The Village 1

By TCP

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The Village -
By TCP
© 2015 TCP

All of TCP’s stories are just that - stories. There is a marked difference between fantasy and reality and it is very easy to fall foul of the real world and what is acceptable in the real world. I do not condone any abusive behaviour in the real world and we must act as responsible citizens to ensure the on-line safety of our future generations. Fantasy is a powerful thing, but let it remain fantasy. Lead yourself not into temptation - and deliver yourself from evil.

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This is the story of Phillip White, and his adventures as an eleven year old boy after both he and his recently divorced mother moved house to settle in the small village of Langton Magna... A curious location really... Phillip soon discovers that although several children live there, he is the only boy in the village...

Main Characters -
Phillip White - eleven years old...
Patricia White, nee Powell - 33 years old, divorced mother of Phillip and a veterinary practitioner.

Emma Smart - eleven years old...
Nikki Grayson, nee Smart - 34 years old, divorced mother of Emma, and owner/senior partner of Langton Magna veterinary practice. 'Smarts...'

Caroline Forbes-Marsh - 13 years old. The leader of the pack...
Suzanne Forbes-Marsh - eleven years old.

Miss Bingley - 58 years old, Sunday School teacher and choir mistress.

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Chapter One - Inductions And Swiss Cheese...

Hi there... I guess the best place to start my story is right at the beginning... well, not quite right at the beginning as I can't remember coming out of my mother's womb during my birth. Also, I guess you're only really interested in hearing the interesting parts of my story, so I'll leave out much of early routine life... but here goes. I hope you won't judge me as a result of what I'm about to share with you. It was a very difficult time for me... Sure, you'll probably find it all really exciting, kind of like I did, but god... looking back, it was really embarrassing.

What happened to me you see was quite unusual - or at least I think it was unusual. I still don't understand exactly why it happened... or how I seemed to let it happen... But writing all this nearly thirty years later has helped me to dig deep and rediscover long buried memories... Memories of things that I am only just now starting to rationalise and recently started to admit that they shaped my adolescence and my outlook on the world as I see it today.

It was right at the start of the school summer holidays when I was eleven years old, back in 1986... Looking back at photos of me then, I think it was fair to say that I wasn't ugly... I wasn't handsome... but I was better than plain... My hair was changing from dark blonde to mousy brown, and began to match my hazel coloured eyes. I had a normally happy kind of face... one of those where if I tried to pout or frown, it would look spectacularly obvious and un-natural. My best feature were the dimples on my cheeks... I didn't even have to try to smile for anyone to see them there... I was still quite skinny then too.

Emotionally I was still a young boy of course... the hormonal perils of puberty still yet to grab hold of me. I was normally a quiet boy... a good boy, although one with a good sense of humour. Sometimes that got me into trouble, but I always enjoyed making people laugh and happy, especially my parents and my friends. I wasn't naturally shy... and I certainly hadn't developed a recognised shyness around girls. Girls were just 'the other side' - a mysterious opponent yet to be assessed... and kissed.

Yeah, I was just a young boy... immature physically and emotionally... a freelance adventurer through boyhood, living a boy's adventure tale you could say... Little did I know what kind of adventure I was about to embark on. I didn't really have time to consider the future, as right there and then, I was experiencing the tail end of parental divorce. And all I knew was that my dad, my father figure was not going to be around any more... apart from maybe my birthday or a visit just before Christmas... He was moving away, and so were we... As mature as I could rationalise, the outcome at least would stop them arguing, or worse, week after week of silent treatment. Yes, that was hell.

I should mention my mother at this point... thirty three years old at that time. I'm not going to say she was pretty, ugly or whatever. What would I know? I never found older women all that sexy or appealing to my pre-pubescent or preteen mind so I have no benchmark in which to place her. I never fancied any of my friend's mothers... or aunts... or grandmothers... I guess I never got chance to. However, my mother was my mum... I loved her and respected her very much for that at the time.

Actually, my mum was really clever... she was a veterinary surgeon at a large regional practice north east of Weltby, England, which was where we lived until my parents' divorce. In the fall out, my mum transferred to a more rural practice a few miles south west of Weltby, and with it, that meant a house move and a real change of scenery for me, more used to urban settings.

The village we moved to was called Langton Magna... the word 'Magna' in very olden days meaning 'great.' Great. The house we moved into was comparatively old, more like a cottage and was seemingly a lot smaller than the family home we had left. But there was only going to be my mum and I, so I still had my own room to randomly place about all my things. It really was a culture change, to move into a quiet looking village, well away from the town and all the hustle and bustle that goes with that. But I reckoned at the time that my mum wanted a fresh start, and becoming a partner in 'Smarts Veterinary Practice' in the village of Langton Magna was going to be just that.

We had been there for a couple of days and I had barely been out of the house as I just felt awkward and a little down in the dumps. My family had split up and I just wanted to be on my own, in my room, arranging and re-arranging all my Star Wars figures and acting out many scenes from my favourite films. My prized possession was my Millennium Falcon... I guess Han Solo was a hero of mine... a cheeky, lovable 'scoundrel...' Yeah I liked the sound of that... with a companion as loyal as a boy could want. I never had a dog, but Chewbacca would have been great as a friend.

At my old school, I had taken an interest in dramatics... and you would find me acting out all sorts of scenes from my favourite films at school break or lunchtime with my friends. I was always in the school play and I enjoyed singing too... so I was in the school choir. I think I was a budding show man in those days, looking for an opportunity to please an audience.

I know I am digressing here, but looking back on my life in my fortieth year, it seems that many events in my life, particularly around this time followed the 'Swiss Cheese' model... kind of like the analogy investigators use to understand why accidents happen. First, you identify what the event was that happened. Then imagine all the different factors that are 'barriers' that might have stopped that event from happening (if only you had taken a different course of action) as slices of Swiss Cheese, you know the cheese with all the holes in...

Normally, because of those 'barriers,' an event more than likely won't happen. Because the barriers are variables and have holes in (the cheese has holes in all sort of different places on each slice), if the holes line up on ALL of the slices of cheese, and you fire an arrow right through all of the aligned holes, then your incident... your disaster will happen. I think what I am trying to say is, if the holes in the barriers do not align, then the arrow will strike one of the barriers and the incident won't happen... Trust me on that, okay?

Okay, well, this is the story of my 'Swiss Cheese' disaster.

So, as I was saying, I had been moping around for a few days and hadn't met anybody at all and I think my mum was a little worried about me. Moving things along quickly so you don't get bored, my mum had told me that the village had a choir that the other children in the village were part of, and that they were practicing for a show.

"It would be good for you Phillip," my mum said quietly, sitting down on my bed opposite me. "I know you like singing and acting and you really need to get out of the house for some fresh air... and especially to meet other people. You'll get along great here I think..."

"But mum... it's so hard... I don't know anybody and I'm going to be some sort of outsider... a dumb new kid from the big town..." I whined a little, of course, resigned to my fate but putting up just that last little hopeful protest that all kids do. I mean... if people wanted to meet the new kid and check him out, why didn't they come to the door so I could assess them before deciding who I wanted to roll with? Why did it have to be the new kid doing all the work all the time? I can understand why some kids are so painfully shy... Meeting new people in a new place... especially a small village is just pressure personified.

"Trust me... you'll have a great time here... there's so much for you to see and explore... you just have to go grab the opportunity..." my mum said, quite dramatically, trying to inspire me.

"So what's this show that they are doing? What kind of choir is it?" I asked relenting.

"Well, what I do know is that the choir is a children's choir... and is associated with the church..."

"Oh god, really?" I bristled. "I haven't been to church since... well I can't even remember... I haven't even been christened..."

"That's no problem Phillip, really... I know we're not religious in our... well, in our family, but attending the Sunday School and..."

"Sunday School?" I protested, wringing my hands uncomfortably... "Mum... what are we doing here? Do I have to?"

"Well no... you don't have to... But I would like you to try it... if nothing else, you'll meet the other kids in the village and you never know, you might enjoy the choir... and if you really don't like it, then you won't have to go again..."

"So... what's this show all about? Is it all hymns and religious stuff?" I asked quietly. I really wanted more from my singing and showman 'talents' than stuffy old religious church hymns.

"Actually, it's a celebration of jazz songs from the nineteen forties and fifties... From what I have seen and heard, it will look and sound the part... Ball gowns and tuxedos... And, it's going to be part of a bigger full evening show in Weltby Theatre for three nights at half term in October..."

"Wow..." I said more enthusiastically... Okay, it was only three nights... but I liked the sound of singing jazz songs and dressing up right... (yeah, I know... 'it's time to play the music, it's time to dress up right...'). Back at our old house, when I was in the garden, I could often hear the old man next door playing jazz and big band records on his record player with all the windows open. Though I didn't own any jazz records, I grew to like the sound of that music.

"So, you'll try it?" mum asked, reaching out to touch my shoulder lovingly.

"Okay then..." I replied quietly. And there my dear readers, right there, was the first hole in the first barrier of my Swiss cheese.

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As luck would have it, the next day was Sunday and my mum took a lot of time getting me prepared for my big Sunday School and Choir debut. I took a bath... I washed my hair... my mum dried and combed my hair... I had a freshly ironed smart check shirt and freshly ironed smart trousers... my old school trousers. I was allowed to refrain from wearing a tie.

When I was ready, mum walked me to the village hall ready for my big entrance... The Langton Magna village hall was quintessentially English... it looked quite elderly but well kept... comprised of what looked like three buildings joined together. The hall itself was the largest of them, a wooden clad building dating perhaps from the nineteen thirties with traditional looking Georgian glazing. It was juxtaposed with a small looking office and kitchen area, with the third building locked by padlock - I assumed that to be some sort of secret stash of village hall stores.

My mum rang the bell attached to the village hall entrance and waited, taking time to re-arrange the collar of my shirt...

"Mum..." I blustered, shooing away her hand.

Soon, a quite elderly looking (well, elderly to me then) lady appeared at the door and opened it.

"Hello Miss Bingley..." my mum said softly and respectfully. "Remember me? Patricia Powell... well, I'm Patricia White these days..." I was still busy taking in the surroundings and not really paying all that much attention as mum and this older lady introduced themselves. It went right over my head that somehow my mother and Miss Bingley already knew each other, such was my distraction. "And this is my son, Phillip..."

"Good Lord... a boy!" Miss Bingley said, smirking at my mother and then casting her stern looking eyes up and down my body. Her eyes were stern, but I didn't really feel under any threat or trepidation... After all, I was sure that with my singing, I could please even the harshest of critics.

The two women continued their chatter while I impatiently shifted from foot to foot, hoping to meet somebody with similar interests to mine inside and make some friends.

"Okay Patricia, we're usually done by five o'clock, so you can collect him any time after then..." Miss Bingley said, bidding my mother farewell. "And you young man... follow me, and you can meet your new friends..." I followed Miss Bingley through the village hall entrance and into the hall itself... It smelled like a school in there, a little bit fusty and dated. The hall was in shade because of the trees and shrubs outside, but it was light enough inside not to need the lights on. I noticed the thick, maroon coloured curtains, tied back with golden coloured lengths of corded rope, small and neat tassels on the end.

And then I got the shock of my life...

In front me, in a schoolroom arrangement, tables and chairs to seat ten children. Old fashioned wooden tables, with old fashioned wooden chairs... I looked around the room at the other children, only to find nothing but girls' faces looking back at me... Some curious, some smirking and some looking impatient, clearly judging me... I didn't have time to register whether they were pretty, ugly or what... all I knew was I didn't want to spend another moment in there... singing or not... Even for a boy without any real experience of girls other than being the 'enemy' at my old school, I could see that this was a girls only kind of affair... there was no way I was going to be made welcome there...

I guess the worst bit right then was that I looked like a fish out of water... Apart from being a boy, I was dressed so smartly... The girls on the other hand seemed to be dressed a lot more casually... Not scruffy looking... but obviously much more comfortable in THEIR environment.

I was about to turn round and run out the door to catch up with my mother, when damn it... a hole in another barrier of Swiss Cheese lined up with the first...

"Girls... this is Phillip..." Miss Bingley announced from behind me, pressing her body into my back and firmly gripping my shoulders with her hands... I gulped... "Both he and his mother have moved in to the village this week and he will be joining our Sunday School and Choir... his mother tells me that he is a good singer and was a member of the choir at his old school... Say hello girls..."

It seemed almost as awkward for the nine girls in the hall as it was for me and there was a muffled and hurried chorus of disorganised 'hellos' from my impromptu audience. I wanted to run away, but obviously, Miss Bingley still held me firm.

"Say hello to your new friends Phillip..."

"Errm... hello..." I replied bashfully, feeling my face grow warm with a blush. Like I said earlier, I wasn't normally a shy boy, but then I had never been in such a female dominated environment before. I was the only boy in a room full of girls. I mean, what was a boy supposed to do? Should I have stayed quiet? Should I have acted all smart and outgoing? I just didn't know how to act... and that from a 'want to be' thespian.

"Doesn't he have lovely dimples on his face girls hmmm? He's certainly different isn't he?" Miss Bingley announced, drawing the girls' unwanted attention to my still scarlet coloured cheeks and of course my 'cute' dimples. Turning me around to face her, Miss Bingley spoke quietly and directly to me... "Be a good boy and there is nothing to fear here..." Her voice wasn't friendly and it wasn't horrible... but my mind was in distress and discomfiture. "But that slipper on the wall you're now looking at behind me will find a naughty boy's bottom... I can promise you that... Now, let's go and find your seat shall we?" With that, a cruel and threatening smile crept onto her face as she let go of my shoulders and took hold of my hand...

'How did she know I was looking at that... slipper??' I thought briefly.

As Miss Bingley started to lead me by the hand across the hall to find an empty seat, my eyes were still drawn to the slipper attached to the wall... a faded pink in colour, and looking quite dusty as though it hadn't seen any action for a long time. Turning my head finally to look where I was going, I found myself escorted towards the empty seat next to a girl in a green t-shirt and slightly faded dungarees. She looked to be about my age...

"This is Emma... the seat next to hers is vacant... this is where you'll sit..." Miss Bingley announced, not letting my hand go until I was safely seated on the chair... As the older lady walked away back to the front of the hall, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Emma looking at me. Somehow I just didn't want to look at her... I didn't want to look anywhere because I knew that wherever I looked, there would be a girl looking at me. So I looked down at the table... the faded, elderly looking hard wooden table top showing the scars of maybe half a century of use.

"We'll take a short break now girls... I mean girls and boy! I need to prepare a copy of the song book for our newest member..." Miss Bingley addressed the group. "Then, we'll start from the beginning..." Miss Bingley then left the room and there followed various conversations starting up around me... a fog of feminine chatter of which I struggled to concentrate on any actual sentences being said. I felt quite alone as the girls all seemed to be friends with each other naturally, and although repeatedly staring at me and whispering between themselves, they were not visibly interested in me enough to want to engage me in conversation...

I know it is a two-way thing, but I really had no starting point to hold a conversation with a girl. Even if I had said 'hello,' I would have been stuck thereafter for what to say next. But finally, I heard a voice to my right...

"I'm Emma Smart... I'm eleven..."

I looked round suddenly to stare at the girl sitting next to me. Her voice was friendly... her face looked friendly... and she gazed right into my eyes with hers. I guess she was the first girl that I might have considered 'pretty' in my immature mind. She was the first girl in actual fact I think I ever looked at in detail up to then. Remember, I was a freelance adventurer, with no experience of girls at all, not really ever considering what actually might have made a girl seem 'pretty' or 'nice.' I was in new territory here.

In those few milliseconds after I first locked eyes with Emma, I noticed that she had greyish-blue eyes, long eye lashes, a dainty, tiny little mole at the top of her left cheek, a pleasant looking nose and with chestnut coloured hair to her shoulders, but done up in pony tails either side. Holding the pony tails in place were a pair of black and red 'Mickey Mouse' hair bands.

"Hello, I'm Phillip White... and I'm eleven too," I replied awkwardly, not knowing whether to smile, grin or pout. It must have been a mixture of all three. My heart was pounding in my chest too. I was actually talking to a girl that wasn't my mum or other elderly relative...

"You're mum is going to be working with my mum... and you and I are going to be going to the same school... It would be good if we became friends wouldn't it? I'll look after you at school, seeing as your new and..." Emma explained confidently, before her face broke out into a friendly looking smile.

"I don't need a girl to look after me..." I said quickly interrupting her, not really thinking things through. For a moment, Emma looked a little offended so I quickly followed up with, "But thank you... I'm not scared of a new school... I think I can look after myself. So, your mum is a vet too?"

"Yep... she owns the practice... 'Smarts...' My mum is really looking forward to working with yours... I'd like to know, how does it feel to be the only boy in the village?"

"Wh-what?" I replied suddenly, hoping that I had misheard. "What do you mean, the only boy in the village? You mean there are no boys here other than me?"

"That's right," Emma smirked... "Just us girls here... Families with boys in them never seem to stay around long here in the village. I can't think why... There was a boy here last year, but he didn't last long... And now you're here, you'll have to get used to having girls as your friends won't you? Welcome to Langton Magna..."

"Oh, right, errrm... thanks... Well, what happened to the boy last year?" I asked curiously, shifting in my seat. I couldn't believe my mum had moved to a village where there was next to no chance of finding a proper playmate. I couldn't imagine playing Star Wars, or football or adventure exploring with girls. It had never crossed my mind.

"I don't know really," Emma replied shiftily before rubbing her chin. "He was here one minute, and 'whooosh,' gone the next... I don't think he really fitted in... He was the only boy in the village and I think he struggled with that..." My mind was still reeling from this great horrible revelation. My thoughts were brought back to focus when Emma spoke again...

"So tell me... how big is your thing?" she whispered.

"Huh? What?" I replied with a curious chuckle, again unsure if I had misheard the grinning girl...

"Go on tell me... I won't tell anyone else... how big is your boy-thing... your willy..."

Well, here was another one of those Swiss Cheese barriers with a hole in it... What was I to say in reply to a grinning girl, in a room full of other girls, who had just whispered to me, asking about the size of my penis? Hell, I hadn't even thought about measuring it, so I didn't know. That was private anyway and certainly none of any girl's business. I fleetingly wracked my mind for something to say... And then the actor in me took over...

"Bigger than you can imagine..." I said quietly, smiling mischievously back at her and sitting back in my seat. I was trying to look confident, and it was a little bit like I imagined that Han Solo would have acted and answered that question. Emma's eyes widened in surprise and curiosity at my reply. I got the impression that she was testing the boundary with me (testing it quite forwardly) and looking back now, was already looking to embarrass me because of what I was. A boy.

At that point, Miss Bingley re-entered the hall with a small paper booklet containing the words to the four songs that we would be practicing for the autumn show. With silent efficiency, she handed me the booklet and the choir practice began in earnest.

