The Village 2

By TCP

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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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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The second chapter of Phillip's story... His adventure as an eleven year old boy in the small village of Langton Magna... A curious location... Phillip is the only boy in the village... and now a 'junior' member of the village Girls' Club.

Or, in a galaxy far, far away, Han Solo has been captured by the Evil Girls' Empire... Luke Skywalker and R2 make a desperate attempt to rescue their old friend... and where does this leave the Princess?

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.

Natasha Billington - 12 years old.
Anita Billington - 10 years old.

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

Chapter Two - Tests...

I cried silently on my bed, still fully naked as I went over and over my shaming at the Girls' Club hut... how the girls had tricked me... what they had made me do... what they had made me say and how it all made me feel... There was just no way my eleven year old mind could process all of the memories and the conflicting feelings of humiliation, weakness and arousal that went with them...

My shame had continued back home, there on my bed, as I brought myself to two powerfully erotic dry orgasms trying to make something 'good' come from the bad things circling my mind... And then there was the creaky floorboard outside my bedroom... Someone had been listening to me... to everything I had said... As my thoughts raced and my boyhood showed no sign of wanting to stay flaccid, I finally slipped into a light sleep... a nap...

I dreamed briefly... fitfully... three girls teasing me... laughing and pointing at my naked body... staring at my private parts... Caroline, Suzanne and Emma... all giggling and touching me... playing with me like I was nothing more than their boy shaped toy... and all the while chanting at me about which gender was better. It was like one of those nightmares where no matter how hard you try to run or try to get away, it's just impossible to move or even wriggle free...

"Phillip! Dinner!" a voice called from far off in the cottage... Muffled, but loud enough to awaken me from my nap... it was my mum... "Come on... it's on the table... don't make me come and get you..."

Startled awake, my mind panicked at the thought of my mum coming into my room and finding me fully naked on my bed and dragging me through the cottage to sit at the dinner table... I scampered off my bed and hurriedly pulled on my khaki shorts and t-shirt...

"Coming..." I called out, before making my way to the kitchen and sitting down at the dinner table... It was sausages, buried in creamy mashed potatoes laced with garden peas... All served with nice, thick gravy... Mum had cooked one of my favourite meals.

"There you are... come on or it will get cold," Mum said playfully, sitting down at the kitchen table opposite me, and sprinkling cracked black pepper over her dinner. My mind was still distant, wrestling with what I had experienced with the girls... and still unsure who it was that might have listened to me outside my door. So, I sat silently as I began to eat my dinner.

My mum knew that something was wrong... I was normally so chatty and able to discuss in fine detail what I had been doing either at school or during my adventures while she looked back at me proudly. But tonight... well, as you can imagine, I really didn't want to talk about much at all... much less admit to her that I had 'let' three girls trick me into taking off all my clothes... and much, much more.

"You're quiet this evening Phillip... everything okay?" mum finally asked, making good progress with her mashed potatoes...

"Uh-huh..." I shrugged, unable to look my mum in the eye. Instead, I forked a piece of sausage through the gravy on my plate and then into my mouth.

"So what have you been doing all day hmmm? Did you go on an adventure? You were out pretty early..." mum asked.

"I did some exploring... in the woods..." I replied cautiously.

"Oh? That sounds like fun... and what did you do?"

"I was just playing with some of my Star Wars stuff... minding my own business..."

"And did you make any new friends today?" mum asked coyly. The way she asked the question made it sound so rhetorical... and as though she dared me to lie to her. I nearly spat out what I had in my mouth, briefly looking up from my plate and seeing a kind of playful expression on her face. Did she know?

"I guess so..." I replied sheepishly and swallowing hard.

"Is everything okay, I mean really okay? You know you can talk to me about anything don't you?"

"Y-yes mum... I know..." I began, before faltering into silence again.

"I know it's hard for you right now, being new and the not having any new friends around..."

"You mean, being the only boy in the village?"

"Awww, don't say it like that sweetheart... it's not the end of the world if you have to make friends with girls, and play together with them is it?"

I sighed ironically at that... I mean... today sure felt like the end of the world a lot of the time. I really wanted to tell her... to tell her everything like a son should be able to. But, it was just so silly and embarrassing... I just couldn't tell her what happened, I would have been so ashamed... even though my mum would have been able help me... to make it stop before it got any worse...

"I guess not..." I finally said meekly.

"Good boy..." mum beamed. "You'll be fine here... I just know it... you're really quite lucky in some ways you know... so many girls to get to know... If you're a good boy, you'll have no shortage of girlfriends eager for your affections... just you wait!"

"Mum!" I protested and blushed. That just made her chuckle at me.

"Awww, you're so cute when you get all shy and embarrassed like that... those dimples!"

"Stop it!" I fussed, shifting uneasily on my seat.

"Okay, okay..." she smirked. "You know, I think those woods are actually private property... do you want me to ask Nikki about it? You know... so you have proper permission for you to be in there? I know you're a sensible boy and wouldn't..."

"It's fine mum..." I interrupted her quickly. "Emma said it was okay..."

"Oh that's good... I'm glad you and Emma are getting along... she's a lovely girl isn't she?"

"Mum!" I protested again.

"I'm sure that if you treat her like a princess... then she could quite easily fall for a... fly boy like you..."

I threw my cutlery down onto my plate, my stomach threatening to remind me quickly of what I had just had for dinner. Blushing scarlet, I ran from the kitchen to my room... a familiar sounding giggle invading my ears as I made my escape to safety.

With my breath racing, I sat for a few moments on my bed... The words 'princess' and 'fly boy' that my mother had said confirmed to me that she had been listening at my door when I was masturbating earlier... It was too much of a coincidence... She had obviously heard me saying and admitting all those things... while I felt all those strange, embarrassing and exciting things... It had been her foot that had creaked the floorboard on the landing... her quiet giggling as she walked away... She knew... or at least knew something... But I was too scared and ashamed to talk with her about it. Too embarrassed or proud to ask her for help... or even seek advice.

I needed another boy to confide in... or maybe my dad. But then again... would anyone believe me? Would anyone understand? I felt quite alone... surely I was the only boy in the whole world that this had happened to.

Before having a relatively early night considering it was the school holidays, I took my bath... washing myself everywhere... thoroughly... twice...

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Tuesday...
After my adventure the day before, I was quite surprised at how quickly I fell asleep and at how undisturbed my sleep seemed to be. I awoke at eight o'clock... and for three glorious seconds, everything seemed perfect in the world as I saw the sun was shining outside again... it was going to be a wonderful day... And then, at then end of those three seconds, I suddenly remembered what had happened the day before... in the hut.

'Oh shit...' I thought, rubbing my eyes fully awake and scratching my head. 'The girls...' After washing and dressing, I made my way to the kitchen table where mum was sat with breakfast, listening to the news on the radio before going to work. Some more rioting in Northern Ireland, something about Protestants and Catholics again. And there was building excitement about a Royal Wedding... Prince Andrew and a woman called Sarah...

After politely greeting my mum, I sat down opposite her and poured milk over the breakfast cereal that mum had ready in a bowl for me, and then began to eat.

"It's a nice day again Phillip... are you going to be exploring again?" mum asked with playful curiosity. I kind of wish she had just come out with what she knew... you know, made the first move to let me get everything on my mind off my chest so to speak... Looking back, I can see now that she was teasing me.

"I guess so..."

"In the woods?"

"Probably..." I replied nervously.

"Okay... well if you do... make sure you're a good boy won't you?" mum said cryptically. "You know what I mean, don't you Phillip?"

I stopped chewing and looked sheepishly at my mum...

"Sure... I won't pick flowers, or... start fires... I promise..." I replied, hoping that was what she meant. Somehow, I didn't actually think it was... but what could I say?

"Hmmm... well, kind of..." she replied. "It's important that you fit in here Phillip... for you and for me... I don't want to hear about you causing trouble in the woods... you know... anything that might make things awkward between Nikki and me... This is our home now... it's a small village and I need to get along here too... understand?"

"Y-yes mum..." I replied quietly before finishing the remainder of my breakfast.

With breakfast over, I went back to my room to work out what I was going to do... I mean, I now had another 'monkey' on my back... the working relationship and friendship between my mum and Emma's mum. If I misbehaved, Emma held lots of cards that could get me into trouble. And I didn't want that. On top of everything else, I didn't want to upset my mother. I knew enough that we had moved here for a fresh start and it was important for my mum too, as much as for me. That didn't make what was happening to me any more palatable.

There in my room, at the sound of my mum leaving the house for her day at work, my adventure for the day began... I briefly caught sight of myself in the mirror as I rearranged my hair... I didn't want to be scruffy looking. I saw my simple orange coloured loose fitting t-shirt and my well worn denim shorts... a boyish apparition of a care free adventurer... But under that façade, I was nervous and full of trepidation at what might happen later in the day... when my 'appointment' at the Girls' Club was due... Would I even dare turn up? Of course I would... I had to show up... they had something very important that belonged to me... and I wanted it back... almost at any cost.

I retrieved my replica (toy) X-Wing fighter from underneath my bed and prepared it for a very daring mission... I loaded R2-D2 into the droid compartment behind the cockpit and then readied the Luke Skywalker action figure dressed as a rebel pilot.

"Yes R2... this is a secret mission..." I began with a slightly different American accent as I pretended to be Luke from the Star Wars films. "No... nobody else needs to know... we have to rescue Han... he's been captured by the Girls' Empire and is probably frozen in carbonite already..." I pretended to make some artificial droid beeps and buzzes as though R2 was shocked... "Yes R2, in his last distress call, he said they made him strip naked and say that girls are better... then they touched him all over, made him feel funny and threaten to freeze him in carbonite to hang on their wall all naked and on display... I think they'll try to sell him to Boba Fett or Jabba The Hutt... That's why we have to act fast... We can't afford to lose Han or the Millennium Falcon to the evil Girls' Empire... Get ready for take off... the boys of the Rebel Alliance are depending on us R2..."

With that, and to the accompaniment of my special vocal effects, the X-Wing took off at 0859 hours British Summer Time for a Galaxy far, far away... and a destiny as yet unknown. Before leaving the 'sanctuary rebel base' of my bedroom, I picked up the blue 'code card' from the floor and stuffed it in my pocket.

Being careful to lock the back door and hide the key under the mat, I made my way out of the back garden and into the brightly sunlit lane... the X-Wing soon entering hyperspace... I ran down the lane 'at light speed' with excitement, almost forgetting all of my troubles until I slowed down to creep sheepishly and quietly to pass Emma's house, hopefully un-noticed this time... before entering the woods...

In the seclusion of the woods, I flew my X-Wing fighter expertly under low branches trying to remain below enemy radar, familiar aerobatics easily performed with such an agile craft. Humming Luke's theme, I barrel rolled to avoid an imaginary black hole and maintained radio silence to avoid detection as I ventured further into the woods than the previous day. Soon though, it was time to re-fuel and I looked for a suitable space port in which to rest...

Circling the mysterious jungle planet of Yavin 4, I found a friendly base previously occupied by the Rebel Alliance before the destruction of the first Death Star. A small, flat tree stump provided ample space for my X-Wing fighter to perform a vertical landing, just like a Sea Harrier of the Royal Navy... Brushing the dried, dead leaves away as though caught in the jet wash, the craft touched down, Luke Skywalker climbing out of the cockpit...

"I need to pee R2... look the other way for a while..." I said quietly acting out my character. "Yes, I know you're a boy too... but this is private... no peeking..."

Suddenly there was an outburst of bird song... a magpie with its almost machine gun like cackle...

"Woah!" I said in character. "Who's there? Pesky mynoks..." And before any imaginary foe could reveal themselves, I was brandishing an imaginary lightsabre and using my Jedi training to cull the magpie mynok threat... Yes, complete with lightsabre noises.

When quiet resumed... and the birdsong much more distant, I completed my toilet task and then began talking with R2-D2 again, still pretending to be Luke.

"No R2... the shields at the enemy base won't be lowered until 1130... that's two hours from now..." I began quietly. "Yes, we have to be brave... the girls won't make this easy for us... and yes... I'm sure I'll have to strip naked again to stand any chance of rescuing Han..." I looked around shyly, hoping that nobody was around. I mean I was aware that Emma had spied on me while I played my fantasy games the previous day, but I knew that if I was careful, and did it quietly, then maybe nobody would actually see or hear me.

I then made some quiet, sorrowful beeping to imitate my droid companion, before reprising my role as the Jedi hero...

"No R2... I don't really think girls are better... if I believe that then the Galaxy is already lost... Boys have always been the best, but we're simply outnumbered right now... and we may have to accept Girl Empire rule for the time being... Somehow we have to find a way to beat them..."

So that's how I spent the intervening hour or two prior to my next rendezvous at the Girls' Club hut, justifying my thoughts and feelings with my clever and yet equally worried droid companion.

I checked my watch and at eleven fifteen, I decided to head back towards the veterinary surgery and to a landmark in the woods I knew I could quickly find the hut again. Before leaving my last refuelling base, I took another pee... taking a short while to look round and into the bushes to ensure I really was alone... Not that it mattered... the girls had seen me yesterday... but weeing was still private.

Cautiously, I flew the X-Wing fighter, silently, to the edge of the hut... my heart pounding with anxious fear... my tummy fluttering with nervous trepidation at what I was about to do. I could vaguely hear voices inside the hut... all definitely female... all girls... but I couldn't make out what was being said.

I took a deep breath...

"H-hello?" I called out weakly... And there was no response... "Hello!?" I sounded again more loudly this time and I could sense the girl-chatter inside the hut cease immediately. 'Beep...' my watch sounded... it was eleven thirty...

"Hello Phillipa," Emma said, appearing at the doorway with a curious smile. "Brought some more little friends with you today hmmm? Come in... we're just about to start..."

I stowed my craft under my arm and slowly followed Emma into the hut... Once more I smelled the old, wooden fusty smell... and the masking perfume of the potpourri...

'You'll always remember... the time that... Miss Caroline...' I caught myself thinking as the scent of the room filled my nostrils. When I was fully inside, I looked around... There was Emma of course, wearing a pair of red cotton shorts and with a black t-shirt which had an artsy spider's web motif on it... Her hair was done as I first saw it on the Sunday in the village hall, complete with Mickey Mouse hair fasteners. She looked girlishly beautiful...

Then there was Caroline... sat on her garden chair throne, eying me with no discernable emotion. She was wearing a denim skirt and a red t-shirt, once again quite tight fitting to display her well formed charms beneath... and her slightly bulbous tummy. To her left was her younger sister Suzanne... her face smirking knowingly at me and instantly making me feel uneasy... inferior. She wasn't dressed like her sister that day... Instead, she wore yellow cotton shorts and with a darker yellow t-shirt with a radiant orange sun on it...

Looking further round though, I was startled to see two other girls present... making five girls there in total. These two 'new' girls I recognised from the Sunday School choir practice too... And they looked at me expectantly... Seeing that I was lost for words, Emma spoke on my behalf...

"Girls, this is Phillipa... our newest member who joined us yesterday after a very successful initiation..." At Emma's words, both of the new girls looked at each other and smirked. One of the girls looked younger than me... "Phillipa, it gives me pleasure to introduce Natasha and Anita Billington... they weren't able to make the meeting yesterday... but they are full members of the club... Natasha, you start..."

My heart was racing again at the thought of more girls getting to boss me around... and no doubt see me naked... I realised that I had no idea just how many girls were in this club... that was just as scary.

"I'm Natasha and I'm twelve..." the older girl spoke... dark hair, watery blue eyes and a face of pale freckles. Her mouth broke out into a broad imposing smile... and I could see that she wore a brace across her teeth. She was sitting Indian style to Suzanne's left and wore worn looking dungarees with a cotton t-shirt underneath. "It was funny to watch you get that spanking from Miss Bingley... and you deserved it ha-ha!"

"I'm Anita... and I'm ten..." the younger girl quickly added smugly. Her hazel coloured eyes looked me up and down and I could just tell she was already undressing me in her imagination. Her hair was done in pig-tails down to her shoulders and was chestnut brown. Her face was more angular than her older sister's round face... Anita was almost pixie-like... cheeky looking. Also sitting Indian style next to her sister, she wore what looked to be tight fitting black cycling shorts down to her knees and a white t-shirt with 'Pet Shop Boys' emblazoned on it in a fancy looking font. "I like it when boys get spanked with their trousers down..."

"Now you Phillipa..." Emma said, encouraging me to introduce myself.

"H-hello..." I squeaked awkwardly, "I'm..."

"Put the toy down first!" Caroline barked at me, making me jump on the spot and the collective of girls giggle at my timidity. Seeing the Millennium Falcon still sat at the side of her 'throne,' I slowly moved over to where she sat and bent down to place the X-Wing fighter next to my most prized possession. I had symbolically surrendered my X-Wing too... The rescue mission had begun... almost as if I was now in Jabba's Palace on Tatooine... ready to rescue my pal from 'Caroline The Hutt...' "Now, turn to face Natasha and Anita and introduce yourself... PROPERLY..."

I turned round and looked at the two new girls in the group, and saw them staring at me as expectantly as ever. Their eyes locked on mine imploringly... eager for me to speak...

"H-hello... I'm Phillip... and..."

"No! PROPERLY!" Caroline corrected me again. "Have you learned nothing? You're a junior member of a GIRLS' Club... so use your proper name... and address each girl properly like you have been trained..."

"Worthless wanker..." I heard Suzanne sigh with contempt under her breath as I focussed my attention back on my task.

"Hello... Miss Natasha... and Miss Anita... I'm Phillipa... and I'm eleven..." I finally said quietly, feeling quite embarrassed about having to use my 'girl' name and hoping not to get another telling off.

"Good boy..." Caroline said more softly this time. "Now you know how to introduce yourself properly to any Girls' Club members you have not formally met before... Okay, stand next to your cushion, and we'll start the meeting..."

I looked around on the floor for 'my' cushion, the dark blue one. It was over by one of the walls next to the two wooden toy chests and I quickly went to collect it. I didn't know where to place it, so I spoke up...

"Miss Caroline... where should I put the cushion?"

"Good boy for asking... you will be rewarded for that later..." Caroline smiled warmly. I wasn't sure if I liked the sound of that. "Place your cushion on the floor between where Natasha and Anita sit, so you are facing me... that's it... now we can all see you..." After placing my cushion down on the floor, I stood up and faced Caroline... waiting patiently for whatever was going to happen next.

"Girls... let us pray..." Caroline said calmly... Together, all five girls lowered their heads to look at the floor and recited the following...

"This is our girls club, 'til the end of our days...
We are superior, boys are our slaves...
Girls rule forever... and boys must obey...
Because boys are inferior, in every way..."

After a pause, Caroline said,

"Girls rule forever..." The other four girls then repeated... "Girls rule forever..."

The way in which the girls recited their code immediately raised the soft, downy hair on the back of my neck and it made me gasp. It was perfect in it's unity... timed to perfection... well practised like a spoken choir. The words of course horrified me and embarrassed me, but at the same time, triggered that secret, deep seated excitement within me, and my loins. It was impressive... the passion and conviction in which they spoke... it wasn't just a silly rhyme said in jest... These girls meant business. And now, I was their business...

"We have a boy member, so let's listen to his admission next..." Caroline said, encouraging me to start... I was still dazed by what the girls had just recited and I couldn't remember the words for the life of me. So I retrieved the blue card from my pocket, lowered my head and read from it... Sometimes you can just tell what your audience is doing... and instead of lowering their heads like I had done when they spoke, I could tell that they were just looking at me, and watching me begin my self debasement...

"Girls are in charge, boys are not..." I began somberly, my feet planted apart on the ground, my body slowly swaying slightly from side to side. I felt so embarrassed and nauseous at the thought of five girls watching me betray my masculinity so totally with just a handful of simple words... It was humiliating to think that just a handful of simple words was all it took...

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

"Girls rule forever!" Caroline said as soon as I was finished, and the four other girls repeated it again. "Good boy Phillipa... that was very brave and gallant of you to admit the superiority of girls... and very sweetly spoken..."

"Th-thank you Miss Caroline," I replied, biting my lip nervously as I replaced the prompt card in my pocket...

"Be sure to practice though... next time we want you to say it without reading from the card... It shows your acceptation and commitment to your new beliefs..."

"Y-yes Miss Caroline," I gulped, wandering what 'acceptation' meant... Oh god, I hated saying it all... I didn't want to be the losing gender... I didn't want the girls to rule over me... But it just felt so natural to obey them, and let them control me... It made my body react with excitement I could neither explain or control. I was so confused by it all... Why couldn't I just tell them all to 'fuck off?' Deep inside, I must have liked it...

"Don't be scared to get it wrong... you're only a boy!" Suzanne teased, making Anita giggle conspiratorially. "We'll help you get the words right... even if we have to spank you..."

"My sister is right... as usual..." Caroline smiled at her protégé. "And now the Langton Magna Girls' Club is in session... Phillipa, to re-iterate to you that ALL girls are in charge, please follow Anita's instructions..." With that, I looked to my left and saw Anita, the youngest girl in the hut at the time... a full school year younger than me... She was grinning expectantly, like I was Christian who had been offered to a lion in ancient Rome...

"Who rules Phillipa?" Anita teased smugly... "Girls, or boys?"

"G-girls..." I replied, my voice timid and wavering as I resisted the urge to close my eyes and block out the growing sense of shame... I then quickly remembered my manners... "Girls rule, Miss Anita..."

"Hmmm... so very true..." she smirked. "I'm sorry I missed your induction to the club yesterday... I was soooo jealous when Emma told us what happened... I know we're all going to have so much fun together!" she giggled, staring right into my eyes, making me blush... Just how much had Emma said?

'Probably the whole fucking lot,' I thought, feeling my cheeks burning.

"And now Natasha and me wanna see what all the fuss is about... So starting with your trainers and socks... take off your clothes... but leave your underpants on... then stand facing the group in your 'welcome' position..."

I gulped inwardly... there I was, an eleven year old boy, being commanded to strip down to my underpants by a ten year old girl... My gosh, it was bad enough the day before with girls my own age... but now a younger girl... how humiliating.

"Come on Phillipa, chop, chop!" Anita teased. "There's so much to do today, quit stalling..."

I looked at her and pleaded with her silently, but saw no mercy in her eyes... I clung on hopefully to the instruction that I was to keep my underpants on... And obediently, I kneeled down to unfasten the lace of my left training shoe... then changed knees and unfastened the lace of my right trainer. My heart was already thumping hard inside my chest and my breathing was deep and laboured... My cheeks continued to sizzle as I commenced my strip...

"Good boy..." Anita said softly... yet brimming with controlled confidence.

"Strip... strip... strip!" I heard Suzanne begin to chant as I stood back up to kick off my left trainer... "Strip, strip, strip!" the other girls joined in and began to clap in time with the words as my right trainer came off.

Next, I slowly lifted my left leg and clumsily wrestled with the black sock, the word 'Jedi' written in yellow stitching on the sides covering my foot... Nearly losing my balance as I hobbled on one foot, I finally freed the sock from my foot and placed it inside the foot hole of my left trainer. After planting my now naked left foot onto the floor of the hut, I took a deep breath and repeated the process to remove my right sock...

"Strip, strip, strip!"

I don't know how to fully describe it, but the sensation of being barefoot like that in front of the five girls in their Girls' Club hut was quite humbling itself. Whether it was because I was in the process of stripping off in front of them or what, I just don't know... but I actually felt kind of vulnerable just stood there with bare feet. I guess the soft skin of the soles of my feet would have been cut to ribbons if I had tried to run out of the hut and through the woods away from the girls... maybe that was it. I would have been easily caught again too...

