There was very little to give the house away. A sleepy village lane bordered by privet hedges and cottages gave way to a wooded area. Set back in the wood, but not immediately obvious, was high wire fencing. Some way further down the lane was a sturdy gate. A track led from the gate through the trees. To the few visitors who made their way through the gate they found the track extended a surprising distance of a mile or so until it broke cover onto a large lawn with a substantial house.

Jeremy Prichard had made his fortune in banking before the great crash of 1929. Now, in his early 40s, he lived in semi-retirement. He had taken his wife Isabel after some considerable hunting; Jeremy knew what he was looking for. The couple had a son and daughter; Charlie aged six and Karen aged nine. There were other children in the house too. The couple were well known for throwing open their arms to little strays that their impoverished relatives were unable to support. It seemed unusual, but was accepted, that heavy duty adoption agreements were signed so parents were not allowed to see their children again. Jeremy always explained that this was best for the child so they did not become confused. For many parents it was a relief; they knew that their children would be treated just like the Prichard's own children. In their eyes the Prichards were saints.

Jeremy and Isabel were breakfasting in a large bright room at the front of the house. They had decided to sit together on an intimate table situated in one of the windows that overlooked the lawn. Jeremy was of medium height, he had a small pot belly and thinning hair. Isabel was some 10 years younger than Jeremy. She was slightly shorter than her husband and wore her thick brown hair brushed straight. Her body was voluptuous and her cheeks easily flushed red. They were both wearing light cotton summer clothes; Jeremy a shirt and trousers and Isabel a summer dress. They both looked smart and elegant; the fit and quality of the clothes made it clear that they were not short of money.

Jeremy's newspaper rustled and he looked over the top of it at Isabel.

"Well now, darling." he smiled, "You seemed quite fidgety in bed last night!"

Isabel gave a contented sigh.

"I'm going to be helping Nanny in the nursery this morning and you know how excited I get!" she grinned.

Jeremy smiled.

"But you didn't want to satisfy yourself, you wanted to wait for the children to do that?" he wondered.

"Yes." Isabel smiled, "It's so much nicer that way, don't you think?"

"Of course it is." Jeremy agreed, "I'm feeling quite like a trip to the schoolroom myself. I'm pretty hard right now, has it happens."

Isabel giggled.

"I didn't put any under-things on this morning! Too wet!" she grinned and wriggled in the chair.

Jeremy smiled and, putting the newspaper down the table, lent back in his seat so Isabel could see the large bulge in his trousers.

Isabel licked her lips.

"You're going to make the girls cry with that thing today!" she whispered softly.

"Yes." Jeremy agreed, "And will there be crying in the nursery today?"

"Oh yes!" said Isabel huskily, "And weeping, and shrieking, and screaming, and begging!"

She wriggled again and the sound of a wet pussy squishing made its way to Jeremy's ears. He lent over the table and the couple kissed passionately. Today they would both enjoy themselves with their children.

Chapter 1 - The Nursery

Isabel climbed the stairs to the attics of the West Wing. The nursery was in fact a small collection of rooms. There was the day room, a bathroom, the children's bedroom and Nanny's private quarters. The day room was a large bright cheerfully painted room where any children in the house up to the age of seven spent their days. Isabel loved the way the cheerful happy things painted on the walls contrasted with the actual activities that took place in the day room, where tiny girls and boys cried constantly as their Nanny made their little bottoms hurt in the most terrible ways.

Isabel was in a state of high excitement. Yesterday she and Jeremy had been out in town and she had not got her usual fix with the children. Today she was going to stay for a long time and she knew that Nanny would make sure she was well looked after. She couldn't wait to see how the little ones were doing today. There was little Suzie, just six years old. Suzie had been with them for three months now. She had been the daughter of a distant cousin of Jeremy's. She was so cute with her fair hair and innocent little face. It made Isabel's pussy throb the way that Suzie always had that look of terrified lack of understanding as to why she was being punished so severely. Her piercing squeals sent tingles down Isabel's spine. Her own son, Charlie, was six years old. He was such a lovely little boy with straight blonde hair cut into a neat fringe. Isabel loved to watch as Nanny punished him. Charlie's tear filled blue eyes would look straight into her own as he desperately pleaded with his mummy to make Nanny stop. Isabel would stroke and pretend to comfort Charlie as Nanny dealt with his bottom ever more severely. The eldest child in the nursery was Annie who was seven years old. Annie was a sweet little girl with long black hair that Nanny always took care to tie back so it didn't get in the way of the adults enjoying looking into Annie's face as she was punished. Nanny had started preparing Annie to be moved to the schoolroom. The little girl's holes were being stretched and trained ready to satisfy Jeremy's incessant desires and their governess's strict requirements.

As Isabel reached the top of the stairs and the outer door of the nursery she could hear very little. Jeremy had ensured that both the schoolroom in the East Wing and the nursery in the West Wing were heavily soundproofed. Isabel also hoped that Nanny had not found cause to be too severe with any of the children yet; she wanted their bottoms to be soft, white and un-marked when she first saw them. They looked so vulnerable when quivering and on-show before Nanny began. Isabel smiled to herself as she approached the door of the day room; she loved the way her appearance made the children start to cry. The little ones had learnt that when mummy appeared their bare bottoms would be getting severely punished.

Isabel opened the outdoor and entered the small landing that serviced the nursery rooms. She could hear nothing. What was Nanny up to, she wondered? Isabel stopped to savour the moment before she opened the door to the day room. Nanny Bridges was always doing something; perhaps the children were being kept quiet for a special reason, maybe they were even being prepared for a punishment. Isabel's pussy tingled at the thought. Nanny Bridges was an absolute marvel. She remembered how after interviewing a seemingly never ending stream of unsuitable women she and Jeremy had found just the right person. Nanny Bridges had presented herself to them in full uniform with not a hair out of place. She was in her early 50s with slightly greying hair that was tied into a tight bun. She was tall for a woman and had some weight about her. Certainly she was an imposing figure that would inspire absolute awe and fear in a small child. Isabel was asking most questions whilst Jeremy watched. Aft er the few general questions Isabel started on the tack that had proved so fruitless with the previous applicants.

"So tell me Nanny Bridges, what is your view on spanking?" Isabel asked lightly.

"Absolutely essential in my view." Nanny Bridges had answered firmly.

Isabel had shot a meaningful look at Jeremy who was sitting up with interest.

"We're pleased to hear that, Nanny." Isabel had continued, "I'm afraid the previous applicants for this job did not seem to have the firm view that you do. We are something of disciplinarians, you see. I wonder if we could talk a little more about how you might discipline our children. It is really quite important to us."

Nanny Bridges had nodded in agreement, an almost imperceptible smile on her face.

"I will be delighted to discuss the disciplining of children." Nanny bridges declared, "I have to say it is somewhat a speciality of mine. Not all my employers have appreciated that, mind. Indeed, in some cases there have been - disagreements! I try to make myself clear at initial interview, but sometimes it is a matter of, how shall we put it, severity!"

Both Isabel and Jeremy had lent forward with rapt attention. This was really too good to be true.

"But surely, Nanny," Isabel encouraged, "spankings should be most severe or the child simply does not learn. Why, Annie is seven and Charlie is six and some Nannies we have interviewed have stated they would spank with nothing more than their hand!"

"Poppycock!" exclaimed Nanny Bridges, "I would certainly expect to be using nothing less than the nursery cane on young Annie and Charlie. May I ask you both if I might speak plainly?"

"Of course, Nanny." both Isabel and Jeremy had chorused.

"May I ask you both your views on little bottoms?" Nanny had asked archly.

"Bare at all times!" said Jeremy.

"Stuck out for us to see!" said Isabel.

"Spanked until their little owners don't know their own name!" said Jeremy.

"Caned until they scream and dance!" said Isabel.

For the first time Nanny Bridges gave a genuine smile.

"Mr and Mrs Prichard," she said, "I am certain that I will be able to fulfil your needs for a Nanny. My job is to spank-spank-spank those naughty little bottoms for you. A hand is just for warming those little cheeks up. Trust me, a little bottom might look all red and a little girl or boy might be screaming blue murder, but that little bottom can take a lot more. I find the nursery cane and excellent implement to teach even the youngest children a good lesson in obedience. Off course, I have many implements other than the cane that I spank with. Each of them brings their own unique painful experience to a naughty child. Sometimes I like to spank all day. Tell me, would you restrict me to spanking on bottoms only?"

"Where else do you have in mind Nanny Bridges?" Isabel asked slyly.

"I have always found that a child's genitals are an excellent place to spank!" Nanny announced, "The area is very sensitive for both boys and girls. A good spanking there does marvels for behaviour."

"Yes, a first class spanked little wee hole, just like I used to watch my sister get!" exclaimed Jeremy.

"And let's not forget a good willy smacking too! One that really makes a boy scream!" added Isabel, her face glowing red now.

Nanny Bridges looked increasingly pleased.

"It seems you are most enlightened parents." Nanny soothed, "For such parents as yourselves I wonder if you would like me to explore some more advanced disciplinary measures for only the very naughtiest children."

"Oh Nanny, very much so!" confirmed Isabel.

"Have you considered how much little children masturbate?" continued Nanny.

"All the time!" said Jeremy.

"Why, I only have to touch Charlie's willy and he's having a cummy straightaway!" said Isabel.

"Indeed!" smiled Nanny, "Which is why I advocate the sexual punishment of such young children. I have many ways and unique devices that I use to ensure that little holes and tiny male appendages are excited and punished in equal measure. I'm afraid my nursery can often be a noisy place!"

"Um Nanny," asked Isabel, her face going slightly redder, "What are your views on adult pleasure? Um, regarding, um, children, if you know what I mean."

Nanny smiled.

"I think that children are there for an adult's pleasure. And I can promise you, Mrs Prichard, that I will be encouraging their bottoms most severely to ensure that you get exactly what pleasure you require from them. You too, Mr Prichard, if required."

Isabel put a hand on Jeremy's shoulder.

"My husband frequents the schoolroom. He prefers his girls to be a little older, and their discipline to be a little stricter. I will be a frequent visitor to the nursery." she said.

Nanny nodded.

"You will be most welcome to my nursery, Mrs Prichard. I believe that you will be completely satisfied with the way that I deal with your children and, as a result, how they deal with you!" Nanny pledged.

"Nanny Bridges," smiled Isabel, "You're hired."

As Isabel thought about the redoubtable Nanny Bridges and what strict games she might be playing with her little charges, Isabel's pussy gave a throb; she reached out and opened the door to the day room.

Annie, Charlie and Suzy were lined up facing the door. All three were in their underwear with their knickers and pants, and nappy in Suzy's case, pulled down to their knees. Each child had their hands held out in front of them holding a different punishment implement. Annie held the nursery cane, Charlie held a wooden bath brush and Suzy held a large wooden hairbrush. They were all standing perfectly still and on each child's head was balanced a large hardback book. The moment that Isabel opened the door, the children looked up at her and the books instantly fell off each of their heads. Isabel could have laughed, but she instantly realised that this was just one of Nanny's cunning ruses to justify even more severe punishment of the children. Isabel put on the most serious face.

"Goodness Nanny, what clumsy ill-behaved children!" Isabel exclaimed.

"Indeed madam!" nodded Nanny, "I'm so pleased you're here. I think their training needs to be considerably stricter. As you can see, even with the fact that they are holding their own instruments of punishment and their bottoms are already bared, their behaviour leaves much to be desired!"

Isabel drank in the sight; each of the children's bottoms lips had started to quiver and protrude as tears formed in their eyes. Their Nanny had started to build up to a big spanking and now mummy had arrived. The children knew it was time for their bottoms to be hurt badly. Isabel admired their exposed little genitals. Annie and Suzy had such cute little slits between their legs and Charlie's tiny willy and balls flapped about in the most exciting way as he hopped from one leg to another in fright at the punishment to come. Isabel loved to make that little willy go hard and, despite his best efforts not to, make Charlie have cummy after cummy. Then she would spend her time giving his cringing privates the most severe discipline.

"Yes, indeed it does Nanny!" agreed Isabel, "I think we need these naughty little children completely naked. I believe you would like to demonstrate some newly designed punishment equipment, to show me how well it can train little ones to be obedient."

Isabel slowly walked over to Suzy. The way the little six year old's fearful eyes watched her approaching made Isabel's pussy prickle. She reached Suzy; the little girl was sniffling and the hairbrush shook in her hands. Isabel lifted the hairbrush out of Suzy's hands and, holding it firmly in her right hand, slowly smacked it into her left.

"Take that disgusting nappy off, child!" Isabel instructed, "That little bottom needs to be hurt!"

Suzy stared up at her mummy who towered above her. The brush hurt; it hurt so much!

"Sniff! A-hurrrrrr! A-hurrrrrr! Pwease Mommy! Pweeeeeeease!" she wept, "Don't spank botty! Pweeeeeeeease don't spank!"