"Now then, for Phillip's benefit, I will explain everything again... Langton Magna Village Children's Choir, that is, all of you, have been invited to perform part of a big jazz extravaganza in Weltby this autumn. We have four songs that we need to learn by heart and these are detailed in your pamphlets..." I began to look through the little booklet with all the song words typed up neatly inside. The four songs were; 'Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree,' 'Kalamazoo,' 'Serenade In Blue' and the finale being 'Chattanooga Choo Choo...'

"The voice of a male is chronically inferior and limited to that of the female," Miss Bingley began refocusing my attention. I could sense the girls quietly giggling and looking over at me as the older lady continued. "But, having a boy of Phillip's age in our choir will not be of detriment to our sound and be anything but charming as we always are... we just need to practice our words and our timing and we'll be the stars of the show I am sure..."

So, we began practicing... The village hall piano was away for repair at the time, so our accompanying music was a tape recording of the piano playing those tunes in order. I was encouraged by the sound of the girl's voices and my own as we worked through the four songs enthusiastically, for some reason feeling glad that it looked as though I wasn't going to spoil their choir just because I was a boy. Even better, had been the announcement that for the final three weeks of practice, we would be accompanied by the band who would be providing our music... I just knew this was going to be a great performance, backed by a proper band as we sang and all dressed up smartly too.

Of course, because the choir had previously been made up solely of girls, the song 'Kalamazoo' had been amended as though the girls were singing about a 'guy in Kalamazoo' instead. That felt kind of sissy to me to be singing it like that... But, I didn't think it would be prudent as the 'new boy' to make a fuss or complaint. I wanted to be professional and sometimes, you wouldn't always get to sing songs that you liked or words that you liked.

So I began to believe that things were not going to be too bad after all... I was just about starting to accept that I was in a choir full of girls... in a village where there were no boys... And although my new 'friend' Emma had already started asking questions about my private parts, I felt happy enough to explore the area on my own, make my own way for a while and look forward to putting on a good show at the jazz event. What could possibly go wrong?

Well dear readers, I seemed to come across another one of those Swiss Cheese barriers. We had just finished practicing 'Chattanooga Choo Choo' for the second time and I suddenly giggled at my own mischievousness. In my immature boyish mind, and with Emma's earlier teasing, I had somehow thought of some alternative words in the song... It made me feel clever and encouraged me to want to share it with someone... But there wasn't another boy to talk to.

"Okay everyone, rest for a moment... I'll be right back and we'll have time for one more run through all of the songs before home time..." Miss Bingley announced, leaving the hall and entering the side office...

I didn't think anyone had noticed me giggle to myself. But Emma had...

"What was so funny?" Emma asked brightly, eager to know everything about me it seemed. "Why were you giggling? Tell me, I want to know..."

"I can't... it's just silly stuff..." I replied sheepishly, not wanting to get into trouble. It really was dumb stuff... I knew it would be embarrassing if I said the alternative words to Emma... I mean, she was girl... of course it would be embarrassing... for her as well as me.

"Come on Phillip... don't you want to be friends with me?"

I looked at her as she said it and noticed her bite her bottom lip a little. The expression on her face was like nothing I had ever had to interpret before. So I made the decision to tell her... Well, if she could ask me a question about my willy after knowing me for less than three minutes, I was sure she would find my alternative words funny...

Okay... I motioned for her to come closer so I could whisper in her ear... When she leaned in, I began...

"I was giggling because I thought of some different words for part of that last song..."

"Go on..." she whispered in reply, encouraging me to tell her.

"Okay everyone, settle down," I vaguely remember Miss Bingley's announcement upon returning to the hall. "I'm ready to start the tape again..."

"Well, the part where we sing 'dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer, than to have your ham and eggs in Carolina...' I thought about this instead, 'nothing could be finer, than seeing the vagina, of all the girls at the Sunday School..." There, I had said it... the cat was out of the bag now... I heard Emma gasp in shock, her right hand flying to cover her mouth dramatically.

"And what are you two whispering about at the back?" Miss Bingley called out in our direction... I suddenly stopped whispering and instinctively sat up straight. I briefly looked at Emma who wore a face a like thunder and about to explode, then returned to look at Miss Bingley.

"N-nothing Miss," I answered her... obviously lying.

"Nothing is nothing that can't be shared with the rest of the group, Phillip... so tell us what it was you were whispering about..." Miss Bingley pressed more sternly. How did females know how to twist everything and just make things worse? Why couldn't they just accept 'nothing' as an answer and move on? Emma had made me tell her what I had found funny... and now Miss Bingley wasn't going to stop either...

"It's silly really Miss... It was just something I found funny, but I don't think anyone else will really find it funny... I'm sorry..." I blustered. Getting limited progress from me for now, the woman turned her attention to Emma...

"Emma... you're blushing my dear... and you look quite shocked... What on earth did he say to you?"

"Well Miss... it was like this..." Emma began quietly, not once looking in my direction. If she had, I would have tried to plead with her not to tell and leave me to think of some other daft thing to cover my tracks... With just a few more seconds to think, I could have said almost anything at all to get us both out of this predicament... But no, Emma wasn't going to stop now either... My heart was in my mouth... and it was my turn to blush again... "Phillip was telling me some awful alternative words to the Chattanooga song we've been practicing... I don't want to tell tales or get anyone into trouble, but..."

"You won't get into trouble for telling the truth dear," Miss Bingley revealed with some kind of protective, assuring smile. I bet I would have been in been in big trouble if I had told the real truth... In fact of course, I was certain of it, and that's why I tried to cover it up!

"Well, instead of singing, 'dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer, than to have your ham and eggs in Carolina...' Phillip said that he thought about changing the words to 'nothing could be finer, than seeing the vagina, of all the girls at the Sunday School..."

It was the perfect storm wasn't it? All the holes had lined up in all the barriers that might have prevented the incident... The arrow had passed right through every single hole and 'boom...' I was toast.

There was an audible series of girlish gasps of disbelief and whispering between all the girls in the room, as I looked in equal disbelief at Miss Bingley. I was stunned that I had been ratted out by a girl who had seemingly wanted to be my friend... Like me, she could have said almost anything instead of telling the truth and the old woman would more than likely have believed her and we would have been away and clear.

I couldn't stop looking at the growing rage and disapproval written all over Miss Bingley's face and I awaited the inevitable verbal onslaught with trepidation.

"What utter filth BOY!" she barked. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I... errm... well, she asked me how big my willy was first..." I gabbled weakly in protest, trying to shift the root cause of the blame from my shoulders. It was the first thing I could think of... kind of a counter strike against 'female kind' maybe... There was another round of gasps and giggles amongst the girls in the hall.

"Nonsense boy!" Miss Bingley continued her rage. "I've never heard anything so outrageous in my life... You may well get away with that kind of gutter talk in the town you came from Phillip White... but I will not tolerate it here in my village hall... Such offensive and vile lyrics... You should be ashamed of yourself... AND trying to tell tales about one of our most upstanding members too. We're not getting off to a very good start are we young man?"

I hung my head in shame and felt every single female eye looking in my direction... more than likely quite disgusted, and offended.

"I'm sorry..." I said quietly... "I know it was silly..." I was desperate not to be thrown out of the choir after barely one session. I felt so angry with myself that I had been stupid enough to make up silly rude lyrics to a song, and trusted a girl I didn't yet know properly.

"Sorry you may be," Miss Bingley remarked, her initial rage seemingly having receded a little. "But I did tell you when you arrived that the slipper hanging on the wall will find a naughty boy's bottom did I not?" I heard some of the girls shuffle in their seats and I thought about running from the hall...

"But..." I began to protest, finding my mouth dry and recognising the futility of my situation. "Yes Miss..."

"Very well, it seems to me girls that we have a naughty boy in our midst, who needs to be cured of his naughtiness this very afternoon... Hmmm?" Silent giggling ensued, which merely added to my mistrust of the female sex at that moment, and I found myself clenching my buttocks... I didn't want a spanking... not there, not then... in front of that lot.

"Phillip... come to the front and retrieve the slipper from it's peg on the wall, and stand in front of me..." Miss Bingley instructed. I'd received the slipper a couple of times at my old school, I mean, I wasn't a goody two-shoes or anything, but I wasn't evil or a naturally naughty boy. So the prospect of getting a slippering only felt like the worst thing in the world because of the exclusive audience of girls that I found myself in front of... Not the kind of performance I had dreamed of up to then... But I have dreamed about it a lot since...

I slowly climbed to my feet, my chair squeaking as it raked over the wooden tile floor. Like a dead man walking, I somehow made it to the front of the hall to lift the slipper from it's peg. I could feel all those eyes burning into me... obviously eager to see me, a boy, get punished.

'Shit... Emma wanted to get me in trouble...' I thought. 'Some welcome to the village this is... I hate girls... even the pretty ones...'

Turning round to face the audience, I could see the girls all looking at me intently, varying expressions of expectant glee on their faces. With my legs feeling really giddy, I walked forward the very difficult couple of paces to stand in front of Miss Bingley... the pink slipper clasped tightly in my hand.

The older woman held out her had and raised her eyebrows, encouraging me to hand over the implement that was about to chastise me for my silliness... my misguided boyishness. Swallowing hard and finding my mouth still dry, I held the slipper and submissively handed it to her.

"Young man..." Miss Bingley began to address me directly and sternly, loud enough to ensure that her watching audience could hear. "I have not had cause to use this slipper since September last year... not since the last naughty boy to live here needed to be punished..." She moved to a position behind me, like she had done when she introduced me to the room earlier, her body close enough to my back to let me know that she was there... "Can you please remind us why it is that you are about to be punished?"

"I... made up some silly words for one of the songs we were practicing... and they were naughty," I replied quietly.

"And what else?"

"I told fibs about what Emma had said..." I replied quickly, realising that there was no way anyone present would believe a boy, who was already in trouble, if he protested that what Emma had asked me was actually true...

"Indeed, and remind us what those naughty, silly words were... and what the sordid little fib was that you told to try and get Emma into trouble..." the older woman pressed, determined to complete my shame. If there was a time in my life up to then I would have liked to have fainted, then it was then... A bit like when Basil Fawlty has to announce the name 'Twytchen' to a man with a twitch from the 'Gourmet Night' episode of Fawlty Towers...

As you can imagine, my face coloured... I really didn't want to repeat the song words in front of all of those girls... I mean, it was funny at the time I thought of it, but it was the kind of thing a boy would always keep secret, or only tell another boy who was a good friend. There I was, about to make an enemy of all the girls in the choir.

"The... the words, were... 'nothing could be finer... than seeing the...'" I croaked weakly.

"Go on boy!"

"'Than seeing the... vagina... of all the girls... at the S... Sunday School...'"

"Hmmm," grizzled Miss Bingley. I tried hard not to look anywhere in particular, but I couldn't stop my eyes wandering round the room, catching the gaze of the girls in front of me... They were smiling with signs of impending victory over the new boy who had been caught out so quickly and who was about to pay a heavy price... "And what of the dirty little lie you told about Emma Smart?"

"I lied and said that Emma had asked me about how... H-how big my willy is..." I replied bashfully. I felt so low and embarrassed to be talking about vaginas and willies in front of a whole room of females I didn't know. I felt terrible about myself that I could have gotten myself into that whole mess. Swiss cheese on toast.

"It is unacceptable behaviour in this village hall... unacceptable full stop, and I intend to make sure it never happens again... Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Miss Bingley..." I said contritely, feeling that I was not far from crying. The shame... the fear... the embarrassment... Well, it was all just beginning.

"Unfasten your trousers and lower them to your ankles..." Miss Bingley instructed suddenly, to the somehow silent but detectable delight of the girls. Even I gasped and was about to protest, when things speeded up so quickly and beyond my control and ability to think. "Chop, chop... we have to run through the songs once more before home time... Don't dally..."

In the commotion, and with a pounding heart, I fiddled clumsily with the buckle of my belt... and when it was free, I pawed with equal clumsiness at the button above my fly... It popped open and then my fly was lowered by my shaking thumb and index finger... I paused... hoping for reprieve.

"Take, them, down..." Miss Bingley pressed. "Down to your ankles... we're waiting!"

With my face crimson, aware of the girlish smirking and anticipation, my legs felt like jelly as my nervous hands gripped the waist of my trousers and lowered them to my ankles. I do not know how quickly I got them down, but it felt like it took five minutes to complete the task... and I nearly lost my balance too, adding to my chagrin. When I heard the outbreak of young female giggling, I thought that my audience was mocking my momentary loss of balance, and my little stumble. But no...

I realised that in the act of pulling down my trousers ready for my spanking, and then standing back upright, that the girls were obviously looking at my newly revealed underwear... and it was there, where my underpants covered my modest masculinity that their curious attention was focused. They were giggling at my underpants... a little boy's underpants...

You may have guessed by now that I was and still am a big Star Wars fan... I treasured anything I owned that was related to Star Wars... And this also found its way to various bits of clothing I owned... T-shirts, pyjamas and underwear... Yes, the girls were giggling at my multi-coloured underpants... covered in Star Wars characters but with an especially noticeable image of Luke Skywalker holding a green lightsabre right across where my boy parts were hidden underneath. 'Return Of The Jedi' was embroidered in red into the black elastic waistband.

I was technically still fully clothed, and yet I felt so much on display... a room full of girls looking directly at my underpants as I stood in front of them with my trousers down awaiting a still uncertain fate... I swallowed hard in fear that Miss Bingley was next going to actually ask me... or TELL me to pull down my underpants too... What would I do then? Probably die, I imagined.

"Turn to face the window and bend down to grip your ankles..." Miss Bingley announced sharply, moving to my side. I complied quickly, not wanting to incur any escalation in my predicament. I breathed deeply with relief that I would at least appear to be keeping my underpants up... Happy that I was in place, and with my hands gripping the top of my ankles, she continued... "This is how naughty boys learn their lesson... and it will hurt..."

THWACK!

"Ngggghhhh..." I grunted, lurching forward as the slipper made contact with my right buttock... My whole bottom clenched hard in protest and after a brief moment to allow the pain to register, I felt inclined to reach back and rub my newly enflamed buttock. Somehow I resisted...

"Naughty boys who disrupt choir practice..."

THWACK!

"Nnggghh..." again I grunted, taking a deep breath... Now my left buttock felt the sting of that cruel pink slipper. "Oww!"

"With their nasty little rhymes about the most precious parts of a girl's body..."

THWACK!

"Owwww!" I wailed, really feeling the warm, agonising pain beginning to spread through my bottom.

"And wicked lies about their own silly little male appendage..."

THWACK!

"Nnngghhhh, please!! It hurts..." I wailed as the expert slipper handler continued her onslaught against me. The first of my tears leaked from my eyes, crested my cheek and fell to the floor.

"And conspiring to get a girl into trouble... And so it should hurt young man..."

THWACK! Gosh, the pain I was feeling right then, I just couldn't ignore, and I had no idea what the girls must have been thinking, although I can now imagine their faces, ridden with excitement at witnessing my humiliating punishment.

"And you will ensure that it WILL NOT ever happen again, won't you Phillip White?"

THWACK!

"Nnggghh... Ohh yes... I promise!" I called out with a gasp as the sixth strike radiated across my buttocks. "I promise..."

"Very well... you may stand up now, your punishment is almost over..." Miss Bingley said with a controlled, firm and yet more relaxed tone... As I stood up, I moved my hands to try and sooth my searing buttocks, my muscles clenching in sympathy with my situation and agony. "No rubbing young man... turn to face the girls and put your hands on top of your head... That will keep them out of boyish mischief whilst your naughty boy bottom continues to learn its lesson..."

If pulling my trousers down and exposing my childish underpants and getting a spanking in front of a room full of girls was not bad enough, I was about to start feeling a whole lot worse... I moved my hands to my head and locked the fingers of both hands together...

Turning to face the girls, still with my trousers down, my mind initially thought of a scene from 'Return Of The Jedi,' where Han Solo was caught by Stormtroopers in the forest of Endor and stands looking at them with his hands on his head like I was doing then. For a moment, in front of me, I saw nine Stormtroopers looking back at me... girl Stormtroopers... But then, reality took hold... The stinging, radiation of pain in my bottom was gradually easing to be replaced with an undulating tingle... The Stormtrooper helmets faded away and were replaced by the nine real live faces of the girls looking at me... grinning and smirking at me.

In my position, for some reason I felt even more ashamed, with my trousers down, my hands on my head and my stinging bottom... The girls still focused on the area around my crotch... and I felt a stirring there... a stiffening that I couldn't explain given the circumstances. It wasn't long before there was a modest bulge in my underpants, and the girls were watching it... They were starting to look at each other and whisper as if they wanted to ensure that everyone else had seen it...

I couldn't explain why it happened... I didn't like getting spanked and I certainly didn't like having all those girls looking at me with my trousers down. And there, I didn't like the thought of them giggling and whispering to each other about the curious bulge in my underpants... Why oh why did my penis stiffen?

"Now what do you say to all of these young ladies hmmm? What do you say for disrupting their valuable choral practice?" Miss Bingley asked me from behind.

"I'm s-s-sorry for... disrupting, your choir practice," I sniffled, shuffling uneasily from foot to foot, seemingly the only way I could legitimately manage my pain and embarrassment. Blushing crimson, my tongue instinctively swiped over my bottom lip, tasting the saltiness of the tear that had been itching down my cheek.

I felt very sorry for myself. Forlorn, my eyes found their way to Emma's as she sat there opposite me at the back of the hall, seemingly smirking the most. I watched as she winked at me, as if to confirm the success of her plan... I didn't even know her, but I felt betrayed... humiliated and somehow, tingly and curious in my most private of parts. The only boy in the village, humbled so dramatically in the village hall... All the girls in the village bearing witness to the induction of the new boy... As bad as it was, it was exciting, just in a way I never expected.

"Pull your trousers back up and you may return to your seat..." Miss Bingley instructed. "And don't forget to tuck your shirt in..." I was glad to have the use of my hands again and quickly, almost like lightning, had my trousers back up and secure, with my shirt tucked in, before walking quickly to resume my seat next to Emma. I heard her giggle as she watched me gingerly sit down, trying to manage the pain in my bottom, but I resisted any uprising or dissent. I didn't want another spanking or worse. I promised myself there and then that I would never let girls get the better of me again...

As we got back to continuing our song practice for the final time that day, I could see out of the corners of my eyes, occasional glances from all of the girls in the room in my direction, and especially from Emma... I could just tell they were smiling knowingly at me, or grinning... and I ignored it as best I could. When we got to practicing Chattanooga Choo Choo, I should not have been surprised when I felt Emma's foot gently kick mine under the table as we were about to sing 'dinner in the diner' etc, and I heard her giggle quietly as the rest of us continued to sing as normally as we could. Although I blushed, I maintained my composure, and gave a good performance, giving only a slight 'just you wait' glance in Emma's direction. I wasn't going to let her win again.

When the Sunday School choir practice was finished, Miss Bingley spoke to my mother in the village hall office when she came to collect me. I had to wait outside but I knew what it would be about. As I waited, I had the discomfort of all the girls smiling snootily passed me as they left with their mothers.