I spread my toes in the fresh air as I looked at Anita...

"Now your t-shirt Phillipa..." she smiled confidently.

"Pl-please Miss Anita... don't make me get nak..."

"Do it Phillipa..." Anita interrupted me swiftly. "I want to see your cute little boy boobs..."

For the first time in my life, the seemingly pointless and harmless little nubbins of flesh that were my nipples, now seemed to be some kind of 'private part' that I should be as ashamed of as my penis. To have them described as 'boy boobs' by a girl, before they'd even been revealed was pretty humbling and left me somehow quite scared of removing my t-shirt... the powers of verbal teasing huh? I was a boy... I didn't want boobs... 'Oh god, are they going to make me grow boobs?' I thought momentarily... Anything seemed possible with this lot.

"Strip... strip... strip!" the other girls continued to chant and clap at me as they watched their blushing quarry complete his humiliating task...

I gripped the bottom of my t-shirt and began to lift... feeling the cool air embrace my tummy... my navel and then my rib cage... Finally, I lifted the material of my t-shirt high enough to expose my 'boobs...' well, my boyish nipples and as the shirt covered my head, I could hear Anita giggling.

"Strip... strip... strip..." I heard as my arms passed clear of the arm-holes in my t-shirt and I folded it carefully, stalling for time, before placing it on the floor next to my blue cushion.

"Good... now your shorts... take them off..." Anita beamed wickedly. With a nervous breath and with my hands shaking, I fumbled at the top button of my denim shorts... My fingers struggled because of my nerves and it seemed to take ages for me to unfasten that top button... The first of three buttons.

"Strip... strip... strip!"

With the top button of my shorts now open, my fingers trembled harder still as they snaked down to take hold of the second button...

'I'm not afraid...' I said defiantly in my mind, pretending to be Luke Skywalker.

'You will be... you will be...' a second voice said in my head... Master Yoda. Like some kind of Jedi training on the planet Dagobah in The Empire Strikes Back, my fingers managed to release the second button and quickly find the third and final button... The waist of my denim shorts was hanging freely from my body now.

"Strip... strip... strip!" the girls continued their ominous chant. Breathing hard, and feeling my heart pounding relentlessly within my pre-pubescent chest, I managed to wrestle the final button of my shorts undone... As slowly as I could to try and reduce the accelerating feelings of doom and shame, I took hold of the top of my shorts and tugged them downwards...

"Come on! Off... off... off!" Anita giggled and chanted on her own. The shorts cleared my buttocks and I could sense all five of the girls eagerly watching as my underpants came into view... A more conservative garment this time... a dark blue pair of briefs. I finally let my shorts go and felt them slide down my legs and pool at my bare feet. I stepped out of them and bent slightly to pick them up, folding them carefully and placing them on the pile next to my cushion...

The chanting stopped as I moved my hands to my sides... in the 'welcome' position. I looked at Anita, trying to understand what was going to happen next. She was smirking at me... not into my eyes... just staring at my crotch... I was so grateful to be standing there with my private parts covered. It was so embarrassing to be following the commands of a girl younger than me... A girl who seemed, like the others, to be so much more confident than I thought I had ever been... so natural in the way she commanded the proven submissive boy in front of her... a boy older than her, but under her thumb.

"Mmmm... you're a real cutie Phillipa..." Anita teased, finally looking up into my eyes. Her stare of superiority was withering and made my mind squirm with discomfort as I stood there in front of all five girls in just my underpants. "Whatever shall we do with you next?" At that, Anita looked over at Emma... it was her turn again.

"Are you thirsty Phillipa?" Emma asked curiously. "You look a little uncomfortable... shall we have a drink?"

"Y-yes... Miss Emma... I'd like that..." I replied, the prospect of a break for a drink appealed to me. If nothing else but to slow things down and delay what could possibly follow. I was still hopeful that I would be keeping my pants on this time.

'Maybe now I'm really part of their club, things won't be so bad...' I thought, trying to convince myself. 'Now the leader and her sister and Emma have seen me down there... perhaps that's the worst of it over...'

"Lemonade for girls... Cola for boys..." Emma explained as she retrieved two bottles and some paper cups from a supermarket carrier bag over by the toy chests. The bottle of lemonade was larger, two litres. The cola bottle was smaller... in fact there was no label on either of the bottles. The cola bottle could only have held half a litre. I guessed that because there were five girls and only one boy, the lemonade bottle had to be bigger.

Naturally, Emma poured the girls' drinks first... one by one until five paper cups were full of lemonade. Next, she poured some of the cola into a paper cup. Serving the other girls first, she finally handed me the paper cup and addressed the group...

"I propose a toast..." Emma said proudly. "Let's drink to welcome our newest member... Phillipa White..."

"To Phillipa White..." the other girls chorused in perfect synergy. Together, we raised our cups and then drank... all six of us drinking it down in one long gulp... My drink, the cola... tasted just like ordinary supermarket cola. Not the substance protected by nazi-style trademark legislation that I can't possibly mention... but unbranded, supermarket cola...

I'll let you all into a little secret at this point... Well it's not really a secret, more of an explanation... Some time later... in fact about three summers later, I discovered that apart from the 'pop' that was in both the lemonade for the girls and the cola for me as a boy, there were other ingredients that Emma had laced the drinks with. These secret ingredients were different, depending on which drink...

Emma it seems was quite the budding chemist and biologist. And living in a veterinary surgery, gave her access to all sorts of 'medicines' that could impact on the pubescent and pre-pubescent male and female... Having watched her mother administer a variety of medication to animals of all sizes, both in the surgery and out at the surrounding local farms and stables for larger animals, Emma was learning all the time...

She had discovered the combination to the medication 'safe' at the surgery... simply by entering her birth date into the combination lock, and after that... regularly poached small amounts of various tablets and capsules and liquids with which to experiment with. All with the aid of the various veterinary text books in her mother's study... Oh yes... Emma knew exactly what she was doing...

In the lemonade, which only the girls drank, there was a small amount of muscle stimulant, designed for use by animals recovering from illness or some sort of infirmity to help quicken the recovery of muscle tissue. Healthy muscles, like those of the girls, would benefit from a slow-release energy boost. Emma had worked out a dose that would take twenty minutes to take effect and would last for several hours. There were no side effects. Or none that Emma had read about anyway.

In the cola, that only boys were given, there was a slightly more convoluted mixture. Into the cola, Emma mixed some mild, crushed veterinary muscle relaxant used on bulls/breeding male horses to make them weaker and docile, and a lot easier to restrain when they wanted to harvest semen for use in cattle/racehorse breeding... In a very basic way, the chemical seemed to divert oxygenated blood cells from the limbs to the animal's penis... kind of like a primitive form of Viagra for cattle and horses... It stiffened the penis for the repeated harvest of semen, while equivalent 'leg muscles and arm muscles' were temporarily weakened to make for more efficient restraint...

I later found, not to my surprise, that Emma particularly enjoyed assisting her mother in subduing the larger male animals and using various machines and devices to milk the semen repeatedly until the animal's testicles were empty and 'dry cumming.' Then it was on to the next animal and so on... The semen harvested by the practice, would sell for a good profit to farms and stables nationwide to spread the gene pool. For feminists like Nikki Smart and her daughter, the added benefit was that 'their way' prevented bovine heifers and equine fillies from suffering the humiliating indignity of being forcefully penetrated sexually by a bullying male bull or stallion.

Indeed my dear readers, Emma had perfected her cola brew that it's effects began after about fifteen minutes and lasted up to five hours, depending on the subject and how much 'action' the targeted appendage saw.

Sorry, I digressed there... but at least you now know a bit more about what I was up against.

After the drink, Emma quickly collected the paper cups, and deposited them in a makeshift litter bin, courtesy of another plain plastic carrier bag. These now cost 5p in the United Kingdom, but they were still free back then...

"So Phillipa..." Caroline said, grabbing my attention. "What is this new... toy... you have brought with you today?"

"Errm... that's an X-Wing fighter... Miss Caroline..." I said quietly. "It's also from the Star Wars films..."

"But it isn't your favourite is it?" Caroline pressed smugly.

"No... Miss Caroline..."

"Then why did you bring another dumb piece of plastic here? You know we can take it off you don't you? Just like this one?" she teased, reaching down from her 'throne' to run her hand over the top side of the Millennium Falcon.

"I... errm... well I was playing with it in the woods, Miss Ca-"

"You were playing with your toys in the woods again hmmm?" Caroline smirked suggestively, making the other girls giggle along with her as they shared the joke at my expense, making me blush and shift from foot to foot with discomfort. "I bet you were... go on..."

"Well... I was pretending to fly around the galaxy inside it, hoping to rescue my friend and his space ship," I explained, looking at the Millennium Falcon with angst.

"Rescue your friend from what?" she pressed curiously, her eyebrows raised.

"From..." I began... did I have the nerve to admit it? This was another Swiss cheese moment... "I want to rescue him from the... well, he's a prisoner of the Girls' Empire..."

"The Girls' Empire?" she smirked... "Is that what we are? Mmmm, I like the sound of that... what do you think girls?" At that, her coven of young feminist protégés giggled openly. "What was your friend's name again?"

"Han Solo..." I replied meekly, now obviously regretting letting another secret out of the bag. Would I never learn?

"Poor little Han Solo... captured by the Langton Magna Girls' Empire!" Caroline continued to tease me. I wanted to shut her up, but I knew from the previous day that I would probably not be able to match her in a fight, especially if she had me wrestled to the floor. It would have been cowardice to strike a girl in any case unless it was a matter of life and death... and although how the girls treated me felt like the end of the world at times... it wasn't life or death. Even I could see and reason that much.

"Show Anita and Natasha how you play with your space ships..." Emma began.

"Yeah, show us!" Anita giggled. "Show us how a boy plays with his toys..."

"Please... Miss Emma... don't... not again..." I begged with embarrassment, looking at her desperate to avoid another round of self debasement.

"Oh don't be so shy..." Emma smirked. "As a special treat, we'll let you show off with the big round one... the... Millennium Falcon... it is your favourite after all... But make sure you do the noises and hum the music too... it looks so sweet when you do that... like you have so much fun!"

Oh god... and that's exactly what I did... I showed them how much 'fun' I had playing with my toys... I played with the Millennium Falcon... right there in the Girls' Club hut again... wearing just my underpants... playing with a space ship in front of five smirking and quietly giggling girls... I lifted my pride and joy into the air with a dramatic roar and scampered around the hut in a series of mazy twists and turns... pretending to fire my lasers and fighting off imaginary foes and of course, humming various bits of music from the films.

I must have looked so silly as I performed my task... the only saving grace being that I wasn't naked... not fully naked anyway. I performed my masterpiece... making the craft loop the loop as I hummed Han Solo's theme tune before landing it safely back into place next to Caroline. After all that excitement, I was finding myself to be a little out of breath and my arms and legs felt a little bit sluggish... tired... I didn't know it of course, but the effects of my drink were beginning to hit me...

"Now take out your dolls and make them kiss like yesterday..." Emma teased...

So I complied, I didn't even protest with the girls any more that they weren't dolls... though in my mind I still described them as action figures... ACTION FIGURES damn it... I crouched down to retrieve Han Solo from the cockpit and Princess Leia from the compartment at the back of the ship. I then stood them up facing each other while the other girls gathered round to watch...

"I had a horrible dream Leia..." I began, imitating the voice of Han Solo. "I dreamed that we'd been captured by the Empire and... that they were freezing me in carbonite ready to sell me to Jabba The Hutt..."

"Well, we were captured Han..." I replied with my best girlish voice to be Leia. "But it was the GIRLS' Empire... And now Luke's been captured too... I don't know what's going to happen..."

"As long as I can, I'll protect you..." I said as Han, leaning the action figure in to kiss Leia on the mouth. The girls giggled. The kiss lasted three or four seconds... In fact if it were a real Star Wars film, it would have been a full on French kiss with lots of passionate music...

Suddenly, Emma bent down in front of me and took hold of Leia and started to speak... only with her natural voice, not a pretend American one.

"I don't need protecting Han... I'm joining the Girls' Empire now... and if you want me to stop them from handing you over to... Jabba The Hutt, then you have to admit that girls rule the galaxy..."

I blushed scarlet... a girl was now playing with my Star Wars stuff in a way I didn't think I wanted to play. Princess Leia, a traitor? No, it couldn't happen... But what could I do? It was so confusing... was this real life, or a game? Should Han Solo stand his ground, or know when he's outnumbered? I was still a budding adventurer and thespian... Han was my hero, so he would never give in... would he?

"Leia... I..." I stammered with a desperate whisper. "I can't betray the Boys' Rebellion... I thought we were..."

"Say it... or we're through and you'll be our prisoner for ever... for us girls to play with..."

"Oh god..." I gulped and took a deep breath. "Girls rule the galaxy..."

"That's right fly boy..." Emma teased, still in her role as Princess Leia... and from now on, you'll do as I tell you, okay?" My ears pricked a little... that was almost a direct quote from Episode Four...

"But Leia..." I gasped... "I love you... how could you betray us? I thought we were... lovers..."

"Well I guess you don't know everything about women yet... I don't know where you get your delusions, laser brain..." she replied testily. My gosh... two quotes from The Empire Strikes Back... "So, are you going to obey me and the Girls' Empire?"

I was shocked and more than a little embarrassed... Girls had taken over my real life... and now my fantasy games too... And I didn't think any of the girls liked Star Wars, not with how they had derided my toys... I mean my action figures and space ships and my demonstration of how I played with them. I looked up like a 'little boy lost' from my action figures and into Emma's eyes... she winked at me.

'Is this all just a game after all?' I thought. 'Does she really know about Star Wars? Would she play with me? I mean play Star Wars properly?'

"Okay..." I replied. I didn't know what else to say, I was caught off guard. And of course, I was prepared to do almost anything to get all of my stuff back and stay out of trouble.

"Okay what?" she asked, leaving me unsure whether that was still part of the game or not. I guessed that it was given that she was still holding the Leia action figure in front of Han Solo, as if pressing him for a correct answer.

"Yes, I will, Miss Leia..." I finally replied, placing my action figure down on the floor submissively at Leia's feet.

"Good boy," Emma said, smiling warmly at me. "That wasn't so hard was it? Now... go back to your cushion and into 'welcome' position..."

For reasons I didn't know at the time, I had a little difficulty standing back up after crouching down to play with the action figures. My arms and legs felt sluggish and tingled a little with 'pins and needles.' I managed to get up and slowly made my way back to my cushion, turning to face the girls with my arms at my sides. What I hadn't registered until I was stood back in place was a nagging new tingling down at my crotch too... I looked down briefly and to my emerging horror, found myself bulging at the front of my underpants...

'Oh god... of all the times to get a woody...' I thought, wishing I had the bravery to defy the girls and cup my hands in front of me to cover up my modest little bulge. I could sense the girls had noticed it too and there were knowing glances and silent nods between them... some sort of hidden, secret language shared by the girls, or so it seemed. It certainly made me feel out of place.

But what had caused it? Was it the little role play exchange with Emma? Was it arousal felt at wearing only my underpants in a hut with five fully clothed, staring, pointing and giggling girls? Maybe it was all of that, and of course, I now know that some of it was the effect of the drink Emma had given me.

And then, the charming young pixie to my left spoke...

"It's time to move things on a little Phillipa..." Anita said as I looked at her. "I have a new position for you... it's called 'surrender...' It's very appropriate really considering what your little space man dolly has just said..." Her face broke out into a broad, attractively frustrating grin. She was in charge of me again... at just ten years of age. "It's quite simple, even for a boy..." she continued, making Suzanne chuckle out loud. I looked over to her to flash her a 'warning' stare... but I saw her retrieving her camera from her back pack... My stare obviously ineffective... even when she finally looked at me... She wasn't afraid of me. I didn't represent anything that she could possibly be afraid of.

"Phillipa..." Anita said, quickly regaining my attention. "Put your hands behind your head, and lock your fingers together..." I complied, feeling how heavy my arms felt... "No, not on top of your head... behind... yes, like that. That's it, good boy... that's called 'surrender' position..."

I could see right away why it was called 'surrender.' I could feel why it was called 'surrender.' My lower region suddenly felt quite vulnerable and exposed. With my hands at my sides, any sudden movement could be fended off, albeit temporarily... whether it was an attack on my privates or some other physical attack. But now, with my hands behind my head, fingers interlocked, well I was feeling very vulnerable indeed. Vulnerable, but somehow excited.

<click> I heard the shutter of Suzanne's camera capture an image of me stood there with my hands behind my head, wearing just my underpants... surrendering to the girls. She made sure to capture a photograph of me in full frame, and then a couple more 'scene setting' shots that showed me standing in front of the girls, awaiting my fate...

Anita moved her cushion and sat in front of me... engaging me with eye contact.

"Phillipa... would you be embarrassed if a ten year old girl told you to pull down your pants and show her your willy?"

"Y-yes..." I gasped in shock, sensing the escalation of today's ordeal galloping towards me... galloping faster than my heart! "Miss Anita..."

"Hmmm... I think I can understand why that would be... I mean... obviously I'm a girl and you're a boy... but I'm also younger than you... I can imagine how difficult this all must be for a boy like you to go through..." Her expression grew more playful before she continued again. "But you enjoyed being naked in front of the other girls yesterday didn't you?"

My breathing began to race again now as Anita began to turn the emotional screw on my mind.

"Sometimes... I guess... Miss Anita," I replied quietly. Some of it really was 'fun...' but other bits weren't...

"Oh come on Phillipa..." she sniggered. "The others have told me how much you said you enjoyed being their 'nudie boy...' There were three girls here yesterday... and you were enjoying being naked for them yesterday weren't you? And really, there's only two more girls here today... just me and my sister... You want to be all nudie for us too don't you?"

'Oh god... what's happening to me?' I thought in a daze. My limbs were tired and my crotch tingled and felt all stiff and attentive... But what attention did it want?

"Tell me how much you want to be all nudie again..."

"I... agghhh..." I tried to reply, finding my mouth dry. I licked my lips. "I want to be a nudie boy again..."

"Even in front of me? A little girl?" she teased, baiting me and putting words in my mouth.

"Yes... Miss Anita... I want to be a nudie boy in front of you Miss Anita!" I couldn't stop the muscle at the base of my cock from flexing in my underpants... I felt the bulge flex... This was so embarrassing.

"And will you obey me? Even though I'm younger?"

"Y-yes Miss Anita..."

"Why will you obey me?"

"Because... you're a... girl..." I frowned in defeat.

"Good... Now ask me to pull your pants down so we can see your willy..." Anita said, looking into my eyes and enjoying my emerging horror.

"Oh no Anita, please no!" I replied. "Miss Anita... please let me do it myself... I don't feel too well and -"

"You said you would obey me... So beg me to pull down your pants and show the girls what you are!" she interrupted me testily, daring me to defy her.

'Oh mummy... help me... Dad!' I thought briefly before capitulating...

"Please... Miss Anita... t-t-take... oh god... Miss Anita... please pull down my pants..." I stammered weakly.

"And?"

"And... show the girls what I am..." I finished, closing my eyes to fend off the growing sense of humiliation about to unfold further.

"Keep your eyes open Phillipa!" Caroline instructed firmly from the other end of the hut... "Remember, you must look at the girl who is commanding you or where she is touching you... It shows her that you freely accept what is happening and most importantly, so you'll remember that it was a girl doing it..."

"Y-yes... sorry, Miss Caroline," I apologised, opening my eyes to look contritely into Anita's. She had a grin of victory on her face. "Please... p-pull them down Miss Anita..."

As my tummy fluttered with petrified butterflies and with my cheeks turning crimson, I watched Anita lean forward from her cushion and grab the waistband of my underpants with her fingers... one hand at each hip... ready to tug... My fingers locked together even tighter behind my head as I felt the heat spreading through my cheeks... A tear crested from my eyes as I saw Anita's gaze leave mine and stare at the timid bulge of my crotch...

I gasped a deep breath as I looked down... I just couldn't watch my crotch... so I chose to watch Anita's face... Her little pink tongue stuck out of her mouth slightly as she concentrated on her task... I felt her fingers start to tug my underpants downward... Slowly... agonisingly slowly... I was finding out that girls just knew how to maximise any boy's ordeal...

"Off... off... off..." I heard Suzanne start to chant, with Caroline, Natasha and Emma all joining in. I could hear the camera shutter snapping away too, but I kept my focus on the little conqueress at my feet... watching her determined, confident face as she pulled down my pants.

To this day, I still try to work out what the most humiliating scenario is for a boy being forced into nudity in front of girls... Is it when the boy is instructed to disrobe himself and he obeys? Is it when a boy is overpowered, tied or held down, powerless to stop himself from being stripped naked by the girls? Or is it even when a boy is instructed to hold still... beg the girl to pull down his pants and watch her face as his secrets are revealed to her? At that moment, I was feeling more humiliation on the 'humiliation of boys Richter scale' than I had felt the previous day... believe me.

It turned out that somehow, Anita... at just ten years of age, was very experienced in teasing boys when she was pulling their pants down... She delayed my exposure by tugging harder to the rear, the material of my underpants sliding past the midway point of my buttocks...

"Ngghh..." I gasped, taking a deep breath, and watching Anita's facial expression change from concentration to almost gleeful anticipation...

"Not long now until you're a nudie boy again Phillipa..." she smirked as she tugged a little harder this time, the front of my underpants slipping lower to reveal my bare naked, hairless pubic mound... "Mmmm, you're still a nice and smooth little boy just there aren't you? That's cute..."

Anita tugged again... I bit my lip as time began to slow down around me... I could sense the heart beating in my chest... and now I felt the cool air around the base of my cock... the pubic junction where the root of my cock was... now exposed...

"Mmmm, here it comes girls... Phillipa's little wriggler is about to say hello!" Anita giggled...

"Off... Off... Off!" the other girls chanted.

My arms and legs felt weak... my cheeks burned with shame... another tear sneaked downward, tickling my cheek. I realised that my bum was totally uncovered at the back, but that was the least of my worries... It was only the fact that I had a sinful little erection in the front of my underpants that was stopping the waistband of my pants from giving way... and revealing my shy little boy sex entirely to the girls... What a little mercy that was... but it merely delayed the inevitable...

"Off... off... off..." I heard... along with the sound of Suzanne's camera shutter.

I watched Anita's face break out into total gleeful victory as she tugged the material of my underpants finally low enough to allow my horny, hairless little erection to spring into view from beneath the material... almost straight out in salute to it's girl conqueress. If it were a cartoon, there would be a 'boing' sound effect and a moment or two where it bobbed a little bit up and down until it settled.

"Ta-da!" Anita beamed to an accompaniment of chorused girlish giggling all around me in the hut... All five girls staring at my penis... my boyish erection... And worse still... Anita continued to pull down my underpants and I felt the cool air surround my wrinkly little ball sac too... I was for all intents and purposes, fully naked now... my underpants down at my knees...

With a final flourish, Anita pulled my underpants down to my ankles and ordered me to step out of them and add them to my pile. Blushing scarlet with shame, knowing that five sets of girlish eyes were staring right at my privates, and ONLY at my privates, I complied... bending down momentarily to pick up my underpants and add them to the pile of boyish clothes, before resuming my 'surrender...'

"There... all nudie and cute..." Anita teased. "What do you think Natty?"

"Very handsome... I love his dimples," Natasha smirked... "Do a twirl for us nudie boy!"

I held my breath and slowly turned round on the spot, giving them a view of my bottom and my front.

"Again... a little quicker this time... and smile!" Natasha added. "You're supposed to be having fun nudie boy!" Conceding defeat, I smiled weakly and twirled on the spot in my 'surrender' pose a couple more times before stopping, feeling quite weak and giddy.