Isabel bent down so her face was right in front of Suzy's.

"Mummy has to spank because you're so naughty and wet yourself all the time. Perhaps Nanny has a special way to cure you of such disgusting behaviour!" Isabel scolded.

"I certainly do, madam!" grinned Nanny, a lustful leer on her face, "A very special new way that will teach this horrible child once and for all never to wet again. That's after, of course, we've spent our time spanking her little bottom."

Isabel bent further down and pulled Suzy's nappy off, making the girl step out of it. Now Suzy was only dressed in little white socks and a short white vest that finished just above her tummy button. Instinctively the little girl put her hands behind her to protectively cover her bottom at the thought of a terrible hairbrush spanking. The child looked so cute like that Isabel thought. Isabel put her finger between Suzy's legs and wormed it into the entrance to Suzy's tiny vagina. Suzy mewled and stood up on tiptoe as the finger pushed up.

"Is this where your wee comes from, Susie?" Isabel taunted, "Is this where Nanny will punish I wonder, don't you? I bet it's going to hurt really badly! Now go to the corner and bend over. I want your face in the corner and your bottom sticking out into the room!"

Isabel pulled her finger out of Suzy's tiny pussy and watched the child crying her way over to the corner. Then she moved her attention to Charlie. He was her little favourite; she loved punishing him the best. Maybe it was payback for when she'd been younger and her cruel big brothers had been given control of her. She'd been spanked and spanked until, in a frenzy, she'd do anything that her brothers' permanently stiff cocks desired. She could still hear their delighted grunts and cries as she brought them to orgasm time and again. Now little Charlie paid the price as mummy teased reluctant little cummies from his willy and he was then thrashed to a squealing blubbering mess as a result of his naughty lack of control.

Charlie wept as his mummy knelt in front of him. The few brief moments of pleasure his willy gave him was never worth the spankings afterwards. He prayed that mummy didn't start to touch and play with him; Mummy seemed to know all the things that made his willy get stiff, however hard he tried to stop it. Secret things, like looking at his sisters' private parts, even watching them screaming as they were spanked; Mummy knew everything.

Isabel took Charlie's soft willy between her thumb and index finger.

"Oh Charlie, this is a naughty thing, isn't it? Getting all hard when it shouldn't and giving you cummies. I hope you don't dare today! Mummy is going to be sooo cross if you do. I'm going to have to punish very hard! I bet Nanny's got a really good way to punish naughty little willies that have cum-cums, haven't you Nanny?"

Nanny had a grim smile on her face that told of the most excruciating pain for any little boys that dared to cum in her nursery.

"Madam, I have the very newest device available for us to try today! I do hope the young gentleman can keep himself in check. I can promise that the consequences for a certain part of him, should he fail to do so, will be most severe!" Nanny gloated.

Isabel took the bathbrush out of Charlie's hands and sent him to the corner to stick his bottom out for adult perusal. Now there was just Annie left; the eldest in the nursery and the recipient of the very strictest punishments. Soon she would be sent to the schoolroom, where the childish punishments of the nursery would seem like a pleasant memory. Isabel wanted to ensure that Annie was ready to meet her Daddy's unrelenting demands for sexual access to her little holes. Annie shook as her mummy approached. The cane hurt her little bottom so much, but the things mummy and Nanny did to her holes sometimes hurt even more!

Isabel knelt down so that she could enjoy an intimate little chat with Annie. Isabel adopted her grimmest stern voice.

"Take those knickers off you miserable child!" she commanded, "Your deportment is terrible and your behaviour is worse! Nanny and I are going to have to spend a long time punishing you today, just to make you even a little bit good!"

Weeping loudly now, Annie bent and pulled her knickers off. Not knowing what to do she offered them to Isabel.

"Stupid child! What do I want with those smelly things?" Isabel barked and smacked Annie's hand until the knickers dropped out of them.

Isabel put her hand around Annie's bottom, cupping both the little cheeks in just the one hand. The little bottom felt so smooth and soft. The small eighteen inch cane that Annie still held was going turn these soft little things into a swollen bumpy ridged mass of pain. Isabel's finger slipped between the cheeks burying into the clenched little anus.

"I'm afraid, Annie," smiled Isabel, "that Nanny and I are going to have to open up this little hole very wide today. Wider than ever before! Perhaps Nanny has something to help?"

Nanny smiled.

"I have something new that will do the job beautifully, but I'm afraid it's going to be very very painful!" she grinned.

Isabel felt Annie's anus clench on her finger; the child's terrified mewling sobs were music to Isabel's ears and made her pussy ache for spanking to begin; Annie's tiny anus was so sensitive to her and Nanny's strict ministrations.

Isabel stood up; all three of her delectable little ones were frightened and crying now. Suzy's hands still covered her bottom, Charlie's hands were placed over his little cock and balls and Isabel wondered if he already had the start of an unwanted erection. Annie desperately wrung her little hands together as her mind worked overtime on what terrible things were planned for her poor little bottom hole.

"Nanny!" smiled Isabel at the large older woman, "I think that before we go any further we should make these little bottoms hot and red!"

Nanny nodded her agreement.

"Yes Madam, a good dose of the nursery strap each, then I think we can attend to each of their special needs!" she affirmed.

"Of course we should strip the rest of their clothes off so they are completely naked!" grinned Isabel.

"I agree entirely, Madam!" smiled Nanny.

For the next few minutes the nursery was filled with frightened cries and reluctant sobs as the two women pulled the vests and socks off the little children until three completely nude crying infants stood in front of them. Nanny went over to a chest of drawers; laying on the top of it in plain view were two straps and a wooden paddle. Each was decorated with drawings of hearts and flowers and happy childlike faces. Tied through each of them were colourful ribbons. These objects, with no other purpose than bringing the most terrible pain to tiny children's bottoms, had been made to look like the happiest fun playthings in the world.

Nanny picked up the longer and heavier of the two straps. It was an inch wide, 12 inches long and made of thick brown leather. The happy children painted on the strap laughingly proclaimed in bold writing 'The strap makes us good!'. Nanny held the base of the strap in her hand leaving about eight or 9 inches free to spank with. Meanwhile Isabel had seated herself in the middle of the nursery on a straight-backed chair and pulled a weeping and shaking little Suzy over her lap.

"I'll hold them whilst you strap, Nanny!" Isabel announced gleefully.

Isabel took a firm hold of the little six-year-olds arms and pinned them behind Suzy's back. The tiny white bottom wriggled across Isabel's lap; it was such a pretty sight thought Isabel as her pussy tingled and wet itself.

Suzy twisted her face round to try and see her strict Mummy. If only she could somehow make mummy see that she didn't wet her nappies on purpose.

"Pweeeease Mummy! Pweeeeeeease!" Suzy's sweet little voice pleaded, "Pwease don't let Nanny! Not with stwap! I be good! I never wet! I pwomise! Oh pweeease!"

Isabel looked up at Nanny who was now standing in front of her, strap in hand, all ready to start teaching that naughty little bottom the cost of making all that extra work of changing and cleaning wet nappies; Nanny was going to make sure the strapping was extra hard!

"Ten spanks with the strap for this naughty wetting little girl!" Isabel instructed.

"Yes Madam." acknowledged Nanny.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NANNEEEEEEEEEEY!" shrieked Suzy, her tiny body bucking over her Mummy's lap.

The strap stung Suzy like fire. How could it hurt so much? She wished her wee hole would be good and stop weeing when she didn't want it to. Maybe she wouldn't get her bottom hurt so much then.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"SCREEEEEEAM! YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! SCREEEEEEEEAM!" Suzy squealed.

Isabel looked with delight at the tiny wriggling bum, now decorated with red glowing strap marks. Isabel's pussy was thrumming nicely and there was still one of the bits she enjoyed the most to come. She lifted the screaming toddler off her lap and put her down on her feet. Suzy pranced around the room, her hands pulling at great chunks of her bottom, the frenetic spanky dance exposing her tiny butt hole to her excited mother's gaze.

Isabel pointed at Charlie, who was weeping and dancing from one foot to another in dreadful anticipation of how badly his bottom was going to be hurt.

"You next, Charlie!" said Isabel and beckoned to him, "Come to Mummy!"

"Ooooooo, Mummy! Please! No!" Charlie wailed as he approached Isabel.

Isabel took her weeping son over her lap. His little hands tried to cover his bottom, but she pulled them away.

"Naughty! Naughty! No covering up!" Isabel scolded.

Isabel took Charlie's hands and held them firmly behind his back. With her spare hand she pulled his bottom cheeks apart to expose his anus. Isabel loved looking at small defenceless bottom holes, the pink sensitive hole surrounded by the soft crinkly skin. They were ideal punishment places for such small children.

Tearing herself away from admiring poor Charlie's little hole, Isabel removed her hand and looked up at Nanny.

"Twenty hard smacks with the nursery strap for this naughty little bottom, please Nanny!" she smiled.

Nanny Bridges needed no second bidding and, before Charlie could even begin to beg Mummy to reduce this dreadful sentence, Nanny had whacked the strap down across his chubby bare bottom.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"SHRIEK! NANNEEEEEEEEEY! YAAAAAAAAAAH! IT HURTS!" Charlie howled, kicking his legs.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! MY BUMMY! MY BUMMY! STOOOOOOOOOP! NANNEEEEEEEEEEEY! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!" Charlie begged.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NO! MUMMEEEEEEEEEEY! MAKE IT STOP! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Charlie screamed.

Isabel's pussy throbbed strongly as Charlie's bottom was reddened in front of her eyes and his desperate kicking showed off his cute little anus, willy and balls. His wriggling about in her lap felt so good.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! MUMMEEEEEEEEY! NANNEEEEEEEEEY! NOOOOOOOOO! STOOOOOOOOOP! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT HURTS! STOOOOOOOOOP! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!" Charlie screamed.

Isabel let Charlie up; the little boy jumped about in front of them his hands clutched to his bottom and his willy flapping up and down.

As Charlie's dancing and shrieks became less animated Isabel's attention turned to Annie. The little seven year old was crying loudly having watched her little brother and sister receive such hard strappings. Mummy and Nanny were going to hurt her bottom really badly. The strap hurt so much; if only she could make them not spank her with it.

"Mwaaaaah! A-hurrrrr! Mummy! Mummy! Please don't spank!" Annie wept, putting her hands together as if in prayer, "Don't use the strap on me! A-hurrrrr! I'll be good and do what you say! Don't spank! Pleeeeeeeease!"

If only Annie had known how much her tearful childish pleading was inflaming the spanking passions of her strict Mummy and Nanny who were both having lovely pussy tingles has she wept and begged them. Both women were longing to make her punishment even more severe as a result.

"Come here, Annie and stop being such a silly baby!" said Isabel, desperate to get the little bottom stuck up over her lap where it could be hurt.

"Stop dawdling and do as you're told, child!" joined in Nanny.

Almost choking on her frightened sobs, Annie went to her mummy and climbed over her lap into that dreaded position with her bottom stuck high up.

Isabel pulled Annie further over her lap and then slipped her right leg over Annie's legs to stop her from kicking. Annie gave a wail of dismay as she felt it happening; she knew that Mummy doing that meant she was to be strapped very hard.

"Thirty very hard ones, Nanny, for this naughty bottom!" Isabel gloated.

"I'll certainly make them good and hard, Madam!" said Nanny, as a grim little smile played on her face, "And I have something very special waiting for Miss Annie later!" she added, making the frightened little girl sob even more loudly.

Nanny raised the nursery strap and laid it hard across Annie's soft little bum; true to her word Nanny strapped very hard.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NANNEEEEEEEEEEEEY! IT HURRRRRRRRTS!" shrieked Annie as her tiny bottom felt like it had exploded.

Isabel watched hungrily as the red welts started to form on the wobbly little cheeks that wriggled wildly under her nose.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"SCREEEEEEEEEAM! MUMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY! MY BOTTEEEEEEEEEEY! SHREIK! STOOOOOOOOP! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!" Annie begged.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOO! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! HOWWWWWWWL! I'LL BE GOOD! YOU CAN OPEN ME! STOOOOOOP! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Annie shrieked.

Isabel clamped her thighs together and squeezed. Annie's bottom was getting a real roasting from Nanny. The child's shrieking pleas were making Isabel's pussy need immediate attention. Maybe if Annie kept screaming and pushing her bottom about like that Isabel would actually cum watching her. Isabel hoped not; it was always so much more delicious with a reluctant little tongue working down there.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! NANNEEEEEEEY! STOP STRAPPING! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! MY BOTTY HURTS! I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT! I'LL BE GOOD NOW! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Annie wailed.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! MY BOTTY! MY BOTTY! STOP! STOP! SHRIEEEEEEEEEK! MUMMEEEEEEEEEEEEY! NANNEEEEEEEEEY! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Annie howled, her shrill little voice starting to get hoarse.