'Are there no men here either?' I thought mournfully.

On the walk home and back in he safety of our cottage, I had a bit of a hard time from my mother as I tried to explain my behaviour to her... I was glad that she thought I had received enough punishment from Miss Bingley. Although I had been so humiliatingly punished for 'humiliating and offending all the girls,' Miss Bingley had actually given a very good appraisal of my singing to my mother. It was just 'so regrettable' that I was a boy and would look a little out of place on stage in amongst all those girls.

"Perhaps we should put you in a dress?" my mum said. I wasn't able to tell whether or not she was being serious at that moment.

"No way mum... there's no way I'm dressing as a girl!" I replied quickly, feeling the return of embarrassed colour in my cheeks, before running off to the sanctuary of my room to the sound of her teasing giggles.

"Don't forget your bath before bed sweety..." she called behind me playfully.

"I won't!" and slammed my door shut.

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The next day was Monday and it was the official start of the school summer holidays. As bright sunshine filtered through the cottage, I allowed myself look forward to a whole summer of fun and exploring the area around the Village. There seemed to be lots of woodland and forest to explore right next to the 'Smart's Veterinary Practice' where my mum would be working with Emma's mum...

'Oh yeah... Emma,' I thought with confusion. 'Pretty girl... but very dangerous...' I had almost gotten over the shock and feelings of embarrassment of the day before, seeing an opportunity to get out and about to kick start my adventures. It looked like being a really nice day outside, so I pulled on a nice clean two-tone blue t-shirt and a pair of khaki coloured denim shorts. After a quick cereal based breakfast with my mother, off I went out to explore the village.

With me, I took my proudest possession, my replica (some would say toy) Millennium Falcon, complete with a selection of figures in tow. Pretending to fly my replica space ship at light speed along the lane with a boisterous series of 'whoooooshes,' I soon came upon the veterinary practice buildings where I figured I could get into the woods. The practice was a fully combined surgery, I guess a bit like a small clinic, but for animals, and had a house attached to it. Where the 'Smarts' lived.

The woods next door looked inviting for boyish adventures and appeared very extensive. The sign next to the practice did indicate 'private property,' but the writing on it was very old looking and the sign itself was all askew. And anyway, I wasn't there to pick flowers, start fires or cause any actual menace, I just wanted to play, so I climbed through the thick bushes with my space ship and set about my adventure. Consider that the next barrier of Swiss cheese with a hole in it...

As I entered the woods, the extent of them really impressed me. The trees were mature and tall, the bushes thick and dense, a multitude of shades of green. I would have lost count long before I counted fifty. There were ferns and wild flowers reaching up from the ground desperate to find the twinkle of sunlight, which cast beams of attractive light through the openings in the leafy canopy.

'Wow...' I thought in wonder. My mind focused on my space ship and my play as I walked deeper into the woods. The scene really reminded me of the planet Endor in Return Of The Jedi and I grew in confidence as a result of my apparent solitude. I pretended to fly the Millennium Falcon, eagerly running between trees, performing aerobatics around and between then, along with fighting off invisible foes who were chasing me... To make things as realistic as possible (for me), I made laser cannon noises, explosions and mimicked the roar of space ship engines. George Lucas would have been proud I guess.

I was not sure how far into the woods I had ventured, but I was comforted by the birdsong I could hear during any lull in action between my recounted movie scenes. I lowered the landing gear of the Millennium Falcon and landed it expertly onto a tree stump, which made for a very convenient landing pad at an imaginary forest moon base. As the characters disembarked from the ship, I began to make up my own stories, their voices being performed by me, some of which with a pretend American accent that I had learned from watching the films and impersonating.

I was even humming various pieces of music from the films to enhance my surreal adventure such was my sense of liberty and joy.

Alerted to the presence of some imaginary threat, my characters hastily boarded the space ship once more and in spectacular style, it departed from my forest base... the location of which would be remembered for play another day... Through the trees and bushes I flew the space ship again, performing more tight turns, aerobatics and demonstrating my piloting skills... and my wide array of special effect noises...

Finally escaping my make believe opponents, I started looking for a new location in which to land my ship... Humming more music from the films, my craft made a dramatic (but safe) landing at a new space port accompanied by Han Solo's theme. This time, the space port was shrouded by an ivy bush. I continued to act out my made up film scenes allowing Han Solo and Princess Leia to declare love for each other and share an imaginary kiss.

"I could kiss you Leia..." I said, in my best, space-scoundrel's voice.

"What are you waiting for fly-boy? That was some rescue... only you could pull that off..." I replied, pretending to be Princess Leia. I didn't care... I was on my own, right?

"Come 'ere Princess... Mmmm..." This was going to be a great summer... "I love you..."

It wasn't long before I felt the need to look around for somewhere to go to the toilet. It was too far to go home just to take a leak... so I looked around to make sure I really was alone. Seeing nobody around, I put my characters back in the space ship and walked a few paces away until I found somewhere discreet, between two bushes and with a thick spread of ferns.

I unzipped my fly and pulled out my penis, ready to urinate... after a short wait, my flow started, spraying aimlessly into the ferns and breathing in the fresh clean air of the woods. I even aimed the flow to try and spell my name... but by the time I had spelled 'Phil,' I could feel the flow of urine begin to weaken.

"Hmmm..." I sighed getting near the end of my urination.

"What do you think you're doing?" I heard suddenly, a girl's voice from behind me... Fortunately behind me! It was Emma Smart... In a panic, I managed to finish peeing and fumble my cock back into my shorts, struggling for a few seconds to get the fly back up. Not having had time to shake myself off, I could tell a few drops had made a number of small wet patches at the front of my shorts.

"Em... Emma..." I gasped with surprise, reluctantly turning round to face her, and observing that she was stood right next to the Falcon, waiting patiently in 'my' base. 'I've got a bad feeling about this...' I thought instinctively. Swiss cheese... yep... of course. "Wh-at are you doing here?" I said nervously, hoping that she hadn't seen anything I didn't want a girl to see... that secret part of me that she had asked about the day before, much to my embarrassment.

"I should ask you the same thing... what are YOU doing here? And what were you doing just then?" she asked confidently.

"That's private," I replied, not wanting to give anything away. Giving information away had got my backside 'burned' yesterday...

"Oh, private huh?" she giggled. "Well it can't be that private... you were doing it right there in the open woods and now it looks like you're still doing it in your pants..." With that, she pointed to my crotch. "Come on... tell me what you were doing, I won't tell..."

"Oh, you won't tell, right..." I replied testily, my hands moving to cover my crotch to hide my the little wet patches from her view. I just wanted to be left alone.

"I know what you were doing... you were weeing in those bushes... I caught you weeing didn't I?" she smirked.

"Okay yes... I was... weeing," I replied quietly, seeing little point in denying it. There was something much more important in my mind right then... "You didn't... you know... see me... you know... my thing... did you?" Damn, I was blushing again in the face of the enemy. The naughty thought that she might have seen my penis coursed through my inexperienced mind. It embarrassed me... but somehow it was curiously exciting too.

"Mmmm... what if I did?" she teased, clearly enjoying my renewed embarrassment... "If I did see it, would it be end of the world if you knew that a girl had seen it? Would it?"

"But of course it would... You're a girl... you're not supposed to see..." I blustered naively. That just made Emma giggle even more.

"But why not Phillip?" she asked again, trying to put me in a spot, of that I had no doubt and I wasn't going to just give in. I was going to try my best to fight my corner. Girl or not...

"Because..." I said... running instantly out of words and tying myself in a giddy knot. So I continued with the first thing that came into my head... "Because it wouldn't be fair, if you've seen mine and... I haven't seen yours..."

"Oh Phillip," she grinned wickedly. "Are you asking me to play 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours?'"

"No way! Stop it... stop twisting everything round... that's not what I said... all I said was..." I replied, starting to get a little angry and feeling uncomfortable... I still didn't really know how far into the woods I had strayed. "Oh look, what's the point... did you or didn't you see my thing?"

"Well, I've actually been watching you all morning playing in the woods here..." Emma began proudly... "Ever since you walked by my bedroom window... I followed you... quietly like a mouse of course... And I was listening to all the terrible noise you were making with that..." she said, stopping suddenly to point at my cherished Millennium Falcon. "And I heard you humming, and talking to whatever it is you have inside there... That was quite funny and cute... declaring your love to an imaginary girl... And then, when you stopped playing, I thought I was going to see your willy when you went to wee... That was until you moved away in the other direction by those ferns... and I missed it... So no, I never did see your thing... What is this anyway?"

With a breath of relief that a girl hadn't seen my private parts, I saw Emma point to my space ship once more... I was however, very embarrassed that Emma had been spying on me as I played out my Star Wars games... even acting out scenes with the figures and making all sorts of noises... And even humming music like a sissy... As embarrassed as I felt then about having been watched, my young mind longed for the next time I could play my games without interference.

"Thank god..." I said under my breath, then explained what it was she was pointing at.. "That is the Millennium Falcon... the fastest ship in the galaxy... It's from the Star Wars films... they're my favourite... and..."

"Okay," she interrupted, almost instantly disinterested, shifting her attention right back at me. "Well, I'm going to tell on you for trespassing... I know you saw the sign that said 'Private Property...'"

"But..." I tried to interrupt.

"But..." she mimicked me... "I saw you stop and look at it... This land belongs to my mum and you're trespassing... And even worse, you were having a wee on it... You'll get in a whole lot of trouble again, with the Police this time no doubt and then another spanking for sure... and I bet I'll be allowed to watch again..."

"But that's not fair... I was only playing..." I protested, my naivety filling me with fear at the prospect of being hauled off to some Police station... interrogated for hours and then spanked by either my mother or maybe Mrs Smart, right in front of a no doubt giggling Emma...

Don't forget, my young boyish mind had been stung by this girl the day before and resulted in me getting a slippering at the stern hand of Miss Bingley. She had ratted me out before... I knew she could do it again... So I had no reason to disbelieve any of the threats that Emma was giving me right there in the woods... I couldn't see that I was being manipulated, only that I was in another big pile of trouble and it was escalating fast...

"But... but..." she mimicked me again. I wanted to hit her to wipe off that annoyingly pretty but smug looking grin from her face... but I had been warned off hitting girls by my mum a long time ago in a Galaxy far, far away. "You were trespassing... and that's breaking the law..." To emphasise her point, she planted her feet apart and crossed her arms over her chest in a confident, 'now get out of that sonny' kind of stance.

And there I was being bested by a girl again... stuck on a carousel of panic, fretting over how much trouble I was going to be in. It would have been useless to run away, yesterday taught me that... If Emma Smart was going to report me, the whole world would believe her over me. I was just the new boy... and I already had 'form' for being a naughty boy didn't I? So I used up my last Swiss cheese barrier... my one remaining option.

"Please Emma..." I begged, trying hard not to sound if I was begging. My heart was racing, I felt queasy in my stomach, and my legs felt as though they were going to give way... "Please don't tell... I was only playing, and I really didn't mean to cause any harm... I don't want to go to jail..." Emma watched me unravel in front of her with my self preservation spiel, her eyes widening at my attempts at mitigation. "I never meant to cause any trouble... I'll do anything if you won't tell..."

"Anything?" she asked with a serious tone, her eyebrows raised suspiciously at me and reminding me of Miss Bingley.

"Anything... please don't tell... I don't want to get in any trouble..." In one sentence, I had given my young female 'opponent' all of the power she would ever need to conquer me... enslave me, and possibly even destroy me... to leave me without any control of my destiny whatsoever. I didn't see the magnitude of 'I'll do anything if only you don't tell' at that point. I was fighting that much more imminent fire... staying out of what I believed to be serious trouble. You can see how naive I was.

"Okay then Phillip," Emma said quietly, attempting to put me out of my misery. "I won't tell, for now... But to make sure I don't tell, you have to do as I say... it's time you introduced yourself properly to some of the girls anyway after the difficult start yesterday... follow me..." She bent down to pick up the Millennium Falcon and looked at me. "If you want this back... you had better follow me..."

So, with subconscious obedience, unsure of my destiny, I followed Emma further into the woods. It felt uncomfortable to be suddenly under the full command of a girl... It was a little embarrassing and emasculating on reflection... But it was nervously exciting too. The hardest part at that moment was that I had 'lost' control of the Millennium Falcon... The worst of it was that I had been forced to relinquish it to a girl...

Looking back, at that point it was almost as if she had me by my metaphorical testicles... but instead, she had me by the Falcon... I didn't really see as I had any choice in the matter... I didn't want the trouble that Emma could unleash with her mum and the Police... and there was no way I was going to be able to take it back from her unless I followed her... I couldn't fight her... she was a girl... and besides, I would still end up in trouble wouldn't I? Emma Smart held all of the cards - Smart by name, and by nature it seemed.

"Here we are..." Emma announced as we arrived at what appeared to be some sort of very large tree house... Only it wasn't in the tree itself... it was far too big. This one was on the floor and very substantial.

"What is this place?" I asked curiously, hoping that Emma wasn't being too heavy handed with my Millennium Falcon, or even worse, going to drop it.

"This is our clubhouse..." Emma replied proudly. "It's been here for years... since the nineteen forties I think. It's a bit rickety in places, but it's got lots of space and the rain never comes through inside..."

I was actually quite impressed with it... a village with a secret clubhouse deep in the woods... It would make a great location from which to launch all sorts of adventures. I was momentarily excited at the prospect when I was stopped dead in my tracks... it was another sign. Neatly hammered into the soil by what appeared to be the entrance to the 'hut,' the sign clearly, boldly stated, 'GIRLS ONLY.' My heart sank... a foiled plan before it even got started... my adventure over before I could even think about the opening credit roll...

In those few moments, I actually thought it was quite curious that even though there were no boys other than me in the village, there was still a sign at the front that declared it was for girls only.

"But it says, Girls Only..." I offered meekly, watching Emma about walk in through entrance to the hut. I thought it maybe time I should leave. But then, I had made a promise of sorts and I didn't even really know where I was now... It suddenly seemed quite eerie, quiet and isolated. Away from even the civilisation of a quiet English village.

"Well for today, you're my guest... just pretend your name is Phillipa..." Emma smirked.

"What?" I gasped in shock. "I can't do that... I'm a boy! If this clubhouse is for girls only, maybe I should be going... so if I could have my..."

"Come on silly... you're my guest... it's okay for now... It'll be fun..." she replied, more encouragingly this time. I sighed, putting all my trust in what I had become accustomed to the most untrustworthy girl so far I had met in the village. Taking a deep breath, I followed Emma inside...

As soon as I entered, I kind of felt as though I really was trespassing now... I could smell two different things... One was unmistakably an old, fusty smell... kind of like what you can smell in a garden shed piled full of old wooden furniture... possibly as a result of damage caused by damp. The second smell was unmistakably feminine... flowery... a kind of pot-purée... used to disguise the other smell I figured.

Once fully inside, I could see the floor covered with old off cuts of carpet and rugs, some more modern than others... There were large and soft looking cushions of various colours scattered around the floor to act as makeshift seats, although there were several plastic 'garden seats' present and in one corner, a much older looking wooden chair, the like of which reminded me of old nineteen fifties English school chairs I had seen in television dramas.

I didn't get chance to check much more of the hut out as my attention suddenly focused on the presence of two other girls... One of them, she looked older than me, was sat upright in one of the plastic garden chairs. The other, maybe looked my age or possibly younger and she was seated on a cushion... Both girls I recognised as having been present at the Sunday School choir practice the day before. And both girls looked neither friendly or impressed by my presence there...

"What is HE doing here?" the older girl asked briskly, first looking at me and then towards Emma as she went over and placed my Millennium Falcon at the side of the seated girl's chair.

"Yeah Emma," the younger girl added. "I thought we had seen enough of him yesterday... Filthy pig. Why have you brought him here? It's GIRLS only..."

'Well, what a welcome...' I thought. I really did feel out of place and I shifted a little from foot to foot, totally out of my depth and hoped that Emma my finally let everyone know what this was all about.

"I don't want any trouble... I can go now... I'm sorry - " I began to offer, before being cut off mid-sentence by the older girl.

"Shut up, wanker! I was talking to Emma..." she said. I was a little shocked to hear a girl use what was a very naughty word. I didn't know what it meant really, but I knew enough that it was a word that was most definitely naughty.

"Well... where to start really?" Emma began, standing back up after putting my most treasured space ship down on the floor. "I was spying on him while he was trespassing on our land and playing with that... toy... I mean really playing with it... making all sorts of noises... and humming music..." she continued like a proper proud little tattle tale and pointing to the Falcon... "I also caught him weeing into some bushes... though I was a bit disappointed as I didn't get to see his cock... So I said I would tell my mum and call the Police... He said he would do anything if I didn't tell and get him into trouble, so I brought him here so we could all introduce ourselves properly to the only BOY in the village... It can't be easy moving into the village, not knowing anyone and even worse, being the only boy... But he's going to be Phillipa today... as my guest while we get things sorted out..."

I breathed deeply, wanting to protest at the prospect of being called by a girl's name... But I noticed right away that instead of being angry with Emma, the older girl's face suddenly relaxed a bit and a more curious expression appeared. It was a mischievous, conspiratorial grin. Looking back, it was so obvious what she was thinking...

"Hmmm... anything to avoid trouble eh?" the older girl said quietly, looking me up and down. "Maybe we all got off on the wrong foot a little bit yesterday... You obviously know Emma, but I'm Caroline Forbes-Marsh and I'm thirteen..." I listened intently to the older girl, who appeared so much more calm and welcoming now. She had auburn hair, combed back over her head, and shoulder length. Although not overtly pretty, her face was charming and round, in a simple way... kind of chubby. Being older, her tight fitting white coloured 'Wham' t-shirt showed off that she was on her journey through puberty. "I'm the oldest girl in the village... and that makes me senior to the other girls when our club meets..."

"And I'm Suzanne... I'm Caroline's sister and I'm eleven," the younger girl added, sitting cross-legged and staring up at me from her cushion, a look of curious derision still covering her features. As she spoke she pushed her chest out proudly, though she had no need to as through her equally tight fitting white coloured 'Wham' t-shirt, she was still obviously flat chested. "Not Suzy... Not Susan... it's Suzanne..." She was a slimmer, younger version of her older sister. A prettier girl I judged at the time in my considerably limited experience.

There was a pause in the hut at that moment, the two girls I didn't know had introduced themselves and now all eyes looked at me... I gulped, awaiting inspiration in this alien world environment that my adventure had brought me to. I looked around the hut, somehow looking to see if there was actually somebody else behind me who needed to speak first, and I noticed the smart, hand made A3 sized poster on the wall next to the entrance... In girlish multi-coloured stylised, large bold letters, the poster read, 'Girls Rule... Forever!'

"Your turn Phillipa..." Emma said, bringing me back to attention and frustrating me.