Anita moved her cushion back to her original position to my left and Emma picked up the reins again while Suzanne continued her photographic odyssey to capture every twist and escalation of humiliation I would feel...

"Good boy... we'll have to work on that smile though... you're not nearly as handsome when you frown... But now it's inspection time Phillipa... please 'sit...'" she instructed. Remembering yesterday what 'sit' meant for a boy member, I kneeled down immediately on my cushion, separated my knees apart, locked my ankles over each other behind me, and finally placed my hands on top of my head... My arms still felt so weak. I looked down at my erection... still pulsing away without any encouragement from me... it was quite disconcerting how it tingled and betrayed me while I was in that 'sit' position, quite beyond my control.

Now it was Emma who moved to a position right in front of me, but kneeling up on her cushion this time... Almost mirroring me, but obviously being fully clothed and not posing, she was obviously the one in command...

"We have some tests for you today and there may be a prize for you at the end if you're a good boy..." she announced. "There will be a chance for you to win the freedom of your dolls and space ships..." At that, I looked up eagerly into her eyes and she welcomed my interest... She was putting the worm on the fishing hook... "You will get a chance to complete your mission and free your friends from the Girls' Empire!" That made the other girls giggle, and of course, made me burn scarlet inside.
"First though... we have to inspect you... a bit like we did yesterday... understand?"

"Yes Miss Emma..."

"Good... come on girls, gather round closer..." With Emma's command, Natasha, Suzanne and Anita scurried forward and formed a tight semi-circle, kneeling up on their cushions in front of me... looking at me... yep, looking right at you know where. I wished it would go soft... but it didn't... Curiously, Caroline remained seated on her 'throne...' I guess she had seen and done enough the previous day to last her for a while. "Anita... I want you to check his tummy button please..."

"Oh why do I always have to get the tummy button?" Anita protested mildly... almost playfully.

"Because you're the youngest and need the most practice..." Emma giggled.

"But I got two different boys naked in their own changing room at school last term by pretending to play 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' with them... he-he..." she giggled. "And Jamie Sampson lets me and Julia Bradshaw inspect his willy ANY time we want at break time or lunch so we don't tell the teachers that we saw him write naughty graffiti on the cloakroom wall... I know what to do with his willy... and he has dimples too!"

"You're doing really well Anita... that's a very impressive tally for a girl your age doing all that away from the hut... but you're still the youngest here today..." Emma said with sisterly admiration. "We've got all summer... haven't we Phillipa?" I looked at Emma with mild distress... Was I going to be inspected every time I came here? Or wherever the girls invited me? God!

"Oh... errrm... y-yessss..." I nodded. "Miss Emma..."

With that, Anita sighed and leaned forward, right against my tummy. She pressed the tip of her nose right into the little opening of my navel and breathed in...

'Shit... she's smelling my belly button...' I squirmed a little at the thought. That was something I really never expected. My stomach muscles tensed. 'Do I smell there?' She moved her head away and looked at me suspiciously, then reached out her hand...

"Best to double check..." she said, using her pointy little index finger to probe right inside my navel... pushing in quite firmly and making me squirm even more as she wriggled her finger tip around inside... For the second day running, I discovered that girls could 'finger' boys in a place he never before considered possible. It made my tummy muscles tense defensively again, harder this time... and that tensing spread right through my abdomen until my buttocks clenched too.

"Nnngghhhh... no... stop it! I don't like it..." I protested finally, feeling quite uncomfortable and invaded. "Don't... please!"

"Shush Phillipa..." Emma cautioned. "Let us do it... think of your space ships..."

Finally, Anita removed the probing finger from my navel and moved it to her nose before sniffing it... She pulled a face that kind of instantly made me feel I was a dirty little boy, despite what I thought had been a thorough bath the evening before...

"He's quite dirty in there..." Anita remarked with a tone of disappointment which changed to girlish superiority as she continued, "not sparkly clean like a girl... here, smell it..." She moved her hand and rubbed the finger that had been poking and wriggling around inside my navel right under my nose as I breathed in... It was a kind of stale sweat, almost cheesy aroma on her finger... not Swiss cheese this time.

I felt so ashamed that it had taken a girl younger than me to show me that it could get dirty and smelly inside an 'inny' tummy button like mine. And worse, a younger girl had put her finger inside me there... she had violated me in a place I had never ever thought could possibly feel private to me.

"That's disappointing Phillipa," Emma said with equal disappointment. "After everything we taught you yesterday during your inspection and you come here dirty... what do you have to say for yourself?"

"But... Miss Emma... I had a bath last night..." I said quietly, quite embarrassed. "A long one, honest!"

"Well, you obviously didn't clean thoroughly enough EVERYWHERE did you?"

"N-no, Miss Emma." I bit my lip. "I'm sorry..."

"Very well... we will accept your apology, but you will get a spanking for this as a reminder to redouble your efforts for next time... understand?"

"Oh god... please don't!" I protested. "I didn't even know I could get dirty there... I'll be clean next time... I promise... please!! Miss Emma!"

"Well now you do know... and dirty little boys have to learn their lesson and that means taking a spanking from a girl when they need one... is that clear?"

"Y-yes, Miss Emma," I relented with contrition.

"Now you know that boys have a smelly front bottom to keep clean too..." Anita smirked, making me blush. "Can I touch him now Emma?"

"Okay... just a little... and be quick..."

I held still in my vulnerable, kneeling, 'sit' position as a grinning and excited looking younger girl began to touch my modest, hairlessly pre-pubescent erection with her fingers... My cock muscles flinched at the young, nimble feminine fingers' tickling touch... It felt very embarrassing, but very exciting too as my preteen body betrayed my thoughts... my obvious arousal saluting her... spurring her on... She roughly gripped the enclosed tip of my glans and tugged on me quite hard as though assessing my limits.

"Nnggghh!" I grunted with discomfort as Anita tried to pull me forward with my cock, and try to pull me off balance before letting go with a giggle. Her hand then encircled my little scrotum, her fingertips gently squeezing together, exploring me... confirming I had two little testicles dangling inside...

"Two little marbles inside for us to play with..." Anita grinned wickedly. "Not able to shoot yet though are you little boy?"

"N-no... Miss Anita," I replied, unable to look at her face any longer... it seemed to wither me. Instead, I looked down at my crotch at what her small, girlish hands were doing.

"I like squeezing boys down here," she teased as she tightened her grip... hard...

"Nnggghh, nooooo!" I grunted as I began to feel the pain in my immature nuts... "Aggghhhh! Stop, please... Miss Anita!"

"I like to remind boys how weak they are down there..." she giggled menacingly, repeatedly squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing again, all the while making me wince and whimper as the pain increased and relented each time. "I could do this all day long!" Finally, she stopped and resumed her position on her cushion, leaving me gasping for breath and feeling relief of receding pain in my testicles.

"Okay Phillipa," Emma announced to catch my attention. "It's time for the next part of your inspection... let's hope you don't earn a more severe spanking as we continue..." The other girls chuckled quietly between themselves at the prospect of some sort of escalating punishment consequence. As if this all wasn't punishment enough.

Okay, I'll admit it... I was almost kind of getting used to being naked in front of the girls now... the five of them had seen my bare naked 'curse' of masculinity now... Of course it would always be embarrassing because they were fully clothed girls... and I was not getting an opportunity to see anything private or secret of theirs in return... Contrary to my better judgement, I was kind of okay letting the girls 'rule' over me and be in charge too... I couldn't deny the secret and naughty thrills it all gave me... especially with newly found 'powers' of masturbation, dry orgasms and a never ending carousel of emerging sexual fantasies to imagine.

So, I found myself wishing that the girls would just fondle me... do what they did the day before to make me feel good again and let me just get on with my adventure games. But of course, being a boy in a girls' club wasn't about my enjoyment or my feelings... The girls really were in charge... they held all the cards and they really did rule... I was there for their enjoyment... for them to further their empowerment and development as young feminists... Any enjoyment or excitement I felt was merely a secondary consequence to them... Any excitement I showed just fuelled their fire...

"Natasha... watch closely, because you'll be doing this next time," Emma said with amusement. She reached out towards my crotch with both of her hands... one taking a firm hold of the shaft of my erection. Emma unfurled the index finger of her other hand and placed her fingertip right at the end of my penis... "Hold still Phillipa..."

I gasped as her fingertip made contact with me, briefly rubbing over the slit of my pee hole, before wriggling it up over the top of my glans under my foreskin...

"Nnnnngghghh... nooo! Please..." I whimpered as Emma fingered me under my foreskin... rubbing the pad of her finger all over the top side of my ticklish, tingly glans... It was such a strange sensation, feeling a girl's finger exploring me 'right under the hood.' With my buttocks clenched and my cheeks aflame with humiliation, I thought my legs were going to buckle underneath me as I tried to ride the sensations of discomfort, invasion and arousal at the tip of my cock... "Stop... please... Miss Emma, stop it!"

"Shhhh... Hold still just a little more... stop fussing like a baby..." Emma teased, her finger finding the rim at the back of my angry little glans and swiping her finger from left to right along the edge before withdrawing her finger...

"Ohhh... god!" I gasped with relief as I watched her finger withdraw from my foreskin... If I had to endure that much longer, I was in danger of either peeing or cumming. My ordeal wasn't over as you can imagine... now there was the verdict...

Emma moved her index finger to her nose and slowly sniffed it... She was smelling me... In front of the other girls, she was smelling a finger that had been squirming around under the foreskin of my privates... I felt kind of giddy, weak and sick at the thought as the girls watched her and giggled... It seemingly made time slow down for me to fully 'appreciate' my humiliation. But my cock tingled... the muscle at the base of my 'boy stalk' flinched beyond my control, my erection bobbing a couple of times before she announced to the group...

"Better... but you're still a little stinky..." Suzanne and Anita laughed the most at the proclamation. "Not nasty... but I can tell you're not totally fresh... Tell us... how many times have you been for a wee since your bath Phillipa?"

'Oh god... how can I deal with this?' I thought as I did the mental arithmetic...

"F-four... Miss Emma..." I replied meekly, falling crestfallen. "Once before bed... once before breakfast... and twice..." I paused.

"Go on... Twice..." Emma pressed. "When?"

"And twice more in the woods before coming here..." I explained. "Miss Emma."

"Hmmmm... Well perhaps boys are just naturally stinky there no matter how often they wash..." Emma concluded, to the amused appreciation of the four other girls in the hut. "Now, lick it..." she commanded, catching me well off guard that her words could have knocked me out.

"Wh-what?" I grimaced, lying to myself that I must have misheard her.

"Smell it, then lick it..." Emma confirmed my understanding, reaching out with her dirty finger and rubbing it over my top lip and under my nose. I gently breathed in, able to smell the sour aroma of my own stale pee on her damp finger... "Now lick it clean..." I swallowed hard at the prospect of what I was about to do, and then tentatively allowed my tongue to escape between my lips.

Slowly, my tongue emerged from my pursed lips and made contact with Emma's finger... I tasted the moisture on it... sensing the salty, slightly sour flavour coating her fingertip. It was a horrifying thought, what I could taste on her finger... knowing where it had been... I was on auto-pilot though, obeying as best I could to stay on my mission. Emma then escalated the issue by pushing her finger into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue...

"Ngghmmm..." I protested... "Aggghhhh..."

"Mmmm, that's it... suck it too..." she commanded confidently, wriggling her finger around inside my mouth. And yes, I obeyed her... my mouth tightening around her finger as I sucked on it obediently. "Good boy... it's your own willy you can taste... he-he!" she giggled mercilessly. "Look girls... he's sucking on my finger like he's sucking another boy's cock!" As you can imagine, the other four girls burst into fits of laughter at my expense as I blushed crimson at the very thought of doing something so... dirty... with another boy while I sucked on a girl's finger. My embarrassment seemed to make me instinctively suckle harder, my tongue swirling all over the feminine digit invading my mouth. I was kind of shocked that it didn't repulse me like I thought it would... like I thought it should. I mean, I didn't find it 'all that bad...' How shamefully erotic instead...

After a few more agonising moments, Emma finally took her finger out of my mouth and wiped it on her shorts.

"Good boy... you suck well!" she beamed at me and my look of pure shame as my tongue licked over my lips all on it's own. "Now Natasha, and you Anita... watch closely, it's time for you to see how girls can skin a boy..."

"Oh cool!" Natasha piped up, smirking directly at my erection. "Just like at girl guides last month when we skinned that bunny rabbit for supper? That was a boy rabbit too... Mrs Collins said so!"

"Yeah I remember... it's kind of like that..." Emma giggled and then continued proudly... "Most of the interesting part of Phillipa's willy is hidden by his foreskin... So this is how we get to see the whole thing..." With that, Emma reached out to my cock once more, one hand fully grasping my wrinkled little ball sac. "Hold still Phillipa... it's only fair that Natasha and Anita get to see ALL of you right?"

"Oggghhhhh... y-yes... Miss Emma..." I winced as I felt Emma take hold of my balls with one hand, then the seemingly tickling fingers of her other hand gripped the glans of my penis firmly.

"See how I've got him by the balls right now?" she asked rhetorically. "Now use your other hand to pull this floppy bit of skin back... Pull down firm, like this... towards his balls... see?" With that, Emma began to tug down on my foreskin, retracting it over my glans easily, demonstrating an efficiently female technique.

"Nnggghh..." I grunted and then gasped, my cheeks scarlet with shame and my buttocks clenching again.

"There... see it pop into place behind that purpley-grey ridge? Now Phillipa is FULLY naked for us..." Emma boasted with superiority.

I remained in place like a good, obedient slave boy while all the girls looked at me with my foreskin fully back... my angry looking and damp little glans totally exposed at the extremity of my modest young pre-pubescent erection. In particular, Natasha and her younger sister Anita ogled me the most. I could tell they were enjoying my predicament... the sight of a fully naked boy right there in their girls' club hut, all the while they remained fully clothed. Unquestionably and undoubtedly holding all the power.

It was so humiliatingly thrilling to have my foreskin pulled back like that by Emma... Somehow more embarrassing despite it happening the day before too. This time there were two additional girls... one younger than me. And yet my erection continued to tingle, showing no sign of abating. I had no control of it... of course it was the drink... and my shameful arousal at how I was being treated by members of the opposite sex. I didn't want to be a member of the losing gender... the inferior one... But I was... and it was secretly so very exciting.

"Now I have a new trick to show Julia next time we play with Jamie Sampson!" Anita giggled with excitement.

"I think you should show more of your friends what you do with Jamie Sampson!" Caroline conspiratorially announced from the far end of the hut, sat on her garden chair throne with a pleased smile on her face. "Next time, be sure to remind him that his willy is nothing special and is as worthless as a worm... and more importantly, it belongs to girls... Just like Phillipa's... Isn't that right, nudie boy?"

"Y-yes Miss Caroline..." I muttered.

"Tell Natasha and Anita what we taught you about your... boy things yesterday..." she insisted. "Use all the words that you know boys call it..."

"My... willy is nothing special," I blushed with shame at my treachery. "My gooly is ugly... my dickie... is worthless like a worm... My balls are... vulnerable and... and... now, belong... to girls... like my cock..."

"Good boy," Caroline said gleefully, clearly impressed that I remembered and that her beliefs now seemed to be my own too... "Now Anita, you know what to get Jamie to say... Maybe you can get him to come here, and have him 'sit' naked before us too... A kind of soul mate for Phillipa here... "

"There's one more part of the inspection of a boy..." Emma announced with some caution, breaking up the excitement between Anita, Natasha and Caroline. "It's not the most exciting part... and I propose that we spin a bottle to decide who does it..."

"No need for that Emma..." Caroline replied quickly. "I will do it... I was the first girl to kiss him, and the first girl to make him cum... it's only natural that I be the first to do this too... Phillipa, bring your cushion and place it down in front of me," she commanded indicating a position a couple of feet in front of where she sat.

I got up, relieved to let my aching and tired limbs recover from their previous position. I placed the cushion as instructed and waited for her next command.

"Turn around to face the others, and bend down on all fours with your knees on the cushion..." Caroline instructed. Confused by this latest command and turn of events, I obeyed without question or protest. "Knees apart... that's it... good boy." Behind me, I was aware that Caroline had got up from her 'throne' and from the corner of my eye, I could just make out that she was retrieving something from one of the toy chests.

Shortly after, I felt the cool air around my rear from the draught made by her as she kneeled down behind me. My mind imagined her staring at my bottom... Of course, at that moment, I didn't think anything more of it other than the embarrassment of a girl looking right at my naked bottom. I would later learn just how much a girl can see of a boy from behind when he is positioned like that... And I was about to learn just what the next part of a 'boy's inspection' was all about.

Looking back, I think the ominous silence at that time was deliberate... giving me no hint of what was about to happen, ensured that I didn't just simply gather up my clothes and run away. No, the element of surprise was clearly Caroline's ploy.

I heard the sound of a bottle cap being unscrewed and what sounded like someone washing their hands with some kind of liquid soap. I still didn't know what was happening, though I guess you guys all recognised it straight away... I mean, I was eleven years old... still very naive about the world despite my bravado.

"The last part of your inspection Phillipa, had better not be messy..." Caroline said with icy menace. "Now hold very still..." With that, I felt the stiffened finger of Caroline's hand slide and squirm in between my buttocks and without any real warning, they began to circle widely around my anus...

"Agggghhhh!" I gasped in horror at the touch of a girl's finger right at the entrance to my bottom. "No, STOP!" I protested.

<smack> Caroline's free hand struck my left buttock...

"Ow!" I winced. "Noooo! STOP it! Not there... please!"

"Hold still..." Caroline insisted, circling her finger all around the rim of my little hairless bottom. "Or I'll hit you again..."

"But it's dirty... you can't..." I protested tearfully. "Please don't... I don't like it... Stop it... please... it's dirty... Nooooo!! Please stop..."

"Oh stop whining... Lots of boys all around the world just LOVE this... And for the record, us GIRLS will decide if it's dirty... We'll really know if YOU'RE a dirty boy..." Caroline exclaimed, the little circles of her lubricated finger becoming smaller and smaller until her fingertip actually penetrated my tightened sphincter and wriggled inside me...

"Ohhh, GOD... nooooo!" I whimpered, tears falling to the floor as I felt my bottom being violated by a girl's finger... "Ngggghhhh... no... no... stop... STOP IT please... I wanna go home..." Oh it felt so nasty to feel Caroline's finger pushing into my bottom like that... really humiliating. Out of everything that had happened over the last few days, this was by far the most degrading thing... Being fingered in the bottom by a girl... finger raped against my will... So why did I feel so excited? "Please stop... Miss Caroline... please... Nnggghh..."

"You really should try to relax and let me do it..." Caroline said playfully, totally uncaring for my welfare. "The Big Book of Boy Secrets tells us that there's a nice little spot up inside a boy's bottom that a girl can touch to keep him really excited... how about that? A secret little area of a boy's body that only a GIRL can touch!"

"Yeah... it's called a pross-tate..." Suzanne informed from my left with her ongoing tone of superiority.

"Please stop..." I begged breathlessly, my spirit and protests weakening as Caroline's finger 'bottomed out' (!) to the second knuckle inside my bottom... 'Oh god... she's got her finger in my bum... ohhhhh god! It's right up there... oh it feels... oh... it's so nasty...' I thought as I felt her squirm and curl her finger inside me... exploring me. It felt so invading... so degrading... but my heart raced with excitement and my genitals well, they were still just as excited.

"Mmmm, quite tight inside here Phillipa..." Caroline teased as she wriggled her finger around inside my bottom. Then I felt her rest a moment... her probing finger relaxed a little as she reached with her other hand underneath me to run her fingers over my immature little erection. "But still a very horny boy down here..."

"Nnggghh... stop it please," I sobbed quietly, my spirit virtually broken.

"You'll always remember the day that Caroline Forbes-Marsh became the first GIRL to finger your bum... won't you Phillipa?" she teased as she let go of my penis and slowly began to pull her finger out of my bottom... I thought she was done... but instead, she began to push back in a little harder this time...

"Nngggghhh!" I moaned in confusion as I felt her finger start to thrust in and out of my bottom... over and over, fucking me with her finger. I tried to resist it, I clenched all of the muscles in my groin, my bottom and my crotch, trying to crush and spit out the girlish invader, or slow her down... but I couldn't... I had to stay there on all fours while she did it to me... It was devilishly arousing... but very humiliating - especially in front of four other girls...

My resistance waned... my spirit broken... my senses becoming used to the feelings of Caroline's finger inside me like that... My arousal took over... my bottom started to push back against her finger in time with her movements... My boyish body was betraying me... getting me to reciprocate her movements as she fingered me. Occasionally, her finger rubbed over something inside me... an inner, spongy wall that felt as though it was towards the front of my insides... When she rubbed there it made me feel, I don't know... kind of different. A different, secret kind of excitement. Something a lot deeper inside my soul. It made my tummy relax and sink lower if you can imagine it... and made the muscle at the base of my cock contract beyond my control. I gasped breathlessly in response.

"You see girls?" Caroline teased, "He's now enjoying his inspection like a good little boy... aren't you Phillipa? You like being touched back here like this, don't you?"

"Please... Miss Caroline," I whimpered, unable to stop my body from rocking back and forth as it encouraged her to dominate me further with her finger.

"Admit it nudie boy!" Caroline commanded. "Tell us how much you like it..."

"Ohhhh Miss Caroline... please... I... I like it..." I finally relented, my voice trailing off to a gasping whisper... "a lot..."

And as if by magic, Caroline's finger stopped fucking me, and slipped free from my bottom.

"Ohhhh... Aggghhhh..." I sighed with relief, feeling the muscles around my bum hole tighten instantly and defensively should there be a repeat performance. My head hung low from exhaustion and embarrassment as I tried to bring my breathing under control. I felt so ashamed... unable to get up and run from the hut as soon as she touched my bottom... unable to stop her fucking me with her finger... and finding myself enjoying the sensation.

"Turn around and 'display' Phillipa... 'display' facing me..." Caroline commanded, re-focussing my attention from my brief, confused thoughts. Slowly, I turned round on the floor, still on all fours, my arms and legs feeling heavy with fatigue. As I did that, I felt my foreskin fall back into place covering my glans... To 'display,' I needed to retract it again to expose my willy fully to my conqueress... I finally managed to arrange myself into my 'display' position, kneeling up on my cushion, ankles interlocked behind me, knees apart, fully retracted foreskin, and with my hands on top of my head.

I plucked up sufficient courage to look up from the floor and into Caroline's excited and victorious looking eyes. I felt so exposed and vulnerable in front of her like that... I was increasingly horrified by the thought of what might come next... I mean, Emma had fingered my foreskin and made me smell and then lick and suck her finger clean... I felt sick at the thought of what Caroline could make me do with the finger that had just been playing up inside my no longer 'secret' bottom. She could make me do it... she was bigger and stronger than me...

"Please don't Miss Caroline..." I begged, my spirit broken as I began to cry. "I don't want to... please don't make me... I'll be a good boy... I promise... but please don't... make me... lick it..."

"Good grief nudie boy... pull yourself together..." Caroline teased, enjoying the ease at which she had been able to make me cry. "We're girls... not savages..." At that, the other four girls chuckled at my expense as I 'displayed' myself in front of Caroline and sobbed pitifully.

"Don't make me do that... please don't... please don't..." I whimpered. "Anything... but that... don't make me lick it..."