Isabel wriggled in time to the strap spanks that Nanny applied to the tiny bottom. The way Nanny had got the little bottom bright red with all those sticky up welts on was a tribute to her experience with naughty little youngsters. She knew every trick in the book when it came to dealing with young bottoms. It looked so hot and painful; Isabel longed to play with the hot freshly strapped cheeks.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOO! MY BUMMY! THE HURT! I'LL BE GOOOOOOOOOOOD!" screamed Annie, completely oblivious that the spanking had stopped.

Isabel kept hold of Annie's hands and let her spare hand fondle the red little cheeks in front of her. The bottom was swollen and the skin felt tight, she could feel the welted ridges left by the edges of the strap. Isabel opened up the little cheeks to reveal the anus. She wormed her finger up the tight little hole and listened to Annie squeal. Isabel couldn't wait for Nanny to really fix that little hole today.

After making Annie squeal a little more, Isabel released the howling child so she could watch her do one of her famous spanky dances. Jeremy was going to love the way the little girl screamed and pulled at her bottom cheeks as she sought to stop the dreadful stinging. Isabel felt her breath coming in short gasps as she enjoyed the girls's loud tearful performance.

Isabel looked up at Nanny.

"I think they're going to be good for us now, Nanny!" Isabel said, "Perhaps you can start by demonstrating your new method for dealing with disgusting wee wee girls like Suzy here!" she instructed.

"Of course, Madam!" smiled Nanny, "I'm sure you'll find that the increased budget you have generously given the nursery for advanced disciplinary equipment has not gone to waste. While, of course, I am greatly in favour of the traditional ways of dealing with naughty bottoms, I have been able to get some devices custom built using the latest scientific principles."

Nanny went to a large cupboard set into the wall. She opened it and took a set of boxed equipment off one of the shelves. Isabel could see what looked like a collection of wires, an electrical box and glass laboratory equipment. What fantastic device had Nanny dreamt up? Isabel's pussy tingled at the thought.

Isabel beckoned to Suzy. The red bottomed little girl went to her Mummy. Isabel fondled Suzy's bottom and held the child close so she could feel her trembling in fright as Nanny assembled the equipment.

First of all Nanny took a light bulb out of a ceiling fitting and attached a wire from the box to the fitting. Then Nanny turned the light switch on and the box began to hum. Isabel found the ominous hum very exciting. She remembered Nanny had used a similar box to give the children 'electrical discipline' as Nanny had called it. How her little ones had jumped and screamed as Nanny had touched the wires to their bottoms and genitals. Isabel could see that Charlie and Annie were crying and looking fearfully at the new humming box that had arrived in the Nursery.

Nanny took a hollow shiny metal tube about half an inch wide and with a wide slot cut two inches down the tube length starting about an inch from the top of the tube. She put the end of the tube furthest away from the slot into a little clear glass measuring jar. There was rubber around the neck of the jar that made a tight seal with the end of the tube. About an inch or so up from the base of the jar a metal prong was embedded through the glass into the jar. Nanny attached a wire from the box to the metal prong in the jar. Then Nanny attached a second wire to the metal tube. A third wire remained unattached. Then Nanny went and fetched the nursery 'thinking chair' to the middle of the room.

Suzy wailed and wriggled her little bottom into her Mummy's hands as she saw the 'thinking chair' being made ready. It was a small chair with short arms and set into the chair seat were two screw holes, one in the centre of the seat and one in a central position more towards the front of the seat. In each of the screw holes rods of various lengths and thicknesses could be attached with the sole purpose of administering the strictest discipline to a sensitive little hole. The arms of the chair were not for the child's comfort but to hang the child's legs over so that there was no option but for the child to rest their full weight on the punishing rod embedded in their hole. Not that that stopped a desperate little one trying to lift themselves off the 'thinking chair', but inevitably, even if they had managed to raise their bottom a few inches, they would sink back down and the stiff rod would slide back up them. There were straps attached to the chair arms to ensure that little legs and arms stayed just where the strict adult had put them. Children were not allowed to interfere with the application of their punishments in this nursery! As with all the things used to punish the children in the nursery, the chair was decorated. It was painted a bright yellow with large red ribbons obscuring the leather restraining straps and small painted red teddy bears dancing about.

Nanny busied herself screwing a three-quarter inch thick, four inch long metal rod into the front screw hole on the chair seat. Nanny knew that while little Suzy would scream the place down as her anus was strictly stretched by the rod, the rod was short enough not to permanently damage the toddler. After all, Nanny always reasoned, who wanted to put a little bottom that was subject to repeated vigorous discipline out of action for any length of time. It would just get in the way of her having even more fun with the squealing begging little girl.

When Nanny was satisfied the metal rod was firmly connected to the chair seat she attached the third wire from the box to the rod. Then Nanny took the ever present petroleum jelly and lubricated both the metal rod on the seat of the 'thinking chair' and the metal tube attached to the glass measuring jar. Suzy wept and pressed herself into her delighted and highly aroused mother as she saw Nanny lubricate the metal parts of the equipment. Suzy already knew from bitter experience that Nanny put that cream stuff on things so that she could hurt little boys' and girls' holes by pushing the things up them. Suzy blubbered helplessly as she thought of Nanny pushing those cold metal rods into her.

Nanny checked over the equipment and then beckoned to Suzy.

"Come here, Suzy! It's time he learnt to wee wee when you sit on the potty and not dirty your nappies!" Nanny said firmly.

Isabel propelled the little girl over to the 'thinking chair' and Nanny began to back Suzy up to the chair seat, ready for the terrible punishment of a cold metal insertion deep into her anus. Suzy was wailing with fear and hyperventilating as Nanny picked her up and positioned the rod against her anus. Charlie and Annie were expected to impale their own bottoms on whatever rod or peg that had been selected for them, but Suzy was still deemed too young to fully understand the consequences for her little bottom of not doing exactly as she was told. Nanny lowered the kicking and screaming child down onto the 'thinking chair', the cold metal rod pushing up into Suzy's tiny anus.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! MY HOLEY! SCREEEEEEEEEEAM! NANNEEEEEEY! STOOOOOOOOP! YAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she shrieked.

With a grim determination Nanny carried on lowering Suzy. Watching the little girl's anus being so thoroughly stretched by the thick metal rod and hearing her shrieks and pleas for it to stop made Isabel's pussy feel like it was on fire. She wondered if, despite himself, it was having a similar effect on Charlie. She glanced over at her little son. His face was bright red and he was desperately trying to hide his tiny erect penis. Isabel would have some fun with him later, but now she wanted to watch every detail of what the deliciously inventive Nanny had in store for her youngest charge. Suzy was now positioned sitting right at the front of the chair seat with her pussy overhanging the front and her bottom held firmly in place by the metal rod embedded in her anus. Nanny lifted Suzy's legs up onto the arms of the chair and fastened a strap around each of them so they were widely spread. Then Nanny made sure that Suzy's little hands were fastened to the arms of the chair too. Nanny didn't want anything getting in the way of her strict discipline. Suzy was still howling and the tears dripped down her face as her little bottom hole was painfully stretched.

Nanny knelt in front of Suzy with the slotted metal tube attached to the glass measuring jar in her hand. To Suzy's obvious horror, Nanny used the fingers of her spare hand to open up Suzy's little pussy lips and then began to insert the tube with the slot facing upwards. Suzy squealed loudly as Nanny carried out the procedure.

When Nanny was satisfied the tube had been firmly inserted into the six year olds tiny pussy and would not fall out, she stood up. Suzy make quite a picture restrained on the little 'thinking chair' with both her lower orifices stretched to accommodate the medical type equipment. Nanny addressed Isabel.

"Everything is ready for my demonstration Madam. As you can see, Suzy has electrical punishing rods in both her wee and poo holes. That means that merely by the touch of a button on my control box, I am able to administer discipline directly to the parts of this little girl that are so naughty in messing her nappies. However, if you see the little jar with the electrical contact set in it, that is where this device comes into its own. If Suzy wees as I command her to, then her wee comes out into the slot in the tube, down the tube and into the jar. When the wee fills the jar it joins the electrical contacts in the jar to the tube itself. At that point the electrical discipline automatically stops. Until then," Nanny said dramatically, "this revolting little child will learn never to wet again!"

Nanny pressed a button on the box. Several things happened at once; the box buzzed loudly, Suzy's whole body jerked and shook, the little girl screamed, her eyes bulging wide and a squirt of urine ran down the tube into the measuring jar. The box stopped buzzing and between her terrified howls and wails, Suzy desperately begged her Mummy and Nanny to do anything but discipline her any more like this.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! IT HURTS ME! NANNY! PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP! I KISS YOUR WEE HOLE FOR YOU! BOTTY HOLE TOO! MUMMY AS WELL! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! SHRIEEEEEEK!"

Nanny calmly turned to Isabel.

"As you can see Madam, we are already having some success with Miss Suzy weeing on demand. The box is set to repeat Miss Suzy's lesson every two minutes. Which child would you like me to discipline next?"

At the news that the terrible punishment was going to continue, Suzy began to scream and plead. Her terror at when and how bad the next instance of electrical discipline was going to be was all too evident and made the two women's pussies throb and leak.

Isabel picked up a large eighteen inch ruler. Her pussy was throbbing seeing Suzy like that and she needed to even more firmly punish the little girl. Isabel stood behind the 'thinking chair' and reached over Suzy holding the ruler in her hand.

"How dare you keep wetting for Nanny!" Isabel exclaimed, and began to spank Suzy's outstretched inner thighs.

The little girl squealed and begged as the ruler spanking turned her inner thighs bright red. As Isabel was spanking the box buzzed again and Suzy's screams echoed round the nursery as her holes were severely punished again. Another squirt of urine went into the jar. Isabel spanked away until Suzy's inner thighs were dark red and thoroughly welted. Then she smiled up at Nanny.

"I think we should attend to Annie next, Nanny." Isabel grinned, "I might see how good little Charlie can be whilst he watches his big sister being stretched!"

Charlie and Annie sobbed pitifully. Annie dreaded having her holes stretched more than even having her bottom caned. However much she screamed and begged Nanny to stop, Nanny would tell her to be quiet as she pushed ever bigger things into Annie's wee wee hole and bottom hole. Charlie cried just as hard as Annie; he knew he couldn't help himself. Seeing his big sister spread-legged and exposed to him as her most private holes were opened up made his willy get so hard; even Annie's weeping and shrieking made his little ballsies tingle. If mummy played with his willy and bummy hole whilst he watched Annie being stretched he had no chance. Mummy would make him have cummy after cummy. And then Nanny and Mummy would punish him. He still remembered that time Nanny had put that electric thing on his ballsies. It had hurt so much he couldn't even scream, but when Nanny had turned the electric thing off he and screamed then; he had screamed for a long time.

Nanny smiled back at Isabel.

"An excellent idea Madam! I'm sure master Charlie will make sure that his little willy behaves itself this time. If not, then I think some more electrical discipline is called for!"

Charlie gave an involuntary wail at the thought of the terrible things Nanny did with her electrical punishments. Isabel's pussy almost came as she remembered Charlie's almost inhuman shrieks as he received his last electrical punishment. She resolved to make Charlie have the most number of little boy cummies that she had ever teased out of his reluctant little willy.

"Oh I agree, Nanny!" Isabel said, her face flushing red, "I shall have Charlie sit on my knee and keep a good hold of his willy to make sure nothing happens. And if it does, then I think we will have to discipline him most severely!"

Nanny smiled and nodded in agreement. Nothing made her own pussy wetter than applying the most severe, scream inducing, discipline to little boys and girls who couldn't control their own genitals. At bedtime she would be sure to check Annie's and Suzy's own reaction to a 'Nanny's fingers in their pussies' session; something that usually their helpless moans and spasming bodies soon gave away as they were repeatedly stroked to climax after climax by Nanny's clever fingers. And little Charlie would be unable to stop his little Willy going quite stiff watching his naked sisters exposing themselves so explicitly as they were sexually pleasured. Then, with the bedroom door locked, curtains tight shut and electric lights on full, Nanny would strip off her own clothes and indulge herself with the with the whippiest canes and switches and the nastiest big brushes and paddles on the three naked little bottoms miserably offered up to her. Then her pussy would receive that desperate-to-please attention from three howling little mouths until, after many hours, she couldn't cum anymore. Nanny's pussy dribbled at the thought of her evening fun.

The electric box started buzzing again and Suzy's howling shrieks filled the room as her tiny anus and vagina were punished. Again urine spurted into the measuring jar that was almost half full now. Nanny dragged the 'thinking chair' with Suzy still fastened on it to one side. She wanted her latest invention for stretching Annie's little holes to take centre stage. She had been longing to use this for weeks now. Built by the finest craftsmen it was a triumph of the most strictly minded child care professional.

"One moment please, Madam!" Nanny said, nodding towards Isabel.