"But I'm not Phillipa..." I protested at her and then turned to look ahead at both Caroline and Suzanne. I was more than a little bit intimidated at that moment... the two new girls I was meeting had such posh sounding surnames that made me feel more out of place than just being a boy in a girls' club house. "I'm Phillip White... I'm eleven... and my mum and I moved here about a week ago..." I was trembling a little. I didn't have a clue what to say next though, feeling very much under the spotlight... some curious invader of an alien galaxy.

"Well Phillip," Caroline said, rescuing me from my quandary. "Anybody in this club house must be a girl, or have a girl's name... And I think Phillipa suits you... I mean, we don't normally let boys in here... But then, it's been quite a while since there's a been a real boy in the village!" At that, the girls giggled between themselves as if there was some sort of hidden joke to which I was not privy.

"I'm not Phillipa!" I replied more eagerly, letting the commotion die down before continuing. "And suppose there were more boys in the village, would there be a joint club, for boys and girls?" I asked, doing my best to engage in some sort of civilised and intelligent conversation.

"Not really Phillipa... not in THIS clubhouse... Our club really is for GIRLS only..." Suzanne replied.

"B-but..."

"But nothing Phillipa... boys are stupid, whereas girls are smart..." Caroline began, staring at me directly, challenging me to keep looking into her eyes. She beat me easily and I had to look away... down at the floor as her smug sounding 'lecture' continued... "Boys are thoughtless, whereas girls are thoughtful... Boys are immature, whereas girls are more advanced... Boys are flawed, whereas girls are perfection... Boys are slaves, whereas girls, well... girls rule don't we?" Caroline concluded, looking at her two friends... Suzanne and Emma both giggled knowingly.

"Hmmph..." I breathed indignantly and returned my gaze to the older girl. "I don't think that's all quite true... I mean, I'm a boy and I'm not stupid... I'm not thoughtless... I'm not... nobody's slave... And stop calling me Phillipa... my name's Phillip... not Phil... not Philly... not Phillipa..." I said, looking specifically at Suzanne, my turn to smirk as I replicated her name clarification from moments earlier. I was starting to find my feet in this arena and I was seeking to stand my ground.

Part of me was becoming excited with the challenge of being accepted... even though I was a boy... Perhaps having friends who were girls, even if they were not Star Wars lovers like me wouldn't b so bad... At least I would have options and wouldn't be a total loner. Maybe they liked to play board games... maybe they would learn to play adventures like mine...

"So, what if you made friends with a boy who moved to the village and perhaps wanted to join?" I asked, trying to turn the conversation upside down. Little did I know I was playing with fire...

"Do you want to join?" Emma asked in wonderment, clasping her hands together with obvious delight.

"I don't know..." I lamented, backtracking just a little at Emma's enthusiasm. I really was unsure what to do. Something inside was telling me to run for my life... but part of me was also curious to see if I could actually make some friends. Playing Star Wars would be great... but I also knew I couldn't make a whole summer out of it... especially if the option of using the woods as a massive make believe galaxy was taken away by the girl whose mother seemingly owned the land.

"Well, in order to join, you would have to undergo an induction... kind of an initiation test..." Caroline explained with a look of delight in her eyes. "You'd have to be called by a girl's name... like you are already... Phillipa really does suit you... And above all else, because you're really a boy, you would have to admit that girls are better and accept that we're in charge of everything..."

"I don't know about this..." I said quickly, my face colouring a little at the prospect of me... a boy... admitting their premise that 'girls were better.' "It's good to be a boy and I'm proud to be a boy... even if I'm the only one here... who are you to say you're better? I bet there's lots of things I'm better at than you..."

"Come on... what have you got to lose?" Emma said. "Make friends with us here and you'll be sure to get the chance to demonstrate what a boy could possibly be better at! And your life will be so much easier around the village..."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked nervously.

"Well... that's secret information that we'll tell you if you join..." Caroline said, smiling cryptically, as though she were adding more bait to her fishing line... "Are you wanting to join or not?"

"I don't know... would I... you know... If I joined, would I be allowed to play in the woods still?" I asked, demonstrating that there was something I wanted out of the deal... Swiss cheese Phillip... fucking Swiss cheese.

"Possibly..." Caroline replied, looking over at Emma, who gave a slight nod. "But only if you join and pass the induction tests..." The older girl smiled broadly at me, sensing that I was about to fall into their trap. The only way I was going to get anything remotely useful to me from this situation was to go along with their game. Wasn't it?

"I'll try then..." I said defiantly, standing upright, like a young Jedi preparing to undertake the trials of their life.

"Good boy... First things first, we have some questions for you..." she explained, then looked at her sister. "Suzanne, make notes... it's time to start a new scrap book for our newest subject..." The younger girl smiled knowingly and turned round on her cushion to retrieve a notepad and felt tip pen from her denim coloured back pack, ready to write down my every word. With a playful smile, Caroline then looked back at me, "So, tell us more about where you came from..."

"Before we moved here, we lived in Weltby... a suburb just north east of it... Marsh Green..." I began. "I lived there my whole life... and I didn't like having to leave my best friends behind..."

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Suzanne asked.

"No... I'm the only one..."

"So how come you moved here?" Caroline pressed.

"Well, my mum and dad got divorced... My dad's moved away now so it's not easy to see him... and because we had to sell our house, mum and I moved here... she's going to be working at the vets with Emma's mum..."

"What is your favourite colour?" Emma asked.

"Blue," I replied quickly...

"That figures... you're a boy..." Suzanne giggled ironically. It was difficult not to smile. Answering such easy questions and letting them into my life like that was making me feel more comfortable and accepted. Of course, I wouldn't be writing this if it didn't represent a calm before a storm.

"So what do you like to do Phillipa," Caroline said deliberately using my 'temporary' girl's name, sitting back in her garden seat and eying me carefully. "Tell us what your interests are..."

"I like watching films... especially Star Wars... they're my favourite... I like Doctor Who and I like to read science fiction books... I like museums... I'd love to go to London one day and visit all the museums... the ones with dinosaurs... the Planetarium... Oh, and I like football too..."

"Okay... and what's this thing?" she said, leaning forward in the chair once more and pointing down at her feet to where my space ship still sat.

"It's the Millennium Falcon... from the Star Wars films..."

"It's a very... boyish... toy..." Caroline said dismissively... "What does it do?"

"It flies faster than the speed of light and it's piloted by..."

"No stupid... not in the film..." she sighed, shaking her head. "What does it do? Tell us how you like to play with it?"

I moved forward and knelt down at Caroline's feet to access the Millennium Falcon... I was quite encouraged that I had been asked about it and now I had the chance to show them around my prized possession...

"Errm... okay... the pilot goes in there," I explained, pointing to the cockpit... "And at the back, this cover plate comes off and you can see inside... all the other characters are in there... see?"

"Dolls! I knew it! A boy who plays with dolls... how wonderful..." Caroline teased. "You'll fit in well here if you like dolls..."

"They're action figures, actually... Girls play with dolls... Boys play with action figures..." I replied proudly in response to the obvious challenge of my masculinity.

"Looks like the same thing to me... a doll is a doll..." Caroline said seriously, daring me to further my protest. "So, show us how you play with it..."

"What do you mean?" I asked, caught off guard by her query... "I showed you just now..."

"No stupid..." Caroline sneered. "Show us how you really play with it... like when you are alone and don't think anyone is watching you..."

Well, Caroline wouldn't let it go, and building on what Emma had described about how I played my game, I had to pick up the Millennium Falcon, and fly it around the hut, making all of the special sound effects I used as I fought off more imaginary foes in pursuit... Of course, I was blushing, embarrassed to be making such a spectacle of myself in front of those three giggling girls... grinning at me as they watched me play with my prized toy.

"Hum the music too Phillipa..." Emma teased gleefully... So I obeyed, like the young fool I was... You see, boys really are stupid. I flew the space ship round the hut more gently this time as I hummed Han Solo's theme once more. Inside, although I felt embarrassed, I wanted to give the best performance I could... I wanted the opportunity to continue to play in the woods... It was a big carrot on a stick in front of me... That, and the other things... the temporarily forgotten threats of Police entanglements... and spankings...

"Good girl Phillipa..." Caroline teased. "We've seen enough I think, we get the picture... Very dramatic... I see a lot of potential in you... Put that back down on the floor next to me... We might get you to do that again for the other girls if you are successful in joining." That made me blush again, the prospect of having to give another show to more girls... And then things escalated a little bit more... As I bent down to land the space ship next to her feet, Emma piped up again...

"Wait a moment... first Phillipa, take out the two dolls you were playing with in the woods earlier... the ones you had declare their love for each other and made them kiss... Make them kiss again... and with the voices... do the voices too!"

"What? No... I can't..." I stumbled with shame... "Please don't..."

"Oh, there's more to see?" Caroline giggled along with her younger sister. "Do it... show us what you do with them too..."

Well yes... I did as I was instructed... I got Han Solo and Princess Leia out of the Millennium Falcon and I replayed the scene I had imagined earlier... complete with a false American accent for Solo and a fake girl's voice for Leia... It was thoroughly embarrassing to be doing this in front of an audience of three girls... but it was secretly exciting as I put the two action figures together in a pretend kiss...

"Mmmm... I love you..." I said in the voice of Han Solo...

"I love you too fly boy..." I replied as Princess Leia. "Kiss me again..." The concentration I had in my performance was quickly shattered by fits of girlish giggling and gasps of disbelief, so I hurriedly put the two figures back into the space ship, secured the lid and stood back up in front of Caroline... my face crimson.

"Very nice Phillipa..." Caroline smirked. "I'm sure your space pilot enjoyed kissing his girlfriend... So tell us... have you ever kissed a girl?" The directness of her question right off the back of their teasing me ensured that the rosy colour never left my cheeks and I looked down at the floor again to avoid their gaze.

"Come on Phillipa, there's no need to be shy any more is there? Not after that..." Emma added, sensing my discomfort. "Have you ever kissed a real girl?"

"Perhaps you kiss your girl dolly in secret?" Suzanne teased wickedly. "Or the boy one!"

"It's NOT a DOLL!" I grumbled, breathing deeply to control my anger and shame... "They're not dolls..." I didn't know whether it was a good or bad thing for an eleven year old boy to say what I did next... "And I haven't kissed a girl before... never."

"Hmmmm..." Caroline said with amusement... "Eleven years old and never been kissed... that's kind of cute... Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"No..." I replied quietly.

"Have you even held hands with a girl before?"

"No..."

"Have you ever seen a girl naked, or seen a girl's thing?"

"No... never..." I replied quickly, trying not to even think about it. A part of my body was starting to show some interest in this new, naughty line of questioning I was being subjected to... I momentarily remembered the tight fitting t-shirts that Caroline and Suzanne were sporting... and a fleeting imagined thought of all three girls lined up in front of me naked... but covering their privates with their hands of course as I didn't really know what a girl actually looked like down there... The brief thought was enough to awaken the first stirrings of erection though... and I was trying to fight it...

"Not even in a dirty magazine or a medical book?"

"No... I'm too young for that..." I replied, shifting with discomfort.

"But I bet you'd like to..." Suzanne said, providing scant relief from the rapid fire questions asked by her older sister. "Especially after what you said at choir practice yesterday..."

"That's not true!" I said, feeling like I was under real scrutiny... Suddenly it seemed that the casual and comfortable 'getting to know you' routine was now way out of my control. I didn't like it... despite my secret excitement.

"Has a girl ever seen you naked?" Caroline pressed harder still...

"N...no..." I gasped, instinctively pressing my knees together and moving my hands to cover my momentarily imagined naked crotch... What a horrid thought that girls would get to see me with nothing on... I was blushing again.

"Well Phillipa... that's all about to change..." the seated older girl grinned wickedly at me... "Take off your clothes for us..."

"Wh-what? You... no way!" I gasped in horror... "I can't do that... you're... you're all girls..."

"But you said you'd do anything," Emma chimed in gleefully. "Anything to stop me from telling my mum that you were trespassing on our land... and even worse, weeing all over it like a wild animal..."

"But... I told you... I didn't mean any harm... I was only playing... Look... I... I can't take off my clothes... not in front of you... It's naughty and you're all girls... I don't want to play this game any more or join your stupid club..."

"Oh this isn't a game... Take off your clothes and show us what you've got, or we'll tell..." Emma pressed her message home with a grin of superiority. "It's as simple as that..."

"No way... I'm not stupid... you just want to laugh at me... I'm not getting naked... and you can't make me..." I fussed defiantly, turning round to bolt for the exit. But Emma stuck her foot out and I stumbled forward over it, nearly losing my balance. What that meant was that Caroline had time to leap from her chair and give chase, easily catching up with me before I had chance to get out...

Caroline grabbed my t-shirt, halting my progress in slow motion like she was a Sith Lord using the power of the Force... I was amazed that the material of my shirt didn't rip as a result of how tightly she must have had to keep hold as I tried to escape her. The older, and embarrassingly much stronger girl wrestled me to the floor, my horror being realised as my t-shirt came off in the process...

As the other two girls were cheering on their older peer, I looked up to see Caroline sitting astride my tummy, grinning down at me under her control with my t-shirt held above her head in some sort of victory. Wearing a short denim skirt, I could feel her firm bottom pressing down on my now naked tummy... I could occasionally catch glimpses of light pink knickers that she wore as my movements to force escape were easily countered and subdued by her physical superiority.

"Stop it! Get off! Let me go!" I whined with rage... "Give me my shirt back! I want to go home... Stop laughing at me... I'll tell..."

Caroline tossed my t-shirt into one of the corners like it was nothing more than a dirty rag and then leaned forward, holding my wrists down to the floor and looking into my protesting eyes... I felt so weak and humiliated laying there on the floor, a girl having wrestled me so easily at her whim and holding me down, smirking at me, watching how ashamed she could see I was... Somewhere in my mind, I felt excitement... my cock started tingling and it began to stiffen.

"Now then... weakling little Phillipa... let's get a few things nice and clear..." Caroline said slowly, breathing deeply and moving her face close to mine to make sure I fully understood the situation... I had to either close my eyes or look right into hers... "Around here... girls rule... we're in charge... So, naughty little boys like you who get caught doing things they shouldn't... or those looking to join our club, have to do what we say... understand?"

"No way! Girls don't rule!! Boys do! I'm not your... slave... and I'm NOT getting naked!" I protested vigorously, still wriggling underneath her as she held me down. "Let me go... Get off!!" The older, stronger girl was losing patience and she freed my left wrist, moving her hand to my face where she pinched hold of my nose with her thumb and index finger... "Let me go... PLEASE stop..."

Emma and Suzanne giggled out loud... I was even more embarrassed now and my protests weakened and tailed off as I became aware of the silly voice that the effect of her pinching my nose made.

<I just know that you're all going to try pinching your nose and making that noise with your voice back home... Then you'll understand how embarrassed I felt...>

"When I let go... starting with your trainers and socks... you're going to take off the rest of your clothes... right here in front of us... so we can get a good long look at what we're dealing with... And, you'll continue to do as we say... got it?" Caroline continued to pinch my nose, a little tighter now to emphasise her control over me. Seeing how useless my situation was, I took a few moments to catch my breath and think... Reluctantly, I tried to nod...

"No, you have to say it... even with your cute little whiny boy's voice..." Caroline grinned. "Say that you'll do what we say..."

"I'll do what you say..." I replied with a squeak, humiliated by my voice and feeling my eyes becoming heavy with the threat of tears...

"No sis, make him say that he'll do what GIRLS say," Suzanne piped up menacingly. "It's the rules... He's a boy, and HE has to obey girls, just because we're girls... and he's not..."

"You heard her... Say that too..." Caroline demanded, enjoying her total control over a boy, and my shame.

"I'll... do what girls say..." I confirmed remorsefully...

"Mmmm, I like this game," Caroline giggled to her friends, rubbing her bottom all over my giddied tummy. Then she turned back to look at me right in the eye, leaning in closer again. I could feel her breath on me... it was intimidating... "Now say that you promise to do what girls say, because they're better and smarter than boys in every way..."

I felt sickened... or at least my stomach churned with nerves and my mind raced with horror and humiliation... Caroline was commanding me to betray my own gender... it was treasonous heresy. I wanted to deny it... I wanted to prove her wrong... to prove all three girls wrong... I didn't want to believe it... Boys had to be best at everything surely... that's what I had always believed in the world around me... But there I was, having been tricked by the girls into putting on an embarrassing show of how I played with my space ship, and then being held down to the floor so easily by a girl... She was proving to me that she was right... It was embarrassing, and yet it was scarily exciting... I was starting to get a stiffy that just shouldn't have been there...

I was breathing deeply as a result of my exertion, both physically and mentally. And with seemingly no logical way out of my situation, my enforced, silly voice spoke...

"I... I promise to do what girls say because they're... ohhh... no I can't, please don't make me say it..." But Caroline pinched tighter around my nose and using her other hand, raked a fingernail over my nipple... "Agggghhhh... ouch, stop... okay, okay... I promise to do what girls say, because... they're better and smarter than boys in every way..."

"Good boy..." Caroline teased, removing her finger from my nipple and her thumb and finger from around my nose... In my dazed shock at what had just happened, I took a series of deep breaths to try and recover from my shamefully treacherous angst, my attempts at struggling to wriggle free from under Caroline's bottom now ceased. "That wasn't so difficult, was it?"

It somehow felt momentarily serene... having said what the girls wanted me to say, there was no going back... It was as though I was in some momentary calm, like I had confessed to some long standing, misguided lie about the sovereignty of my gender... alleviating any subconscious pressure to perform as a 'dominant male.' Giving in, was curiously liberating and exciting... all I had to do was obey. If I could do that, the girls would accept me... and I would be free to play in the woods...

Looking back, that completed phase one of my induction to their club, as Emma and Suzanne continued to giggle and celebrate my proclamation of female supremacy with their older friend...

"So now you've admitted the truth... ask me nicely to let you get up..." Caroline said more seriously, looking down at me contemptuous victory.

"W-what?" I whimpered quietly. Had I not suffered enough?

"You heard me Phillipa... ask me nicely to let you get up... In fact, beg... beg like a little puppy..."

"Oh please... let me go... I want to go home now..." I replied meekly, the gravity of my situation beginning to re-flood my mind.

"Beg me... say, please Miss Caroline, let me get up..." she said, grinning at me, challenging me to defy her any further.

"Please Miss Caroline... let me get up..." I replied with timid obedience.

"Very well... but remember your promise... If you run for the door, then fine... but we'll make it so much worse for you... You're the only boy in the village and you'll never knowing when we'll strike or get you into trouble... understand?"

"Yes Miss Caroline..." I replied quickly. I certainly did know how easily the girls could make trouble for me... yesterday's slippering in the village hall made sure of that...

"Good... and from now on, when you address any of the girls in the club, you must address them as 'Miss,' like you have done just now... got it?" she said as she finally climbed off my naked tummy. I felt the cool air react to the skin of my chest and belly, and remind me of what I had to do...