"Phillipa... shhhhh... I don't know where you got that idea... that would be totally barbaric... We're not animals... we're girls..." Her expression was one of curious amusement at the panic she had caused me. She had broken me, and now it was her job to build me back up in her image... as my leader... my conqueress and my slightly chubby goddess... "Look at my finger Phillipa... is it dirty?"

I stared at the slippery looking finger that she held out in front of me. It just looked shiny with whatever clear looking fluid it was that had been used as lubricant.

"I... errrm... I don't th-think s-soo..." I sniffled. "It's j-just... sh-shiny..."

"Good boy... it looks like you're nice and clean after all... just like a girl... Which is how all BOYS should be when they come to Club..." Caroline said encouragingly. I wanted to leap up and hug her for not making me do what I thought would probably be the most awful and horrid thing I could have imagined right then at eleven years of age. Instead of charmingly chubby 'Caroline The Hutt,' she was the most wonderful girl in the world and I wanted to hug her like I would my mum after waking from a nightmare... I breathed a sigh of relief and felt my upper body relax.

"Th-thank you Miss... Caroline," I breathed.

"But to make sure... smell it..." Caroline's expression changed to a wicked smirk. "It's the only way to be sure..." To make her point, she pointed her finger closer and closer to my nose... until it was about a centimetre away from my nostrils... "Smell it..."

I was so scared at what I would find... how I would look to the other girls if I sniffed her finger... and what kind of face I would make if I could smell anything I hoped not to... My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly breathed in... smelling her finger...

"Is it nasty? Or clean?" Caroline pressed.

"It's..." I began, not sure how to describe it. "It smells like baby lotion..."

"So you're nice and clean then?"

"Y-yes Miss Caroline..." I replied as truthfully as I could...

"Excellent... we have completed your inspection now Phillipa," Caroline smiled warmly, resuming her seat on her garden chair throne. "Now you know the high standards we expect from our members... especially boys... There is a lot of room for improvement ready for next time, and you have a spanking coming for your dirty tummy button... but today, you're acceptable."

"Thank you Miss Caroline," I sighed, allowing myself to relax... Okay, there was a spanking to come, and god knows what else to endure... but at least I wouldn't have to lick her finger... the one that had been squirming in and out of my bum. I felt so much relief that I really did consider myself to be very lucky, even though I was fully naked and on show in front of five fully clothed girls.

Gosh, thirty two pages and we've only just completed the inspection. This was another long day as you can well imagine.

"Okay... go back to your normal seat over there between Natasha and Anita... you may sit..." Caroline smiled sweetly, cherishing every opportunity to test my obedience. While I resumed my position, I noticed Caroline use some sort of wet wipe to clean off her finger and hands. That finally put my mind at rest about what I was most scared about at that point... I made a mental note not to cross any of the girls in case things escalated to make me endure such a horrifying and disgusting outcome.

"I've been thinking," Suzanne suddenly chirped when I was back in my 'sit' position on my cushion. "His willy doesn't really look like those of the boys in those magazines..."

"Shhhh Suzanne..." Caroline cautioned her younger sister. "You're not supposed to talk about the magazines in front of boys... they're for GIRL'S eyes only... when it's only girls here..."

"Well, his looks a bit like Jamie Sampson's," Anita smiled knowingly... "When he's sat like that anyway... I've never seen Jamie... 'skinned' back, but I will next time!"

"It's a good observation Anita," Emma continued. "Phillipa here is a very good example of an uncircumcised boy... and it sounds like Jamie is the same..."

"Who prefers circumcised boys?" Suzanne smirked, sparking a debate about boys and their penises as though the only boy in the hut was totally irrelevant and merely an inanimate object. I might as well have been nothing more than a stone or bronze statue... or a department store mannequin... an anatomically correct mannequin... Caroline and Suzanne put their hands up. "And who likes uncircumcised boys?" Natasha, Emma and Anita all put their hands up quickly... I followed suit... I mean, you would to if you had a foreskin and was proud of it and wanted to keep it attached to your body...

"Boys don't get to vote on GIRL business..." Suzanne sneered. "Hands back on your head NUDIE boy..." Somehow, I got the clear impression that Suzanne really didn't like boys... and especially didn't like me. That was fine, I didn't really like her either. But I found myself wanting the opportunity to put her in her place the most out of all the girls.

"I prefer circumcised boys," Suzanne continued smartly, "because I like reading about how easy it is, even for a lazy boy to keep his thing clean and prevent infection... Every boy's penis is ugly... there's no denying that... but circumcised ones just look smarter..."

"Yeah, they don't have that dumb looking little funnel shape that the foreskin makes when it covers the end of a boy's thing..." Caroline added, agreeing with her younger sister.

"I like reading all about circumcision too..." Suzanne added, looking deliberately at me. "Especially when it's a woman doctor doing it... how the boy gets all scared about what's going to happen and it makes him cry... Then she cuts him... taking away a little part of his willy... making him look smarter... I don't think they should do it to baby boys though... I think they should wait until they're at least ten... and then do it... so that the boys know all about what's going on... And girls should get to watch... and..."

"Well I think uncircumcised boys look best..." Emma interjected, saving me from leaping off my cushion and taking issue with Suzanne and her wildly overt feminist imagination. "I think they look quite cute... ugly yes, but cute... Circumcised penises look kind of mean and painful to look at... And I think Phillipa's willy looks fine just how it is... But if he's a naughty boy... then... snip, snip!!"

"Okay... that's enough talk about circumcision..." Caroline remarked. "It's giving me the creeps now... Phillipa is what Phillipa is... unless he misbehaves, that's all there is to it! Now though, it's time for Phillipa to get his spanking for his uncleanliness... Anita, please retrieve the slipper..."

Eagerly, Anita got up from her cushion and stood up on one of the wooden toy chests. As she reached up to a shelf above the window there, I watched her, looking at her bottom, clad in her tight fitting black cycling shorts. I could clearly see the split of her buttocks outlined in the material and I swallowed hard... The muscle at the base of my cock flexed as I ogled her from my position.

'God, she's younger than you damn it...' I thought. 'You shouldn't be looking.' But I did... as she reached up, I saw her lower back revealed as her t-shirt lifted... She was a pretty young thing. I was so focussed on her body, her bottom particularly that I didn't see what it was that she had retrieved until she returned to her cushion with it. It was a faded pink, tired looking slipper... Seemingly, the exact match for the one that I had been spanked with in the Village Hall only a few days previously...

"Since it was Anita who discovered your filthy tummy button... it will be her who gets to spank you this time..." Caroline decreed from her 'throne.' "Here, boys get spanked on all fours... So turn around to face the wall, get down on all fours and present your bottom to us... knees on the cushion..."

I gasped at the thought of being spanked by a girl who was younger than me, who I had just been ogling as she stretched to reach the shelf. Of course, I looked at her before I turned round and found her eyes gleaming at the prospect of spanking me... a naked boy of eleven.

Finally I turned round, and on all fours, I became aware of movement behind me and the young girl readying herself to strike me.

"How many Caroline?" I heard Anita ask with a tone that begged for permission to spank me more times than I could imagine... "I love spanking boys... especially nudie ones..."

"A dirty tummy button at inspection, let me see..." Caroline pondered behind me. "It's his first offence... so ten with the slipper I think is standard in this case..."

"Then ten it will be!" Anita giggled. "Hold still nudie boy... just because I'm only ten, doesn't mean I can't make you cry... And I will make you cry... Be sure to count them out..."

THWACK!

"Owwww!" I whimpered as I felt the first strike of the slipper graze my left buttock. "One!" It stung a little but I kind of got the impression she was warming up ready for a harder assault. It wasn't a clean strike of my buttock by any means. I could sense her readjusting her position behind me and I could imagine her taking careful aim. I had learned enough that girls were thorough in everything that they did.

THWACK!

"Ahhhh... jeez... two!" I called out, that one to my right buttock really did find it's mark. "Oww..." the pain began to radiate.

THWACK! THWACK!

"Owwwwchya!" Crikey, a double whammy, my immature mind not sure which buttock to feel sorry for most. "Two... three... ahhh..." She was making me feel pain, making me call out and gasp all at the same time. I reached back with my hands to try and rub my bottom... this was much harder to take than Miss Bingley's spanking.

"Keep those hands away nudie boy..." Anita cautioned, "unless you want extra..."

And so, my spanking continued to the full ten spanks with that cruel pink slipper, wielded by a cruel ten year old girl... a year younger than me but by far superior to me. It was shameful to realise that after eight spanks, I was crying with remorse and resolved to never being dirty for inspection ever again... A ten year old girl had made me cry...

All the confusion still clouded my mind, for despite my spanking on the floor of the hut from Anita with the slipper, my privates still remained erect... flexing with arousal through my contrite sniffling as I awaited my next command.

"You may rest Phillipa," Caroline called from behind me at the end of my spanking. "Take a few moments to calm down and then turn to face us again and 'sit...' But no holding or rubbing your bottom. You must learn the lesson that a girl has just taught you, okay?'"

"Y-yes Miss Caroline," I replied, taking time to wipe away my tears and felt the stinging in my bottom begging me for attention. Alas, I could not give it any relief.

"Told you I'd make you cry, nudie boy!" Anita whispered cruelly to me as I resumed my 'sitting' position facing the girls. What I really wanted was a lie down... or a cool bath and a lie down. I felt so tired. Not sleepy tired, but I wanted to rest my arms and legs... and play with my penis to get rid of my erection with an orgasm... or several!

"Give me your camera Suzanne... it's time for you to do the next test like we agreed earlier..." Caroline smiled warmly at her younger sister, and taking hold of the camera. As Suzanne went over to one of the wooden toy chests, I saw Caroline raise the camera to her eyes and fiddle with the lens...

CLICK! CLICK! Caroline fired the camera, capturing my reddened face and body on camera... showing evidence of my recently crying shame, my bare naked state and my shameful little arousal poking out from my groin in salute to her... CLICK!

"You're such a handsome model Phillipa," Caroline said quietly, snapping more pictures of me. "Even when you're not smiling, your dimples are so cute... Look into the camera... good boy... now smile for us... come on handsome..." I licked my lips on auto-pilot and breathed in deeply before forcing the weakest smile I could manage into the lens... CLICK! "Good boy..." she praised me like I was a favoured little puppy. Her approval and praise kind of made me smile a little more sincerely... my adventurer spirit... my fledgling acting career possibly. Or was it that I just secretly wanted to obey and please these girls? CLICK! "Wow, even better..."

My short bout of 'naked modelling' was cut short by the return to my view of Suzanne, moving her cushion to my right hand side and kneeling down on it. She was holding a pink plastic ruler with some golden coloured writing on it that I couldn't see properly from where I was. She also had the book with her that I recognised from the previous day as 'The Big Book Of Boy Secrets...'

"Okay Phillipa," Suzanne smirked at me. "We're going to start a chart today so we can keep track of your development as a junior boy member of our GIRLS' club... So to start things off, I'm going to use this, to see how big you are..." The other girls began to giggle as the intention to measure the size of my immature, boyish genitals became clear. Suzanne held the ruler up in front of me so I could see what was written on it...

'Wonder Woman...' in golden letters, shadowed in blue and red. The ruler had both inches and centimetre measurements on it and in the brief time that it was held up in front of me, I could see that it could measure up to six inches, or fifteen centimetres.

"No don't!" I suddenly blurted, feeling self conscious and not wanting the girls to find out how 'big' I was. "It's private!"

"Shut up worm!" Suzanne sneered angrily, before mercilessly striking the top side of my penis with the little pink ruler. THWACK!

"Aggghhhh! Stop it!" I protested, feeling the instant stinging pain on the top side of my cock and feeling it bounce up and down a little before coming to a shameful rest. The sudden pain restarted my tears.

"Awww, little girl made the big boy cry again..." she teased me. "Now you can let me measure your little boy-thingy right now... or I'll hit you there again... lots of times. What is it to be Phillipa?"

"Please Miss Suzanne... don't... don't hit me," I sniffled quietly, looking down at the meek little erection protruding from my hairless crotch. An angry looking red patch presented itself on the sensitive skin on the top side of my penis.

"Well hold still then like a good girl and I won't have to hit you," Suzanne insisted. "One way or another, I'm going to measure your little willy, even if the other girls have to hold you down..." My mind was giddy at the very thought of that and I could see that whatever I did next, the girls were going to learn something very private and embarrassing about me... It was just whether or not I was going to behave and let Suzanne do it without question, or face being hit on the privates by that ruler again until I agreed behave and give in. "Are you gonna let me do it?"

"Y-yes... Miss Suzanne..." I whimpered, just about recovering from my tearful demeanour. "Please... just don't hit me with that again... that really hurt..."

"Good... I like hurting boys," she smiled broadly at me. "I thought you would have learned that yesterday..." Her young friend Anita giggled along with her. "Right... here goes... this is how we measure boys..." Suzanne lunged forward quickly and I flinched, thinking that she was going to strike my cock with the ruler again after all.

I took a deep breath a gasped as I watched Suzanne take hold of my penis by the exposed glans and tug on me a little as though trying to stretch it. My body tensed and resisted, making sure I didn't fall forward and lose my balance. With careful precision, Suzanne lined the ruler up along the underside of my shaft, prodding the end into the front of my scrotum where it joined my body just under my penis.

"Mggghhhh... Nggghhh..." I whined quietly with discomfort and embarrassment, holding still as obediently as I could. I was blushing so hard as I was girl-handled so thoroughly and seemingly so expertly, as she looked in close to take the measurement, adjusting the ruler until she was sure that I was being measured properly.

"Okay girls... Phillipa's willy is having an erection right now, that we can all see," she giggled to the accompaniment of her friends and her older sister. I could hear the camera shutter capture a couple of exposures of my very first time having my penis measured by a girl... the first time measured by anyone... I wanted to run away and hide so badly, but at the same time, I wanted to know how 'big' I was... And I was secretly enjoying the arousal I felt... the tingly fear in my privates and tummy... knowing that all the girls were watching me get measured, and would soon know the score...

"And today he measures 7.4 centimetres..." Suzanne proclaimed with a knowing smirk of satisfaction. Another private 'boy secret' revealed to the girls in the club hut.

"What's that in old money?" Caroline asked curiously. "You know... inches..."

"Oh, let me check..." Suzanne replied with girlish eagerness as she leaned in closer this time, to read the other side of the ruler... "Just a bit less than three inches... I'd say 2.8 inches girls... Phillipa's willy is 2.8 inches long when fully stiff..." In the hazed fog of my ongoing humiliation, I focussed my attention on my tingling little erection at my crotch and shut out the excited girlish chatter as Suzanne finally removed the ruler from my privates... I managed to look out to my audience and I could see Anita hastily making a note of the 'score.'

"Aren't you a little short... for a Stormtrooper?" I heard Emma say, instantly grabbing my attention. Shock and excitement must have been etched across my young face as I looked at her and saw her knowing smirk. I blushed with shame at her double entendre... She just had to know more about Star Wars than she had let on... she just had to... That was a line from Episode 4, so perfectly spoken... And... I hadn't got any of my Stormtrooper dolls, ACTION FIGURES with me when I had been playing in the woods. Emma knew about Star Wars...

'I love you... Leia,' I thought, before quickly correcting myself... 'I love you Emma... Miss Emma...'

I think if any of the girls there had spouted Star Wars quotes to me in that hut and in my position as I was, they would have been my ideal girlfriend too... Even the cruellest girl there, Suzanne... But Emma... oh gosh right then, Emma was the one. I would have done just about anything right then to be her boyfriend, my first girlfriend. Even if it meant obeying her, being treated like a dog or a worm, my mind was telling me it would be worth it. Somebody to talk to about the films... the action figures... to explore my body with... explore her body too... hopefully.

"I wonder if 2.8 inches is normal for a boy of Phillipa's age..." Caroline queried. "Is he bigger, or smaller than he should be? Or is he 'just right?' Like we discovered yesterday, Phillipa here doesn't know that much about puberty and sexual development... His little boy balls aren't making sperm for him to shoot yet... He's still just a little boy... So Suzanne, why don't you look in the book and tell Phillipa all about puberty ready for when his starts... and tell us how he measures up for a boy of his age..."

Eagerly, Suzanne flicked through the pages of the book and found the section that she was looking for. From my position, I could just see enough that the section title read, 'Puberty In Girls...' Her hand covered the picture on the right hand side of the page, obviously a picture of a real naked girl, similar to that of a boy that I had been shown the day before. I could see that she had blonde hair, blue eyes and an attractive face smiling confidently back at the reader... She was more comfortable looking than the boy (Peter) had been in the pictures Emma showed me elsewhere in the book... Noticing me look towards the book, she quickly moved it so it was out of my view.

"No peeking at the book this time nudie boy..." Suzanne teased. "We call her 'Lisa,' and there's no way we're letting a boy look at any of her girl parts... that just wouldn't be right... She's for GIRLS' eyes only..."

"But..." I began. I really wanted to see what a naked girl's private parts looked like to answer the curious myth and mystery of it all. "That's not... f-" I continued before being interrupted by my young mistress.

"No, you're right, it's not fair..." she replied quickly. "But that's how it is... Boys get nudie here... girls do not... even if they're in a book! Lisa is still a girl and needs her privacy..." With that, the other girls giggled at my reaction... It really was so unfair... but what choice did I really have but to keep quiet and listen? My Millennium Falcon was still at stake.

"I'm going to start with puberty in girls," Suzanne continued confidently. "It's important in relation to the facts about puberty in boys... It will probably make you feel embarrassed... but don't be scared to feel embarrassed. I would feel that way too if I was a boy! But it's just nature's way of proving that girls are superior to boys in every way... that includes puberty... Are you ready for me to begin your lesson Phillipa?"

"Yes, Miss Suzanne," I replied, making the decision to watch her read from the mysterious book. It was against the rules to close my eyes and hope for the best after all...

"Good... then let's begin..." Suzanne smiled, ready to begin her monologue. She looked down at the book, turned the page, and so began my sexual education. "When a girl reaches puberty, her body begins to change and become more adult-like... She turns from being a girl, into a young woman. Puberty can take several years from start to finish, and usually happens between the ages of nine and seventeen... Girls start puberty quite a lot earlier than boys do. That's because girls are more mature Phillipa... Girls are just better! Aren't we?" she teased, making sure to lock her eyes into mine to emphasise her point. In my 'sitting' position, I felt myself blush at Suzanne's comments and my penis flinched in salute of my apparent weakness.

"During puberty, a girl's body begins growing faster. Some girls have uncomfortable growing pains in their arms and legs. How long this 'growth spurt' lasts and how tall a girl will be at the end of it depends on a lot of things... But mostly it has to do with how tall the other people in her family are... During puberty, a girl's breasts will change size and shape. Her hips will widen. A girl may not even notice this because it's a very subtle and slow change."

"A girl's clitoris will grow a little, too... You remember that from yesterday Phillipa? The little tingly part of a girl that is her equivalent of your boy-cock is called her clitoris... A girl's external private parts are enclosed by two sets of 'lips.' The larger lips will grow pubic hair. The inner, smaller lips don't... These lips increase in size a little bit during a girl's puberty. Inside her body, the vagina gets longer and the uterus gets bigger... I bet you thought a girls private parts were just called her 'vagina,' didn't you Phillipa?" she smirked at me, already knowing the answer from my humiliating spanking in the Village Hall on the Sunday...

"Yes Miss Suzanne..." I blushed at my lack of knowledge for the second day running.

"Mmmm... the vagina is the actual hole and the tube it forms as it leads up into a girl's tummy... The outer area of her privates is called her vulva... The lips of a girl's vulva may also change colour as a girl matures through puberty. Vulvas are a work of art Phillipa, and they are as different and diverse as people's faces are... Unlike boys' penises, which generally look as ugly and dumb as each other!" Suzanne teased me again, making the other girls giggle with her.

"Through puberty, hair will grow inside a girls' armpits, around and above her vulva too... This is called pubic hair... The soft hair on a girl's arms and legs may get thicker and darker too. In some girls, pubic hair may appear before her breasts start to develop. At first, this hair is soft, and there's not much of it. Later, the hair grows longer and becomes a little curly. Although it starts growing between her legs, it eventually covers the entire pubic area and may include the upper, inner thighs too. This usually takes several years after it starts to grow. Some girls like to keep their pubic hair under control and will trim it like they would prune a bush in a garden, or even shave it off completely... It all depends on how a girl feels and wants to look..."

"Puberty doesn't happen all at once... it happens in stages. For example, a girl's breasts may start to grow, but she may not start her periods until some months or even years later. A girl may continue to go through puberty changes until she is 20 years old."

"As a girl's breasts start to change, the darker areas around the nipples may look swollen. These are called areolas, and you have them too Phillipa even though you're a boy... You have boobs too, although they never fully develop and remain like all boys are... IMMATURE!"

I was really quite fascinated by what Suzanne was telling me and it all made me more determined to actually see for myself what a girl's private parts looked like, either in that book, or in real life. I felt ready to see it all... But the way Suzanne was talking down to me as she read from that book, and how she was clearly teasing me felt very antagonising and humiliating. Of course, my erection never subsided or stopped tingling to remind me of it's presence.

"As a girl's breasts grow rounder and fuller, one breast may seem a little larger than the other, and they may feel sore at times. That is all normal stuff for a girl to deal with. And girls are quite well equipped to deal with it, having a much greater pain threshold than boys... More about periods now, just so you are aware of how special girls are Phillipa... Beginning in puberty, every month, a girl's body will prepare itself for a possible pregnancy... Hormones within her body signal for her ovaries to release a tiny egg each month... The egg moves into one of her fallopian tubes... At the same time, the lining of her uterus begins to grow and thicken."

"If the female egg is not fertilised by a male's dirty, slimy sperm, then the girl does not become pregnant. The lining breaks down and flows out of her body through the vagina... This is called menstruation, or more simply, her 'period.' Periods usually last between two days and seven days. They normally come every twenty one to forty five days... How about that natural wonder Phillipa? Are you impressed with what girls have to contend with?"

"Yes, Miss Suzanne..." I blushed, a lot of what was being said was still going over my naive head. I mean, what the hell was a fallopian tube? Or a uterus? In my mind, I kind of imagined a girl in a chicken suit too, squatting down to lay an egg... I just couldn't picture it since I couldn't see a diagram, a picture or even see the real thing. It was one big secret fog of confusion.

"A girl should always keep in mind that if she is regularly making love or having sexual intercourse with a boy or a man, and she finds that her period is late, then it is a sign that a girl may have become pregnant and could have a baby. Every girl goes through puberty, just like her mother and grandmother before her. A girl should be proud of her journey through puberty as she grows into a beautiful, confident young woman. A female who successfully passes through puberty is ready to take control of the world around her..."

"And that's not all Phillipa... As girls start puberty before boys, us girls get the benefit of our growing bodies first too... First, a girl may notice her feet and hands getting bigger. Next, the arm and leg bones and muscles grow, making her taller... Girls are often taller and stronger than boys through the onset of their respective pubertal phases..."

"And that's all you need to know about girls for now Phillipa... I hope you found it interesting," Suzanne beamed up at me with a look of superiority. "Now, let me tell you all about puberty in boys..." With that, she flicked forward a few pages and took a moment to show me what she was reading from... Of course, the title of the chapter read 'Puberty In Boys,' and I noted the victorious smirk on my mistresses face as she showed me the picture of 'Peter' standing naked in the 'welcome' position with his pre-pubescent genitals clearly visible... just like mine, albeit his were not erect on that title page. I could do nothing but try to hold my tongue obediently in my mouth, maintain my position and try to tough out whatever embarrassing facts and statistics that she was about to gleefully use to make me feel bad about myself...