Nanny left the room and went to a small storeroom. When she returned she was wheeling what looked like a small metal hospital cart with at one end a strange mounted contraption and two big levers. Isabel stared at the device in amazement. Nanny had requested a large sum of money to fund its building and Isabel couldn't wait to see it in operation. Nanny positioned the cart in the centre of the room and locked the wheels so that it was solid. Isabel took a closer look. The cart was made of black painted metal with its top surface at waist height. Around the edge of the surface ran a single metal bar. A fabric curtains hung down around the edges so the inside of the cart was hidden. At one end of the cart was a cylindrical mounting in which sat some sort of short bar with a screw on the end of it that overhung the carts' top surface. The centre of the bar was enclosed and it seemed clear that the bar was free to rotate. At the other end of the bar was a simple gear and a cord that was looped around a pulley on the gear. The looped cord disappeared into a gap in the curtain. As usual the metal surface of the cart and the curtain surrounding it were decorated with different nursery characters dancing hand-in-hand, smiling and laughing. In the middle of the top surface the painted faces of a cherubic little boy and girl proclaimed "We like to please our daddy!". Isabel's pussy gave a throb as she read it; for the children in this nursery that meant having their little anuses and pussies stretched wide open so Daddy's big adult penis could enjoy them to the full.

Nanny reached to the curtain and pulled out an electrical lead. She took the end of the lead and connected it up to the socket assembly she had put in the light fitting. Then she returned to the cart and took out a thick, soft, cushioned, pink towelling mat which she placed covering the top surface of the cart. Then Nanny took out a number of leather straps with holes and buckles on, instantly recognisable to Isabel and the children as the same as the restraint straps on the 'thinking chair'. Nanny clipped the straps to the metal bar that ran along the longer sides of the cart. Realisation started to form in Isabel's mind that the top of the cart was where the child was positioned and restrained and the strange apparatus at the end of the cart performed the strictest of discipline. It looked very exciting, but Isabel still couldn't work it out. Her pussy wept sticky juice in anticipation of seeing what Nanny had planned.

"Come here, Annie!" Nanny said, beckoning to the trembling seven year old, "Come and see what Nanny has made to help you get ready to please your daddy!"

Weeping loudly and making strange high pitched frightened wails, Annie approached her Nanny. When she eventually arrived, Nanny put her hands under the little girls' armpits, lifted her straight up and sat her on the top of the cart.

"Ups-a-daisy!" said Nanny matter-of-factly, "On your back, knees up and legs wide apart! You know what to do!"

Annie knew what to do. It only took a few months in the nursery for any little girl or boy to learn Nanny's favourite position when she wanted uninterrupted access to administer deep bottom hole and wee hole discipline. Annie quickly did as she was told; Nanny Bridges knew what each child feared the most. Nanny had whispered to her, when she was being given her morning enema, that if she disobeyed during Nanny's demonstration to Mummy then she'd be sent for another night with the dogs; huge snarling barking monsters with big snapping teeth. Their big kennel was smelly with dog breath and poo. Before Nanny had pushed her in naked and screaming she'd told her the only way to stop the dogs from ripping her apart. When Nanny came to collect her in the morning Annie was covered in sticky shiny doggy cum; she couldn't get the taste of doggy willy out of her mouth and kept spitting constantly. Her little wee hole and bottom hole were red raw from where hard doggy cock after doggy cock had been. Nanny hadn't shown the least bit of sympathy; "Good training for your daddy!" she'd said, and given her a tremendous smack on the bottom. When they'd got back to the Nursery, Nanny had caned her until she couldn't sit down for a week. Annie had never disobeyed Nanny again.

Annie lifted her legs up and pulled them back against her chest and then she stretched them wide apart and held them back under her knees perfectly exposing her anus and pussy. Nanny fastened restraining straps around the backs of Annie's knees to keep her legs held back and apart and then fastened straps around Annie's wrists to hold her hands out of the way. Nanny reached under the curtain and took out a bright pink wooden rod about 5 inches long and 3/4 inches thick. The rod had been crafted so that down its length were two raised spirals that stood out about 1/4 inch from the surface. The rod's surface was smooth and glossy. One end of the rod was flat with a hole, the other end a smooth dome. Nanny began to screw the rod onto the short rotating bar in the middle of the apparatus mounted at one end of the cart. Isabel's pussy tingled; she thought she'd worked out how the ingenious device worked. Nanny fetched the petroleum gel and began to copiously lubricate the wooden rod. Now Annie was crying desperately; she didn't know how but she knew that dreadful thing was going to stretch her open until she couldn't squeal any more.

A buzzer sounded and Suzy's hysterical screams interrupted proceedings as the little girl had more wee wee extracted. It would be some time yet before the jar was full enough for the punishment to stop.

Nanny turned her attention back to the discipline in hand. She cleaned the petroleum gel off her hand onto the towelling mat and then reached under the curtain. She took out a strange pedal with an electric wire attached to it. She put the pedal on the floor. Finally Nanny seemed ready; she looked up at Isabel.

"Madam, please take a seat so you can observe closely. I'm ready to begin." Nanny said with an eager glint in her eyes.

Isabel drew up a chair close behind Nanny who stood with her foot next to the pedal and her hands next to the levers.

"Charlie, come to Mummy!" said Isabel.

Charlie padded over to her. The sight of his big sister with her legs open wide, her wee hole opened up and her bottom cheeks apart so her back hole was all on display had made his willy harder than ever. His hard little willy wobbled as he almost ran in his eagerness to get a closer view of the way she was so excitingly displayed. Watching his big sister getting published with her big bottom and exposed holes made his willy get those special feelings. Mummy and Nanny were going to punish him anyway, so why shouldn't he enjoy watching Annie get hers whilst Mummy rubbed his willy. Perhaps Mummy would even rub her finger up inside his bottom hole too. His willy jumped at the thought he climbed up into Mummy's lap so he had a front row seat at Annie's discipline. Mummy lifted one of his legs up for him and put his foot on the chair arm so she could snake her finger between his bottom cheeks until it found his little anus. Charlie's breath came in sparkly gasps as his tiny hard cock was taken between Mummy's experienced thumb and forefinger.

"Please carry on, Nanny!" instructed Isabel.

Grasping the two levers, one in each hand, Nanny began to move the left-hand lever to the right and down. The wooden rod moved across to the right and downwards until it was the same height and centred on and Annie's pubic area. Then Nanny pulled the right hand lever back and the rod moved forwards towards the centre of the little girl's spread legs. Using the two levers, Nanny deftly position the rod so the rounded end of it was positioned an inch or so from Annie's exposed anus. Annie had watched the whole thing with terrified fascination as the heavily lubricated rod was moved by the levers until it sat ready to punish her poor bottom hole. Annie wailed miserably at the thought of the big thing going into her bottom. Then Nanny put her foot on the pedal. There was a low hum from within the cart and the rod started to rotate. The raised spirals ridges traced down the side of the rod. Nanny put her foot further down on the pedal and as the hum became a high-pitched whine the rod spun round in a blur. Annie began to scream as she realised that Nanny was going make the huge rotating rod with the big ridges spiralling down its length go into her bottom hole.

Isabel held her breath; it was the kind of punishment apparatus that she dreamed of in her most outrageous fantasies. Annie was going to learn a very strict little girl lesson as her poor bottom hole was thoroughly opened up. Isabel put her mouth next to Charlie's ear as she rubbed his stiff little willy.

"Look Charlie!" she whispered, "Look how Nanny's going to punish Annie! I bet Nanny gets the whole of that thing up her little bummy bum! Your sister's going to really cry when she gets it up there. See how her holes are all twitching open and closed; they must know what's coming! Shall we tell Nanny to do it while I rub your willy? I know how much you like seeing your sisters being made to cry! I know you like putting your willy their bummy holes when they've been stretched! I bet Annie will let you do that tonight."

Charlie gasped and wriggled as his mummy rubbed his willy just the way he liked and whispered to him about the that naughty things he loved to do best.

"Oooooo, make Nanny do it, Mummy!" he groaned.

Isabel nodded at nanny and she pulled hard on the lever. The spinning rod moved smoothly forward until it was pushing against Annie's tight little anus. Annie shrieked and tried to wriggle but she was held firmly in position. Nanny pulled a little more on the lever and the first inch of the rod entered Annie's anus. As soon as the little hole opened up and the end of the rod slipped in, a fast pitched pattering squelching noise started; the sound of the lubricated rod and the ridges rotated in the tight fleshy hole. Annie roared as the terrible spinning device punished her tight little hole. Tears sprang out of her red eyes and she twisted her head to and fro screaming for the punishment to stop. But Nanny strictly pulled on the lever even more firmly and the rod began to smoothly slide up Annie's tiny anal passage. The little girl shrieked as the rod went up her, the horrible rotating ridges punishing her tight anal hole.

Charlie watched transfixed; Annie was really squealing and that big thing was going round and round in her bottom hole. Those bits of her he loved looking at the best were all open, right in front of him, and her special hole, the one that made his willy feel the nicest, was being strictly opened up. Mummy was right, tonight he would put his willy up Annie's bummy hole. She'd cry and beg him not to, but the threat of calling Nanny always worked and she'd bend over and let him put it in her. It would still be all slippery from being stretched and he'd do it whilst she cried into her pillow; he loved her doing that. Mummy's finger slipped right inside his own bummy hole, gently rubbing and teasing him there. Her fingers kept rubbing the loose skin up and down his willy until he just couldn't stop it happening. He clenched his little hands and feet and the unstoppable indescribable nice feeling came to his willy and ballsies.

Isabel felt Charlie's little cock suddenly stiffen in her hand until it was iron hard and she felt the muscles spasm deep in his bottom hole as he gasped and squirmed in her lap. Isabel felt a tinge of excited anticipation; now she had all the excuse she needed to give Charlie the very strictest punishment that she found that most exciting. Annie's screams continued unabated as Nanny worked the terrible little rotating rod in and out of her anus. Isabel began to gently stroke Charlie's semi erect little willy again. She felt it start to harden; it looked like Charlie was going to let himself be given lots of cummies as he enjoyed the exciting scene of his big sister being so intimately punished in front of him. Isabel smiled to herself; the more cummies Charlie had, the more she would punish him later. Somewhere in the corner of the room, Suzy's renewed screams and pleading went unheeded as the electric current again ran through her tiny pussy and anus.

Nanny was having the most wonderful time punishing Annie. The way that Annie was shrieking as her bottom hole was opened up made Nanny's pussy throb incessantly. Nanny was teasing Annie by slowing the speed of the rod and partially withdrawing it, as though she was going to finish, and then re-inserting it as Annie howled and begged her to stop. The squealing pleas from Annie was driving Nanny's pussy towards the edge and it was as much as Nanny could do to hold back from cumming. But Nanny knew that waiting until eager little tongues were put to work between her legs would produce the strongest, longest orgasm that she could possibly experience.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NANNEEEEEEEEEY! STOOOOOOOOOP! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! IT'S BURNING! YAAAAAAAAAAAH!" shrieked Annie, her body twisting in the straps.

Nanny pulled back the lever and the rod exited Annie's anus. The hole gaped obscenely, her pink rectum on view. Nanny could hear Charlie's gasps as his mother's stroking hand combined with the view of his sister's open hole wrung another cummy out of him; how Nanny would thrash him for that. Nanny applied more petroleum gel to the rod as Annie wailed and babbled incomprehensibly. But Nanny wasn't finished yet! Nanny put her foot down on the pedal and the rod began to rotate again. She moved the levers and the rod smoothly lined up until the tip of it was next to Annie's little pussy.

"NOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!" screamed Annie, as she realised what Nanny had planned next.

"Punish her!" said Isabel.

Nanny needed no further encouragement. She pulled back on the lever and the rod stretched open Annie's young vagina. Annie's squeals as her little hole was so strictly opened was music to the two adults ears. There was no doubt in their minds that this wonderful device of Nanny's would make their pussies throb as it delivered punishments to little children for years to come.

As Annie squealed and roared her little head off as the twirling rod strictly disciplined her tiny hole, Suzy wept in fright at what might happen to her when she was fastened to that dreadful machine. Suzy's urine had filled the measuring jar and the dreadful electrical punishment had stopped. But Suzy knew that Nanny had barely begun with her bottom and there was more terrible punishment to come. Charlie's willy was sore. He just hadn't been able to help himself and had had cummy after cummy as his Mummy's artful fingers and the sight of his sisters most private parts being so strictly opened had made him forget the dreadful punishment for cummies. Now, as his willy and ballsies ached, he was beginning to remember. What would Nanny do to him? Charlie began to cry.

Isabel's pussy throbbed delightfully as Charlie began crying. Soon it would be his turn, and what wonderful discipline did Nanny have in mind for her naughty little boy? Nanny was releasing Annie from the restraining straps and as her hands became free Annie grabbed at her still gaping little holes howling at the strict punishment she'd been given. Isabel enjoyed watching Annie force her own fingers into her little pussy and anus in a desperate attempt to make the hurt go away.