"Come on, get up!" Emma teased, looking excitedly at Suzanne. "Then strip... trainers first!"

Slowly getting to my feet, I saw that Caroline had returned to her 'throne' on the plastic garden chair, while Suzanne still sat Indian style on a cushion to her left, and Emma doing the same to her right, forming an angled audience all looking at me in anticipation. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping against hope for either a reprieve or some sort of dramatic rescue by swashbuckling boys of the Rebel Alliance... to fight off the terrifying and dominant girls of the evil Girls' Empire... But as you know, I was the only boy... the only member of the Boys' Rebel Alliance... Rescue was not going to happen...

'Oh god...' I thought mournfully. 'What am I doing? Girls are going to see me... they're making me strip naked...' I swallowed hard in my mouth, reopening my eyes and looking imploringly from girl to girl, waiting for one of them to declare that this was all some big joke and that I could go home after all... But they were just looking at me, and smiling wickedly at me... already undressing me in their mind...

"Come on... strip, strip, strip..." Suzanne chanted slowly, clapping her hands in rhythm.

My hands trembling, I knelt down on one knee and began to untie the laces of my left training shoe... then switched knees and untied the lace of my right one. Standing back up, I slowly kicked my trainers off my feet...

"Strip, strip, strip..." I heard Emma giggle, joining in with her friend.

I couldn't believe that I was doing it... a boy of eleven years old, actually taking my clothes off in front of a trio of teasing girls... all because they had commanded me to... They had the power to make me do it... It was the price I had to pay to play in the woods... and to confirm my submission and inferiority to the girls...

Nearly stumbling, I lifted my right foot and removed the white sock from it, leaving it feeling very naked as it padded back down to the floor. Dropping my sock to the floor to join my trainers, I lifted my left foot and removed that one too in the same way... Just two more garments left to maintain my modesty... my privacy... my shame...

"Strip, strip, strip..." all three girls chorused slowly, clapping along and smirking at the submissive boy in front of them who had dared to join THEIR choir... dared to play in THEIR woods... and now dared to try and join THEIR club. The boy they had so easily dominated, coerced and tricked into stripping naked...

It was getting serious now as my ever trembling hands slowly arrived at the belt buckle below my tummy button... Unclasping the belt, it fell apart against my hips... I swallowed and breathed hard, my stomach churning with dread and my mind imagining the faces of the girls if I ever got far enough to pull my underpants down...

I slowly freed the button at the top of my shorts and gingerly tugged the zip fly downwards... My shorts felt loose at the waist as a result... another step closer to total humiliation.

"Strip... strip... strip..." the girls chorused, time feeling as though it was slowing down... the hut becoming misty as I tried to focus on my task. And then, gripping the waist of my shorts, I shuffled them downwards... off my hips... down my knees... letting them drop in a puddle to my ankles... My face blushed scarlet as I slowly stepped out of my shorts, adding to the pile of my already discarded clothes.

For some reason, the girls had stopped chanting and all three sat there smirking at my groin... Just me stood there in front of them in my underpants... my hands moving to cover my tummy... then my crotch... then my tummy again. I didn't know where to put my hands, every position left me feeling equally uncomfortable.

"Eww, you dirty little boy!" Caroline sneered, her eyes not leaving my tingling crotch. I looked down to see what the matter was, but all I could see was Luke Skywalker holding that lightsabre covering where my boy parts were.

"Oh my god!" Suzanne giggled. "He's wearing the same pants as yesterday! What a dirt bag!"

"And that's another thing," Emma teased, "boys are dirty little piggies... while girls are clean and sparkly..."

"I'm NOT dirty!" I protested.

"Remember your manners Phillipa," Caroline chided me.

"Miss Emma, I'm not dirty... I bath every day... it's just... these are my favourites... and they didn't get dirty yesterday and... and..."

"It doesn't matter..." Emma sneered. "You've had them on for two days... and that's dirty... so better get them off hadn't you?"

"Yeah... come on! I want to see a nudie boy... Strip, strip, strip!" Suzanne added gleefully, eager to see me totally naked and satisfy her curiosities about me. Of course, to my big disappointment, the other girls continued to chant and clap along with her... and there was still no sign of the Boys' Rebel Alliance to come and put these girls back into their place... It seemed that actually, I was the one being put in my place...

My heart sank... despite it beating ten to the dozen... It seemed to me that the girls were going to win... I mean totally win... I was very soon going to be fully naked and on show for three girls. I couldn't stop it happening... They were proving to me just how easily it was for girls to win the battle of the sexes. It was just a matter by how big their margin of victory was over me... and my gender. My stomach didn't feel like my own, butterflies fluttering uncontrollably inside... making me feel giddy... my legs feeling like jelly and that I might fall over at any moment. If only I could wake up from this nightmare... or pass out into the relief of unconsciousness. Falling through the floor and into the fiery abyss of hell would have been better than anything right then.

Yes dear readers... all the Swiss cheese barriers had holes in... and all the holes were now lined up ready for the arrow of young feminism to strike. I was literally down to my underpants... my final barrier... One final hope...

"Please don't make me..." I spluttered, feeling tears welling up in my eyes... "N-not all the way... not my underpants... please, it's not fair..." I had never been in this position before and it was suddenly more terrifying than I had previously anticipated since Caroline first ordered me to strip naked. "Please don't make me pull my pants down..." I just knew I was making a truthfully pleading and desperate face... my crimson cheeks aching... my mind horrified with worry and fear... yet my boy-genitals were tingling.

"Oh save it new boy..." Caroline blasted, overjoyed at seeing how terrified and nearly in tears I was as I anticipated having to remove my underpants in front of them. "You should have thought about all that when you discovered that you were the only BOY in the village... the only BOY at Sunday School... Especially when you decided to offend every GIRL that was there with your sordid little rhyme... what was it again?"

"It was this," Emma offered proudly, clearing her throat like she was about to start an award winning performance... "Nothing could be finer, than seeing the VAGINA, of all the girls at Sunday School..."

"Oh yes, that's it," Caroline began again... "On top of trespassing on this land... and weeing on it... you let it be known to everyone at Sunday School just what it is that you want..."

"B-but..."

"YOU... that is, a BOY, want to see the vagina... of every GIRL at Sunday School... That's what you said... and that's nine girls, including me... That's a lot of girls' private parts to see isn't it? I can't even begin to imagine how a BOY like you, would go about achieving that task... hmmm?"

"But... oh god... please listen! I'm really sorry... it was just a silly rhyme... I didn't mean it... I was just trying to be funny..." I offered as best I could, sniffing back the ever threatening storm of tears.

"Oh but you did mean it..." Caroline countered, shifting in her seat. "It's quite commonly known that boys have dirty minds... especially when they get to your age... And it's also commonly known that many true words are spoken in jest... And aren't you just the cute little jester in your dirty little boy's underpants huh?"

"I'm sorry..." I replied, biting my lip with nerves. Surely an apology would make everything okay...

"I'm sorry, what..." Caroline said with quiet insistence.

"I'm sorry, Miss Caroline..."

"Apology accepted Phillipa..."

Oh gosh, how I sighed with relief... The misunderstanding about the misguided and stupid alternative song lyrics I had made up was finally resolved... A heartfelt, respectful apology was all it took... well, that and stripping down to my underpants just to scare me...

'Thank the maker,' I thought, imagining the golden droid C-3PO being lowered into a relaxing oil bath on Tatooine.

"But, you still have to do what we say... you promised you would do anything..." Caroline intoned, immediately shattering my little daydream of relief. "So no more silliness... take off your underpants now and show us what you think you've got to keep private... Emma here told me that you said your willy was bigger than she could imagine... That's some claim for a weedy little boy your age isn't it?"

"But... please... I can't show you my... PLEASE!" I gasped, my horrors and fears renewed in a cruel instant... "You're girls... you'll laugh at me..."

"Yes dummy... We are girls... and no doubt we will laugh..." Caroline beamed, continuing to enjoy my discomfort and torment... "But as we've just established, we're smarter and better than you in every way..."

"Yep... and if you don't strip naked and show us your willy, the only alternative will be getting you in trouble with the Police and my mum for trespassing," beamed Emma conspiratorially... teasing me by proudly pushing out her flat chest...

"And on top of that..." Caroline continued building the case against me, "we'll make sure that next time we're in Sunday School Choir practice together, Miss Bingley will have need to give you another spanking... Oh, poor Elizabeth Knight... touched between the legs by the dirty little, NEW BOY, who has already admitted... even to Miss Bingley, that he wants to see the vagina of ALL the girls at Sunday School... 'Now he's started touching too Miss Bingley...'"

"Whoa... Stop! You wouldn't dare... that's not true... you're lying... I wouldn't do that..." I gasped, totally shocked at how devious these girls were prepared to be... "I'd never do that... please!"

"But Miss Bingley doesn't know it... and neither do any of the other girls... so who do you think they will believe? Hmmm? And I know that for a second offence, Miss Bingley spanks boys on the bare bottom... right in front of all the girls... I've read the punishment register... First offence is a trousers down spanking over underpants... Second offence merits a bare bottom spanking, with a following ten minutes of standing at the front facing the girls... And for a third offence, well... the boy is made to strip fully naked, take his spanking with the slipper, then go and apologise to each girl in the room, one by one, each one closely looking at and giggling at his bare naked boy parts... If you don't obey, imagine what we could do to get you in trouble a third time..."

"Oh god... Please... I'm begging you... don't make me..." I bumbled weakly, mildly distracted by Suzanne fiddling with her denim back pack again...

"Enough games and time wasting from you I think..." Caroline said sharply, cutting off my further protests... "One way or another, as a boy, you don't have a choice... We're all going to see you naked... Surely it would be better right here and now in front of just us three girls... than the whole of Sunday School on top of a thorough slippering... wouldn't it? So, take off your pants right now..."

"Yeah... show us your willy..." Suzanne grinned menacingly, holding up what it was that she was fishing around in her back pack for... "Time to properly start your scrapbook..."

'Oh my god... it's a camera...' I reeled in horror... 'A proper camera...' Before I could question where she would get photographs of me with no clothes on developed, she took a couple of images of me standing there in front of them, in my virtually naked distress, about to cry...

"Strip... Strip... Strip..." Emma chanted and clapped as I moved my hands to my hips... I took a deep breath as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my Star Wars underpants... My cheeks ablaze with scarlet shame, I felt my heart doing cartwheels inside my chest as I closed my eyes, about to enter oblivion. In all my eleven years, I had never felt more scared... never felt more embarrassed... never felt more alone than I did right then... The only boy in the village, forced to reveal his private parts to an audience of girls. It was horrifying... no doubt about it... but secretly exciting too... a curious paradox far beyond the understanding of an eleven year old boy.

"Strip... Strip... Strip..." the girls continued.

As Suzanne began to fire off intermittent photographs of me, I felt my tears breach the dam of my lashes and commence their stinging cascade down my cheeks. As the tears fell downward, so I began to pull down my underpants, surrendering my nudity to the three excitedly anticipating girls. Although I couldn't see them with my eyes so tightly shut, I could feel all three sets of girlish eyes burning brightly into me... looking directly at my crotch ready for my boy parts to come into their view as they continued to chant...

"Strip! Strip! Strip!" they chorused, barely able to contain their glee. I tried to delay the inevitable for as long as possible, tugging down at the back to expose my buttocks first... And then I swallowed hard, finding my mouth dry, my breathing fast and shallow...

'Oh god, mummy help me...' I screamed inside. 'I don't want to show them... I don't want to show them... they're gonna laugh at it... and make fun of it... they think girls are better... they know girls are better... they're gonna see my willy... my gooly... Oh god... please save me... make it stop...'

I felt the front of my underpants start to lower in earnest... exposing the hairless pubis between my lower belly and where the stalk of my treasured and most private of boy parts began.

"Strip! Strip! Strip!" the girls chanted more quickly.

"He's doing it, he's doing it!" I heard Emma giggle, as Suzanne depressed her shutter button for another photograph. My cheeks still burned crimson, barely slaked by the tears that were falling... tears of impending shame and humiliation... "There it is!! I can see it! I've seen his willy!"

Finally I felt the material of my underpants crest over my pre-pubescent penis and down below my small ball sac... I could tell that my sex was excited a little... I wasn't soft... but I wasn't fully erect... but it was tingling like I had never known it before. My pants then fell quickly to my ankles. As quickly as I could, I moved my hands to cover my boyish shame... There, I was naked... totally naked in front of three fully clothed, smirking girls...

"Yay!!" Suzanne called out with excitement. "I saw it too! We've seen him... we've seen him!"

"That's brill... we got him naked!" Emma teased, then chanted, "We've seen his willy... we've seen his willy!"

"Step out of the underpants Phillipa..." Caroline instructed. "You won't me needing them for a long time yet..."

"Please..." I begged, tears streaming and wanting to run home and cry hard into my mum's embrace. I obediently stepped out of the puddled briefs at my ankles, hoping that the girls had finished... But obviously they hadn't... actually, they were only just starting.

"Oh come on Phillipa," giggled Caroline... "You can't stop now... we can't see anything... You said you would do as we say... So the next rule you have to follow is that naked boys have to keep their hands at their sides so us girls can see..."

"Please don't make me..." I begged again... "I don't want you to..."

"Do it!" she commanded harshly, reminding me of my place. "Or I'll bloody well make you, and you know I can... weakling boy!"

So I obeyed... to the accompaniment of renewed girlish giggling and whispering, I moved my shaking hands away from my hairless, immature groin... placing them at my sides... I was still unable to open my eyes through fear and with the humiliation of having three girls staring right at my most secret, most private boy parts... my immature masculine genitalia... my penis... my hairless little uncircumcised cock...

'They can see my willy...' I thought... 'Girls are looking at my gooly...' It felt horrible, knowing all that of course... and yet somehow, so secretly exciting.

"Mmmm... nudie boy!" Emma teased. I allowed myself to open my eyes and look at her... my face returning to an instant blush as I saw her smug, victorious looking grin as she stared at my bare naked, hairless penis... itself unsure whether to be soft or hard...

I looked at Suzanne next... in time to see and hear her camera take another exposure...

"That's not bigger than I had imagined..." Suzanne teased with mock disappointment before finally smirking up at me. "But you're still a nudie boy... all naked and on show in the girls' clubhouse... I guess that's exciting enough..."

"So Phillipa, look at me..." Caroline addressed me, making me look at her... She was after all, the leader. I knew she commanded respect, and I had nowhere to run... "Good boy... I know it can't have been easy for you to do that... I mean, for you to admit that girls are better and then strip naked right here in front of us... So... now that you have actually done it... stripped naked and shown us what you've got between your legs... how do you feel?"

"Wh-what?" I sniffled quietly, feeling my tears finally receding.

"How does it feel? To stand there naked with your willy on show for three girls? Girls who made you do it... Does it feel as bad as you thought it would?"

"K-kind of..." I said quietly, confused by the paradoxical feelings trying to grab my attention, trying to work out what the actual truth of my feelings really was...

"Kind of what..."

"Kind of bad Miss Caroline..." I replied, my voice sounding unsure.

"But there's something else isn't there?" she asked, taking the time to refocus her attention and look directly at my genitals briefly, before looking back into my eyes. "You feel something else too don't you?"

"I don't know Miss Caroline..." I said, still confused. "It's bad... girls shouldn't see boys naked... but now I've done it... I guess... now you've seen it... oh I don't know... it's not..."

"You've realised that it wasn't as bad as you were expecting haven't you? I mean, the world didn't end because of us making you pull your pants down and show us did it?" Caroline finished for me and I timidly nodded. "We didn't even laugh as much as you thought we would I bet..." Again I nodded. "And inside, you're feeling a little... excited aren't you?"

"How can you tell?" I asked curiously. "I mean, Miss Caroline..."

"Because your willy isn't soft like a wriggly little maggot..." she giggled. "That means part of you is excited... even if just a little bit... somewhere inside, you like being naked in front of us... don't you?"

"I don't think s..." I began.

"Oh yes you do..." Caroline interrupted. "Admit it Phillipa... there's no need for you to be shy in front of us any more... you like it don't you?"

"Y-yes... Miss Caroline," I relented, speaking the words placed directly in my mouth. What more could I say?

"Say it properly... say how much you like being naked in front of girls..."

"I... errm... I enjoy being naked... in front of girls... a lot..."

"Good boy Phillipa... that's good to know because now that you're joining us there are more rules that you have to follow because you're a boy okay?"

"Yes Miss Caroline..." I replied quickly.

"First, any time you are invited to this club house, you will strip naked without question, whenever instructed... no matter who is present... understood?"

"Y-yes Miss Caroline..." I replied, my eyebrows raised at the prospect of having to strip naked again in the future. I was naively shocked that there would be a next time.

"If you are invited to play, or attend a meeting held at the home of one of the girls, you will only strip naked when the girl who lives at that house commands you to strip naked... That will be your signal that the coast is clear and 'girls' club business' can begin... understood?"

"Yes Miss Caroline..."

"Good boy... now, as previously said, any time you are naked in front of any of the girls, your natural position will be the one you are in at the moment... That will be know as your 'welcome' pose... When you strip naked, you will adopt the 'welcome' pose until commanded otherwise... understood?"

"Yes Miss Caroline..."

"Good boy... now get yourself a cushion, it's time we got down to serious club business..." Caroline smiled sweetly and pointed out a dark royal blue coloured cushion... "It's blue... just like you..." That made the other two girls giggle knowingly as I quickly bent down to pick up my allocated cushion.

"From now on, that will be YOUR cushion..." Caroline continued, taking the cushion from me and placing it in the centre of the floor space... "Now... kneel down on the cushion... that's it... up on your knees like that..." She used her hands to guide me into position. "Now, part your knees wider on the floor... that's it... As you can see, it gives us a good look at what you've got down there... Now lock your ankles behind you, over one another... There... now, hands on top of your head... that's perfect!"

I had never felt so exposed all day as I did when I was in that position and the rudeness of my exposure... The way my boy genitals were pushed outward at the front made me blush all over again...

"Good boy..." Caroline praised, moving back away from me and sitting back on her garden chair, pleased with her 'new nude subject.' "When a girl commands you to 'sit,' THAT will be your position... Understood?"

"Yes, Mmm-Miss Caroline..." I replied meekly. Apart from my shame, I found myself feeling maybe even more submissive... somehow weaker... and humbled... I mean, I was fully naked, kneeling up on a cushion with my hands on my head out of the way, while my hairless tokens of masculinity were pushed out forward from my groin in front of my young fully dressed female audience.

"Good..." Caroline beamed confidently. "Now, it's time for us to inspect you... This will be your next induction test... From now on until we say, you must remain silent unless asked a direct question by a girl... Also, you mustn't do anything that will obstruct any of us girls inspecting you... It will no doubt be embarrassing for you and could be uncomfortable... so you may grunt or sigh... but you must not talk unless directly asked a question... Your hands must remain on your head... is that understood?"