"Just like happens with girls during puberty, a boy's body begins to grow faster... but not as fast as happens in girls... Some boys have uncomfortable growing pains in their arms and legs. How long his 'growth spurt' lasts and how tall he'll be at the end of it depends on a lot of things... but mostly it has to do with how tall the other people in his family are..."

"An early change in boys is that his testicles get bigger and get ready to start producing sperm. Sometime after that, his penis gets bigger too, and pubic hair grows on his scrotum and in the area of his crotch just above his penis. At some point, a boy's voice will get deeper and it may crackle occasionally along the way, but that will pass. Most boys grow some facial hair eventually too. The hair on his body will most likely get thicker too."

"A boy will begin to sweat more under his arms, and this sweat may smell different or stronger, so it is important for boys to shower or take a bath more often and use deodorant if he doesn't like the way he starts to smell..."

"Nobody likes a stinky boy Phillipa," Emma said brightly from the other side of the hut. "Remember that..." I nodded my understanding at her... I knew right away that she didn't mean just washing under my arms...

"The battle between male and female dominant hormones rages hard inside a boy's body... Some boys develop swelling underneath their nipples when they're going through puberty... This can look like the early budding of breasts. It varies from boy to boy, and happens to two out of three boys, and it can last for a few years. Boys might develop pimples during puberty, more often called acne or simply just 'spots.' If a boy has problems controlling his pimples, he should consult a nurse or doctor for help..."

"Like we learned with puberty in girls, it doesn't happen all at once for boys either. Boys start their puberty later than girls, generally explained by the accelerated and superior mental and physical development characteristics enjoyed by girls over boys from birth to adulthood. So puberty in boys starts from around the age of eleven or twelve. Some unusual cases start sooner, but quite a large percentage start their changes later. Boys struggle to keep in mind that puberty starts when his body is ready, and that every boy grows at his own pace. A boy can quite often feel envious of his female peers through this period of great change for both sexes. He may feel jealous and inferior the longer his puberty is delayed in comparison with females around him. This condition is known as 'male pubic envy' (MPE) and such anxiety is experienced by five in every six boys. Often, it can present itself as enhanced aggression and even depression. The chapter on 'adolescent development' covers this in more detail, including the many symptoms to look out for..."

"Do you have 'male pubic envy' Phillipa?" Caroline teased, making me look at her and frowning at her.

"I don't kn-know Miss Caroline..." I replied truthfully. I mean, what was I supposed to be envious of? I didn't know what a vagina looked like, well you know... what a vulva looked like... I kind of knew what breasts looked like - I had seen the Page Three girls in one of the daily newspapers a few times. I didn't like the sound of this 'period' that girls had to go through, but I was secretly jealous that girls started puberty before boys and that this fact could be used to tease me and embarrass me. I guess I was also jealous of the girls and their power and dominance over me... Maybe that was 'MPE...' Even if it were true, I didn't like the sound of it and I wasn't just going to admit it on a whim.

"Boys may continue to go through puberty changes until they are twenty-two years old..." Suzanne continued her lecture. "A boy may show some signs of puberty at an early age, like his voice starting to crackle and break... but may not show other signs of puberty until several years later, like growing pubic or facial hair."

"For a boy, there isn't just one event or sign that he is starting to grow up. There are lots of them, including his body growing bigger, his voice changing, and hair sprouting under his arms and around his private parts. Even around his bottom... Here are some of the questions that boys most often ask... First, why are girls taller and stronger than me?"

"Boys may notice that some of the girls he knows are taller than all the boys he knows, and that when matched against each other in physical challenges, the girl more often than not beats the boy. But he will have also noticed that out of the adults he knows, most of the men are taller and stronger than the women. Like what has already been said, because girls are more advanced physically and mentally between birth and adulthood, boys lag behind as they slowly catch up through adolescence. So it stands to reason that because girls get a head start at puberty, their advantages over boys remain for a long time... growing taller and so on..."

"There is nothing boys can do to change nature and have no alternative but to accept the facts of life as they are. The next chapter deals with 'MPE' in more detail. Most boys may catch up eventually and even grow taller than most girls. But it's also important to remember that a boy's genetics play a role in height. So if a boy's mother and father are tall, he is more likely to be tall as well when he matures."

"Next question most often asked by boys is this; do I think about girls too much or not enough? When a boy sees a girl who lives in his neighbourhood and he sees her playing with her friends every afternoon when school is finished, he may get really hot and his palms may sweat if she says 'hi' to him. That night, the boy may go to bed and before he sleeps, he has one last thought about her... sometimes a naughty thought about kissing her or touching her and imagining her with no clothes on... Every day for the next few weeks he keeps thinking about her. He might be wondering, 'Why do I feel this way?'"

"It may be just a crush... But every boy has his own likes and dislikes. And during puberty, some boys are very friendly with girls and others might be nervous about talking to girls... Thinking about someone you like is a normal process of puberty in both boys and girls. And if a boy feels like he doesn't like any girls, then that's fine, too. Eventually, the boy may find someone who makes him feel giddy inside. Most of the time it's a girl that makes him feel this way... but sometimes it's another boy. Only time will tell..."

"So why do boys feel this way? The hormones in his body are becoming more active, particularly the more male dominant hormones such as tess-toss-terone. As a result, he is starting to have more sexual feelings. These feelings can confuse a boy and may leave him feeling scared or confused or out of control. This is natural because he is going through a new phase in his life..."

"The next big question boys ask relates to body hair... What's happening to my body, and where is this hair coming from? Body hair really gets going during puberty. Some boys will start to notice hair growing on their face around the chin, on the cheeks, and above the lip. Also, hair grows on the chest, the armpits, and even down there around his private parts... Look at Peter here Phillipa... he's started growing hair around his thing!" Suzanne giggled, showing me the picture of 'Peter' now having advanced in age a few years. He still didn't look comfortable at having been photographed and who could blame him?

"Remember that there's nothing to worry about because hair is just one of the body's many ways of telling a boy that he is finally on his way to manhood... Some of the hormones that trigger this new hair growth come from a boy's adrenal glands. Other hormones come from his puh-TOO-uh-ter-ee glands, which is a pea-shaped gland located at the bottom of his brain..."

"Ha-ha! I knew it!" Anita chuckled... "Boys are pea-brains!" The other girls giggled at the comment, meanwhile, I shifted uncomfortably on my cushion as I continued to listen to Suzanne's lecture from the 'Big Book Of Boy Secrets...'

"These pituitary hormones travel through a boy's bloodstream and makes his testicles grow bigger and start to release another hormone called testosterone that also helps make his body start sprouting hair around his pubic area, under his arms, and on his face..."

"The next question is one I really like to read about... What about erections? An erection is what happens when a boy's penis fills up with blood and stiffens. His willy will become bigger and stand out from his body... just like Phillipa right now!" Suzanne giggled at me and my condition. "Boys will start to notice erections occurring more often when they reach puberty... and they're perfectly normal... An erection can happen at any time. Boys can get many in one day, or even none at all. It depends on your age, sexual maturity, level of sexual activity, and even the amount of sleep you get..."

"An erection can happen to a boy even when he is sleeping and dreaming... Sometimes he might wake up and find his underwear, pyjama bottoms or his bed is wet... Boys can worry that this means he has wet his bed like when they were very young boys, but the chances are that they have had a, 'nocturnal emission,' or 'wet dream...'"

"It's still wetting the bed in my eyes!" giggled Anita, enjoying the explanation and of course, all while looking at my bare naked erection by means of some anatomical explanatory tool... "Boys are just big babies!"

"A wet dream is when the fluid containing a boy's sperm is discharged from his penis while he is asleep... This fluid is often called semen and is released through the urethra... the same tube that his pee comes out of... When this semen comes out, it's called an ejaculation... Wet dreams occur when a boy's body starts making more testosterone than he can handle... This change in boys is the nearest equivalent to when a girl gets her period. It's a sign that a boy is growing up and the body is preparing for the day in the future when, as a man, he might decide to be a father. Semen contains sperm, which can fertilize a girl's egg and begin the process that ends with a baby being born..."

"Although some boys might feel embarrassed or even guilty about having wet dreams, a boy can't help it. He has no control over it... Almost all boys normally experience them at some time during puberty and even as adults... and that Phillipa, is all about puberty in boys... and now you know nearly as much as we do..." she grinned. "What do you say?"

"Th-thank you Miss Suzanne," I replied contritely, my humiliation not ending there of course, I was still fully naked, 'sitting' on my cushion with my erection saluting the hut full of five ogling and fully clothed girls... My arousal nagging me every bit as much as my tired limbs were, all having just listened to lots of confusing, worrying and secretly arousing details about puberty... whenever that would decide to hit me.

"Don't forget to discuss his size Suzanne," Caroline added. "We still haven't learned whether Phillipa has anything to worry about... you know... whether he is a proper boy with a penis, or a girl in disguise with a dinky little boy-clitty instead!"

Diligently, Suzanne flicked through the book, once more hiding the contents from me that might include 'girl secrets' or 'naked girls' as she sought out the chapter relating to the development of the male penis.

"Here it is, look Phillipa!" Suzanne smirked victoriously at me again as she held up a double page spread in the book. There before me, apart from the copious amounts of texts and measurements were numerous naked boys all lined up side by side... they seemed to range from age three to twenty, all standing there in age order from left to right, and standing in 'welcome' position with their arms down to their sides and hands planted flat to their upper thighs.

I blushed upon looking at the book in front of me and the detail it showed of each boy. Under each naked boy was a close up image of his penis and testicles with additional text I couldn't read from that distance, probably confirming the average size for each boy's age. I did notice that all of the boys on that spread were uncircumcised.

"There's too many boys on this spread for us to name them all, but 'Peter' is right here! Look..." Suzanne grinned, pointing him out. "He's eleven in this picture... And here," she continued by turning the page, "are the boys who have been circumcised... That one there we call 'Danny...' He's eleven too..." I gasped at the next two page spread she showed me, another batch of boys all lined up like on the previous page with all the same details except for their lack of foreskin... Every age of boy from toddler through to adulthood had been circumcised. It was quite embarrassing to know that girls had access to all this kind of material... and even worse that they wouldn't even let me have a quick look at 'Lisa...'

"When they are born," Suzanne started to read from the book, "the average length of a boy's penis is approximately four centimetres or 1.6 inches. In 90% of newborn boys, their willy can be between 2.4 and 5.5 centimetres long, or 0.94 to 2.17 inches. Limited growth of a boy's penis occurs between birth and five years of age, and very little further growth occurs between five years and the start of puberty. The average size at the beginning of a boy's puberty is six centimetres, or 2.4 inches. The boy's penis will grow through puberty over a period of up to five years to his full adult size. W.A. Schonfeld published a penis growth curve in 1943..."

"So, when a boy hits puberty, his willy will normally be about six centimetres?" Emma confirmed proudly, looking at me with some sort of hidden approval. "Phillipa is already 7.4 centimetres and not really started puberty yet... maybe you're not so short after all!"

"Indeed," Caroline smirked... "Congratulations Phillipa... you don't have a little boy-clit after all... you are most definitely a boy!"

Looking back, I knew I should be flattered at how the girls were talking about my penis just then, but somehow, being exposed and being taught all of these new things by girls was still just so humiliating. Exciting of course, but oh so humiliating. To this day, to hear a young girl or a woman say the word 'willy' is so very charming and exciting.

"There's more..." Suzanne said, bringing the other girls, and me, back to her attention. "Don't forget, Phillipa was measured during an erection... The sizes I just mentioned are when a boy's thing is soft and floppy. And this is where it gets most interesting and fun to know..." At that point, Suzanne licked her lips as she anticipated the thorough detail she was about to reveal...

"When a boy is aged between ten and eleven, his non-erect penis length will generally be between four and seven centimetres in length... Or 1.6 to 2.5 inches long... At age twelve, a boy's willy is generally between five and eight centimetres long when soft, or between two and 3.1 inches in length. Up to two centimetres, or 0.7 inches longer by age thirteen, and by age fourteen, a boy's willy can be between six centimetres and twelve centimetres, or 2.4 to 4.7 inches long... Remember girls, those are penises that are soft... not erect..."

"So, even with a stiffy, there's still plenty of growing for Phillipa yet after all!" Natasha giggled, aiming a derisive grin at me, and especially my boy parts. God this was torture... having my privates discussed like that almost felt as though I was piece of hanging meat in a butcher's shop window...

"At the age of ten, a boy's willy, when it's stiff should be approximately 7.4 centimetres or 2.9 inches long... That's how big Phillipa is now, so he's a little behind schedule I would say!" Suzanne grinned at me before giggling along with the other girls. I couldn't stop the muscle in my crotch from flexing again nor prevent my shyly aroused tingling penis from bobbing up and down.

"At the age of eleven," she continued, "a boy's willy should be around 7.8 centimetres when erect, or 3.1 inches long. At age 12, it should be 8.6 centimetres, or 3.4 inches long when stiff! When a boy reaches thirteen years of age, his erection should measure four inches in length, or 10.1 centimetres... and an extra half inch by the time he is fourteen. By eighteen years of age, boys erections should be approximately 5.7 inches long on average, or 14.5 centimetres! Wow!"

There was much excited chatter and giggling between the girls as they discussed the numbers and vital statistics of my very own boy parts... making feel more than a little lonely and unloved as they talked about me as though I wasn't there.

"Oh there's more girls... listen," Suzanne giggled, bringing us all back to attention again. "There is no such thing as a 'normal' penis size. The size of a boy's willy depends on his genes, just like the size of his hands, feet, and eye colour. Boys must learn that penis size has nothing to do with how masculine or manly they are or their developing sexual ability... Quite often, boys will wonder if they can change the size of their penis... The simple answer is, no, they cannot. No exercises, vitamins, or changes to diet can change the size of a boy's willy or make it grow faster..."

"So what god gave you, you're stuck with Phillipa!" Anita grinned.

"Morning erections..." Suzanne continued, gleefully reading from the book. "A 'morning erection' is an erection a boy experiences when he wakes up in the morning. These erections are very common... In fact, most boys have about three to five erections each night while they sleep. They just don't know it..."

"Gosh Phillipa..." Natasha teased, "That must be so annoying, having a stiffy in your sleep like that over and over and you don't even know it! Poor boys!"

"Many boys ask if they can prevent erections from happening because of the embarrassment it causes if it's unwanted or inconvenient..." Suzanne continued, barely controlling her need to giggle as if recounting a very funny story. "Again girls, boys can't stop them happening... During puberty especially, erections just happen... There isn't much boys can do to stop them. Even thinking of the most boring things they can imagine won't help."

"Oh my gosh, that's so funny," Anita teased. "No control at all over wet dreams or erections... Bed wetters and perverts... that's all boys are! You're a naughty little bed wetter Phillipa! Bed wetter, bed wetter, bed wetter!"

"Stop it!" I said, my resolve finally snapping. "That's not true... I'm not a bed wetter or a... pervert... stop being so nasty..."

"Oooooh... touched a nerve there did I nudie boy?" she grinned wickedly.

"No more outbursts Phillipa..." Caroline said testily. "Unless you want another spanking... the least you can do is listen and understand the wonderful things that my sister is teaching you... Now I think you should apologise to Anita for your rudeness..."

"But... she called me a bed wetter!"

"No buts Phillipa... it's pretty obvious that you're not THAT kind of bed wetter... your willy can't shoot sperm yet as we discovered yesterday! Now apologise or we will spank you..."

"Grrrrr...." I grunted before reluctantly turning to look at Anita's grinning face. "I'm sorry, Miss Anita..."

"Good boy! Apology accepted..." Anita smirked victoriously, so pleased with herself for making me react to her teasing.

"Boys often ask about masturbation and what it is," Suzanne continued undeterred by the brief rebellion I made. "When a boy masturbates, he releases sexual tension... When he's mature enough, he will have what's called an ejaculation. Ejaculation is the release of semen from a boy's penis. Semen is made up of lubricating fluid and sperm.
Many boys masturbate. In fact, one study of over twenty thousand 10 to 16-year-old boys in the United Kingdom found that over 80% of boys admitted that they masturbated regularly..."

"Like I said," Anita interjected again just to tease me, "bed wetters and perverts..."

"There are many myths about masturbation. For example, some people say it will make a boy go blind, or even stop his body from growing. But there is nothing wrong with doing it as long as it doesn't become a constant desire or get in the way of other things a boy may want or need to do... such as obeying girls and admitting they're better!" Suzanne concluded, closing the book sharply and giggling at me.

"How wonderful..." Caroline said. "I think you learned a lot today didn't you Phillipa?"

"Yes, Miss Caroline," I replied quietly, my head spinning with all manner of facts and statistics. I would never remember all that, not without referring to the book of secrets some years later anyway...

"Good... well now we have more tests for you," my chubby mistress continued. "Some of them will test your performance, and some of them will test your obedience... are you going to play nicely?"

"Errm... y-yes, Miss Caroline," I replied, looking down at my captured space ships.

"Good... and yes, the final test today will be an opportunity to for you to win these back..." Caroline confirmed, reaching down from her throne menacingly to stroke her hand over the top of my prized possessions again. "First, remember yesterday when I gave you your first kiss?"

"Errm, yes..." I replied, remembering the scene vividly. How could I forget the circumstances in which it happened... "Miss Caroline..."

"Good, well today, we're going to teach you how to kiss, properly... Leave your cushion there and stand in front of me... in your 'welcome' position." Obediently, I managed to stand up properly, feeling my limbs still so very tired. I made my way to stand in front of my older mistress. I assumed the position required, upright with my hands planted squarely at my sides, highlighting the vulnerability of my naked privates.

When I was in position, Caroline stood up from her chair. With gentle confidence, she took hold of the shaft of my young erection with her hand, wrapping her fingers around it and imprisoning me in her pleasingly warm grip.

"Oohhhgghh..." I gasped as she looked into my eyes with hers. She moved her face close to mine and whispered,

"Kiss me Phillipa... give me your best kiss..."

I had never kissed a girl before... well you know, never been in a position to kiss a girl before. Yesterday, a girl had kissed me, albeit briefly... I didn't think that actually counted as kissing a girl. She initiated it, not me. Do you know what I mean? And now, a girl had asked me to kiss her... I was scared to death as she stood there in front of me, bigger and stronger than me, and holding my penis to ensure I wouldn't run away - and now she was commanding me to kiss her...

I leaned in and pecked her naively on her left chubby cheek... Blushing, I leaned back away from her, hoping I had done what was asked to her satisfaction. But as you know, when girls are in charge, it's very difficult for a boy to do right for doing wrong...

"You're eleven Phillipa, not seven!" Caroline said testily before breaking out into a fit of derisory giggles, matched by her younger sister to my right. "Kiss me properly... on the mouth... dummy!"

I swallowed and blushed again as I plucked up the courage to actually kiss a girl on the mouth... the actual mouth of a girl who was fully clothed in comparison with my total nudity and with her hand wrapped around my bare naked boy-cock. I leaned in again, licking my lips subconsciously and pressed my mouth to hers so very gently and briefly... My kiss even made that unique sound that I cannot find words to describe it as... not a 'mwah,' or a smooching sound... but kind of like when you have to kiss a relative on the cheek and it makes a kissing sound... Well, that was the sound of my kiss on Caroline's lips. Still blushing and with my heart racing, I withdrew away from her...

"Phillipa, that was very sweet, but honestly... you are eleven years old now... not nine..." Caroline smirked at my embarrassment and inexperience. "Now kiss me again... with more... passion..."

Passion? Good grief, Caroline was becoming almost charming in her chubbiness, but she was far from being my ideal kissing partner... Hell, I wanted to be in the woods playing Star Wars so much more than kissing girls... Or so I thought.

I leaned in again, closing my eyes this time, feeling the butterflies in my tummy fluttering and churning my emotions. I pressed my lips harder to hers this time... and kept them there longer, maybe a second or two and began to pull away again...

"Better... but keep doing it until I say..." she commanded, still holding my penis purposefully in her enclosed hand. I obeyed, breathed in deeply and braced myself as I leaned in... planting soft inexperienced kisses onto her lips... each kiss seemingly lasting slightly longer than the previous one.

After about seven or eight further kisses in that bout, I began to pull away. But suddenly, I felt Caroline's free hand grip the back of my head while her other one tightened around my willy...

"Mmmgghhh!" I protested as my mouth was smothered by hers. I could feel Caroline's lips part, somehow making mine do the same... "Mmmgghhh!" Our mouths were properly kissing now... only she was in control of the kiss, holding me prisoner by gripping my cock, and pulling my head tighter to hers, our mouths moving over each others... She was French kissing me... My first time.

I don't know how long 'that' kiss lasted, but it felt like a long time... It was nasty at first, feeling my saliva mix with hers as her open mouth writhed over mine... Sometimes our noses clashed and made me gasp as her mouth tried to squirm it's way back into place and covering mine... Sometimes, our teeth clattered too... I was giddy with nerves, arousal and embarrassment as she controlled me and kissed me... My face felt so warm with my blushes as I felt powerless to stop the kiss... She made me surrender...

Finally it ended, her hand left the back of my head and our mouths parted... It left me kind of feeling disappointed that it finished, feeling the cool air play across my dampened lips. My breathing was quite ragged, which surprised me... I was excited wasn't I?

"Mmmmm... good boy... very sweet," Caroline praised me, smiling and gently squeezing my penis in her hand as some kind of reward.

"Oohhhgghh... th-thank you... Miss Caroline," I replied befogged... and barely meeting her gaze.

"Now, one last kiss with me today..." she said, smiling warmly, her own excitement clear to me now looking back. Her chest was heaving as much as mine. "But this time, I want you to say, 'I'm your nudie slave boy, Miss Caroline' and then kiss me..."

Oh god... would this madness never end? I steeled myself as best I could and bit my lip before complying...

"I'm you're nudie slave boy, Miss Caroline," I whispered, feeling her gently squeeze my willy as I did so. I leaned in, parted my lips and began to kiss her mouth... the first time I 'initiated' a French kiss with a girl...

Pretty soon, she took control of the kiss from me, her free hand returning to capture the back of my head and keep me in place... right where she wanted me. This time, I felt her tongue enter my mouth, more saliva exchanged... Oh it was so intense, the feelings of excitement and arousal I had inside me as her wet, warm tongue invaded my mouth... Briefly I tried to play with her tongue, using my own. But hers was stronger and quickly suppressed mine, making me a prisoner in my own mouth... I never figured a girl could dominate a boy so easily, just with her tongue... She repeatedly let mine go free before wrestling it back into my own mouth... defeating me over and over again, overpowering and controlling me with her mouth.

"Jesus, that's been two minutes!" I heard Suzanne whisper to the other girls as our kiss came to a conclusion.

With both Caroline and myself gasping for breath in our mutual excitement, she finally broke the kiss to the sound of girlish giggling through the hut. She looked into my eyes and for once I could see some sort of approval there... Not love... not a look that said she cared for me in any way... but at least it wasn't hatred. I licked my lips subconsciously as I returned her gaze. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to feel.

"Not bad Phillipa..." she said softly, letting my penis go. "Did you enjoy that?"

"I errm..." I panted gently, trying to regain my breath and readjust my tongue. "I guess so Miss Caroline..."

"Good... well now you know how to kiss a girl properly... your next test is to kiss all the girls here in exactly the same way... including the words I told you to say... got that?"

"Wh-what?" I asked in disbelief. To kiss one girl... an older girl willing to teach me so vehemently was one thing... Now I was expected to kiss another four girls? Including the 'cruellest of the cruel' Suzanne, and her emerging sidekick Anita? Anita, who was younger than me too... God, this was crazy... But my loins demanded it... they wanted it. "You... you mean kiss all four of the other girls too? Like, that?"