Nanny sat Annie on a chair in the corner of the nursery with her hands on her head. The chair faced into the nursery and Nanny had Annie put her feet up on the chair seat with her knees spread wide apart so her opened holes were on display. Nanny went to the 'thinking chair' where Suzy was. She removed the metal rods from Suzy's punished holes and emptied the urine into a potty ready for disposal. Then, like Annie, Suzy was made to sit on the 'thinking chair' with her feet up and knees wide apart. All eyes were on Charlie who was weeping in his Mummy's lap; Nanny smiled, she'd been looking forward to this.

Nanny fetched the humming electrical box. Charlie wailed when he saw that he was going to be punished electrically. He couldn't bear it, it hurt so much! Nanny put the box down next to the nursery table where the children ate their food.

"Up on here, Charlie!" Nanny commanded, "On your knees, head down and bottom up!"

Wailing and making pitiful mewling noises, Charlie was pushed off his Mummy's knees and propelled over to where Nanny stood next to the table. Nanny lifted Charlie up onto the table top, positioning him on his hands and knees. Sobbing loudly, Charlie tried to show how good he was going to be by putting his head down and resting on his elbows and forearms. He shuffled his knees wide apart so his willy and little ballsies dangled in full view between them. He felt the shameful waft of cold air on his bottom hole as his cheeks parted exposing his anus. Isabel drank in the view; he was so cute with his spread bottom stuck out like that ready to be punished and his tiny balls and cock hanging down. Isabel knew that Nanny's preferences were for little girls, but the way Isabel's older bothers had hurt her for their own intense sexual satisfaction made Isabel enjoy Charlie's screams as he was punished in a very special way. Isabel's pussy was on fire; she hoped Nanny had found a new way to make Charlie scream louder than ever.

"Madam," said Nanny, "proudly to Isabel, "I have been able to develop a new way of punishing this naughty little boy for his revolting cummies. I think you'll find this most entertaining!" Nanny added with a twinkle in her eyes.

Nanny went to the box containing her electrical punishment items. She picked out a flat metal loop with a screw device to adjust the width of the loop. There was a wire attached to the metal loop. Nanny picked out a smooth shiny metal object from the box; it was 3 inches long, cylindrical with tapered ends and a thick middle of about one inch diameter. At one end a strong fine metal chain about quarter of an inch thick was attached and next to the chain an electrical wire was attached to the object.

Nanny took the objects and put them on the table next to Charlie. She fed his little cock and balls through the metal loop and began to tighten the screw, closing the loop. Isabel watched with rapt attention as Charlie's cock and balls squeezed out under the loop. Charlie's terrified cries and pleadings for her to stop filled the room. Charlie was already imagining what the punishing electrical current right through his willy and ballsies would feel like.

Nanny attached the wire from the metal loop to the electrical box. She took the shaped metal cylinder and began to smear it with petroleum gel. Isabel's pussy throbbed powerfully. It was going to go in Charlie's bottom! Nanny was going to stuff the whole thing up his bottom! And it had a wire on it! What would Charlie do when his rectum and cock and balls were all punished electrically at the same time? Isabel's pussy gave a little spasm. If Nanny carried on with this level of entertainment her pussy would actually cum of its own accord!

Nanny positioned the end of the tapered cylinder against Charlie's anus and began to push. The cold metal forced open the little hole and Charlie squealed as he felt himself being opened. As Nanny got past the halfway mark, the rest of the cylinder slipped into Charlie's rectum. Just the wire and the thin chain hung out of Charlie's bottom hole. Charlie was weeping with fear; the cold metal thing in his bottom was going to have the terrible electrical pain coming out of it in any minute. Why had he let mummy give him all those cummies? Now he was going to get a terrible punishment.

Nanny attached the wire from Charlie's anus to the electrical box. Then she went back to the box of electrical punishment equipment and took out another object. It was instantly recognisable as a nursery cane, but not quite like one Isabel had seen before. The whole length of the cane, apart from the handle, was wrapped in with shiny copper wire. The base of the wire near the handle was connected to an electric flex. Nanny proudly showed off the cane to the whole nursery.

"My new electric cane!" she proclaimed.

Isabel clapped heartily in congratulation at Nanny's ingenuity. Nanny and she were going to have many hours of fun with an electric cane in their hands.

Nanny came back to stand behind Charlie and attached the flex from the electric cane to the box. She rested the cane against the sobbing little boy's bottom and pushed the big switch on the electrical box. The box hummed slightly. Nothing else happened.

"Is it working?" enquired Isabel, anxious to hear Charlie's shrieks of distress.

Nanny smiled.

"We shall soon find out, Madam." she said, "This punishment is about us teaching this naughty young child that there are no easy decisions in this life. That choosing one thing, like having a little cummy, may lead to another thing, like having a nasty punishment. You see, while my cane touches his bottom, nothing happens, but should I remove it..."

Nanny lifted the cane away from Charlie's bottom. The moment the cane came out of contact with the bare flesh the electrical box buzzed loudly. Charlie's reaction was instantaneous; he screamed and screamed and screamed. Isabel watched in wonder at how Charlie's little bottom hole, cock and balls seemed to have a life of their own, jerking and clenching. Within just a moment Charlie had rolled over onto his side, shrieking and trying to pull the punishing devices away. Nanny was furious.

"YOU DISGRACEFUL LITTLE BOY!" Nanny shouted, "HOW DARE YOU COME OUT OF POSITION! HOW DARE YOU!"

Nanny switched the box off and Charlie's more desperate shrieks subsided to a howling. Nanny bodily picked up Charlie from the table top, the wires still trailing from this anus, cock and balls. She carried him to the top of the cart that Annie had been secured to during her terrifying hole reaming. As Charlie wept and pleaded with Nanny not to, she strapped the little boy into the same bottoms up, heads down, legs apart position that he had been in on the table. Isabel's pussy dribbled copiously as she watched; now little Charlie could be punished properly.

Nanny rested the cane against Charlie's up-thrust bottom and turned the box back on.

"Listen to me, child!" she commanded, "You have a choice, just like you did to be good and not have a cummy! You can choose for Nanny to cane, in which case you must ask nicely, or to be electrically punished. When I take my cane off your bottom you will be electrically punished. You can ask me to get the cane put back, but when I do it will be very hard indeed. Do you understand me, Charlie?"

Above Charlie's terrified sobs both ladies heard a whining "Yes Nanny!"

Nanny took the cane off Charlie's bottom and raised it back, ready to whip down with all the force she could muster. Charlie screamed, his whole body writhing within the position he was restrained in, his anus and genitals convulsing with the punishing current.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! EEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! NANNEEEEEEEEY! THE CANE! PLEASE! THE CANE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" Charlie screamed

Nanny whipped the cane across Charlie's tiny buttocks. The cane made a solid meaty flesh noise as it bit into the cringing bottom.

THWICK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" he squealed, the vicious sting of the little cane subsuming his whole mind now the electrical discipline and stopped, "YAAAAAAAAAH! MY BOTTY! IT HURTS!"

"Well," smiled nanny, "we'll just have to take the cane off it then, won't we!"

Nanny lifted the cane back ready for the next stroke. As soon as the cane lost contact with Charlie's bottom the box buzzed and the dreadful electrical punishment of Charlie's private parts began again.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! YAAAAAAAAAAH! YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! THE CANE! CANE ME! NANNEEEEEEEEEEY!" he shrieked.

Nanny obliged with a whippy enthusiasm that belied her years.

THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEE! MUMMY! IT HURTS!" Charlie howled, "NANNY! PLEASE! DON'T TAKE THE CANE OFF ME! BWAAAAAAAAH!" he begged.

Nanny left the cane resting against Charlie's bottom just long enough for sting to really sink in, and then she lifted it off.

The box buzzed and once again Charlie's hysterical screaming filled the nursery. He begged like a good little boy for Nanny to cane spank his bottom and Nanny happily obliged. And so it carried on, Charlie lost in an impossible world of terrible electrical punishment for his anus, willy and balls or a vicious whippy caning that he'd had to beg for with his own mouth. Before long the little boy's small bottom was a dark red mass of swollen cane marks, all merging into one another. But still, as Nanny lifted the cane the little boy, his voice hoarse from his screams and the cries, begged Nanny to give his bottom further punishment. Isabel revelled in his pathetic pleading.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEE! NANNEEEEEEEEY! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! CANE ME! PLEEEEEEEEEASE! MAKE IT STOP! CANE MY BOTTY! PLEASE!" he'd shriek.

And Nanny would whip the cane into his cheeks with just as much zeal as she had the very first stroke. Isabel had never seen anything like it. Her pussy craved little boy mouth attention. Particularly a bottom caned, genitally electrically punished little boy whose mouth and tongue would work their hardest in Mummy's soaking, gaping, hairy pussy. Isabel looked directly at Nanny and, once she had her attention, raised her eyebrows and looked significantly down at her own pussy. Nanny got the message. She turned off the box and began to un-strap the hysterical child.

Isabel, with indecent haste, pulled her dress off; she was naked underneath. Annie's and Suzy's weeping became louder as they saw their Mummy stripping off. Mummy always wanted 'entertainment' when she was having her wee hole kissed, and that entertainment was screaming howling children having their little bottoms thrashed. If Charlie was going to be put between Mummy's legs to please her then it was the girls' bottoms that were going to receive the most severe discipline.

As Charlie was handed over to his naked Mummy, Isabel smiled at Nanny.

"Nanny dear, there are two little bottoms here that seem to have been hardly touched. Please can you put that right with the cane whilst Charlie helps me 'relax'." Isabel instructed.

"Of course, Madam!" Nanny smiled, knowing her own pussy would enjoy the attention of the girls later and that a good caning would make them comply with her most intimate demands however revolting they found them.

Isabel sat back on a low armchair, her legs spread over the arms and her bottom shuffled forward in the seat. Charlie, his loud miserable sobs sending tingles through her, knelt in front of Isabel and bent down to put his mouth in her pussy. Meanwhile Nanny positioned two straight-backed chairs opposite Isabel with the chair seats facing her. The girls were ushered up onto the seats so they were kneeling with their heads down on the seat, their legs spread and their bottoms stuck out. Isabel was on eye level with the parted little bottoms and could see the girls' up-side-down crying faces between their spread legs. Nanny flexed the nursery cane. As an afterthought she proceeded to tie Suzy's hands to the bars on the back of the chair. She knew that Madam wouldn't want any nonsense; she would only want to see little shrieking faces and tiny bottoms being thrashed dark red.

Isabel relaxed and pushed Charlie's face into her pussy. The loud slurping and sucking of a little boy desperate to please his Mummy's hole began. The tiny tingly sparks filled Isabel's pussy and Isabel nodded at Nanny; she wanted to hear those little girls screaming. Nanny raised the cane and landed a whippy one right across the fullest part of Annie's bottom, right on the sit-down part.

THWICK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! YAAAAAAAAAAH!" Annie screamed, her face looking straight at her Mummy from between her legs.

Nanny whipped the cane into Suzy's tiny bottom next.

THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NANNEEEEEEEEEY! MUMMEEEEEEEEEY! PWEEEEEEEEEEEASE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" howled Suzy.

Nanny returned to the howling Annie for the next whippy stroke.

"WHAAAAAAAAA! NANNEEEEEY! PLEASE! DON'T!" pleaded Annie from between her legs.

THWICK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BUMMEEEEEEEEEY!" Annie shrieked, her bottom wriggling furiously.

As Annie's bottom waved about, her anus and pussy opened up, gaping wide as a result of their previous strict stretching. Isabel felt her own pussy gaping and she put her legs around Charlie's back, pushing his face deep into her soaking hole and smothering him. She began to hump his wriggling face and howling mouth as she watched Nanny thrashing the screaming girls' bottoms with the nursery cane. As the girls screamed and their cane whipped bottoms danced in front her, Isabel felt her orgasm coming and ground herself harder into Charlie's little face. As she felt her stomach tightening and her pussy spasming, Isabel let out a moaning wail as the most tremendous orgasm overtook her. It seemed to last forever as Nanny carried on thrashing the tiny bottoms making the girls howl and plead with their Mummy.

As Isabel came off her high, she pushed away her sobbing gasping son from between her legs; his little face had served its purpose. She surveyed the scene of the shrieking cane whipped girls, now up and dancing about clutching big chunks of their scalded bottoms. As Isabel closed her eyes and savoured the sound of the howling punished little children she felt a small spark of sexual pleasure in her pussy. Isabel gritted her teeth as the spark became a discernible tingle. It was always this way with her; one amazing orgasm just made her need another. Isabel knew what she wanted to do to now; make Charlie suffer for what her brothers had done to her; their cocks, their big hard cocks, in her mouth, in her throat, in her pussy, in her bottom, hurting her, making her cry, and the more she sobbed and begged them, the more they enjoyed themselves and the harder they were with her.

Isabel got up.

"Nanny, may I borrow your cane, please?" Isabel asked, holding out her hand for the whippy little yellow rattan stick.

"Of course, Madam!" said nanny, handing it over.