"Y-yes... Miss Caroline..."

"If you disobey, you can imagine what will happen... so do you promise to be a good boy?" Emma teased.

"Yes... I promise..."

"Address me properly, like in the rules..." my cute nemesis commanded.

"I promise to be a good boy, Miss Emma..." I obeyed, tightening the grip of my fingers interlocked on top of my head, bracing myself for whatever this 'inspection' entailed.

"Then we shall begin..." Caroline announced brightly, climbing down from her 'throne' to sit Indian style in front of me... Her position no doubt deliberately allowed me to see up her modest denim skirt... along her upper thighs, right at the material of her light pink knickers stretched right over what I could only imagine would be her girl parts. I gulped, nervous as hell at what to expect from this escalation. I heard Suzanne snap another photograph of me in the humiliating position I was maintaining at their command.

"So, we already know that you have never been seen naked by a girl before until now... and that you've never kissed a girl... But has a girl ever touched you before, down there? Has a girl ever touched your willy? Yes or no..." Caroline questioned confidently.

"N-no Miss Caroline," I winced, quickly shutting my eyes.

"Good... I like to be a boy's first... You will find that once I start touching you... you will ALWAYS remember that I was the girl who did it first... and how it happened..." Caroline explained with menace. "Girls, you will notice that Phillipa has closed his eyes... The 'big book of boy secrets' reads that when a boy is feeling under threat or embarrassed... for example when he is naked for the first time in front of a girl, he will keep his eyes closed to try and block out his feelings of shame and inadequacy... He will try to imagine himself to be anywhere but right there where he is... and in so doing, will miss out on the valuable lessons that watching a girl take control of his most secret parts can offer..."

I heard Suzanne and Emma giggle as Caroline spoke as though I were an inanimate statue, placed there purely for their enjoyment and titillation. Which of course, that was the role they had planned for me at that moment.

"Phillipa, open your eyes... and look at me..." Caroline instructed. I obeyed reluctantly, blinking a couple of times as I tried to focus on her eyes. "As a boy, it is important that you keep your eyes open when a girl is inspecting you. Firstly, it demonstrates that you freely submit to her inspection of you, and surrender control of your boy parts to her... You will instantly recognise and appreciate her superiority over you... In other words, it is good manners not to close your eyes and make silly faces while you submit to your mistress..."

"Secondly, and more importantly in this case, by looking into the girl's eyes, or down at your private parts during her inspection of you, it will remind you over and over that it's a girl inspecting and touching you... It will remind you of all of your weaknesses as a boy... So, you will either look into the eyes of the girl inspecting you, or down at your private parts, right at what the girl is doing to you, is that clear?"

"Y-yes Miss Caroline," I squeaked in fear and with impending cataclysmic humiliation. What were these girls going to do?

With that, I watched in powerless slow motion as Caroline reached out with her right hand and took hold of the shaft of my penis, wrapping her palm fully around it and gripping me firmly...

"Mmmm... aaghh..." I gasped and tensed as I felt for the first time, a girl's hand intimately contacting my boyish genitals. Strange, newly ticklish feeling sensations passed right through my penis as Caroline continued to grip me, neither tightly or loosely, almost as though she were assessing me. As I felt the ongoing tingles and much more noticeable stiffening then, I realised that Caroline was right... I was really desperate to close my eyes... But I looked into the rather emotionless eyes of my slightly older, young mistress... then looked down to see the hold she had on my very sex...

"Good boy..." Caroline praised, looking up at me and instantly regaining the attention of my eyes. "Hold still, and you'll find that it can be fun to come and play with us girls..." As she said that, she smiled demurely at me, making my heartbeat quicken and the stiffening of my shaft quicken too...

Suddenly, the smile disappeared from Caroline's face and I felt her girlish hand squeeze my erection more tightly...

"Aggghhhh!" I winced, feeling totally helpless as the older girl squeezed, and squeezed harder still... She was about to bring tears forward from my eyes as I tightened the grip of my hands on my head, trying to divert the pain and humiliation I was feeling elsewhere beyond my control.

"And just as it can be fun when you play with us," Caroline said, breaking out into a wicked, knowing smile and then relaxing her grip on my penis a little, making me gasp with relief as I looked back at her. "Bad little boys will find that girls can be quite cruel..." With that, both Emma and Suzanne giggled at my reactions to her handling, the latter firing off another exposure to her camera.

"Ohhhh..." I sighed with relief when Caroline fully relaxed her grip on my by now fully stiff erection.

"So... are you going to be a good little boy and have fun obeying girls?" Caroline teased, her voice now challenging me to try and back away.

"Y-yes Miss, Caroline..." I replied quietly, breathing hard.

"And do girls rule?"

"Yes... Miss Caroline..."

"Then say it! Dummy!" she commanded testily, squeezing my erection tightly again for a couple of seconds to focus my attention back down at my cock.

I didn't know it at the time but ever since that first encounter, when a girl or a woman has touched my private parts, I always have remembered Caroline... and what she and the Langton Magna girls did to me... Just like Caroline said I would... I would always remember how the girls dominated me... made me strip naked... and then how they played with me... and how I didn't know how to make it all stop... how weak that made me feel.

The shame of it... being powerless to stop the girls dominating me... unable to stop them toying with me... And then the secret, naughty feelings of excitement at being naked in front of fully clothed, grinning girls... Or being submissive to them... Obeying them and being giggled at... And admitting that girls were really the better sex... and of course, not knowing whether or not I really wanted it all to stop. As I would later learn from the 'big book of boy secrets,' our first sexual experiences really do shape how we progress through the rest of our sexual lives. That first time, the girls cursed me to a life as a submissive, obedient male... desperate for more... and acceptance for what I was... a member of the 'second sex...'

"Agggghhhh... G-g-girls... rule!" I stammered squeakily, grateful and relieved when she let go of my rigid and tingling penis. It was a peculiar bitter-sweet sensation when she let go, to feel my erection suddenly surrounded by the cooler air meandering through the hut. I looked down, renewing my embarrassment at how rudely my immature young cock stuck straight out from my hairless crotch. I blushed at the immediate round of girlish giggles from either side of me, Emma and Suzanne seeing my modest, yet full erection for the first time.

"Hmmm..." Caroline smirked as she watched my erection bob around freely in front of her as I adjusted my kneeling position with my hands on top of my head. I couldn't stop the muscle at the base of my cock from flexing all on it's own, adding to the uncontrollable movement of my genitals... It was very humiliating to be naked like that in front of three girls, three fully clothed and naturally confident, bossy girls... But to have an erection too... could things get any worse? "Time to play doctor... and we'll be your three pretty nurses... nudie boy..."

I was tempted once more to try and shut out my humiliation by tightly closing my eyes... to think about anything I could that didn't involve me being naked and on display for three giggling girls who had be trapped in their 'girls only' world.

"Suzanne... you may begin your examination of him..." Caroline said to her younger sister. With that, Suzanne put down her camera and leaned forward on her cushion and flicked my erection with her index finger...

"Nnggghh!" I winced in pain, aware that my penis bobbed around helplessly in front of me, eliciting continued smirking and giggling at my 'proud' badge of masculinity.

"What is this... THING... sticking out from your body?" she teased with the pretend voice of a little girl.

"Errm... that's my... wil... that's my penis..." I replied tentatively, then quickly added, "Miss Suzanne..."

"It's funny looking..." she smirked looking up at me, then back down to my groin. "Boys are funny looking... What do you call it?" I didn't know what she meant... was she asking if I called it by a pet name?

"It doesn't have a name Miss Suzanne..."

"Liar!" she cut me off quickly, flicking my erection once more. "Boys call their thingies lots of other names... tell us what YOU call it..."

"Oh... errrm... it's my... willy... Miss S-Suzanne..."

"Good... what else?"

"My c-cock..." I said with embarrassment, I'd never really said any of these things to a girl a before. "Or my... dickie... or gooly... Miss Suzanne..."

"Yes... gooly! That's real funny!" she giggled. Then, impersonating me she said, "Look at me girls... I'm a nudie boy and I've got a stiff little gooly!" Her cruel mocking made me blush, and the way she took hold of my penis like it was a dog's leash teased a tear to trickle down my crimson cheek from my watering eyes. "Say it..." she commanded, briefly squeezing me and then letting my penis go, making sure it bounced freely in front of them...

"Ermm..." I sniffled... "Look at me g-g-girls... I'm... I'm a... nudie boy... and I've got... a stiff little gooly..." The sniggering of the other two girl's at Suzanne's taunting and my enforced repetition cut me like a knife...

"So... do boys call it anything else?" Suzanne questioned finally when the giggling receded.

"I don't know Miss Suzanne... not where I come from..." I replied, swallowing hard, desperate to stop myself from crying again.

"Well," she continued, suddenly gripping my erection in her palm again like her older sister had done and seemed to squeeze even harder...

"Aggghhhh!" I winced and took a deep breath, but still didn't look away as I watched Suzanne stare into my eyes deeply.

"Your... willy... is nothing special... Your gooly is ugly... Your dickie is worthless, like a worm... and your cock now belongs to us... Understand Phillipa?"

"Yes Miss Suzanne..." I replied contritely.

"Then say it..." she smirked, even at her own wickedness.

"My... willy is nothing special," I sniffled. "My gooly is ugly... my, my dickie is worthless like a w-worm... and my cock now belongs to..." My voice trailed off.

"Belongs to girls..." she finished for me.

"My, cock... b-belongs to girls, Miss Suzanne..."

"Emma... your turn," Suzanne said looking smugly at her friend before retreating to the comfort of her cushion. With that, Emma eagerly leaned forward and set about her first inspection of me from my left. Like the two girls before her, she initially encircled her hand around my still tingling erection before her hand roamed lower... I felt her fingertips run over the sensitive little sac under my penis, then her hand cupped my scrotum... Finally, her fingertips sneaked to the rear and she held my entire scrotum in the 'bowl' made by her palm...

"Oohhhgghh..." I sighed, more new sensations passing through my previously unexplored genitals, this time focused around my ticklish little ball bag.

"And what do we have down here Phillipa?" Emma beamed at me... "What can you tell us about this?"

"That's my, ball bag... errrm... inside... they're my b-balls... Miss Emma..." I gasped at her delicate touch.

"Oh?" she giggled, looking up at me... "and how many do you have in your... ball bag?"

"Boys have two Miss Emma..." I replied softly, my attention leaving the look of empowered joy on her face and down to my erection, seeing her hand surrounding my ball sac.

"Do boys call this, ball bag, any other names?" she asked, pushing up and down gently on my sac, weighing them up... "Do balls have different names too?"

"I don't think so Miss Emma," I replied, struggling to think. I couldn't remember the word my mum had called the 'bag' when she was toweling me dry from a bath some years previously. "I've heard older boys call them 'bollocks' before... but it's not a nice word... the bag doesn't... I mean, I can't remember the name for it... Miss Emma..."

"Oh dear..." Emma said quietly, removing her hand from my scrotum... "Nudie boy doesn't even know what his boy parts are really called... whatever shall we do?"

"I think you should be a good nurse and tell our little boy all about his body..." giggled Caroline, to the delight of Suzanne too.

"Very well Nurse Caroline..." Emma said gleefully to her older friend, before looking back at me... "Don't run off now Phillipa... we'll teach you all about your little bits and bobs... just stay there..." With that, she climbed up from her cushion and darted eagerly to my right... I dared not actually follow her exact movements, but I could see enough from the corner of my eye that under the small window on that side of the hut there were two elderly looking toy chests. The one closest to me was the one that Emma was fishing around in and she retrieved a book, before resuming her position on her cushion to my left.

"This Phillipa, is the 'big book of boy secrets,'" Emma said, holding the book up in front of me to see. It didn't look like a real book... it had a false white paper dustcover sheet that had been clearly hand crafted by one of the girls, wrapped around the original cover and made it impossible to see what the book was really called. What I could see was that in big, bold, pink, girlishly neat capital letters, it was labeled as 'THE BIG BOOK OF BOY SECRETS.' Then underneath were smaller letters that read, 'Everything Girls Need To Know About Boys...' Also emblazoned on the cover was a symbol I didn't recognise, which had been coloured in neatly with a dark blue pencil crayon. It was a circle or ring with a kind of arrow coming out of it pointing to the upper right. Of course, I now know it to be the symbol of the 'male.'

"Let's see," Emma said, getting comfortable on her cushion and flicking through some of the pages, clearly looking for something. "Ah, here it is..." Opening the book widely, she turned the book around to face me so I could see the page. "Tell us what you see?"

"It's a picture of... a boy... Miss Emma..." I said with a gasp of shock and some embarrassment. My eyes widened. The page to the left showed his bare naked front... the page to the right showed his equally bare rear profile.

"Yes... a picture of a naked boy..." she confirmed with a cruel smile. "A nudie boy, just like you..." Indeed, the naked boy, albeit in black and white could have been no older than me at the time it was taken... totally hairless around his privates. I was horrified that the girls had access to this kind of material... It felt as though my whole sex... my whole gender was there on display for any girl in the world see... I blushed as I imagined all the girls in the world getting to see that picture of the 'poor' naked boy and instantly knowing what every boy like me looked like with no clothes on... I actually felt humiliated on his behalf...

In the picture, I could see that the boy had darker hair than I had, he was as slim as I was though, and his flaccid uncircumcised penis was no bigger than mine was when it was like that. Of course, I was still erect from everything that was going on. There was a faint, barely noticeable and weak smile on his face as he looked back at me, and his hands were down flat at his sides... he was in the 'welcome' position.

"It's a really good book for girls... every girl should have one..." Emma teased, drinking in my embarrassed reaction as I maintained my humiliating position. "We get to know all about you in this book... but it's not just pictures... You might not be able to see from where you are, but there are little arrows pointing to all the best bits and with a description about what they are at the bottom... front and back!" she giggled. "And look here," she continued, turning the page... "There are even more pictures of 'Peter...' That's what we call the boy in these pictures..." As she turned successive pages, there were more detailed photographs, showing close ups of his various body parts normally considered very private and that should be kept hidden from the view of inquisitive girls like these.

Turning back to the page that she had originally shown me, she spread it out on the floor in front of me and moved in closer to me, poised to continue.

"I would have thought that a boy your age would already know about all this..." Emma smiled up at me. "But I suppose it's a start that you know what your penis is at least... But do you know what it's for?" At that question, Caroline and Suzanne began to chuckle.

"Yes Miss Emma," I replied as stoical as I could unable to hide my embarrassment. "It's where my wee comes out... Miss Emma..."

"And what else?" she teased, enjoying this particular game very much.

"Errm... when a boy turns into a man... and he gets married... errm..." I was stammering, desperate not to make any more of a fool of myself than I already looked. "The man puts his... p-penis... inside a woman's... thing..."

"Vagina!" Emma smirked.

"Inside a woman's... vagina... Miss Emma... and they can make a baby," I blushed.

"Hmmm... almost..." Emma beamed. "We'll come back to that... but for now, let's teach you about some of the basic stuff you don't seem to know... Let's start with that ball bag of yours... are you sure you don't know what it's really called?"

"No Miss Emma..." I replied somberly. This was mental torture... about to be told all about my own private parts by girls no older than me. How did they know so much? Well yes, of course, they had the big book...

"Well Phillipa, this is your scrotum..." she smiled warmly, before lurching forward with her hand to cup me fully again gently.

"Mmmgghhh..." I gasped.

"The book says it is the little pouch below the male penis containing his testicles... Okay?"

"Y-yes... Miss Emma," I blushed, cursing myself as I remembered the word 'scrotum.'

"And these... little marbles inside," she smirked, gently squeezing my balls a few times, "are your testicles... your balls... okay?"

"Yes Miss, Emma..."

"Well, just like your wormy cock... they're not YOUR balls any more..." Emma said, her smile suddenly replaced with contempt and the grip on my balls tightened quickly.

"Arrrggghhhhh!" I winced... "Stop please!" I begged... "Aggghhhh Miss Emma!"

"Your balls are vulnerable and now belong to us... say it!"

"My... Aaghh... balls are... vulnerable and... and... now, belong... to girls..."

"I could do this to a boy all day long..." Emma beamed, barely relaxing her grip around my scrotum... "Now you know where the phrase 'she's got him by the balls' comes from... Now, do girls rule?" With that question, she squeezed me again quite hard.

"Owwww! Yes Miss Emma... Girls rule..." I gabbled, and felt instant relief when my grinning nemesis let go of my scrotum and looked back at her book and turned the page...

I looked down and saw the close up photograph of the naked boy's flaccid private parts... It seemed to form part of a pair of photographs showing 'Peter's' genitals head on, kind of a before and after. I didn't get chance to look at what the before and after actually was though.

"Do you know what this bit is?" Emma asked, reaching out to point at the tip of my erection.

"It's errm... that's just where the wee comes out..." I offered meekly. "Miss Emma..."

"No dummy... do you know what the skin is called around the end of your willy? And what it's for?"

"I don't know really Miss Emma..." I conceded, kind of ashamed at my lack of knowledge, even about my own body.

"Well..." she began, lurching forward with her hand to grip the very end of the skin covering my still achingly aroused erection. "This is a boy's foreskin... the loose roll of skin covering the end of his willy..." She pinched me a little between her thumb and forefinger, right there on the extremity of my foreskin... and she didn't let go...

"Owwww..." I gasped at the sensation of being handled and pinched there.

"Every boy's foreskin is different... sometimes the skin is quite loose and floppy... a bit like yours... But on some boys, the foreskin is quite tight... and can be quite troublesome and prone to infection... Do you know what circumcision is?"

"No Miss Emma..."

"Well, when a boy's foreskin is too tight, it is difficult for a boy to keep himself clean and it can get unhealthy and easily infected... So, the mother of the boy will arrange for a doctor to circumcise him... to CUT OFF the foreskin and expose the boy's remaining bit of his penis..." She smirked in some sort of victory over me when she observed the look of surprise and then horror at the prospect of part of my private parts being cut away... "Girls circumcise naughty boys too... just for fun..." she giggled, giving my foreskin a tug outward from my erection...

"Nooo! Please don't Miss Emma..." I begged sincerely, quite panicked at the thought of having to have that done... and done by these girls especially. My desperation brought fresh sneers and giggling from both Suzanne and her older sister Caroline, impressed with how Emma was handling me and preying on my naive gullibility.

"All the more reason to be a good little boy then Phillipa," Caroline giggled from her 'throne,' pretending to cut off part of her crooked finger with some imaginary scissors... "Snip, snip!"

The humiliation of being posed naked like I was in front of these three girls was one thing. But to have my private parts discussed so intimately, to have girls showing me how vulnerable they were was escalating my feelings of embarrassment... They were demonstrating almost at every turn that my boyish genitals were nothing more than a collection of weaknesses and imperfections for them, as girls, to make fun of and take control of... Hell, I'd even given them ownership of my cock and balls... It was oh so secretly exciting though... looking back, that's why I never lost my erection. Buried deep inside my freelance adventurer boy's mind, I was enjoying my performance despite the cost.