"That's right Phillipa..." Caroline confirmed. "It's such a nice thing to do, like you just admitted... I know you liked it... I could tell just through your kiss how much you liked it... wrestling with my tongue and with such a stiff little willy too... Now share all that with the other girls... it's the least you can do to thank them for being so nice to you..."

Nice? Jesus...

"Oh-kay..." I relented, thinking about how I was going to complete this mission. Using my best boyish logic, I resolved to go clockwise around the room from my position in front of Caroline... The added bonus to doing it that way meant that I would get the 'cruellest of the cruel' out of the way next, and save Emma... my mysterious Star Wars 'love interest' last and definitely not least.

So I did it... I went from girl to girl, letting them take hold of my penis the way Caroline had done to keep me in place before saying 'I'm your nudie slave boy Miss Whoever' and letting them take charge of the kiss... Each girl 'tongue wrestled' in the same way too. The only girl who struggled to keep my tongue under control was Anita, but even she finally found a way to keep me prisoner in my own mouth. Another difference was when I kissed Natasha... her with braces across the front of her teeth... That sure felt different from kissing the other girls.

It was all so thrilling and scary and arousing and all very embarrassing too. But I made it...

I kissed Emma the longest. I was really starting to like her for all sorts of reasons swooning around in my head. She looked the nicest to me... I found the Mickey Mouse hair fasteners in her hair very charming and pretty looking... She smelled the nicest... she tasted the nicest and she didn't squeeze my willy too hard when she had me under control... Yeah okay, she always beat me at tongue wrestling... but unlike with the other girls where I tried my hardest to beat them, I definitely let her win... I wasn't even trying to resist. And, I just knew that she knew more about Star Wars than she was letting on to her friends.

"Good boy... all done," Caroline beamed with ongoing approval at my obedience and demeanour. "Come back here and stand in front of me again like you did before..." I quickly got into my required position, standing in front of Caroline, my hairless little boy sex still rigid and tingly in salute to my conqueress. "You've now kissed five girls Phillipa... and I can see by your little willy that you're still so very excited... We like looking at it a lot... and I'm sure we're all flattered that you have stayed fully erect for so long, including while kissing us. But tell me... out of all of the girls you have kissed, which one was your favourite..."

Well even though you know who I enjoyed kissing the most, how would you tell a room full of girls that without upsetting the other four? Like me, you would be scared of reprisals wouldn't you? A spanking? Forced masturbation? Worse even?

"Errm... Miss Caroline... they were..." I began meekly. "They were all nice I guess... I didn't have a favourite..."

"Oh come on Phillipa, don't be shy," Caroline snorted. "I know you're lying to me... A boy can't kiss five girls and not find one better or more memorable than the other... We won't be angry, we're just curious to know, just for the record. If you had the opportunity to kiss just one girl again in the hut, which one would it be?"

"Ohhh gosh..." I blustered. I really didn't want to get into trouble. My other emerging worry was, if I confessed the truth, would I then be asked who I enjoyed the least? And where would that take me, my bottom or my defenceless genitals? I looked sincerely into Caroline's eyes and then had to turn away and look hopefully at Emma before I finally spat it out... "Emma... I liked kissing Emma the best..." Immediately I blushed and looked back at Caroline and saw her laughing inside at my embarrassment and fear of my confession. "But... but... they were..."

"Awww, Phillipa liked Emma the best... how sweet of you," Caroline smirked, seemingly not offended in the slightest. "Don't be scared Phillipa... like I said earlier, we're girls, not savages... Of course you will have a favourite... we can't punish you for feeling like that, it wouldn't be fair play would it? You little silly thing... you look so scared... Now it's time for the next test... please, go back to your cushion and sit..."

I obeyed, returned to my cushion and 'sat' in the required position, ready to listen for what the next 'test' involved...

"This next test is a little more... challenging Phillipa," Caroline informed me cautiously. "We're going to see if we can make that little erection of yours disappear without touching you... and that means we have to do something that we think you may not enjoy, but at the same time, prove that you will obey girls, no matter what is asked of you... Suzanne... you first..."

I swallowed hard in my mouth... I didn't like the sound of that. But even so, it didn't affect the arousal poking out from my crotch so rudely on display. Kneeling up on my cushion with knees parted, ankles locked behind me and with my hands on my head, I watched Suzanne get up from her cushion and approach me with a devilish smirk on her face. She stood in front of me and looked down at me, emphasising the position of power she had over me and the gender I represented. I watched her curiously bend down and untie the laces to the footwear on her left foot... She was wearing white training shoes (or sneakers as you call them over pond), with three vertical red stripes... Removing her training shoe (or 'trainer' as we call them over here), I could see that her foot was tightly enclosed in a yellow ankle sock.

I thought for a moment that she was going to hit me with her trainer... bracing myself to feel pain across my face... or my shoulders... or even my cock. But I remained in place, my expression amusing her as she stood back up with her trainer in hand. She leaned forward with the shoe and brought it close up to my face... inches from my nose...

"Smell this..." she said, smirking victoriously. "Smell the inside of my shoe... worm!"
Before I could protest, Suzanne moved the foot-hole of her trainer right over my nose and mouth as I held my breath. I didn't want to do it... "Do it, smell it! Smell what a nice, clean girl smells like inside her shoe!"

'Oh god... I'm going to have to breath...' I thought in horror as I felt my breath begin to fade. I had to breath. 'This is going to be...' And then I breathed in... a big lingering inhalation of the aroma from inside Suzanne's shoe while she giggled at me. The air I was breathing in from her shoe felt warm... moist... not really nasty but made me feel kind of enclosed... almost light headed and powerless. I knew I should have been disgusted, being forced by a girl to smell the inside of her trainer.

"That's it..." she giggled. "Smell it like a good little nudie boy..." And I did... I breathed out and then in again, becoming accustomed to her scent. Kind of damp and fusty with her young female sweat, but not nasty and stinky like I would have imagined. She made me smell it for what seemed like ages before she removed it from my face and returned to her cushion. Curiously, she left her trainer off.

'Oh god... that was awful...' I thought in the fogged confusion I was feeling. 'I smelled a girl's shoe... that's... oh god... was it bad? It should have been bad...' For sure, my cock didn't think so. Just like all the girls could see, I could just tell I was still fully aroused. I guess Suzanne, the 'cruellest of the cruel' girl's shoe didn't smell that bad after all... I must have liked it. What was I becoming? 'Oh god, I think I liked it...' To smell something so, girlishly personal...

"Hmmm, still very stiff down there nudie boy!" Caroline teased, her face one of surprise and derision. "Boys really are weird... Anyhow, Natasha next..."

Yep, just like the kissing test, I now had to sniff the footwear of all four other girls in the hut... As nasty as that sounds, I quickly came to realise that these were all girls who clearly liked to keep themselves clean. For the benefit of fine detail, which I am sure you all want to know, Natasha was next, with her white and green tennis shoes. She wasn't wearing any socks...

Then came Anita, who was wearing simple black rubberised PE pumps with black ankle socks. Then there was Emma, wearing black non-brand trainers with green trim, and red ankle socks. Finally came Caroline, who I could see was not wearing socks because she wore what appeared to beach sandals.

Out of all the girls, smelling the sole-plate of Caroline's sandals was perhaps the most mature and ripe smelling of the footwear I was forced to smell. It was the cheesiest smelling shoe of all of them and if I had to pick a most unpleasant one, it would be hers. Of course, I found Emma's the most appealing of the shoes I sampled with my nose. And none of the girls put their footwear back on. Instead, the shoe was placed neatly at the side of their respective cushions.

"Gosh Phillipa," Caroline smirked at me. "Your erection is still there as bold as brass! Not what I would have expected... I guess you liked smelling our girl-shoes didn't you?"

"I don't know... Miss Caroline," I replied with confusion. "I've never done that before and it felt sort of... naughty and dirty..."

"Hmmm... but still, your cock is showing us all that you liked it... very curious indeed. So, which girl's shoe did you enjoy smelling the most?"

"Oh please Miss Caroline," I sighed. "None of them were particularly nice..."

"Well that's charming isn't it girls?" Caroline blustered, mocking me. "He doesn't seem very grateful for getting such a nice opportunity to get to know us girls better..."

"His cock is calling him a liar!" Natasha giggled.

"Very true, so tell us, if you had to choose just one shoe to smell again, who would it belong to?" Caroline pressed. I could see that naive chivalry would be pointless and so I confessed my little secret to the girls...

"Em... It would be Emma's shoe," I blushed. "I liked that one best..."

"Oooooh... bit of a pattern emerging here girls... I think Phillipa may have a little girly-boy crush on Emma over there..." Caroline giggled, along with Suzanne, Anita and Natasha. Emma however was not giggling. I looked at her and saw her frame her mouth in a week smile... she was blushing and trying damned hard to hide it. I hoped I wasn't going to get into trouble with Emma.

"Is that what you've got Phillipa? A girly-crush on Emma?" Suzanne teased me cruelly, forcing me into a metaphorical corner. I looked at her and begged her silently to stop teasing me. There was no escape, only when the girls permitted it, or moved on.

"Please stop teasing me Miss Suzanne... I'm a boy..." I whimpered meekly. "I'm a boy..."

"Awww, look at him blushing again... His body tells us so much about him... just like the Big Book of Boy Secrets confirms!" Caroline said. "But no time to dawdle, it's time for the next test, which builds a little on what you have just done... We're still trying to get rid of that erection for you without touching you... For this test, move your cushion into the centre of the room and into 'play time' position..."

I obeyed, and lay down with my bottom on the cushion, my knees bent to make the soles of my feet touch each other and with my hands resting at the top of my head. Laying there, I pondered my fate. Soon, Caroline appeared at my side and rested her bare naked foot on my chest.

"Now then Phillipa..." Caroline began, looking down into my eyes, her hands resting on her hips while her bare foot remained planted squarely on my equally bare chest... The imagery of her power over me was clear, even to me there and then. "Since you liked to smell the inside of our shoes so much, it's time to see just how obedient you are..." With that, she moved her foot from my chest and planted her toes onto my chin...

"Ohhhh," I gasped and felt my body tense with horror. 'Shit, what is she gonna do?' I pondered silently in my angst ridden mind.

"I want you to say, 'I'm your nudie slave boy Miss Caroline, please let me kiss your foot,'" she grinned wickedly at my quickly crumpled, horror stricken face...

"Mmmgghhh... No, please don't... I don't want to... It's naughty... it's nasty... it," I whimpered. But my protest was cut off as Caroline rubbed her foot over my chin, then over the cowering lips of my mouth and even over my nose... rubbing over and over again all over my face. I held my breath for as long as I could as I maintained the position I was in, but soon ran out of air and began to move my head from side to side to get away from her foot. 'Oh god... I've got to breath... please make it stop!'

"Say it nudie boy... and prove what a good boy you are..." Caroline said icily, finally withdrawing her foot from my face to rest on my chin. I gasped for air quickly and looked up at her again, tears in my eyes, begging her not to humiliate me further like that. "Do it... I know you want to... you're little willy is still so stiff, isn't it? You like being part of our club as our nudie slave boy... we're girls and we can tell..."

"Oh god... no... I... errm... No! I shouldn't... Please Miss C-Caroline..." I said solemnly, thinking quickly about my options. There were none for me at that point. "I'm... you're nudie slave boy Miss... Caroline... please let me... kiss, your foot..."

"Mmmm... of course..." Caroline beamed, pleased with my submission, and as before, she moved her foot back onto my face, covering my lips and my nose. "Smell my foot... kiss it... all over... nudie... BOY..."

I breathed in, my nostrils filling with her young female foot aroma... sweaty, almost cheesy... And to my surprise, not quite as nasty as I had worried myself about. It wasn't nice... but it wasn't totally repellent. To my young pre-pubescent mind, it held a mysterious erotica to it... being dominated in this way, being fully naked while a girl rubbed her foot all over my face... making me smell her...

I pursed my lips and began to kiss her foot... all along the underside over her sole and her heal as she moved her foot over my mouth... Once more, I was finding that a girl was in control of this kiss too... moving her foot over my mouth and nose, resting different areas of her foot over my lips and not moving on until I kissed that chosen spot.

"Now... m-my toes..." Caroline said softly, her voice wavering with her own excitement. "Kiss my toes... and lick them..." Before I could protest, I felt myself swallow hard and take another deep breath, my heart pumping hard in my chest, my penis still rock hard. With my deep breath, Caroline moved her foot and rubbed over my lips with her toes... I kissed them all softly with natural obedience. I could hear the pleasure in her gasps... Then finally, she wriggled her big toe over my lips and expertly prised them apart... "Lick me..."

Somehow, my senses seemed to blot out the rest of the hut... it kind of felt like it was just me and Caroline... her toe pushing into my mouth... my vision filled with her toe... beyond it, the remainder of her naked foot... then further away, her ankle, and her leg... My focus was purely on her toe... and the task I had been commanded to perform...

"Mmmgghhh..." I grunted weakly as my tongue made contact with her big toe... It was so humiliating and nasty... being forced to kiss her in this way... to lick her toe. It was salty from her young teenage girl sweat... it was tangy... it was very embarrassing. There were bits of fluff and lord knows what that had been on the floor of the hut too that I could feel with my tongue... It wasn't nice... but the muscle at the base of my cock betrayed my thoughts... it was exciting to be doing it... Somehow it was exciting for me... She was commanding me, and I was obeying her.

"Good boy," Caroline praised me softly with approval. I was making her feel good. "Mmmm..."

My tongue tentatively licked over her toe again... feeling her push a little further into my mouth, making sure my tongue touched all over it... under, over... into the crevice between her big toe and it's adjacent sister... my senses detected that it was warmer in that gap... more moist... more tangy and salty... And so she proceeded to make me lick all of the toes of her bare foot in the same way...

When she finally removed the toes from my mouth and returned to her garden chair 'throne,' I became aware of the girlish whispering and chatter amongst the other girls bringing me back to my embarrassed reality. It hadn't been the most pleasant thing I had ever done up to that point, but my genitals were still betraying me as a result of that cursed drink, unknown to me at the time.

I tried to lick my lips clean of any remaining trace of Caroline's invasive foot and toes, finding my mouth to be quite dry and my throat a little tickly. I nearly coughed, but managed to hold out, relieved to be breathing much fresher air, scented by the potpourri.

"You did well Phillipa..." Caroline said, her plump bottom wriggling on the chair to re-gain her comfort. "Now you're really learning what it's all about to be a boy in the Langton Magna Girls' Club... it's not so bad is it Phillipa, hmmm? You're having fun with the girls aren't you?"

"Errmm... I guess so, Miss Caroline," I replied quietly, lying to myself and to the girls. I really didn't enjoy what had just happened, despite my obvious excitement. I had just smelled, kissed and licked a girl's foot and toes. All because I was a boy and she was a girl and commanded me to do it...

"Good... and now it's Suzanne's turn... like before, say the words, and then worship her foot like you did to mine..."

"Yippee!" Suzanne proclaimed, up off her cushion like a shot, ever keen to exercise her authority and dominance over me just because I was a boy. I didn't realise it, but the girls were showing me more and more about my young male body, and what they could do to me to make me obey them because of my sexual arousal... drink or no drink... When I was erect... I would do just about anything... More than I had ever even imagined myself doing with my very limited experience of girls and my own immature private parts. I just didn't have a clue... but the girls knew so much.

Suzanne approached me, just like her older sister had done, and planted the toes of her foot right onto my chin. What differed this time was that she was still wearing her yellow ankle sock... Somehow, inside her sock, her foot seemed so demurely defined... almost alluring... Suzanne... the 'cruellest of the cruel,' with an appealing foot? God, what was happening to me?

"You have a sock on..." I said dumbly, looking up into her grinning face.

"That's right nudie boy..." she teased, moving her foot, encased in that pretty little ankle sock all over my face, copying what her sister had done... "Breath in... smell my foot... a girl's foot... I just know I'm gonna be your favourite this time... Mmmm, this is so much fun... isn't it?"

"Mmmmggghhh..." I whimpered as I submitted to her, smelling her foot inside it's sock... learning more about the warmth of her foot... the intimate and private aromas of her foot... I had to admit, as the material of her sock rubbed over my mouth and nose, the material tickling me to almost want to sneeze, she somehow seemed sweeter smelling than her older sister... I had accepted my role...

"You may take off my sock Phillipa... with your hands... do it!" she commanded eagerly, removing her foot to rest her toes on my chin like before. With chest heaving from my nervous excitement, I completed her command quickly, before placing my hands back in position above my head... I stared intently at her newly naked foot, hovering above my face. "Now look into my eyes and tell me what you are and what you would like to do with my foot..."

"Ohhhh..." I let out weakly, resigned to my fate... I knew I was going to have to do this for all five girls... "Please Miss Suzanne... I'm... you're nudie slave boy... please let me... kiss, your foot..."

"But why does little Phillipa the nudie boy want to kiss this foot?" she teased, letting the sole of her foot 'kiss' down onto my lips before lifting it up again out of reach.

"B... because," I began breathlessly, hating myself for what I was about to say... I knew that cruel Suzanne would want me to say something treacherous to my very sex. "Because you're a girl and you're better than boys in every way..."

"Good girl Phillipa... that's exactly right!" she teased, smirking at me wickedly. "Good girl..."

"Hey! I'm not a g-ggghhhhhh," I tried to protest, but found myself quickly smothered by the dainty, sweet smelling foot of eleven year old Suzanne... Like before, I was made to smell her foot... kiss it all over and lick her toes too... even in between each one, like I was performing some sort of tongue bath. I imagined myself to be licking and almost sucking slightly salted peanuts at Christmas time. Of course, being so naked and erect, lying there in position in front of the rest of the girls in the club, it was just as humiliating as it was with the first girl, while she dominated me with her bare naked foot and toes. But somehow more palatable and more, exciting too. Was I really becoming a foot lover?

And then came Natasha... another girl without socks... followed by her younger sister, Anita... just ten years old and making a boy worship her foot after first being required to remove her black ankle sock with his teeth...

"You bite my toes and I'll cut off your dumb little gooly!" Anita had threatened me with an evil grin of superiority after she had instructed me to remove her sock.

"Yes Miss Anita," I replied with obvious fear. Being only eleven, I had no reason to doubt her threat as being possible or whether the girls really would be that cruel. I mean, even if I accidentally bit her toes, it would never have been a hard bite... But I was suitably cautious.

Then there was Emma... her red ankle sock hiding her delicate and girlish foot... Unlike the other girls, she actually removed her own sock, thrillingly revealing her neatly applied maroon coloured nail varnish... I was then required to say the fateful words about being her nudie slave boy and asking to kiss her foot. By that time, if I didn't already feel a sense of belonging to all of the girls, I certainly did feel it with Emma. Her foot and her toes received the most willing of my attention. I actually found myself sucking on them like little dainty sweets that never shrank or dissolved.

And of course, given how the tests had panned out previously, Caroline ordered me back into place on my cushion in 'welcome' position and tell the 'congregation' which my favourite foot was... I had found the older girls in Caroline and Natasha to possess a much stronger aroma and taste, possibly as a result of them being older, sweatier or even because they were bare foot inside their trainer or sandal. Anita was in third place in this particular league, with both Emma and Suzanne (surprisingly, given her rampant cruelty and teasing) very closely matched in the top two places. I didn't want to give Suzanne the satisfaction of a test win, so I lied a little (just a little) and confirmed Emma as my favourite.

The hut giggled in playful uniformity apart from me and Emma. She was blushing again, but at least she didn't give me an evil look. I was hoping that she would be quite flattered... after all, I felt as though I wanted to be with her... wanted to talk to her in private. Okay, I wanted a chance to be her boyfriend. I recognise the signs now.

As the excited chatter amongst the girls continued in front of me, and of course, my stiff little hairless pecker confirmed to the girls that I was still very excited, I found my arms and legs to be quite heavy and requiring conscious effort for me to stand up in that position. I was tired and wanted lie down on my own bed, in my own comfortable surroundings... But the girls were not finished with me yet.

"Right then Phillipa," Caroline announced, bringing us all back to order. "I promised you the chance to win all your spaceships and... dolls, back from us earlier and it's now time for your final test... so are you ready to play?"

"Y-es Miss Caroline... yes please!" I replied brightly, still very naive. I didn't know what it was that I would have to play, but the carrot on the end of the stick was to win back all my toys so I could get on with my adventures. Those same adventures seemed so very far away from me as I stood there fully naked in a hut full of five fully clothed girls all looking at me and my private parts.

"Good... Emma, Natasha... bring one of the chests to the centre of the hut. That will be our game table." With that, the two girls moved one of the wooden toy chests to the middle of the room as requested and then, as if in rehearsed symmetry, placed two cushions down on the floor... one each side of the chest, ready for opponents to face each other.

"Who rules Phillipa? Boys, or girls..." Caroline asked me calmly. I sensed her testing me and thought this was part of the game and keenly played along with my... ahem, new beliefs.

"Girls... naturally," I replied, trying to be a good boy.

"In every way? Do you really mean that Phillipa?" she questioned further. "I mean... doesn't part of you still believe that boys are better at some things? Like playing certain games... or sports?"

"I errm... I don't know," I replied in confusion. Was she trying to catch me out? It was all very embarrassing to be talking about this... but it felt kinky too. Almost exciting to be talking about the failures and weaknesses of my gender, and admitting them to girls. "Maybe boys are better at cricket... and soccer... and rugby... and hockey... and..."

"Bollocks!" Suzanne and Anita called out at the same time. Suzanne explained, "Girls are definitely better at hockey... Believe me, our girls team have played the boys lots of times and it's no contest really... like lambs to the slaughter!"

"Yeah, boys are only good at one thing... and that's wanking!" Anita teased, making me blush and look down at the floor. Remembering that was against the rules, I looked over at Emma to see her trying to conceal a smirk before shrugging her shoulders briefly.

"Stop it!" I protested. "Stop being so nasty..."

"Are you going to make me?" she mocked, planting her feet firmly astride and her hands resting at her hips. She was challenging me. "Nudie boy..."

"I don't hit girls..." I replied truthfully, despite the temptation there and then. And then maybe my tone became a little arrogant... and overconfident. Swiss cheese anyone? "But I do know that boys are stronger than girls... okay, maybe I'm not stronger than Caroline, but... but I bet I'm stronger than the rest of you!"

"Well now you'll get the chance to show it Phillipa... once and for all... put us girls in our place!" Caroline smiled wickedly at me, then looked down at my toys at the side of her chair. "It's time for a little battle of the sexes... and it's going to be so much fun..." Her confident smile made me swallow hard... a feeling of having made a regretful mistake washed through me. "We've tested your kissing performance... tested your obedience... and now it's time to test your strength... boy versus girl..."

"Cool!" Anita giggled and shared a smile with an equally grinning and confident looking Suzanne.

"We're each going to arm-wrestle you..." Caroline continued. "One after the other... to find out who is stronger, boys... or girls. Still want to play, or are you going to chicken out and admit defeat right now?"

"No way! I'm not chicken... I'm gonna play... and I'm gonna win!" I replied quickly, my boyish bravado rising to the challenge to defend my honour. I had confidence again. The promise of retrieving my Star Wars stuff was driving me forward, even in my nudity. "So I get my Star Wars stuff back if I beat you all?"

"Actually... we'll give you much more than that," Caroline said, her words confusing me. I only really wanted my ships and figures back. "If you manage to beat ALL of us girls, of course, you can have all of your toys back, and you never have to come back here again... unless you want to..."