"I'm just going to take Charlie next door into the bedroom to spend a little time with him." Isabel continued.

Isabel took hold of Charlie's hand and began dragging him out of the dayroom to the children's bedroom.

"Bwaaaaaaaah! Mummy! Mummy! Noooooooo! Don't hurt me more! Please! Don't take me! I'll be good! I don't want to be hurt more!" Charlie wailed as he was dragged out.

As Isabel departed from the dayroom she saw Nanny stripping her clothes off so she could be naked and enjoy herself using the girls.

Annie and Suzy wept as they watched Nanny taking off her clothes and folding them, just so. As she disrobed the folds of her matronly body came into view and then her large saggy bottom and gaping soaking red rash of a pussy that nestled in a forest of grey pubes. When Nanny was completely naked, she turned around with her back to the girls and bent over slightly. Then she reached behind herself and pulled her bottom cheeks apart revealing her dark deep-set red unclean anus.

"Tongues up my bottom hole, girls!" Nanny commanded, in a voice that told the girls exactly what might happen should they decline.

Nanny sighed as she felt two little faces and two tiny tongues competing to see who could get into Nanny's bottom hole the most.

As Nanny made tiny satisfied moans, she heard Charlie start his screaming next door. It was an eerie high pitched scream, almost as if the little boy couldn't believe how much he had been hurt. Then there was another scream, then another, then suddenly the screams were muffled and almost continuous. Nanny could just make out the sound of the repeated 'Thwick' of the nursery cane on bare flesh. Her pussy tingled nicely as she listened to the little boy being punished. She idly wondered what on earth his mother was doing to him.

In the bedroom Charlie was lying naked, face up on the bed. His mother was kneeling astride him with her pussy over his howling mouth. She was facing down his little body and had trapped his arms under her legs. Charlie's legs kicked wildly as his mother used the nursery cane to spank his little penis and balls. The fronts of Charlie's thighs were covered with cane marks his penis was red and swollen with welts. The feeling for Isabel of Charlie screaming into her pussy was indescribable and she aimed another smack with the cane at his little willy. This was what her brothers deserved. How she would have loved to watch someone do this to them when she was little. If only she'd been the big sister and they'd been her little brothers, she'd have done this to them all the time. Isabel caned the child's thighs and tiny cock even more, the cane flicking onto his little balls. Isabel could feel it coming, on the edge her consciousness a huge orgasm was on its way. It overtook her and she began to moan and wail with pleasure as it ripped through her body and a wave of acute mind-blowing sensation radiated out from her spasming pussy as she continually spanked Charlie's willy with the cane.

In the dayroom Nanny was in the armchair that Isabel had recently vacated. Like Isabel, Nanny had her legs slung over the arms of the chair. Annie had her face buried in Nanny's pussy and Suzy was desperately licking at Nanny's anus. The sound of Isabel's orgasmic wails from next door set Nanny's own orgasm off and she grabbed Annie's head with both hands, vigourously rubbing Annie's face between her legs, masturbating herself against the little mouth, lips, tongue and nose of the young girl. Nanny's pussy opened and closed as she came and little squirts of juice erupted covering Annie's face and hair and getting in Annie's eyes. Nanny paid no attention to Annie's squeals but kept on rubbing the wailing face into her pussy as the orgasm went on and on. What a delight it was, thought Nanny, to be able to punish little children for your job.

Chapter 2 - The Schoolroom

As we reached the top of the main staircase Isabel turned and, putting her hand against my cheek, lent forward and kissed me passionately. The fact my wife was so turned on by the idea of punishing little children's bottoms inflamed my own passions.

"Oh Jeremy, I can't wait to see all Nanny's new things!" she smouldered, her hand lowering itself to rub my cock through my trousers. "I bet Miss Smalls makes the girls really scream when you see them today!"

"Miss Smalls knows what I like." I grinned.

Isabel and I went our separate ways, she to the Nursery and I to the Schoolroom. Set down a gloomy corridor behind a closed door was the staircase to the attics of the East wing, where the schoolroom, the elder girls' bedroom and Miss Smalls' room were. There was no sound as I climbed the staircase. The sound-proofed double doors at the top of staircase meant that even if all three girls had been shrieking at the tops of their voices I wouldn't have heard a sound. My cock was bursting in anticipation of the delightful morning I would have with Miss Smalls and the girls. Miss Smalls loved to sexually debase the girls by making them please me in the most obscene ways. The vigourous and skilful application of the schoolroom's many spanking tools ensured that the girls quickly overcame any feelings of disgust for how they were required to pleasure me and became highly willing participants, their only concern to make their daddy's cocky feel nice and squirt its sticky stuff out.

Miss Smalls had been the most wonderful find. At only twenty five years old she was the most attractive woman. Just the better built side of slim with wavy shoulder length auburn hair, long legs, pert breasts and a bottom that protruded firmly with a deep seductive division between the cheeks. Miss Smalls was the product of a notorious orphanage that Isabel and I had frequented on a regular basis. All the teachers, male and female, without exception, were the strictest disciplinarians, loving every minute of every shriek and howl they brought forth from their little bare bottomed charges, then taking every opportunity to sexually enjoy their complete control over the miserably compliant children.

At the age of fourteen the boys and girls were kicked out, often finding themselves in the service of gentlemen and ladies who had visited the orphanage to watch and participate in their long harsh punishments and then enjoy their little bodies afterwards. As the property of such households, the young teens soon learned that the only thing in their life that mattered was coaxing as many orgasms a day as they could from their master's and mistress's big adult genitals. The alternatives to such a duty were soon made clear after they joined such a household. Maybe it was a night with the dogs, or a visit to the beehives or some time with the filthy drunken vagabonds on the estate.

Miss Smalls had been made the legal ward of the orphanage at five years old when her mother had passed away a drunkard. From her very first day, Miss Smalls' little bottom learnt that it had more uses them just being sat on and pooing. Its primary use was to please adults by being thrashed into a red swollen ball of agony and then acting as the receptacle for excited engorged adult penises.

As Miss Smalls grew up in the orphanage, it was determined that she had something of a penchant herself for the exciting practice of little bare bottom discipline. At first this manifested itself by her telling on fellow children in return for being allowed to watch their punishment, often using her body to sexually excite the teachers so they punished her little friends harder. Soon it was noticed that her hand was in her knickers during the punishment of others. These activities were encouraged by her teachers, who loved nothing better than a true kindred spirit. As soon as she reached the age of ten years she was put in charge of a small dormitory of five to seven year olds and handed her a very own dormitory cane. The peepholes into the dormitory enabled her teachers to enjoy the nightly shows of prolonged discipline and little girl sexual excess that she unknowingly put on for them. The limit placed on dormitory monitors of ten cane strokes per punishment was always forgotten as the young Miss Smalls cane spanked the bottoms of her little subordinates until they were hoarse from screaming and desperate for the pain in their bottoms to stop. It was only then that a ten year old pussy was revealed as the way out of an even more prolonged punishment. Then desperate little tongues were seemingly only too pleased to bring her to orgasm after orgasm long into the night.

Miss Smalls was never censured for her actions but rather applauded by the teachers. Her fellow children were afraid of her and the increasing power she wielded to have their bottoms whipped in any way she wished. Miss Smalls was also intelligent and began to receive private tuition from various teachers. Often, for the teacher's enjoyment, she would discipline other children in front of them and then ensure that the teacher's large adult cock or pussy was fully satisfied by the squealing punished child, all of which the teacher could enjoy without lifting a finger.

As she made herself useful and well-liked, the orphanage found other roles and reasons for her to stay on beyond fourteen years old until, at twenty one, it was no longer possible in light of Miss Smalls low social standing to keep her; at this point that the orphanage reached out to Isabel and myself, with the view to us offering Miss Smalls a position. We were invited to spend an afternoon and night at the orphanage to interview Miss Smalls.

It proved to be the most wonderful time for Isabel and myself. Miss Smalls seemed to have an uncanny knack of knowing just what a most disciplinary minded adult enjoyed. The orphanages' children's fear of her terrible reputation only added to our excitement as she brought child after terrified child in front of us, to strip naked and entertain us with an almost unending variety of disciplinary techniques that had the child in question screaming for mercy as their little bottom was set on fire. Our engorged genitals were repeatedly teased to orgasm after orgasm by little mouths and tongues and, in my straining cock's case, by tiny throats, pussies and bottom holes. Many hours later, by the time our sexual desires had been exhausted, it seemed a foregone conclusion that Miss Smalls would join Isabel and me to set up the schoolroom and tutor our children.

My cock twitched at the thought of the pleasure Miss Smalls would give me with the girls. I opened and stepped through the first of the two doors and through the second finding myself on the small landing that serviced the schoolroom, Miss Smalls quarters and the girls' bedroom. I could hear Miss Smalls' voice, firm and demanding, from behind the door to the schoolroom. My body tingled with excitement as I opened the schoolroom door and my erect cock gave an involuntary jerk.

The schoolroom was clad in dark oak panelling. To the right of the door a row of three iron-framed wooden desks with bench seats faced a central dais on which a large teacher's desk stood. Sitting behind the teacher's desk was a chair and behind that a blackboard. In the corner was a large oak cupboard in which the classroom supplies and Miss Smalls extensive collection of punishment equipment was kept. The windows were high set and a series of electric lights hung from the ceiling. The lights were permanently on ensuring that the room was brightly illuminated at all times. To the left of the door was a large bed. The bed only had a top sheet and pillows, there was no bedding. The only purpose of the bed was for the use of adults to enjoy the attentions of little girls and their hot painful bottomed need to please the adults in charge of them. At the foot of the bed a door lead to a full sized bathroom and toilet.

Miss Smalls was sat at the teacher's desk. Behind her on the blackboard was a complex set of mathematics that was clearly well in advance of anything a little girl might understand. As I walked in she looked up and smiled at me.

"Good morning, Sir!" she said cheerfully, "I'm teaching the girls some simple maths, but they seem not to be concentrating today. I'm going to have to test them on it later. They better have been listening or..." Miss Smalls dramatically clapped her hands together loudly three times to simulate the sound of a little bottom being spanked.

As I had entered the girls had turned round in their seats and began to stumble to their feet as a mark of respect. They had been taught to stand whenever I entered a room. All three of them were so cute. The eldest was Veronica who was 11 years old. Veronica was tall for her age, thin, with dark hair worn short at shoulder length and a soft pale skin. She had long pretty legs and a tight muscular little bottom with cheeks that seemed to stick out in a way that was quite out of proportion to the rest of her. I loved spending time with Veronica; she was a cowardly sensitive little girl, she seemed to be able to cry and mewl almost indefinitely, and squeal and beg in the most delicious way as her bottom and holes were strictly dealt with. Even the sight of me entering the schoolroom had caused tears to spring to her eyes and start to trickle down her face at the thought of what I might do. I saw her eyes flit to my crotch, and as she saw the large bulge in my trousers she audibly gulped and the tears trickled down her cheeks faster. To her right in the centre of the three girls was Karen, an attractive nine year old little blonde, her blue eyes wide open with trepidation as to the reason daddy had arrived in the schoolroom. Usually it could mean only one thing and that was a terrible painful time for her little bottom. Karen's hair was tied in two pretty bunches and she was chubbier and shorter than Veronica. Karen's bottom was padded with puppy fat and the cheeks were soft and wobbly. Karen hated having to sexually pleasure me and that made me enjoy her doing it all the more. Finally at the end of the line of desks was little eight year old Charlotte, the smallest of the three girls she had only moved up to the schoolroom from the nursery some three months ago. She had soon learnt that Miss Smalls could make a girl's bottoms hurt more than Nanny would ever have dreamed of. Charlotte was my little favourite at the moment; her wild curly hair tied up in a pony tail, she had a slim upper body with thick legs and a chunky bottom. Her pretty freckled face and green eyes looked up at me in dread, the tears already starting to form. Her little holes were still so tight that my cock needed to push hard to get in. The way she wriggled and squealed when I was punishing her like this made my cock go hard as iron. I watched the first tear trickle down her face as she saw the look in my eyes and realised that daddy was going to be very hard with her today.

Each of the girls was wearing a short black school pinafore that barely came down to below her crotch, a pair of self suspending white stockings that came to just above their knees, smart black leather shoes and a white cotton blouse under their pinafore.

Miss Smalls smiled at me.

"Girls!" she said, "Come here and let me make you ready. Daddy is going to spend this morning with us, so I might as well take your clothing off now."

I went and sat on the edge of the bed, making myself comfortable to watch the exciting show of Miss Smalls undressing the girls. Miserably the three girls shuffled out of their row of desks and went to where Miss Smalls was standing in the space between their desks and hers. She beckoned to Veronica.

"You first, Veronica!" she said, "Let's get these clothes off so daddy can have a good look you. I've got a feeling that I'm going to have to be very strict with you today!"