The girls were so much more advanced than me in their thinking, despite two of them being the same age as me. I guess with Caroline being older and a kind of role model, Emma and Suzanne really had an easy time following her ethos, while I had nobody... But either way, although I would have hated to admit it at the time, they were demonstrating their unquestionable superiorities over me. As the girls passed through some sort of rites of passage with me as their new toy, I was on a personal road trip of discovery and adventure too... determined to get my Millennium Falcon back and stay out of trouble. I just had to obey girls and let them do what they wanted. Increasingly embarrassing, but increasingly thrilling.

"I think it's time to check how clean our newest member is, what do you think girls?" Emma smirked at me, tugging on my foreskin again... The other two girls giggled their agreement, leaving me to ponder just what Emma portended. "We're quite lucky that yours is quite loose... can you tell us Phillipa, when you bath or shower, do you clean your willy properly?"

"I think so Miss Emma..." I replied, flinching each time Emma's finger and thumb pinched my foreskin.

"Do you pull back your foreskin and wash underneath?" God, I was mortified by that question. How could I answer that? Now they were asking about my bathing habits.

"I errrm..." I blustered uncomfortably, feeling my face flush. It's not something I had considered doing, though I remembered my mother cleaning me when I was younger and her having to touch my penis like that, reminding me to clean myself properly in 'that place.'

"Don't lie, because we have a way to tell..." Emma teased, enjoying my loss of words and obvious torment. "Hold still..." With that, Emma took hold of my erection in her left hand and with the forefinger of her right hand circled her fingertip into the loose little funnel made by my foreskin, squirming it under the sheath and into the gap between the tip of my cock and the surrounding roll of skin...

"Mmmggghh... aahhhhh!" I gasped in horror, wanting to pull away from Emma's invading finger. She was fingering me where I would never have imagined it possible for a girl to finger a boy... It was such a peculiar sensation, quite intense and tickly, especially when the pad of her fingertip rubbed over the sensitive top side of the bulb of flesh normally covered by my foreskin... She rubbed several times over it... each time it tingled and tickled more and nearly made my knees buckle. But I held on...
"Mmggghhh!" I protested.

"There we go... good boy..." Emma praised me, withdrawing her finger finally from within my foreskin. I breathed hard several times as I watched what Emma did next. She looked at the damp looking finger tip and held it up to her nose and smelled it. A really deep, long sniff.. I was shocked. "It's a little stinky Phillipa... you can do better..." she said, moving her finger to my face. "Here, you smell it..."

With ashamed, reluctant obedience, I slowly breathed in the scent on her finger... smelling my own stale pee. It wasn't really that strong... I mean, I had taken a bath the previous night and I'd only been for a wee a couple of times since getting up that morning. I knew I wasn't dirty, but the example Emma made of me was enough to humble me into a fresh crimson blush. She made me feel dirty...

Removing her finger from under my nose, she relaxed a little and looked back at her book for a couple of moments.

"Now then... hold still again..." Emma commanded, looking into my eyes and raising her eyebrows as though cautioning me. She took hold of my erection, this time gripping me right over the bulbous tip with her thumb and forefinger. "This is normally easier when a boy's penis isn't stiff like yours is..." As she said that, she began to tug on my foreskin, gently but purposefully retracting it... slowly uncovering the last remaining shred of my modesty...

Oh god, I wanted so badly to push her hand away... or to shut my eyes and block out the feelings of shame and humiliation... A girl was pulling back my foreskin... exposing me even further to the other girls as the bulbous shiny tip of my immature penis became visible...

"Mmmgghhh..." I gasped as I felt the skin stretch to retract over my erection. It was quite uncomfortable to feel it happen in what seemed like such agonising slow motion. But the renewed tingling excitement it brought to my genitals ensured that my erection stiffened still further. And with a kind of sensual 'pop,' my foreskin was fully retracted to nestle in the ridge behind the tip of my cock.

"There... now we've seen everything you've got..." Emma smiled broadly at me as I heard Suzanne take another picture of me... then leaning in to take a second, more close up picture of my bare naked boy sex... foreskin fully back...

The cooler air in the hut teased my newly exposed pinkish-grey helmet as it circulated my fully exposed privates. The most exposed I had ever been. I couldn't stop the muscle at the base of my cock from flexing and the girls noticed it too and giggled at me.

"Now you look more like 'Peter' in this picture..." Emma said smugly, holding up the 'after' picture in her book, clearly showing the boy's genitals with his foreskin fully back like mine. "This here..." she continued quickly, my misery never ending, "is called your glans..." With that, she pointed eagerly to the bulb forming the tip of my penis. "It's real ugly and funny looking isn't it Phillipa?"

"Y-yes Miss Emma..." I replied, shell shocked at the ongoing torment.

"Kind of like a little greyish-pink mushroom at the end of your willy... You must take better care to clean underneath your foreskin, and especially all round your glans... under and over... Make sure you're properly clean next time..."

"Y-yes Miss Emma..." I said, looking down at my cock with shame. It was awful to have a girl tell me I needed to clean myself better around my private parts... I mean, like I said, she made me feel dirty even though I wasn't. 'Next time?' I thought fearfully.

"The book says that boys are very sensitive there... on their little mushroom! And that it's a boy's equivalent of a very special area of a girl's private parts... But you don't know anything about girls yet, do you?" she teased with an air of known superiority.

"No Miss Emma..." I lamented at my ignorance.

"But we know all about you..." she grinned, moving back into her original place on her cushion.

"And that's how it is, when girls rule..." Caroline beamed in victory as she stared at the full extent of my submissive pose and my fully displayed, immature boy genitals...
"That position you are in now, with your cock skinned back like that is known as the 'display' position. If a girl commands you to 'display,' then you will 'sit' first and then 'display' as you are right now... is that clear?"

"Y-yes Miss Caroline," I said quietly, unable to imagine the prospect of me coming back here any time soon... But if I did, I secretly hoped that I could remember all of this crucial survival information...

"Good boy... So now we've taught you all about the interesting parts of your body and about your state of cleanliness..." she continued to barely stifled giggles from the two other girls, "it's nearly time for you to be sworn in as a member of our club... Isn't that exciting Phillipa?"

"Yes Miss Caroline..." I replied, looking up at her sat on her 'throne.'

"There's just one more task for you and then we're done... Then we'll all be good friends..." she smiled wickedly. "Okay... you're a boy with a wriggly little worm between your legs... no doubt tingling as much as it looks stiff right now yes?"

"Yes Miss Caroline..."

"So... when it tingles and you're all hot and excited... what do you do?"

"I don't... errrm... I don't know what you mean Miss Caroline..." I replied honestly.

"What? Come on... you're a boy..." Caroline scoffed with disbelief at my apparent innocence and inexperience. "Don't you ever touch it... or play with it?"

"N-no Miss, Caroline..." I replied. "Why would I do that?"

"Oh god! You're priceless Phillipa... absolutely priceless..." Caroline sniggered to the accompaniment of Emma and Suzanne too. "Have you never heard of masturbation? You know... wanking?"

"No Miss Caroline," I blushed, lying a little. I had heard the word 'wank' and 'wanker' before in playground talk at my old school, but I had no idea what it meant then. Crikey folks, I was eleven years old and a Star Wars fanatic, I didn't have time for that in any case... "I think I have heard older boys call each other 'wanker' like you called me earlier... but I don't know what it means..."

"Okay, okay..." Caroline giggled. "So, how do you think a man makes a baby with a woman?"

"Well, he puts his penis inside her... vagina..."

"Yes, yes... but what do you think happens to make the woman pregnant?" Caroline asked with glee, amazed at my total lack of knowledge. I was losing my erection now too, in a bit of a confused panic.

"I don't know... really I don't... Miss Caroline," I protested softly. "I know that some sort of seed has to be put in there... I dunno... maybe the man wees a little inside her?" This set all three girls off into a raucous round of laughter at my expense. Probably the cruelest laughter so far of the day.

"Well kind of..." Caroline finally said after getting her laughter under control. "Boys make sperm in their balls... Then when the girl lets him put his penis in her vagina, the boy shoots sperm from his penis into her vagina and bingo... the girl can get pregnant... God, you're so far behind, I thought all boys would know that!"

"So, can you shoot?" Suzanne asked curiously.

"I don't have a gun... Miss Suzanne," I replied naively.

"Ha ha!" she chuckled at my response. "No silly... apart from WEE, have you been able to shoot anything from your willy? Are your balls making sperm yet?"

"I don't know... Miss Suzanne, really..." I offered weakly, feeling really stupid, my penis having fully drooped to a flaccid, harmless looking piece of hairlessness.

"Okay, well if you don't play with yourself, do you have any naughty dreams?" Caroline pressed on.

"Naughty dreams?"

"You know, where you wake up after dreaming about naked girls or something and you're all wet between the legs and you think you've wet the bed?"

"No Miss Caroline, I don't think so... I only really dream about Star Wars and playing football with my friends..."

"Okay, okay... here's what we'll do... To make you officially part of our club, you either have to play with yourself... you know... wank... or I will show you how..." Caroline said, looking directly at me to tell me exactly what the options were. Obviously, going home, even bare naked wasn't an option just yet.

"I... I don't know what to do!" I stammered, my excitement crushed and my embarrassment piqued. "I wouldn't kn..."

"Okay, we get the picture dummy..." Caroline sneered. "Girls have to do everything! First we need to get you in position. Sit your bottom down on your cushion..."

"Oh look, he's gone soft and floppy..." giggled Suzanne.

"Not for long," Caroline replied, helping me sit down properly on the cushion. That was kind of a welcome relief, albeit brief. "Keep your bottom on the cushion, then lay back... that's it, back on the floor like that... Now part your knees... that's it, bend them, and move your feet so that the bottom of each foot is touching the other... good... now put your hands above your head... just like the 'sit' position... good boy..."
I moved my legs, feet and hands into the required position with a little help from my older mistress.

"Now this position, is called 'playtime.' When a girl wants to play with you and instructs you, this is the position you will adopt... Is that clear?"

"Yes... Miss Caroline... please don't hurt me," I begged quietly with worry. I didn't know what 'playing' meant, having never done it myself before then. And of course, I couldn't be sure that what the girls did to me wouldn't involve some sort of 'surprise pain' to make their point. I knew enough though, that they would look to demonstrate another weakness of boys to me if they could.

"I'm not going to hurt you dummy... What I'm going to show you... you'll always remember, and thank me... A bit like a welcome gift... Now hold still and watch as best you can... because next time, you'll be doing it..."

Caroline moved her hand to my groin and began to rub her palm gently over my hairless pubis... then slowly downward until she was rubbing over the bald little stalk of my flaccid penis... My foreskin had snuck back into place and once more covered my glans... I could feel the still new and pleasurable tingles as Caroline touched me, rubbing her girlish fingers in circles all over my privates... Some stupid image popped up in my mind of a snake charmer... no prizes for guessing what the snake was, and who the charmer was... But I imagined Caroline dressed as a stereotypical Indian snake charmer... Not pretty... a little chubby, but charming.

"It's exciting to know that I'll be the first girl to do this to you too... even before you've ever done it for yourself..." Caroline teased with a quiet air of superiority... it was quite a soothing voice. "Tell us who rules Phillipa... girls or boys?"

"Ohhh... Mmmm..." I sighed as I felt Caroline's fingers spread out around my stiffening young penis and down further to tickle over my furrowed little sac... gently massaging my inexperienced little testicles inside. "Miss Caroline... please... I feel funny..." I began to move my feet and try to press my knees together to stop her touching me... I couldn't handle the thought of what she was doing... or what she was saying and all with me laying on my back in some gymnastic position while I 'let her' do it...

"No Phillipa... get back into position and let me do it... You'll like it... I promise," she said, pushing my knees apart and moving my feet back into position. "You've got this far... you want to join us now don't you? You want this, don't you?"

"Oh gosh..." I breathed deeply as Caroline gently squeezed my testicles and refocused her attention on my fully stiffened penis. The quickness of how my erection re-formed surprised me. "Yes... Miss Caroline..."

When I said that, she gripped my hairless erection more firmly between her thumb and forefinger, just below my glans... and she tugged up and down slowly... The sensation of having a girl doing that to me was quite indescribable really... Such exciting pleasure I had never known before was building rapidly as she wanked me.

'Oh god... I'm a boy and she's a girl... she's touching me... It shouldn't be happening... they made me strip naked... the girls laughed at me... their nudie boy... Make her stop... Oh god... they don't really like boys... But it tingles so much... girls are in charge of me... Caroline is in charge of me... it shouldn't be okay... but it feels... nice... don't let this ever stop...' I thought... my mind scrambled with erotic inexperience and the awkward birth of my sexual awakening.

"Good boy... you're being such a good boy..." she cooed softly, aware of my softening resolve... aware that my total compliance and her victory was almost assured.

"Make him say it!" I heard to my right... With the click of her camera, Suzanne excitedly encouraged her older sister while she watched me being masturbated. Quite an intensely erotic moment to show in a photograph on reflection...

I was so wrapped up, dreamily watching and experiencing what Caroline was doing to my penis that I didn't know until much later in the summer that all three girls had been secretly touching themselves during my 'induction.' But I was eleven years old, an only child who only socialised with boys, and it was 1986... so I had no idea what girls looked like between the legs, or what they could do with their own privates, such was the prevailing mystery of the female sex to me. In fact, they had secretly touched themselves a little bit under the table when they had watched me being spanked the day before.

"You'll always remember me doing this to you Phillipa... a girl wanking your naughty little dickie... such a nice memory for you... and an important lesson..." Caroline said, briefly pausing her masturbation of me to gauge my reaction...

"Mmmmm... Miss Caroline," I breathed deeply, subconsciously moving my hips up and down as though imploring her to continue, even though my conscious mind was warning me to run away. I was lost in the feelings... the hidden promise of a 'welcome gift' outweighing the terribly humiliating and fascinatingly real 'boy-trap' I had fallen into... I heard her chuckle, obviously noticing the tell tale signal to her made by my boyish hips.

"You'll always remember how Caroline Forbes-Marsh showed you how to play with your wriggly little willy hmmm?" she soothed, gently pinching the concealed glans of my penis three times... The muscle at the base of my cock jerked in helpless automated response... I didn't really need to answer her... my inexperienced pre-pubescent body was doing that for me.

"Ohhh... Ohhhh... yesss... Miss Caroline..." I sighed, feeling her girlish finger and thumb re-grasp my preteen penis and restart the growing pleasure of masturbation... the enforced masturbation of a boy, by a girl...

"You'll always remember the day that you stripped naked in front of girls for the first time... and let them inspect and touch you... exploring your boy things... hmmm? It was so unfair and embarrassing wasn't it?"

"Yesss... Miss Caroline..." I sighed again, swallowing hard as I watched her conquer my genitals with her masturbatory action. I was in awe at the feelings she was able to give me... right there in my immature little root. I was under some sort of spell it seemed... I should have been fighting her off and running for cover... back to the sanctuary of my bedroom spaceport... A place where I could rally my Rebel Fleet and plot a counter strike... to liberate all the enslaved naked boys held captive and being 'played with' by The Girl's Empire... Most importantly, to liberate my beloved Millennium Falcon from female rule... But I couldn't leave... not now... not when it tingled like this... radiating pleasure... such exciting pleasure...

For the most fleeting moment (honest), I imagined myself dressed as a slave girl... like Princess Leia somehow suffering at the tawdry whim of Jabba The Hutt on Tatooine in Return Of The Jedi... Only I was really a boy... dressed as a girl and being 'tortured' by a female Hutt... 'Caroline The Hutt...'

But I quickly corrected myself... Caroline was chubby... not fat... However, my brief daydream still held me captive in Jabba's Palace... just that I was now being played with by a laughing Twi'lek girl called 'Caroline,' in a room full of other smirking young alien girls... all cheering her on... and taking photos... That would become an early nerdish sexual fantasy of mine after that...

"But," Caroline spoke again in that 'dreamy' soft, superior tone, "it was so exciting to confess that girls are better hmmm? It feels exciting for a boy to admit that girls are better, when she's playing with him like this hmmm?"

"Oh yesss... Miss Caroline... I've never..." I gasped. "Never felt anything... like..."

"Shhhh... I know Phillipa... you're doing so well..." Caroline soothed, continuing to tug up and down, back and forth along my buoyant, boyish, tingly penis. "Tell us Phillipa... who rules? Girls... or boys?"

"Mmmmm... girls... Miss Caroline... Girls rule..."

"Forever?"

"Ohhhh... forever Miss Caroline... girls rule forever..." I whimpered, ashamed of myself for giving in and betraying my gender yet again... humiliated by the words and everything the girls had done to me... But unable to hide the exciting new feelings I was experiencing... Just letting the girls win somehow felt so good. It felt like some kind of destiny... Was I turning to the dark side of the force? Maybe giving in to and obeying girls wasn't the dark side I had earlier feared...

"Good boy... Welcome to the Langton Magna Girls Club," Caroline said proudly. With that, she gripped my penis a little more tightly, and tugged my foreskin fully back behind my glans with another 'pop.' Then with her whole hand wrapped around my tingly young cock, she gripped me firmly and quickened her pace...

In a matter of seconds, my sexual awakening truly dawned...

"Oh god... stop... I need to wee real bad..." I panicked and tried to get up...

"Quick, hold him! He's about to show us whether he's a big boy..." Caroline grinned, instructing her two accomplices while she continued to pump up and down on my enraged erection. She wasn't going to stop now... and secretly, I guess I wanted to see how big this ride was... I immediately felt two other sets of girl's hands touch my body... Emma held my ankles in place, while Suzanne moved quickly to hold my shoulders... All three girls were focused on me... staring right at my cock... one final humiliating revelation...

"Stop... I don't want to pee..." I flustered. "Arrrggghhhhh... oh... ohhhhh.... STOP IT, please! Ohhh nooo! Ohhh, ohhh..." To the sound of girls giggling, the feeling of two girls holding me to the floor, and one other masturbating my penis, I felt something so electrically charged with naughty, erotic ticklishness, quite like nothing I had ever felt before...

From the very glans of my penis, it tingled and tickled so much... spreading like lightning along my erection, up to my brain and down to throb repeatedly through my whole crotch... My body was screaming 'JACKPOT...' If this was a cartoon, there would be dollar signs flashing in the crazed windows of my eyes...

<$$$> <$$$>

"Ohhh, please stop!" I begged, as my new humiliation was played out right in front of the three girls. I was unable to stop my hips jumping and jerking up off the cushion repeatedly as spasm after spasm coursed through my cock... Such a delightful new feeling revealed to me... but such humiliating circumstances... "Noooo! STOP... Stop, please..." I begged desperately, as my hips jerked and I finally felt Caroline's hand release its hold of my writhing erection..