"Wow, I'd be free to go?" I gasped with delight, something inside me telling me that I wouldn't be able to stay away for too long... I curiously found myself wanting to feel a girl make me have that 'cum' feeling in my cock again. To make me orgasm lots of times... even if that meant coming back to the hut another time... or lots of times.

"Yes... but once you're dressed, and before you leave, there's another prize waiting for you first... Because your favourite girl appears to be Emma, she will have to strip naked right here in front of you and let you stare at her bare naked boobs and fanny for two full minutes... You can even ask her to sit or stand in any position you wish... you can even make her pull her fanny lips apart for you to see up inside... But no touching... I'm sure she would let you kiss her again though... how about that? Are we kind to you or what?"

"What? I... errm..." I began, another glorious carrot now being dangled in front of me... "I don't believe it..." I had no choice but to look over at Emma, a little concerned that she would hate me for making her my favourite and putting her in great danger of having to strip naked in front of a boy like me. After holding pretty much all the power over me, surely it would be horrifying to have to do that in front of a newly freed 'slave boy...' But she looked calm and even smiled slightly at me before shrugging her shoulders again.

"It's true... all of it," Caroline confirmed, noting my confidence waiver at the escalation of what was at stake. An opportunity to win all my stuff back... to be set free and the chance to see a real live naked girl for two full minutes. What eleven year old boy wouldn't want to see that? Well, maybe a gay one... but even so... I really, really wanted to win. And then Caroline reminded me of the challenge ahead of me... "But only if you beat ALL of us girls."

"Oh..."

"If one of us beats you... then Emma can relax and stay fully clothed, but that's not the end of the game. If you beat any one of us girls, we'll show you some of the pictures of naked girls in the 'Big Book of Boy Secrets,' and you'll get some of your stuff back, but you would have to come back and attend Girls' Club again for the opportunity to get the rest back..."

"But..." I paused, now becoming quite worried that I might not beat all the girls... I mean, Caroline had proven to be stronger than me the day before. My confidence continued to drain away, as though my mind recalled just how devious and calculating the girls were in their dealings with me. It was never going to be that easy for me was it? I was angry at myself for even getting my hopes up. The prizes were just too big... the stakes so high. But I couldn't back down. I was a boy... and still just about proud of it. "What if..."

"What if you lose to every girl?" Caroline smirked, seeing my confidence evaporate in front of her very eyes. I couldn't answer, only bite my lip nervously and nod my head, seeking an answer from her. "Well, because we're girls and not monsters... I'll let you leave here with some of your stuff... of MY choosing... But, you would also have to perform a forfeit..."

"What forfeit?" I asked nervously, shifting from foot to foot.

"I haven't thought of it yet..." Caroline replied sharply. "Anyway, like you said so confidently, you're going to beat us all aren't you? So there is no need for you to worry about that is there?" I didn't reply or nod my head.

'I have a bad feeling about this...' I thought silently, the voice of Han Solo cautioning me.

"Okay, so the order will be me," Caroline continued, "then Natasha... then Emma, then Suzanne and finally Anita..." I see the tactic now many years on... The drink I had would still have it's obvious effects on my limbs... a kind of 'get out of jail free' card for girls if you like. But the oldest and strongest girls were going to go first against me, wearing me down so the challenge I put up against the weaker, younger girls would diminish quickly with every girl I faced.

I watched Caroline get into position, kneeling down on her cushion on the opposite side of the flat topped old wooden toy chest. She beckoned for me to kneel up on the cushion on the opposite side to her and I saw her plant her elbow down on the table before me... Chubby Miss Caroline... her girl's arm seemed to dwarf mine as I nervously planted my own elbow onto the top of the chest.

"Anita... since you'll be going last against him... you say when to 'go' and keep score... okay?"

"Yep! I can't wait!" the younger girl beamed. Soon after, she gripped my hand in hers in the textbook arm-wrestle match starting position...

"Ready to lose, nudie boy?" Caroline smirked, teasing me and ramping up the pressure on me... the one single representative of my gender in the hut... To me, it felt as though I had the weight of confident expectation of all the boys around the world on my shoulders... My heart beat hard in my chest... my breathing increased and I gently nodded my head... Game on...

"Okay... three... two... one..." Anita counted down slowly and dramatically... "GO!"

Caroline and I instantly gripped hands tightly as the match started... I could tell right away that I was going to be in trouble... As if my limb wasn't aching enough as it was because of that laced drink, I could feel that Caroline's grip, being older than me, was stronger than mine... I gulped and closed my eyes as I heard the girls cheering Caroline on... I cleared my mind and thought about the dark side and the light side of the force... imagining Miss Caroline duelling against me with a lightsabre... Her blade was pink... mine was blue... girl against boy...

'The dark side of the force, girls use... dangerous foes, they are...' I heard Yoda speak to me in my mind...

'Is the dark side stronger?' I asked, but with the voice of Luke Skywalker...

'No... but more devious and more cunning... easier to find, the dark side is... Be mindful of what you have learned... save you it can...'

And with that, the girlish cheering re-focussed my attention on the battle I was engaged in... It wasn't really a battle though... deep down I knew I had lost this first match... Caroline was too strong... I just couldn't budge her hand... and after what was only maybe ten or fifteen seconds, I noticed my hand was frustratingly being forced down towards the table. She just smiled and wore a calm expression on her face. There was nothing I could do. She slowed down... teasing with me with how easily she was controlling me with her hand and arm... I could see that she was enjoying the sight of me squirming and still trying my hardest to reverse the inevitable defeat I was about to suffer... But it was hopeless... I was just wasting what energy I had left... With a girlishly gentle touch down, she forced my hand to the table and won the match, much to the jubilation of the four other girls...

"Looks like you're safe Emma..." Caroline giggled.

"Like I was worried..." Emma smiled, though obviously sighing with some relief.

"Yay!" beamed Anita... "That means it's Girls one, Boys nil..."

Damn it... I lost so easily... I had no power... no force... Even Master Yoda couldn't help. I had already lost the opportunity to win back all my stuff, and to see Emma strip naked... But now I was playing for pride... I could still beat four girls, get some of my stuff back and look at some pictures of naked girls in the 'Big Book of Boy Secrets...'

"Natasha, you're next..." Caroline confirmed, and allowed the next oldest girl to take her position on the cushion opposite mine... As Natasha moved into place, Caroline turned to speak to me... "Oh well... you did okay... for a boy! And you still have plenty to play for nudie boy..."

I looked across the makeshift table top at Natasha and she was already in position, wriggling her fingers and anxious to crack on with our bout. I locked my hand in hers, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin. She gripped me tight and raised her eyebrows at me...

"Ready to lose another, nudie boy?" she taunted, licking her lips suggestively at me.

"You'll lose!" I replied testily, the taunting starting to affect me like my physical tiredness was.

"Ready? Three... two... one... GO!" Anita announced, and the second match was on...

Natasha was twelve and only a year ahead of me and I was keen to get a score on the board for all of the boys around the world, and avoid that forfeit that had been mentioned... I wanted to look at those nude pictures of girls too... So I started pushing with all my strength... I started to feel relieved as I had her arm about 1/2 the way down to the table... Relentless, I heard both Anita and Suzanne urging my female opponent to beat me.

"Come on 'Tash... show him who the stronger sex is!" Anita jeered.

"Yeah... come on... it's only a boy!" Suzanne added. "A pervy bed wetter!"

"Ggghhhhhh..." I blustered with the force I was putting in. I had Natasha almost beaten...

But then I looked at her arm and I could tell she wasn't trying her hardest. She suddenly tensed up her arm, and she started pushing mine back upright... She didn't stop... I could feel her power... Her hand gripped mine harder... and her dark side of the Force pushed my hand over the top and easily down the other side towards the table... I couldn't hold her back... I couldn't stop her...

<thud> My hand hit the table... forced downward by Natasha's strength and resolve. It had taken her less than twenty seconds. Again, I had been beaten by a girl... albeit two older girls... I still blushed in defeat, my heart sinking...

"Yay! That makes it Girls two... Boys nil!" Anita chimed victoriously. Her older sister had just proven too strong for me in an arm-wrestling match and Natasha herself made a face that pretended to look sorry for me, but wasn't... This was getting serious... and getting more humiliating by the second... I made my hands into fists and squeezed, trying to encourage myself to make sure I won the next match. Surely I had to beat at least one girl... surely...

"Emma next," Caroline announced, as Natasha vacated the cushion and was replaced by 'my Princess...' I looked into her eyes as she kneeled down on her cushion on the opposite side of the toy chest and deployed her elbow onto the top waiting for me to lock my hand in hers. She looked so calm and beautiful and... well, girlishly pretty.

I gulped and maintained eye contact with her as I put my elbow back onto the table and finally locked hands with her, gently at first. Her hand was even soft than Natasha's had been... somehow inviting. I imagined what it would feel like if I lost this arm-wrestling match to her... What would it mean and how would it make me feel?

Having already been beaten by two girls... older girls... those defeats didn't quite feel as bad as they could have... But now, I was up against a girl I liked... and who was the same age as me... If I lost to Emma... it would mean I was weaker than her... I wanted to be strong for her... to impress her... But if I lost, then I worried that I would lose all credibility... and another chance lost to see those pictures in that mysterious book. For some reason, I felt as though this battle was the first I would realistically have been expected to win... a boy being the favourite to beat a girl his own age at arm-wrestling. My willy responded and flinched with excitement as I briefly thought about losing to another girl. As embarrassing as it would be, it made me feel... naughty, excited... kinky even. I knew I would be teased...

I felt Emma's grip tighten slightly and she smiled slightly at me... My heart began racing again and I felt kind of giddy in my tummy. In my mind, I imagined her saying;

'The Force is with ME, fly boy... you must use the Force too... Show me how good you can be... I'm only a girl... If you can beat me, I'll show you all those pictures as your reward...'

"Good luck... nerf herder!" Emma said, coyly winking at me and flexing her grip of my hand... "I'm gonna make it three..." I frowned hard and my mouth opened ready to retort with as smart a response as I could. But nothing came out... and before I could respond with anything cohesive, Anita brought the match to starter's orders.

"Ready? Three... Two... One... GO!"

Because of Emma's playful teasing and my desire to beat her and show her that I wasn't just some dumb weakling, I started stronger than in the previous two matches. I noticed a kind of startled look of surprise on her face, and looked down to see that I had moved her arm back two or three inches straight away.

But my arm was pretty tired from the effects of the drink that Emma had given me earlier and of course, my sapped energy from the previous two matches. She could see in my face and feel the way I held her hand as we duelled there that my energy was waning quickly. A look of determination came over her face, and she slowly reversed me back to the upright position we had been in before the match started.

Soon, she was pushing my arm over the top, and now I was the one with the growing disadvantage. First one inch, then two, then three... We had only been arm-wrestling for fifteen to twenty seconds. Emma was staring at my face as I tried to fight her and when I looked at her, she was smiling mischievously as though she already knew that she had me beaten. She was definitely the one on top now and had the match under control.

I was really straining hard against her, but I could only sense my own weakening continue as my energy leaked away.

'Oh god no!' I called out in my mind, my heart sinking with shame and fear. 'Emma's gonna beat me too... Please let me beat her... Awwww, it's no use... she's gonna beat me... Girls are winning... girls are better... Nooooo! I'm so ashamed... I'm so tingly. MUMMY MAKE THEM STOP!'

"Go on Emma, that a girl! Beat his pants off!" Anita cheered excitedly.

"He's already naked, look!" Suzanne reminded her cruel young friend. "Even getting beaten by girls doesn't make his stiffy go away..."

"It's a sign that he likes it..." Caroline said quickly as my arm continued to descend towards the table under the control of Emma's. "The book of secrets states that if a boy stays erect like that... then he likes it... he's excited by it..."

"Conquer him Emma! Do it!" Natasha added. "He's really weak!"

I was breathing hard with my exertion and I must have been blushing because I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I really didn't want to get beaten again by any girl... especially Emma... I was really falling for her.

Her pace quickened and I just had no energy left to try and overcome the deficit she had forced on me. I shut my eyes and felt resigned to it happening again...

<thud> My hand was planted firmly to the table by another girl... another victorious girl. I was so embarrassed. I felt pathetic and weak that I couldn't even beat an eleven year old girl... my own age at arm-wrestling. My ability to use the Force was somehow diminished right there in the Girls' Club hut.

"Yay, you did it too Emma!" Anita continued to gleefully celebrate the ongoing crusade of female supremacy in the hut. "That makes it Girls three... BOYS nil!"

"Oh god... I feel so..." I stammered quietly. I really didn't feel too good right then. But my humiliation was a long way from being complete.

"Don't feel bad Phillipa..." Emma said, her voice echoing into my mind from across the other side and invading my thoughts. "Remember the Big Book of Boy Secrets reveals that girls mature faster and quite often, we're bigger and stronger than boys... It's quite natural really..." She squeezed my hand softly before letting it go.

"It's just the truth sinking in and hurting him Emma," Caroline said smiling confidently at me and my embarrassment. "Just as I thought, deep down, part of him is still certain that boys are better... We're proving to him that it's not the case... Despite everything I've read about boys, seen about boys and done with boys... getting beaten by a girl for some reason is the WORST feeling for a boy... It's like a badge of shame for a boy... Whether it be in a school test, a board game, an arm-wrestling match or even a full on punch-out fight... to be beaten by a girl feels so un-natural to him. And threatening... But it really is natural. And some boys secretly like it... boys who get beaten and yet cannot lose their erection... isn't that so Phillipa? You like it don't you?"

"No way... I want it to go away but I can't help it!" I replied desperately. "I can't stop it..."

"Awww, Phillipa can't control her little winkle!" Anita teased wickedly.

"Stop it! Stop saying that... I'm not a girl... you can all see I'm NOT a GIRL! Stop calling me a GIRL!" I snapped... wanting just to go home and lie down. I felt drained, sore and pathetic. Beaten. Inferior. Yes... confused and secretly excited too.

"Don't be so snappy Phillipa, or we'll have to resort to the slipper won't we?"

"Sorry, Miss Caroline," I relented quietly.

"That's better, and yes, we can all see you're really a boy... despite being a 'junior' member of our Club. And you still have two more chances to win back some of your stuff and look at the naked girls in our book... Are you man enough to keep playing?"

"Y-yes," I replied quietly. "Miss Caroline." But there was no confidence now.

"Good... then Suzanne... it's your turn to arm-wrestle Phillipa..."

I really didn't want to look, but my curiosity was strong as I watched a supremely confident Suzanne kneel down on the cushion on the opposite side of the flat topped wooden toy chest and present her arm. I locked my hand in hers and stared into her eyes... This was the cruellest of the girls I had come across so far... and I would have liked nothing more than to beat her quickly. I cautioned myself as 'revenge' was a quick path towards the dark side of the Force. I just wanted justice...

"Girls are stronger than boys Phillipa..." Suzanne whispered to me across the table and then grinned wickedly at me. "You'll always remember it after today..." I squeezed her hand hard to try and demonstrate that it wasn't true and to maybe surprise her into making a mistake.

"Ready?" Anita asked... "Three, Two, One... GO!"

I would really like to say that I was able to put up a good account of myself and totally destroy Suzanne in the arm-wrestling tournament. But by now, I was feeling really achy in my arm and had very little energy to spare in such exerting combat. I was now finding out that girls had superior tactics... even if they might not actually... truthfully... be stronger than boys they faced.

Our mutual hand grip tightened and right away, when Anita had called 'go,' Suzanne wanted me down real quick. I could see it in her face and feel it in her grip. She quickly turned my wrist slightly... enough to give her more leverage than I could get in that position... It was an uncomfortable hold she had on me, and I winced and grimaced and grunted as I strained. But she powered my arm so fast to the table... I was about to be conquered by a girl again before I even really had chance to start...

<THUD> the loudest touch down to the table so far... The whole thing couldn't have lasted more than a couple of seconds. In fact, none of the other girls had time to start cheering for Suzanne. It was surreal... it was humiliating. I was beaten again.

"Wow Suzanne!" Anita giggled. "You showed him real good! And that means it's now Girls four... Boys nil!"

"All too easy!" Suzanne giggled as she got up from her cushion. The glow of shame increased the temperature I could feel in my cheeks, and right then... having been beaten by the cruellest girl in the group, I also felt the tears starting to well up at the sides of my eyes. I felt so hopeless and helpless in the storm of young, rampant and confident juvenile feminism. My waning beliefs of male supremacy were being further eroded by this latest test... Even feelings of hoping to gain parity or equality with girls, was being bypassed totally by my continued humiliations... But my eager young cock still tingled... it still betrayed me, poking out so brazenly from my hairless groin... ever saluting the young females in command of it.

What I needed was a cuddle or a hug from somebody, to tell me everything was really alright in the world... even in the world of this hut. But I was a long way away from such compassion it seemed. Only sexual arousal that I couldn't explain... Being humiliated and abused and beaten by the girls... had made my cock stiff... It was all keeping my cock stiff. I couldn't control it... I couldn't stop it... but the girls seemed to have all the answers. I was their puppet. An anatomically correct, boy-shaped puppet through which they could exert and prove their young female dominance and superiority. In every way imaginable.

Looking back... the sexual feelings I had there in the hut could only be resolved with one thing... an orgasmic climax... But being eleven, despite everything I had been shown the day before by Caroline and my own fumblings on my bed, I hadn't fully put the two different twos together to make four.

"Okay, final chance Phillipa... Surely you can beat little Anita... she's only ten!" Caroline said mirthfully. I gulped and swallowed hard, rubbing my eyes to fend off the threat of tears. "I'll count you guys down this time..." I planted my arm slowly on the makeshift table top and prepared myself for this crucial, final battle against a younger girl. I knew I was so weakened now... my stomach churned with a fear of the inevitable... I just knew I was going to pay a forfeit. Kind of like a Force vision of the future... I could only imagine what the forfeit would be... no doubt embarrassing.

When I re-focussed from my thoughts, I could see Anita grinning back at me as she took a confident, firm grip of my hand in the starting position before we fought. Anita leaned forward a little and whispered;

"When I beat you... that'll be five-nil to us girls... You know we'll make you admit that girls are stronger, don't you?" I frowned at her to let her know that I was not happy about that. But that just seemed to spur her on and she squeezed my hand... tight. "I'm gonna make you admit it! In front of all the girls!"

"Shut up!" I grizzled to her under my breath, sneering as menacingly as I could and tried in vain to match her squeeze.

"Ready? Remember Phillipa... best girl wins!" Caroline sniggered, making the other girls giggle along with her. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for whatever fate had in store. Golly, my arm ached... it had been through so much already... but now, it was just me against a ten year old girl... she was all I had to defeat in order to spare my honour as an eleven year old boy...

"Three... Two... One... GO!" Caroline said loudly, spurring Anita and I into our duel of the fates. My mind pictured her clashing her pink light sabre against the light blue coloured sabre blade of my own...

The match started tentatively, with neither of us putting any real strain on our opponent. That said, like Suzanne before her, she twisted my wrist slightly to make sure that she had superior leverage and demonstrating clear and well practiced tactics.
Anita gradually eased herself into control of the match... and I was both embarrassed and scared to admit that she felt stronger than I anticipated or had allowed myself to believe.

At first she was very cautious... defensive... alternately pushing and pulling me forward and back, as though she were afraid to let loose fully too soon. Still, some of her pushing spurts showed a lot of power, which I was not sure I could fully match. She wriggled and pushed me over by a couple of inches while I just tried to match her as best I could until she settled down... After about 10 or 15 seconds into the bout, she did settle down. Like some of the other girls, I am inclined to believe that she was just testing me out, or even toying me. That would be just like her, to tease me.

When I strengthened slightly against her grip, I managed to bring her arm back upright... Anita realised that I was still serious and eager to fight it out and prove myself against at least one girl... The youngest, weakest girl... And she followed suit to overcome me and keep me under control... That's when the match really started...

"Come on 'Nita..." Natasha called out... "Whitewash the little nudie boy!"

"Yeah," Suzanne cheered with excitement. "Show him that you can beat him easily too! Make him cry! I love seeing boys cry..."

Our hands actually began to shake from the strain made by us both, but neither of us gained any significant advantage over the other. Unless of course, Anita was holding herself back again. About 25 seconds into the match, I felt her increase her pressure against me again, and she wrestled my arm forward about two inches off centre to her advantage. I managed to stop her at that point, but before I could see if I had enough power left to reverse the deficit, Anita again slowly increased her pressure on my arm... keeping me in place... and then pushing me down further.

I now realised that I had reached my peak of energy for that spurt, and for the fight... My heart sank... my humiliation was about to be completed... I knew I was going to lose... I could feel it... I could see it. Our arms were quivering from the strain, and, at about forty seconds into the match, I felt my arm losing ground... unable to stop it.

I looked at her at saw her wink at me... my arm was halfway to defeat, and I felt her weaken her grip a little...

'Come on...' I thought to myself, the voice of Luke Skywalker loud and clear. 'Use the Force... she's weakening... just in time... just hang on! The Force will be with you, always...' I managed to hold her for several seconds at that plateau. I got kind of a burst of adrenalin, and actually managed to move her arm back up slightly...

But she had tricked me... and she turned the screw on me. A final burst of strength from within her modest, pre-pubescent girl's arm overcame mine. She stopped my recovery before it even got started... My arm was frozen halfway to defeat... For several seconds we held this position... her grin widening... she knew she had me and was enjoying my visible turmoil. She could read my face and imagine clearly the horror and shame I was feeling in my thoughts... She had beaten boys before and knew only too well what a boy would be thinking right then... as he was slowly, decisively being beaten by a girl.

My face flushed crimson with shame, dejection and self anger.

"Gggghhhhhh!" I grumbled as I tried my hardest to prevent the inevitable. My cock muscles flexed and flinched beyond my control as I tried with my withering energy to stop myself from being beaten by the last remaining girl opponent. Just one win... that's all I wanted... just one... 'Please...'

With a minute gone, I had nothing more to give and my arm went limp as I surrendered. Tears crested from my eyes as I weakened. With ragged breath, I gasped and relaxed just a fraction and she put me down to the table top with a pleasing (for her) thud...

"Yay, beat you... beat you!" Anita chimed, still holding my hand in place on top of the toy chest. I closed my eyes in an attempt to block out the humiliation... I didn't care if it earned me a spanking... I wanted to run and hide. I couldn't handle what was happening as tears leaked down my cheeks...

"Anita is the winner," Caroline announced proudly. "That makes it Girls five... Boys nil..."

"Ha, every girl beat you..." Suzanne said, flexing her imaginary muscles at me. "That confirms that girls are stronger than boys!"

"Girls are stronger than boys... girls are stronger than boys!" Suzanne and Anita chanted over and over... the younger girl still holding my hand down firmly to the table.

"Stop teasing me... it's not funny!" I whined and sniffled, ashamed at my defeat by every single girl. How could I be weaker than every girl? Boys were supposed to be stronger... but I wasn't... "Let my hand go..." I tried to wriggle my hand free, but this younger girl held me still in her grip... as if I hadn't suffered enough...

"First, I want you to admit that girls are stronger than boys..." Anita grinned, smug with victory... "In fact no... Right here, in front of all the girls, I want you to say this instead, 'I'm a boy... and I admit that boys are weaker than girls...'"

Oh god... it was like being a young Jedi-boy, stripped naked and getting Force-choked into submission by an evil little girl of the Sith... and all in front of her friends... The way she said it exaggerated the horror I felt at once again having to betray my own gender... my own sex... all because a girl commanded it...

"Please don't make me..." I sniffled, looking pleadingly at her. "I... don't want it to be true..." But I felt her grip on my hand tighten harder still. It hurt! "Aggghhhh! Let me go... please!"