Veronica made a high pitched mewling sound of distress as Miss Smalls teased her about how much her bottom would hurt. Veronica raised her arms obediently so Miss Smalls could pull her pinafore off over her head. As the hem of the pinafore lifted, I could see that Veronica was wearing a strange white translucent, almost shiny, pair of knickers. Her little bottom and pussy were plainly visible through the material.

"They are the very latest material, Sir!" Miss Smalls confirmed to me, "It's called nylon. As you can see it has the most interesting effect. I've found if you soak them for a wet-knicker-spanking it's almost as if they weren't there! Would you like the girls to have a wet-knicker-spanking? You know how much it stings them!"

"Why yes, Miss Smalls!" I smiled back, "It always stings more on the wet, doesn't it!"

"Oh yes indeed, Sir!" she smiled back, "Perhaps I'll cane them on the wet. I always find they scream so much better that way!"

By now all three girls were sobbing. The talk of wet knickers and canings had quickly translated itself in their minds to the mind-blowing pain they would feel in their bottoms when Miss Smalls vigorously administered their punishment. Poor cowardly little Veronica reacted the worst. As Miss Smalls pulled her clothes off, the little girl shivered in fright, the tears dripping down her face.

"A-hurrr-hurrr! Oh please, Miss Smalls! Not on the wet! Not with the cane! A-hurrrr! A-hurrr! Oh please! Don't!" Veronica wept.

In a few moments Veronica stood there in just the see-through knickers; how pretty she looked with that cute little camel-toe between her legs and the dark division between her bottom cheeks. Miss Smalls put Veronica's hands on her head and left her standing there for me to admire. Next she turned her attention to Karen who sobbed noisily as her clothes were stripped off.

"Don't be such a baby! Silly girl!" Miss Smalls chided, "It won't be long before I'm giving you something to really cry for!"

As Karen's pinafore came off, Miss Smalls drew her hand back and landed a tremendous smack across Karen's knickered bottom.

SMACK!

The sound echoed round the schoolroom followed immediately by Karen's squeal as her bottom thrust forward, propelled by the force of the smack.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" the little nine year old wailed, dancing about.

"Stand still! Do as you're told! I'm going to cane you harder than ever today, Karen!" lectured Miss Smalls.

Karen wailed as the last of her clothes were pulled off; her little face red, her mouth pulled down and tears streaming down her face. My cock twitched; I loved seeing her like that. I couldn't wait to see her eyes wide open, her head twisting wildly and her mouth open screaming as her little bare bottom was thoroughly caned. Karen stood sobbing, hands on head next to her sister, both of them still in those exciting see-through knickers made of that strange new material. I could see Karen's pretty pussy through the material. The cleft spread out a little more than Veronica's and I could see the hint of the red pussy interior. I wondered if Karen had started the day with a humiliating public masturbation from Miss Smalls. I had no doubt that despite her best efforts Karen would have been delicately and expertly made to have a public and probably explosive cummy whilst being lectured on the dire consequences for her little bottom should she let such a disgusting thing happen. But Miss Smalls' fingers were so well experienced in the intimate workings of little girls' pussies that in no time, gasping and huffing like a train, Karen would have had a fully fledged public cummy.

Miss Smalls focused her attention on little Charlotte. The weeping child looked up at the adult towering over her and her bottom lip quivered as the tears ran down her face.

"Please, Miss Smalls! I'm sorry! I'm sorreeeeeeeey!" Charlotte wept.

"Sorry for what, Charlotte?" asked Miss Smalls as she began to pull the little girl's clothes off.

"For being naughty?" quavered Charlotte, unsure of what Miss Smalls meant.

"Not good enough!" snapped Miss Smalls shrilly, "You don't even know what you did wrong!"

I saw Veronica and Karen looking directly at Charlotte and willing the little girl not to fall into Miss Smalls' trap. Karen even risked trying to shake her head to warn Charlotte, even though if Miss Smalls had seen she would have been whipped. Poor ignorant Charlotte had no idea and started to give Miss Smalls all the excuses she needed to give Charlotte's little bottom the most terrible thrashing it had ever had.

"Please, Miss! I sorry! I did poo and didn't wipe! I sorry! I wet bed and didn't tell! I sorry! I did wind in class! I sorry! I hid vegetables in toilet! I sorry! I copied Veronica's work! I sorry! I sorreeeeeeeey!"

Miss Smalls stood, a small wicked smile playing on her lips as she stripped off the remainder of Charlotte's clothes. I knew Miss Smalls' pussy would be soaking in anticipation by now.

"Oh, Charlotte!" she whispered, her voice smooth and silky like a snake, "You have been a naughty girl haven't you? I think it's time you had the big girls cane, isn't it?"

Charlotte wailed, her eyes wide open with terror and her legs doing a little dance of fear. She'd seen her sisters getting that, heard their desperate, almost inhuman, screams and seen their poor red swollen marked bottoms afterwards. What had she said? What had she done? My cock twitched desperately at her distraught performance.

"Veronica!" announced Miss Smalls, "Go and fetch half a bucket of water and a sponge for me! I mean to show your father what a proper wet-knicker spanking on these new knickers is like! I'm sure he will find it most entertaining!"

Mewling with fear and sobbing loudly, Veronica slowly walked to the bathroom at the back of the schoolroom. She disappeared inside and we heard the sound of a metal bucket clanking about and being filled with water. Veronica exited the room carrying a half filled bucket with a bath sponge in it.

"Excellent, Veronica!" remarked Miss Smalls, "We may need that bucket for later when you girls are pleasing your daddy!"

The girls crying increased in volume and there was a miserable wail from little Charlotte. She was still terribly new to having my penis inserted into her throat and found that, despite her repeated need to use the bucket, it didn't stop daddy from strictly re-inserting his penis deep into her throat and enjoying himself there.

Miss Smalls began to remove her own clothing.

"As you can see, girls," she explained logically, "I don't want to be getting my own clothes wet whilst punishing you!"

I knew that Miss Smalls liked nothing better than the delicious sensation of the girls' naked skin on hers as she took them over her lap and spanked their little bottoms a dark red. She was delighted to add her own nakedness to my enjoyment, reminding me of the countless times at the orphanage that she had pleasured Isabel and myself as we observed children screaming their heads off as their bottoms were thoroughly whipped.

Miss Smalls drew her long skirts over her head to reveal her beautiful firm body. She was dressed in a bodice that left her breasts naked and supported them so they thrust out. Her silk stockings came to mid thigh and were each supported by a lace garter. Other than that she wore nothing. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and had large red lips that were already shiny and wet. I knew that once she started spanking the girls her lush pussy would flower open into a soaking dribbling hole desperate for the attention of little mouths and tongues. It was clear that Miss Smalls fully intended to enjoy to the full the occasion of my hard cock punishing her little charges' holes; something she found deeply arousing.

Miss Smalls drew back the teacher's chair from behind her desk and placed it in the centre of the space between her desk and the children's. She positioned it side on to me so that as she took the girls over her lap I would be treated to a nice view between their legs. Miss Smalls took a large wooden hairbrush out of the desk drawer and displayed it to the girls.

"This should light a few fires on little sit-upons today!" she beamed.

The girls wept fearfully; a hairbrush spanking on wet nylon knickers was going to hurt their bottoms plenty.

Miss Smalls put the bucket, with the sponge still floating in the water, next to her chair and sat down.

"Charlotte first, I think!" she said, beckoning the little eight year old.

I saw at once that Miss Smalls was going to leave Veronica until last, when the scared little eleven year old would be beside herself with fear and desperately pleading to do anything rather than be spanked. I looked forward to hearing her weeping promises of sexual favours from me and Miss Smalls; anything to save her little bottom. But first there was Charlotte and Karen to enjoy.

Miss Smalls drew little Charlotte to her.

"Such a naughty girl!" she whispered as she pushed the sponge under the water and then used it to soak Charlotte's knickers that were stretched tight across the chubby little bottom.

Charlotte's breath came quickly, her eyes wide as she was prepared for what was going to be a very hard spanking. The knickers seemed to wet almost instantly and where they were in contact with Charlotte they became completely transparent.

Miss Smalls pulled Charlotte over her lap, making sure her little bottom was cocked up so that it was the highest point of her body; a perfect spanking position. As Charlotte's legs waved in the air I found that her pussy was clearly visible, the wet material stretched tightly across it. Miss Smalls made sure that she had a firm hold of Charlotte's little hands and then let fly with the hairbrush.

Charlotte's squeals filled the room as the little girl bucked and writhed over her strict teacher's lap. I could see that each time the stout wooden back of the hairbrush landed on Charlotte's little up-thrust bottom a fine spray of water droplets exploded from the edges of the brush. Miss Smalls carried on spanking hard. It seemed that she was going to deliver a first class spanking to the girls to begin with. She knew I demanded total obedience from the girls when they were pleasuring me and receiving the many intimate punishes punishments that Miss Smalls subjected them to. A hard bare bottom spanking would soon have the girls only too eager to show off their tiny genitals and use their bodies to make adult cocks and pussies feel nice.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Miss Smalls' hairbrush sounded a merry tattoo on Charlotte's little bottom cheeks as the child screamed and kicked. Charlotte tried to plead with Miss Smalls, but the spanking was so hard and fast that she could hardly find breath to do anything but squeal and howl.

CRACK! "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" CRACK! "NOOOOOOOOO!" CRACK! "WHAAAAAAAAA!" CRACK! "DON'T!" CRACK! "PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"

Charlottes little bottom was bright red. Miss Smalls stopped for a moment, examined the bottom and then dragged the by now almost dry knickers down Charlotte's legs, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor.

"Let's finish off on the bare, shall we!" exclaimed Miss Smalls.

The spanking started again, even harder this time. Charlotte screamed the room down. Not until the little bottom was a uniform dark red and swollen to what seemed twice its normal size did Miss Smalls stop. She let Charlotte off her lap for a fine display of little-girl-bare-naked-bottom-clutching-gymnastics as Charlotte showed off every nook and cranny of her body to us; a flash of open pussy here, her bottom cheeks pulled wide apart to show her anus there. I saw Miss Smalls' pussy leaking sticky fluid and there was a dark patch on my trousers where my pre-cum was leaking through.

Miss Smalls let Charlotte dance about the room until the squealing had subsided to howling sobs.

"Kneel up on your desk seat, Charlotte!" said Miss Smalls, pointing at Charlotte's desk, "Head down on the desk, bottom up, legs apart, you may rub if you wish!"

I was treated to the lovely sight of little Charlotte clambering up onto her seat and then sticking her bottom out at me where I sat only a few feet behind her. She spread her legs showing her cute little pussy and bottom hole and then both her hands came back for a long sore-bottomed-little-girl-trying-to-make-it-stop-hurting rub. Her little anus and pussy continually winked open and closed as her hands rubbed and pulled at her hairbrush marked cheeks.

Miss Smalls beckoned to Karen and the weeping shaking little girl took her place in front of her strict teacher, ready to have her knickers soaked for no other purpose than to make the sting from that nasty take hairbrush even more unbearable than ever before.

As Miss Smalls wet Karen's knickers with water from the sponge the girl fearfully pleaded with us.

"Sniff! A-hurrrr! Oh please, Miss Smalls! Please! Don't wet-knicker spank me! Not with the hairbrush! A-hurrr-hurrrr! I'll be so good for you and daddy! I'll kiss your wee hole and his willy! I'll do everything daddy likes! A-hurrrr! A-hurrr! Don't spank me! Pleeeeeease!" she wept.

Miss Smalls smiled to herself as she carried on wetting Karen's knickers and then pulled the sobbing pleading child over her lap. I could see Miss Smalls' pussy dripping more juice as she enjoyed Karen's pathetic display.

Just like with Charlotte, Miss Smalls enjoyed spanking the little bottom in front of her whilst Karen screamed and kicked. Through years of experience, Miss Smalls knew just how to spank a little bottom so that its young owner felt as if someone had made them sit in a fire. My cock was stifled in my trousers and I longed to release it to administer a further punishment to the girls.

As Karen squealed and a fine mist of water surrounded her knickers I enjoy watching Veronica as she stood hands on head watching her sister being spanked. Veronica's face was bright red and tear soaked, streams of snot ran down from her nose and she seemed unable to keep, still her body shifting from one foot to another in a dreadful jig of fearful anticipation. It almost looked as if she'd already been spanked; written all over her wide open fearful eyes was the terrible thought of 'it's my turn next'.

Miss Smalls pulled Karen's knickers down and off and begin giving Karen the final part of her spanking on the bare.

CRACK! "YAAAAAAAAAH!" CRACK! "DON'T! I'LL KISS WILLY!" CRACK! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" CRACK! "STOOOOOOOP! I'LL LICK YOUR HOLE!" CRACK! "WHAAAAAAAAA!" CRACK! "NOOOOOOOOO! DADDY PUT IT IN ME!" CRACK! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" CRACK! YAAAAAAAAAAH!"