I was breathing so hard, trying to control what was happening to my body. But it is difficult when a girl is holding your ankles to the floor and another is holding your shoulders down...

"Ohhhhhh god!" I sighed, trying to tame my ragged breathing. I couldn't express in speakable words quite what I had felt.

"Did you see anything come out?" I heard Caroline say through my confused stupor.

"Nope!" Emma and Suzanne giggled...

"He can't shoot yet... that was a dry cum!" Suzanne added mischievously. "He's still a little boy after all!"

"Awww, that looked so sweet Phillipa," Caroline soothed, stroking the back of her hand over my crimson cheek.

"Wh-what was that?" I said breathlessly, my chest heaving in an attempt to recover and noticing my rapidly wilting penis. "I... I... what was it? I thought I was going to wet myself... I told you to stop... I... I didn't want to wet myself!" I thought I was going to cry such was the total loss of control I had felt and experienced. A girl had done something to my body... my willy... my boy thing... and she wouldn't stop... She wouldn't stop even when I begged her and thought I was going to urinate. And when 'IT' started, I couldn't stop it... I had no control over it... and she had full control of me. It was scary... and secretly exciting.

"Shhhh... it's okay now... that was my little gift to you for being such a good boy." With that, Caroline leaned down and kissed my mouth... just a girlish peck right there on my lips... "You just had your very first kiss... and what you felt was your very first orgasm..."

"You mean organism?" I asked curiously thinking that Caroline had misspoken. "I thought organisms were animals..."

"No dummy..." she giggled, stroking my cheek again. "An or-gasm is what you just felt. When it got all nice feeling and you couldn't stop your hips from jumping up off the cushion... That feeling is called an orgasm. But it's also called 'cumming.'"

"Oh..." I said pensively. "It was... so..."

"Powerful? I know..." she smiled. "It's the best feeling in the world..."

"But how do you know?" I asked dumbly... "How do you know how that felt?"

"Because girls can cum too silly! God you've got so much to learn about the world Phillipa... and it seems you're still just a little boy in more ways than one... Your balls aren't making sperm yet..."

"H-how could you tell?" I asked, my cheeks burning a little at being described as a little boy.

"Well your orgasm was dry... nothing came out of your cock when it happened. Boys who are going through puberty... you do know about puberty don't you?"

"Errrm... A little... I think... I'll grow hair down there and..."

"Suzanne, make a note to explain puberty fully to Phillipa next time... about boys AND girls..." Caroline smirked at her sister, which the younger girl eagerly did. "If you were a 'big boy' and going through puberty, you would be able to shoot sperm from your cock... spurt after spurt of it... but that only happens when you have an orgasm..."

"And now we know you can't shoot!" Emma teased with a precocious and smug grin of satisfaction. I blushed at her remark, her words made me ashamed that my body couldn't shoot when I orgasmed. I guess she had a real knack for making me know my place. "At least it means you can't make a nasty mess when you cum!"

"And now I've shown you what to do to give you that nice feeling Phillipa, every time you cum from now on, you will always remember that it was a girl... it was me, who did it to you first..." Caroline reminded me with a bright gleeful smile.

"I don't know what to say..." I replied, my head bowed... In the come-down from that sexually exciting and newly discovered 'buzz,' I was becoming more self conscious about what had actually happened to me. I guess realism set in again and I experienced a lot of inner turmoil about my current state of undress in particular.

"Well, maybe a thank you to Caroline for accepting you into the club and making you feel nice would be a start!" Emma teased.

"Ermm... thank you Caroline..." I replied sheepishly, for a moment forgetting my manners.

"Hey, don't forget to address girls properly, with their correct title!" Emma mocked.

"Thank you Miss Caroline... sorry..."

"We'll help you feel like that again and again now you're a member of the club Phillipa..." Caroline smiled warmly... the most friendly looking she had been all day.

"A JUNIOR member..." Suzanne interrupted, keenly pointing out my lower status on account of my inferior gender. "You're still a boy after all and BOYS aren't as good as girls..."

"My sister's right... as a boy member, you must accept our rules, and the code... and you must henceforth be known in 'club time' as Phillipa..."

"But... can't I be Phillip? Please?"

"No exceptions... you can't be in a girl's club with a boy's name..."

"Yeah Phillipa," Suzanne added again. "Be grateful we don't get a carving knife and cut off your little wriggly mouse-tail and make you a full girl member!"

"Oh god!! Okay, okay..." I relented quickly, eager to change the subject. "Wh-what happens now? Can I get dressed?"

"Not just yet... but you can stand up..." Caroline smiled gesturing with her hand for me to get a move on. "In the 'welcome' position... Suzanne, please get Phillipa a copy of our code..." With that, as I stood up next to my cushion and placed my hands down at my sides compliantly on display again for all to see, Suzanne moved over to the wooden toy chest and retrieved what appeared to be a small card... kind of like a 'Community Chest' card from a Monopoly set, only this one was a blue card.

"Read this... out loud," Suzanne instructed smugly...

I took hold of the card and looked... and began to read...

"Girls Club Code For Boy Members..." I began brightly... "Errm... that's all it says on the card..."

"Turn it over you idiot!" Suzanne mocked, gesticulating passionately with her hands in frustration, eliciting giggles from the other two girls.

"Oh..." I blushed, feeling quite stupid at my silly mistake and then turned the card over. "Girls are in charge, boys are not... Boys are slaves, girls are not... Girls rule forever... and boys obey..." I paused, feeling bashful at what I was having to read out loud while the girls watched. "Because girls are better in every way..."

"Nice and easy to remember isn't it?" Suzanne smirked at my embarrassed reaction to the code... "Even for a boy..."

"Oh my god..." I said somberly, looking again through the words on the card.

"When I call the club meeting to start," Caroline explained calmly, "the girls will recite the Girls Club Code... then, you will recite the Girls Club Code For Boy Members... understand?"

"Yes Miss Caroline..." I replied meekly.

"And, at any other time that a girl commands you to recite your new code... you will do as she says and say it nice and loud and clear..." Suzanne added smartly, like a tattle-tale-know-it-all. "I love it when a boy confesses who's better to a girl! I could listen to a boy say it over and over all day long... especially when I'm staring at his bare naked willy too!"

"You can keep that card Phillipa," Caroline advised, "and we'll be sure to put the code up on the wall ready for next time in case you forget... Now, Emma it's your land... has Phillipa earned your permission to play and explore in the woods?" I looked across to Emma, seeing that she had sat back down on her cushion Indian style.

"Will you really do as we say Phillipa?" Emma asked slowly, looking at me earnestly in the eyes, checking out my sincerity... and for any sign of dwindling resistance.

"I errrm... yes, I will..." I stammered. Seeing Emma raise an expectant eyebrow at me, I quickly added, "Miss Emma..."

"Hmmmm... I want you to prove it..." she smiled wickedly. "Come here and kneel in front of me..."

I swallowed hard and moved to my left, getting down quickly on one knee, like a Knight in front of his Queen... "Good boy... now kiss my hand... ask me nicely to let you play in the woods and then promise to obey all the girls..." With that she offered me her right hand...

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath...

"Please... Miss Emma..." I said quickly, planting my lips to the back of her hand... gently kissing her... "Please may I play in the woods?" Again I kissed her hand. I heard Suzanne's camera shutter capture another humiliating image of me... "I promise... to..." Another kiss... "I promise to obey all the girls... I will o..."

"Okay, okay..." Emma giggled at my total compliance. "Stand up and face Caroline..." I complied straight away, noticing Emma nod at the club leader...

"Langton Magna Girls Club will allow you to play your dumb games with your Star Wars dolls any time you want in the woods... But if we catch you snooping on our club house when you're not invited, you will be punished... Some meetings really are for GIRLS ONLY... If we call for you to come here or anywhere else... then unless you are dying, you had better show up... okay?"

"Yes... Miss Caroline..."

"Good boy... now...you may get dressed and go..."

I eagerly began to pick up my clothes from around the hut, before Caroline stopped me again...

"Leave your underpants..." she commanded suddenly.

"Wh-what?" I asked... "What do you mean Miss Caroline?"

"Well, they're dirty... you've had them on for two days! Leave them here... That's your punishment for the dirtiness that Emma discovered earlier... It will remind you to be spotlessly clean next time you come to play..."

"But..." I began, and then saw it was useless to protest. Caroline had folded her arms across her tummy as if challenging me to defy her. I knew she was stronger than me and that I would end up leaving without my underpants if that was what she decided. At least I was allowed to put on my other clothes. I wouldn't have to go home bare naked.

When I was dressed, I moved over to the garden chair 'throne' where Caroline sat and bent down to pick up my Millennium Falcon...

"That stays here too..." Caroline said sternly, grabbing my arm to stop me from picking up my space ship.

"Oh please... it's my favourite..." I pleaded more insistently this time. It was the whole reason I wanted to explore the woods...

"No... it stays here... it's our club and it's our turn to play with it..."

"But that's not fair! You might break it... You don't even like Star Wars... Please Miss Caroline!"

"You're a boy in a girl's club... of course it's not fair!" Caroline sneered icily. "But that's how it is... Your space ship stays here... I mean come on... this space ship is just a plastic toy... You have a club code to learn, and of course, being a boy, you've just discovered what to do with that other wriggly little toy between your legs... I'm sure that you'll want to practice with that again and again..." At that, both Emma an Suzanne giggled raucously.

"Club business involving you starts at eleven thirty tomorrow morning..." Caroline continued, ignoring my obvious embarrassment. "Consider that as the incentive for you to turn up... and if you're a good boy, you'll get the chance to win it back..." I looked at her pleadingly one last time, wanting to cry again. "Now get out... there's GIRL business to discuss..."

With a somber heart at losing the Falcon to the jurisdiction of the Girl's Club, I scurried out of the hut to the sound of fading girlish giggles. I ran and ran as fast as I could back through the woods in what I hoped was the right direction. Fortunately it was and after a couple of minutes, I was running back down the lane towards my home... I didn't look back behind me... I daren't... it felt like I was being chased by giggles... young, cruel, female giggles. It was the fastest I had ever run.

Fumbling under the mat at the back door, I let myself inside home... locking the door shakily and running to the sanctuary base that was my bedroom. In seconds I shucked off my trainers... skinned off my socks... stripped off my khaki shorts and my t-shirt and jumped onto my bed... fully nude again... my heart beating ten to the dozen...

I sat Indian style, leaning back against my headboard, soft golden late-afternoon sunlight percolating through my bedroom window, the shaft of light displaying the film of dancing dust particles floating in the air as a result of my eager, aggressive striptease... With my breath still ragged from my run home, and from my childish excitement, I looked down pensively at my hairless genitals... Blushing, I found that I didn't even have to touch them... My penis was stiffening on it's own... like a snake being charmed... My body somehow knew how excited I was and what I was going to do... It just knew...

"Oh god..." I gasped to myself. "What just happened? Oh shit! What have I done? How could I let it... let them... oh gosh..." I reached my hand down to my once more tingling and fully stiff young penis... Cautiously at first, I copied what 'Miss Caroline' had done with my alert penis... just to see... just to experiment and discover if I really could give myself 'that' feeling in my private parts... Or whether it was some kind of cruel magic trick that girls did to boys to make them tingle and lose control of their bodies... to make them weak...

I was masturbating myself for the first time... ashamed to be following in the footsteps of a girl who had been the one to show me how a boy was supposed to do it. A girl who had shown me how vulnerable to pain that my male private parts were... but also how with the right attention, they could bring so much pleasure... I tugged and jerked slowly and quickly and slowly again, learning a technique that was comfortable, and would get the job done...

I used my free hand to tickle all over my wrinkly little ball sac and gently squeeze my testicles... Oh how my boyish genitals tingled and tickled as I felt the excitement building inside me again... Caroline was right... about a great many things... It felt nice... very nice... but then;

'You'll always remember Miss Caroline doing this to you...' my mind taunted me, recounting the shameful memories from my experiences in the hut. 'It was a girl who played with your willy first... a girl who first wanked you... You'll always remember your first time naked in front of girls... They made you strip naked for them... You took off all your clothes because girls told you to... and you liked it... didn't you? You secretly wanted the girls to see you all nudie... and touch you... you want them to like you... ADMIT IT!'

"Ohhh... Yes, okay!! Agggghhhh... mmmm... Phillipa the nudie boy..." I gasped and sighed as my finger and thumb stroked back and forth along my hairless and rigid young erection... stimulating me more and more. "You stripped naked in front of three girls... three girls saw your willy... and touched you... all over your bare naked willy..." I said out loud, closing my eyes as I continued to masturbate... "They even pulled back the skin of your dickie... Emma smelled you... dirty little boy..."

I didn't realise it then of course, but I was fantasising... recalling all the significant things I had experienced... the humiliating things... the thrilling things... Trying to make something good come from it... through masturbatory fantasy.

"They laughed at your willy... Mmmmggghhh... boys obey girls... because girls are better than boys! Noooo! STOP! It's not true... Oh god... ohhh... Oohhhgghh... Nooooo!" In horror at what I caught myself saying, I felt my climax take hold of me... My legs unfurled and stretched down along my bed... my toes spread wide and then curled back tightly under the end of each foot as I felt the orgasm grab me... making me let go of my bobbing little erection...

"Girls are better than boys!" I sobbed, tears cresting my cheeks as my penis throbbed and pulsed through the sexually ecstatic crisis of orgasm... another immature, dry cum... It felt so good... and almost natural to be saying those words while my genitals felt so much delicious pleasure...

My hips jiggled and jerked like before as I felt the uncontrolled spasms and gyrations of sexual climax for only the second time in my life... "Girls are better than boys!" I whimpered tearfully for the third time, gripping my testicles and squeezing them... I was punishing myself for betraying all the boys around the world who would have done better than me... and who wouldn't have let the girls win... I wanted to deny everything that happened to me... every treasonous thing I had said... I felt ashamed to be a boy as my penis spasmed time after time... It wasn't right that girls could do this to a boy... It wasn't in the script of life. I was a boy... supposedly an alpha male...

Finally, the spasms and throbbing sensations receded, replaced with a warming glow inside my whole body. I felt thoroughly weakened and serene as I came down from my sexual climax... I leaned my head back on the headboard and let my breathing come back under control, wiping tears from my eyes. It had felt good to be able to make myself cum like that... The shame of it being 'dry' was not really a shame at all, just a cruel seed that the girls had planted in my mind to keep me under their spell of female supremacy. I would later learn that dry orgasms were the best of my life... before the messy ones began...

Despite the pleasure I had given myself, and the relief that I felt being able to really do 'that thing' for myself, I wrestled with the paradox I couldn't shake off. Almost like I hated myself for what the girls had done to me earlier... what they had said and done, and what they made me do. I tried to rationalise where I went wrong... what should I have done differently... was it even possible to stop it happening at all?

'One way or another we're going to see you naked...' I remembered a girl saying to me, my mind fogged in humiliating memories. 'There was no chance of escaping this, was there? I'm the only boy... they were always going to find a way... to trap me...'

I was angry at myself for being excited about what had occurred too... the little pieces of my immature body - most of them no longer private - and my brain that seemed to enjoy what happened. I couldn't understand why a boy would be excited about it... and actually enjoy what they did... what they made me do and say... I couldn't even begin to understand why saying, or even just thinking about the phrase 'girls are better than boys' made my tummy feel giddy, and make my genitals feel funny... kind of weak and then tingly and then stiff... Being forced to say it by girls, and admit it freely to them became another early sexual fantasy of mine... okay, it's still a powerful fantasy for me, even now...

My confusion demanded answers... and not knowing how to answer my insecurities or questions, my mind returned to anger... a frustrating cycle needing some kind of relief to break free... I was struggling to find what that actual 'relief' really looked and felt like... It was more than just another orgasm...

I now know that the relief I sought was actually just accepting what I couldn't change... What had happened couldn't be erased. I just needed to find a way to accept it and move on along what was a kind of 'bereavement curve...' you can Google that... It is a variety of things that constituted this 'bereavement' - not a single item or moment. The divorce, the village hall spanking... being blackmailed into stripping naked in front of girls... the teasing bullying by girls... being masturbated by girls... losing the whole battle of the sexes to girls... But of course, back then, I was only eleven... a mere puppy... and at that moment, an angry one...

With that anger, I wanted to make myself feel good again... I leaned over from my bed to pick up my shorts, retrieving the little blue card inside... The Girl's Club Code For Boy Members. I threw the shorts back down to the floor and placed the card down on the bed in front of me...

"Sit..." I said to myself quietly. "Yes Miss Caroline," I replied to myself. And then, yep I'll admit it, I kneeled up on the top of my bed in the position I had been posed in earlier in the day... knees apart and my ankles intertwined behind me with my hands on my head... Looking down, I made myself blush... my penis was pointing straight out... saying 'hello' and 'ready to go' again... "Go... little boy... do it!"

Obeying my own command, I began to masturbate again, this time reciting the code I had been given to practice...

"Girls are in charge, boys are not...
Boys are slaves, girls are not...
Girls rule forever... and boys obey...
Because girls are better, in every way..." I chanted... once, twice, three times before I closed my eyes and recited it successfully without need to refer to the card...

"Girls are in charge, boys are not...
Boys are slaves, girls are not...
Girls rule forever... and boys obey...
Because girls are better, in every way..."

This time I even pulled back my foreskin and gripped my erection with my full hand... back and forth... jerking... tugging... wanking...

"Ohhh... god! Mmmmghhhh... Yes Miss Emma... I'll obey you..." I gasped, gently squeezing my testicles and quickening my pace... "I'll obey all girls..."

"And why is that fly-boy?" I replied, trying to sound like Emma, but sounding more like my Star Wars Princess, Leia...

"Because... because... Ohhhh... ohhh... yes... you're my Princess..." I gasped and breathed harder, my third climax about to burst... My body tensed, and my hips began to thrust back and forward nearly making me lose balance and topple from my bed. "And because girls are better than boys... Ohhhh... Nnggghh... girls... ohhhhh... better..." I clenched my buttocks... I curled my toes tightly... and the pulses of orgasm surged right through my body... from glans to forehead and back down to my testicles. 'JACKPOT...' my body fizzed. $$$ $$$

I had achieved my third dry orgasm in little more than an hour. The latter two within a few minutes of each other... I collapsed into a helpless heap on my bed and sobbed... wondering where this was all going to take me... feeling like a failure... and a dirty little pervert.

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The noise outside my bedroom door startled me... I held still, rigid as my body gradually came back under my control... apart from my sniffling that is. It was an old building, being a cottage and I hoped that the sound was just the cottage timbers breathing in the warm summer air, maybe beginning to cool.

To my horror, I heard quiet footsteps creeping away from outside my bedroom... a quiet, muffled female chuckle accompanied the footsteps...

"Mum?" I called out weakly... too quiet for anyone to actually hear. I curled into a tight fetal ball... my 'safe space' so much diminished in size... And I cried...

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Phillip White will return in The Village Part 2 - Tests...

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