"I'll let you go, just as soon as you obey me and say what I told you to say..." Anita said smugly.

"Okay... okay..." I sniffled weakly, my face crimson with terror and shame. "I'm a... a boy... and I admit that boys are... <sniff> weaker than girls..."

Immediately, I felt Anita's grip fade and let my imprisoned hand go... I slumped to rest my upper body and head on the top of the toy chest, gasping with relief. It was relief, although I was also horrified at what I had just said... what I had just experienced and admitted. It was an end of the world moment. But more was to come of course... The girls were not quite finished with me were they? There was a forfeit to pay.

"Boys are weaker than girls! Boys are weaker than girls!" Suzanne and Anita started chanting again. Even Natasha joined in with this chorus, although Emma didn't... she was smiling mischievously however.

"Okay, okay... that's enough teasing you lot," Caroline interjected. "It's now time for your forfeit Phillipa... put your cushion on top of the toy chest and climb up onto it... get into 'sit' position... understood?"

"Yes, Miss Caroline," I replied and when I stood up, my arm-wrestling arm felt almost dead from pins and needles. I dutifully placed my cushion onto the top of the chest and climbed up. It was a struggle, but I made it. I was a little disoriented and unsteady as I adopted my position, trying hard not to fall off and end up in a crumpled, blushing heap with everything more on display than it already was.

Soon enough, I was kneeling up on my cushion, on top of a large, flat topped, wooden toy chest... my ankles locked one over the other, my knees apart and with my hands resting on top of my head. I was in 'sit' position... feeling very naked... very exposed... very erect... and with a semi-circle of girls now seated around me, all looking at my stiff little hairless genitals. I kind of felt like a naked boy statue on a plinth in the market square of some mysterious, 'girls only' town... After all, I was the only boy in this village... now obediently displaying himself for the pleasure of the superior... fully clothed and victorious gender...

"I am pleased to note that you have submitted to all of your tests Phillipa... however you had mixed results..." Caroline continued. "Never mind, you have done sufficiently well to earn a reward... so when we're done, you may have some of your... toys back... Though I will choose which. I know which is your favourite..." My heart sank again as I looked at her teasing me. Without saying it, I knew that Han Solo and the Millennium Falcon would remain under Girl Empire Rule...

"Now you have learned the truth that girls can beat boys quite easily, there is a forfeit for a boy who has lost five arm-wrestling matches to girls... We're not cruel or unreasonable Phillipa... and you don't leave here empty handed... but it's only fair that the winning team... us girls... get a treat for your failure... don't you think?"

"I guess so, Miss Caroline..." I said gravely. I had another bad feeling about this.

"Hmmm... so far, we have not been able to get your erection to go away... but I have an exciting plan for that right now... you'll enjoy it too, I'm sure... Yesterday, I showed you how to wank your little boy thing... and jolly good fun it was too... eh girls?" Caroline said brightly, leading to knowing giggles from both Emma and Suzanne. "And we know that you are still too immature to shoot sperm... so we only have a couple of ways to tell when you have an orgasm... or when you dry-cum... The teasing that Anita and Suzanne gave you just now has given me an idea to complete your forfeit... All boys when asked to perform... that is... to 'wank' for a girl or an audience of girls must announce their orgasm with a special phrase so we know when it is happening, and the feeling is especially good for the boy in his willy..."

"Huh?" I asked, not fully understanding.

"When that special dreamy feeling happens and you have an orgasm... you are going to announce it by saying a special catchphrase... That way, we'll know when you are feeling really good in your little boy parts! Each boy has their own catchphrase so that we can determine which boy is feeling good at any one time..."

"But I'm the only boy here... what does it matter?" I whined.

"It's in the rules dummy... and you had better do it! From now on, when you have an orgasm, you must announce it by saying 'boys are weaker than girls...' That will be your new catchphrase... got it?"

I blushed and nodded weakly, though I wanted to protest vehemently...

"Remember though... you must say it EVERY time you climax in the presence of a girl... whether she is playing with you, or you are doing it for yourself in front of any girls, like you are about to do now... Begin..."

"Begin?" I asked with nerves confusing my mind... "Begin what?"

"You dummy!" Caroline shot back testily. "That's your forfeit, and our treat... we're going to watch you wank off... and perform your new catchphrase when you're done..."

"But Miss Caroline... I've only ever done it a couple of times... like yesterday... and... and never like this before... not in front of..."

"BEGIN!" she barked, clapping her hands sharply together with an audible 'crack.'

"Oh god... yes, Miss Caroline..." I replied, flinching timidly. And slowly, I removed the hands from the top of my head and down towards my crotch... I hoped, in fear and shame that I could remember what to do... I mean... if having to masturbate your cock like that in front of a room full of fully clothed girls wasn't humiliating enough, imagine how it would feel if you then forgot how to do it and had to ask the girls for help! To beg them to show you how to do it again...

"And don't forget to skin it back... like a little boy bunny rabbit!" Anita giggled. "I wanna see it all!"

My hands were shaking and my cheeks were burning scarlet as I placed a hand around my scrotum to cup my little wrinkly ball sac firmly to stabilise myself. I reached down with my other hand to grip the shaft of my modest little hairless erection with my thumb and forefinger, just below the shrouded glans... I paused a moment or two, feeling all the eyes of the girls in the hut upon me... expectant... I felt the eyes of all the girls right around the world looking at me too... smirking at me... Watching me as though they could see every boy around the world naked and about to wank off for them at the same time too... One big giant global humiliation of the male sex...

I looked over at Emma... watching her pretty features gazing with a playful smirk on her face... musing right at my boy crotch... It made me tingle... it enhanced my excitement to see her looking at my boy parts... a bare naked submissive young boy's penis... immature... on display and with my hands about to do something really... really private, secret and naughty... Briefly, she looked up into my eyes and I saw her joy... her sense of victory over me... She then looked back down my body, to the place where I felt most naked... most humiliated...

<click> I heard from my right... Suzanne had her camera trained on me too... forever capturing my renewed debasement.

"No... I want you to look at Anita this time..." Caroline instructed, grabbing my attention... "You've had more than enough excitement with Emma today... I want you to look at Anita while you wank... It's good for a boy's first time doing it for himself in front of girls, for him to look at a girl who is younger than him... It helps the boy understand her undeniable dominance over him... just because she is a girl... Nothing to do with strength, puberty or academics... No... Anita may be younger... but she is female... and she IS superior!"

My attention switched to Anita... the youngest, second cruelest and weakest girl who had proven to be stronger than me... Her features drank in my shame as I began to gently rub my thumb and forefinger up and down along the loose skin of my erection. I was so stiff and tingly... my young immature body seeking some sort of release... It had been a long day already... my cock was speaking in a language that I still didn't understand... It wanted me to do it... to wank off there in front of all those girls and have a climax... just so it could rest... But I didn't understand it then...

My heart was racing and my breathing became more rhythmic and deep. I gripped a little tighter on my shaft and moved my thumb and forefinger more quickly... it felt like the right thing to do. Subconsciously, my other hand tightened it's grip around my testicles and even began to sporadically squeeze myself there...

'You'll always remember the day that...' my mind began to remember what happened the day before... 'Caroline Forbes-Marsh... the girl who made you strip naked first... who wanked your thing first... who fingered your bum first... Oh god...' I was so embarrassed, but so sexually excited too... 'Girls are better than boys... NOOOOO! Don't say that! Don't even think that!'

I saw Anita's pleased grin alter into a derisive smirk as she watched me masturbate from my 'plinth' above her... kneeling up submissively on the toy chest. She was trying not to laugh out loud or giggle noisily... but she could not conceal her look of superiority and joy as she watched a boy wank himself off in front of her... And all because girls were in charge... and boys were not... Boys were slaves, and girls were not...

And then, Anita looked up into my eyes... her expression allowing me to understand that she was judging me... affirming her power over me and my gender... She smirked at me...

"You'll always remember the day that five girls beat you at arm-wrestling... won't you Phillipa?"

"Y-yes Miss Anita..." I confirmed breathlessly, maintaining my up and down, back and forth movement of self masturbation in front of her... in front of all five girls...

"Good girl... now skin it back like a little boy bunny rabbit ready for dinner!" Anita teased, looking back towards my penis as I stroked it back and forth with my thumb and forefinger... I paused my enforced masturbation to refocus my grip... allowing my thumb and now two fingers to grip the loose skin at the base of my glans... ready to retract my foreskin... I tugged downward and felt the skin begin to peel back slowly...

I saw Anita giggle at my penis, no doubt it's shape changing slightly as I tugged and felt the foreskin sink lower and lower... Finally I felt it 'pop' into place snugly over the top of and behind the ridge of my glans... My tingling, angry and needy little boy 'mushroom head' shaped glans now fully exposed for all five girls to see...

"Mmmm... good girl... That's better Phillipa..." Anita said looking once more up into my eyes briefly. Hers were glowing with delight. Mine must have looked forlorn, humiliated and eager to cum... "Now we can all see your ugly little boy mushroom!"

To the sound of the other girls giggling around me, and the sound of Suzanne's camera clicking away to capture more images of my boy-shaming, I re-started my masturbation, eager to get it over with... I wanted something to feel good from all this horror and torment... That despite dreading having to perform my catchphrase... I was tempted not to say it and just climax and not call anything out, pretending that I couldn't cum... But I knew that the girls would spot my hips shaking uncontrollably and I would probably make an obvious face... An orgasm for a boy was pretty much unmistakable when viewed by clever and devious girls like these, whether he shot cum or not, and whether he had a catchphrase to say or not.

"Good girl Phillipa..." Anita said, calling me a 'girl' again much to my chagrin. I wanted to protest but recognised the futility. They were all stronger than me and would make me 'pay' one way or another... I had to go along with it... I wanted my stuff back... "You like being a 'good girl' for us don't you?" she teased me wickedly while I continued to jerk off and tried to ignore her as she looked at my crotch... I was hoping that she wouldn't ask again or look up into my eyes and make me say it... "Tell us Phillipa... say that you like being a good girl... You see, bad boys get spanked if they don't obey... but good girls are always rewarded... Tell us!" With that, she looked into my eyes and challenged me to deny it... "You like being a good girl... don't ch'ya?"

"Oh god please... Miss Anita..." I whimpered with shame, jerking my cock harder and tighter, feeling it tingle more and more. I squeezed my little nuts hard to divert my attention away from what I was saying... "I like... being... a good... girl..."

Anita giggled and looked back at my boy-genitals with a smirk...

"I thought you did..."

A few seconds later, I felt my climax approach quickly... kneeling up submissively on my 'plinth' in front of five excitable and excited girls... totally in charge of my summer destiny and beyond.

"Oh god..." I gasped... my breathing coming fast and hard... "Ohhhh... ohhh... oh... Miss Emma... Miss... Anita... ooohhhh... oh... oh... I can't stop it..." As the wonderfully exciting electric tingles began to throb from my protruding glans right through my groin and up to my brain, my hips started jiggling and shaking beyond my control... "Oooh... ohh... ohh... Nooo!" I protested... I didn't want to say it. It was just too cruel.

"He's cumming... he's gonna do it!" I heard Suzanne giggle and fire off another image with her camera. I still have that picture... my facial expression is guttural... animalistic... and mystified joy...

"Ohh... oh.. oh... Boys are weaker than girls... oh god... I can't stop it!" I called out weakly as my body jiggled on top of the toy chest, my orgasm shattering my thoughts... dominating my senses... making me ride it... If orgasms were living things, they would all be girls wouldn't they? They take control and they dominate you for a few wonderfully erotic, teasing and pulsing seconds... Once they start, they make you obey them... and when they're done, they make you go back for more.

Anita was wide eyed as my climax played out in front of her... After a few moments, I had to close my eyes... I didn't care any more... It was done...

My cock became too sensitive and I had to stop wanking and let go of my genitals... My hips were still shaking as I rode my climax... the tip of my glans tickling me and tingling powerfully as it throbbed... and throbbed... a powerful and much needed dry cum continuing there in front of the five girls... Subconsciously, my hands moved back to the top of my head in surrender... I was cumming... in my 'sit' position...

"Boys are weaker than girls!" I gasped again as the orgasmic pulses in my penis began to recede... I just knew that the girls were able to see my cock waggling all on it's own as my climax faded to a haze of glowing mellowness... My breath was quick and fitful as I tried to bring myself back under my own control...

"Wow-wee! Good girl Phillipa," Caroline beamed from directly in front of me. "Good girl! I say, what a good and obedient new member we have girls... Oh bless you Phillipa... I think you deserve a round of applause for that..." And just when I wanted to be on my own and recover from my shameful 'final act,' I was forced to remain the centre of their attention as the five girls cheered for me and clapped their hands energetically in some sort of celebratory appreciation for what I had done. That was surprisingly humiliating in itself.

The good news for me was, there was a temporary lull in my sexual excitement and my penis receded to it's fully flaccid state... After being erect for most of the day, it was some relief to be honest. But with flaccidity, came teasing from the girls about how puny boys looked when they were 'soft' and 'floppy.'

In the time that followed, before I was allowed to get dressed, there was a spell of 'craft work' undertaken in the hut. I was given a sheet of light blue card and a red marker pen... On the card, I was supervised by Miss Emma to carefully and neatly ('like a girl') write out the Langton Magna Girls' Club Code For Boy Members. I was learning so well, and I tried very hard not to make a mistake. Emma was pleased and when I was done, she hugged me and reached her hand down to fondle my soft little penis... I realised I had been longing for that all day... ever since the Star Wars quote she did. She even kissed me on the cheek.

Still fully nude, I was given a drawing pin and shown where to affix the code onto one of the walls in the hut - directly opposite where I would normally 'sit.' That way I would always be able to refer to the code when the meetings started or at other times during each meeting. Great...

While I had been doing that under Emma's supervision, Anita had drawn up a simple yet clever chart to enable dates to be entered along the bottom, and to record my penis size up the side. At the top, the chart read, 'Phillipa's Willy (owned by Langton Magna Girls' Club)...' The first entry had already been made on the chart too and it made me blush, knowing just how much about me the girls already knew. Erect, I was shown to be 7.4cm or 2.8 inches long. And yes, the girls took great delight in discussing that chart and how often I would be measured.

For the record, the giggling Anita measured me again in the soft, flaccid state I was still in after my recent orgasm. She entered my non-erect length on the chart as well... I was 5.5 centimeters long... or 2.1 inches. A little smaller than average when soft it seemed.

Elsewhere, Suzanne had been busy drawing up a punishment chart... 'Phillipa's Punishments...' She eagerly explained to me when I was shown it that all boy members had a 'punishment chart.' Sure enough, my slippering earlier on was already marked and dated on the chart...

A quick and thorough worker, Suzanne had also compiled a cleanliness chart, with dates to be entered along the bottom... Up the side, there were groups of columns that split to reveal the state of cleanliness of my 'Tummy Button,' my 'Foreskin,' and my 'Bottom...' Coloured in green for clean... and red for dirty... and the threat of a spanking too I guess.

Adding to the paraphernalia relating to boy members, Caroline had been busy designing and compiling a 'cumming chart...' It was a simple bar chart really, but had the need to use several different colours to display an orgasm event. There were dates to be written in along the bottom, then two colours... green for a dry cum... yellow for a wet cum...

In the boxes below each date on my 'cumming chart,' there was room for both a male and a female symbol to be entered. The key on the chart identified that a 'female' sign meant that a girl had made me cum... and a 'male' sign would be entered for when I had been commanded to make myself cum by the girls... Miss Caroline explained that if there was both a 'male' and a 'female' sign entered in that day, then both happened on that date... I guess that was simple enough.

Each box also had room to record the number of cums of 'each style' for any particular day... For that day, it was just a green box with a 'male' sign in it and the number 1 entered next to it. I had a dry cum, I did it to myself in front of the girls, and I climaxed only one time.

Natasha had been busy too. She had commenced a chart that read 'Girls Who Are Stronger Than Phillipa.' It had two columns... 'Girl's Name,' and 'Stronger Than Phillipa (a boy)...' Next to all of the girls' names was a big green tick... Curiously, there was space to enter more names underneath the five names already present...

"Now then, with your code up on the wall... There's no excuse for you to get the words wrong is there?" Caroline smiled at me sincerely. "Suzanne's charts will remind you to be a good boy and stay out of trouble to avoid a spanking... and also ensure that you keep yourself nice and clean like a good girl too... won't they?"

"Y-yes Miss Caroline..."

"And Natasha's chart will remind you that, as a boy... you belong to the weaker sex, since you're weaker than all of the girls, okay?"

"Yes Miss Caroline," I blushed.

"Good, I'm glad that's understood. The other charts will enable us to keep track of your physical and sexual development, just like 'Peter' in the Big Book of Boy Secrets!" Damn that book... It was surprising to me just how embarrassed I felt about the girls owning a book like that... I mean, I wasn't even in it... but it made me feel a little queasy and ashamed on behalf of the boys that were shown in it... all for the girls to see.

I was finally allowed to get dressed before being handed the toys that I was permitted to take back home. The Millennium Falcon of course was still kept by Caroline's side, with Han Solo, Chewbacca and now Luke Skywalker all imprisoned inside. It was Emma who stepped forward and handed me what I was allowed to take... It was the X-Wing fighter, with Princess Leia piloting it, and with R2-D2 in the back.

"Princess Leia is now in charge of the Boys Rebel Alliance against the Girls' Empire..." Emma said confidently to me, making sure I was looking at her. "Imagine that... a girl in charge of all the boys... She has committed her loyalty to the Girls' Empire and everything we stand for. When Leia gets back to your Rebel base, she will prove to the boys that she is in charge and make them see that only by obeying her, and joining the Girls' Empire as our slaves, that you will have any chance of seeing your favourite space ship and our other prisoners again. Do you understand... fly boy?"

"Y-yes... Miss Emma," I gulped, my throat feeling dry. I was being told by a girl how to play with my own... toys...

"Go now... and we'll see you again tomorrow... eleven thirty... don't be late!" Emma smiled demurely at me, before leaning forward to kiss my cheek... To a chorus of girlish giggles, and with a timid blush, I was out of there... whooshing and zooming through the woods with Princess Leia at the controls of my X-Wing fighter... I didn't know that she could fly a space ship... But I did now.

Again, too scared to look back in case I was being chased, I raced home with the Princess... along the lane in the late afternoon sunlight. When I got home, I retrieved the key to the back door from under the mat and let myself in...

"Mum?" I called out... There was no answer, she was still at work, or at least out of the cottage. "Mum, are you there?" I called again, just to make sure. No answer again... I was alone. Still, I felt the need to creep through the cottage to my bedroom and gently closed the door when I was inside.

I landed the X-Wing fighter dramatically, with a decidedly girlish and soft landing, and took both Leia and R2 out of the ship and stood them at the side. Several of the male figures of my Rebel Alliance assembled - although some were obviously Stormtroopers and other bad guys now being good guys. One figure was a rebel commander who went to greet the returning Princess.

"Welcome home Princess," I said as the rebel commander.

"You may dispense with the pleasantries... things are going to change around here so you better listen up unless you want a spanking..." I replied in my best American girl's voice, pretending to be a stern Princess Leia.

"Good heavens, what's happened Princess? Are Han and Luke okay?"

"Silence!" Leia slapped the rebel in front of her. "Take off your clothes..." In my imagination, the rebel commander obeyed without question... but it was me who got naked... after I had drawn my curtains of course.

And so, the Boys' Rebel Alliance was taken over by a girl... Princess Leia... She humiliated and teased the male action figures, just like I had been in the hut not so long before. One by one, the action figures admitted the superiority of the female sex and agreed to obey the Princess or get a spanking... or worse. They agreed to join the Girls' Empire as their slaves.

In my excitement, I noticed that my penis was fully stiff again... even though I was playing with my Star Wars stuff. Acting out scenes that a week ago, I would not have even dreamed of imagining.

I climbed up on my bed and adopted the 'sit' position... Once more, I noticed a thin shaft of late afternoon golden sunshine pierce the gap between the clumsily drawn curtains... the speckles of dust floating in the warm air representing all the different little fleeting thoughts and memories racing through my mind. I began to recite the code...

"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 recited it again... this time allowing my hands to grab hold of my genitals... cupping my scrotum with one hand and using the other to grasp hold of my modest hairless erection... just like I had done earlier in the hut.

"Do it fly-boy..." I commanded myself, in my girl's voice as Princess Leia. "Wank your little worm for me... Play with your little willy... show me how a boy plays with his toy... Only then, will you be part of the Girls' Empire... the supreme force in the Galaxy..." Blushing at my own cruelty and how excited I had made myself feel, I took a deep breath and began to masturbate... quickly... I wanted it to happen fast so I could get that feeling I wanted... I was hooked on that feeling... orgasm...

"Pervy little bed wetter..." I taunted myself, mimicking Anita... "Girls are stronger than boys... girls are stronger than boys!" I sang, echoing the chant that both she and Suzanne had teased me with... My voice was shaky and unsure... scared of how this was all making me feel. So ashamed and yet so... horny... and feeling as though this really was what I wanted. "The girls all beat you..."

As I raced to achieve an orgasm, my mind flitted through all the different things that had happened and had been said... A girl's finger up my bottom... my spanking... the embarrassment of having my penis 'inspected' and measured... the humiliation of losing an arm-wrestling match to every girl... My enforced masturbation.

'Ohhh... they made you wank in front of them... they watched you... Phillipa...'

"I'm Phillip! Not Phillipa!" I called out, a little too loudly. "But you like being such a good girl... don't ch'ya? You like obeying girls... And you like being a good girl too... you like it... admit you like it..." I squeezed my little testicles hard and made myself gasp and wince with pain... "Arrgghhhh... Okay... okay... I like being a good girl..."

'But why do you like it Phillipa?' I heard Miss Emma talk soothingly in my mind. I imagined her kissing me, and fondling all over my boy parts. As I drew back my foreskin, I even pretended it was Emma doing it to me. 'Why do you like being a good girl... hmmm?'

"Because girls are.... better..." I said purposefully, hating myself for it. "Because girls rule... forever..." With that, I felt my climax begin... the deliciously ticklish tingles radiating over the bulb of my glans... racing through my crotch and up to my pickled brain... My hips began to shake beyond my control as I surrendered to my orgasm. My hands left my crotch and I moved them to rest on top of my head... climaxing in my most rudely exposed position...

In the split second that followed... I heard a creak outside my door... But as the door opened to reveal my mother standing there in the doorway with a curious smile on her face, I had already begun to say;

"Boys are weaker than girls..." I was unable to stop my penis from flexing and pulsing with the spasms of orgasm. It was waggling there, pointing straight out from my immature looking crotch... in front of my mother.

I gasped, blushed, and panted and gasped some more as my body contorted to scramble out of her view... My hands flew to cover my crotch from her gaze first... and then I hurriedly grabbed a pillow to cover even more of myself up.

"Mum... I... I... it's not what it looks like... honest... I c-can explain..." I stammered, my breath ragged as my blush continued to burn my cheeks and spread down my neck.

"You don't have to explain honey..." she smiled, knowingly. There was a gleam in her eye as she looked at me, cowering from her. "Dinner will be one hour... Miss Bingley at the village shop has prepared a nice homemade potato and rabbit pie for us. Freshly caught and skinned today... what a treat!"

'Skin it back... like a little boy bunny rabbit...' I heard the girls teasing me in my thoughts. All five of them wearing their girl scout uniforms, surrounding me... teasing me as I kneeled up, naked, on top of that toy chest in my 'sit' position...

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Phillip White will return in The Village Part 3 - A Song, A Dance, And Another Test...

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