I watched Karen's legs part widely and kick. She looked for all the world as if she were trying to swim over Miss Smalls lap. The display of her open pussy and parted bottom cheeks was powerfully erotic and I knew that I was going to be very firm with the girls when they were ready to please me.

Miss Smalls finished off dealing with Karen's squirming bottom and released her so she could jump about and show her spread genitals to us. Karen grabbed big chunks of her bottom cheeks, pulling them wide apart. Her face was bright red and the tears seemed to fly off as she howled and danced. She put on a long and elaborate show. It seemed that the wet-knicker spanking had had the remarkable effect of making the hairbrush sting considerably more than usual. Her squeals and rubbing and genuine shock at how much more it had stung than usual made Miss Smalls' pussy gape open and my cock tingle to such an extent I thought I might almost cum.

As Karen calmed down, the still wailing girl was sent to display her red bottom to me. Her vigorous rubbing opened her pussy and anus up as she knelt with her legs wide apart.

Veronica had seen Karen's terrible reaction to the wet-knicker spanking and was shaking with fear. She looked so cute as the tears dripped down her red face mixing with her snot as she cried loudly for our enjoyment.

"Bwaaaah! A-hurrrr! Bu-hurrrr! P...P...Please Miss!" she begged, "P...P...Please don't! A-hurrrr! Take me to the bed! I...I'll be good for you and daddy! A-hurrr! A-hurrrr! I...I'll do anything you want! Y...You can p...p...punish me in my holes! P...P...Please! A-hurrrr! Oh, oh, not the brush! N...N...Not on w...wet knickers!"

She pulled her knickers to one side to show us her pussy and anus in a display of what I could have if she wasn't spanked. Her desperate attempt to offer sex and her fearful pleading only made us want to spank her even harder; when the time came Veronica would carry out the most degrading sexual acts without hesitation. Poor little Veronica's display was only making things worse for her little bottom.

As Veronica wept and pleaded with us, Miss Smalls soaked the knickers and pulled the girl across in her lap. She trapped one of Veronica's legs between her own giving me a lovely view of the wet-knicker covered pussy. Veronica's begging became more frantic; she knew that Miss Smalls only trapped her leg like that when it was going to be an especially hard spanking.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The hairbrush exploded onto Veronica's wet bottom sending a fine little mist of water at each spank.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOOOOOO! TOO HARD! SHRIEEEEEEEEEEK!" Veronica bellowed, her free leg kicking madly.

Miss Smalls was in no mood to stop and carried on spanking just as hard.

"AAAAAAAAAAAGH! DADDEEEEEEEEEY! MAKE IT STOP! YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! I'LL PLEASE YOU! I'LL PLEASE YOUR WILLY! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she howled.

I could see that Miss Smalls was having a lovely time spanking Veronica. She was enjoying getting the hairbrush right under the sitting down part of the bottom where it stung the most, causing loud animated shrieking from the little girl. The tight little bottom was getting very red as Miss Smalls carried on spanking. My cock twitched repeatedly as I watched the exciting show and kept glancing at Karen's and Charlotte's red swollen bottoms and spread holes.

Miss Smalls released Veronica's leg and dragged her knickers off, then deftly slipped Veronica's leg back between hers. Now I could clearly see Veronica's cute little pussy spread open and her parted buttocks revealing her dark little bottom hole. Miss Smalls gave Veronica's bottom a series of tremendous spanks with the hairbrush that caused her to scream louder than ever. Then Veronica was put her on her feet to entertain us with her hot bottomed dance.

I loved to watch Veronica after a spanking; her wide eyed face in almost total disbelief about how much her bottom hurt, jumping from foot to foot, running around with tears and snot flying off her face, her head twisting about and her energetic rubbing and grabbing at her bottom pulling her pretty anus and pussy open, all the time her constant howling serenading the excited watching adults.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BOTTEEEEEEEY!" she wailed, "MY BOTTEEEEEEEY! IT HURTS! BWAAAAAAAAAAH! YOU DID IT SO HARD. MISS! WAAAAAAAAAAH! DON'T SPANK ME NO MORE! PLEEEEEEEEASE! I'LL BE SO GOOD! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! YAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Miss Smalls led the still wailing and bottom rubbing Veronica over to where I was sitting admiring Charlotte's and Karen's red little bottoms.

"Excuse me a moment, Sir." smiled Miss Smalls, "I just have to take the girls into the bathroom for a moment and then I'll bring them straight out for you."

I nodded in agreement. I hoped that Miss Smalls had one of my favourite activities planned.

The crying girls were ushered into the bathroom and the door shut behind them. For a few minutes there was the sound of a strict adult voice lowered so as not to be overheard and every so often the acquiescent reply of a little girl. Then the bathroom door opened and the three freshly spanked little girls were ejected. My cock jumped at the sight in front of me. Each girl had had her face made up with lipstick, eye liner and eye shadow. They each wore nothing but a tiny lace skirt that was gathered around the waist and ended just above their pubis. It seemed like it might have been made from a lace valance from a curtain, but the effect was stunning. They looked like little girl whores ready to serve their demanding client, their red bottoms on display, a sure sign that the madam expected total obedience to the client's wishes. Between their legs I could see the thick shiny application of copious quantities of petroleum jelly around their pussies. Having the girls make believe that they wanted to have deep intimate daddy sex with me was something I loved them to do. Even when they started to cry because daddy's willy was hurting them, they had to smile and say they wanted more. My cock was ready to enjoy them. Miss Smalls firmly moved Veronica towards me. It looked as if the eleven year old had been instructed to speak.

"P...P...Please, Daddy!" said Veronica in a tiny wavering voice, "W...We want to show you how much we love you for being a nice daddy and giving us somewhere to live. W...we know you like to use our bodies, s...s...so we want you to put your willy to our wee-wee holes. T...T...Then we can show how much we love you."

I smiled up at the three girls who looked at me with their frightened eyes, red and puffy from the tears. They looked so cute and sexy with their red bottoms, pouting made-up faces and tiny micro lace skirts.

"That's very kind of you, girls." I smiled, "My willy is very hard after watching you all get spanked like that. I'm going to have to put my willy all the way in you because of that."

Charlotte gave a wail of distress and a little tear trickled down her face. Having all of daddy's willy pushed up into her front hole would hurt her a lot. Karen and Veronica were gulping air like little fishes as they fought to keep back the tears while they thought of the burning pain in their own little holes as daddy forced his way up them.

"Take my clothes off, girls." I instructed them.

Three little girls, with tears streaming down their faces, began to help their excited daddy get undressed. Veronica undid the buttons on my shirt, Karen undid the belt on my trousers and began to unbutton my flies and Charlotte undid my shoes and set about putting them off. Soon my shirt was slipped off and my trousers pulled down; Charlotte was still struggling with my shoes. I helped her by loosening them so the trousers could come off too. The hard bulge of my cock was revealed in my underpants. Sniffing back the tears, Karen pulled my underpants down. My hard cock sprang out and hit her in the face. She jumped back whining as the engorged adult penis with its exposed smooth head and thin pee hole which oozed a droplet of pre-cum twitched in front of her.

Then I was naked, with my hard cock and three well spanked young girls ready to receive their special punishment from daddy in their small sensitive pussies.

"Sniff! Sniff! P...P...Please, daddy! Which of us do you want to put you willy into first?" Veronica snivelled.

"I think you first, Veronica!" I smiled.

Veronica's face went white as she looked at the big hard thing between my legs. I wanted to finish in little Charlotte; her tiny untutored holes and delightful response to being punished in them gave me my strongest orgasms. Veronica and Karen would be vigorously used to get my cock into a state where I could enjoy poor little Charlotte's tight hole.

I sat on the side of the bed and opened my legs, pulling Veronica between them with her back to me. I loved to look at her red inflamed bottom cheeks that were still stinging from Miss Smalls vigorous application of the hairbrush.

"Bend over and open your bottom for me, Veronica!" I instructed.

With a little wail of despair, Veronica did as she was told. I admired her pretty anus and the tiny pussy below. Her anus was dark skinned with a little pink hole showing as Veronica pulled at her buttocks, desperate to open herself wide and show daddy she was being good. I looked forward to pushing myself into that tight little hole later, but first it was time for her young pussy to be punished.

I positioned the end of my cock against the tiny opening of her pussy, then I took hold of her hips and pulled her back towards me. I felt the head of my cock pop into her little hole. She gave a wail as it went in her.

"Whaaaaaaa! A-hurrr! Please, daddy! No! Not deep! Please!" she wept.

I pushed further up her.

"Don't be silly, Veronica!" I chided, "You're the eldest; you know I always go all the way up you!"

"Daddy! Noooooooo! Pleeeeeease!" she begged.

I pushed another few inches up her, enjoying the feeling of her smooth tightness around the sensitive end of my cock.

"Waaaaaaaaah! It hurts! No more, daddy! Please, no more! Pleeeeeeeease!" Veronica frantically pleaded.

I pushed my whole cock up her until I was buried to the hilt.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOOOOO! DADDEEEEEEY! MY WEE HOLE! IT HURTS! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she squealed.

I began to thrust in and out of her tight little hole, teaching her a good lesson in little girl obedience. It looked so cute, her tiny spread bottom moving back and forth as my big adult cock slipped in and out of her well lubricated little hole. Her wails of distress made his sisters sob desperately as they waited their turn. Little Charlotte was beside herself and I enjoyed watching her squirming and doing a little jig as she watched her sister being punished.

I withdrew from Veronica by moving her little bottom away from me. There was an audible 'plop' sound as my cock came out of the tight hole. Her fretful hands came between her legs and began to clasp and rub her intimately punished little pussy.

"Owweeee! A-hurrr! A-hurrr! Daddy! It hurt! It really hurt! Bu-hurrrr! You did it so hard! Bwaaaaaaaaaah!"

My short time inside Veronica and her animated reaction had made my cock solid and it seemed to almost vibrate with pleasure as I looked up at Karen.

"Your turn next, Karen! I smiled at her.

Shaking and weeping copiously, Karen approached me. Her little hands were clasped together in front of her, almost as if in prayer.

"Whaaaaaa! A-hurrr! Please, daddy! Don't! Not hard like that! I'll be good! I'll be good forever! Don't! Please! Not like you did Veronica! Please! A-hurrrr!"

"Open your hole up!" I commanded.

Karen reached down with both hands and pulled her little pussy lips apart. The bright coral interior was on show, smeared with the clear petroleum gel. I held my cock so that the head was at the right height.

Come on, Karen! You know what to do!" I smiled. Making frightened little mewling noises, the nine year old moved closer to me and positioned her little pussy on the end of my cock. The soft resilient smooth feel of her on the sensitive exposed end of my penis felt so good.

"A-hurrrr! A-hurrrr! Pleeeeeease!" she wept, "Please don't make me!"

"Come on, Karen! Get it in!" I told her.

"Shall I get the strap out, Karen?" Miss Smalls encouraged.

Karen gave a wail and, bending her legs, lowered herself onto me. The tight hole opened up around my cock and the first few inches went in.

"Waaaaaaaaaaah! No more! No more please, daddy!" she cried.

Miss Smalls put a firm hand on Karen's shoulder and pushed her down. I grabbed her by the hips and held her steady as almost all my cock sunk into her. Karen's head twisted about and she squealed shrilly as her little pussy was so strictly punished. Her hands waved about helplessly in front of her. She knew far better than to try and use them to stop her punishment. Dozens of strict hand canings from Miss Smalls had taught her that.

"YAAAAAAAAAAH! DADDEEEEEEEEEY! NOOOOOOOOOO!" she howled, "DON'T PUMP ME! PLEASE DON'T PUMP ME!"

I smiled up at Miss Smalls who had her hands on both of Karen's shoulders. With my hands still on Karen's little hips, the two of us began to pump the little girl up and down on my hard cock.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOO! IT HURTS! DON'T PUMP! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Karen shrieked.

Karen's body moved up and down and I met her with my own thrusts. My balls tingled with pleasure as my hard cock moved in and out of her tight hairless little pussy. I looked up at Miss Smalls; she knew I was ready for Charlotte now.

Miss Smalls lifted Karen off me and my cock sprang out of her, completely rigid, shining and pulsating, excited and ready to punish little Charlotte who was crying loudly with fear.

Karen was howling and clutching her little pussy. Just as when they were spanked on their bottoms, each girl had their own punished-pussy-dance. Karen's was stamping one foot then the other on the floor as she rubbed and grasped at her gaping little hole.

Miss Smalls brought Charlotte to me. She was blubbering incoherently as her eyes fixed on my solid penis that was sticking out ready to intrude deep into her.

"Bwaaaaah! A-hurrrr! No! Please, daddy! Noooooo!" she begged as she was pushed in front of me between my legs.

"Oh Charlotte!" I said, reaching out and stroking her hair, "Daddy's willy is so hard after punishing your sisters, I'm afraid I'm going to have to hurt you a lot now!"

"Daddeeeeeey! Pleeeeeeeease! Nooooooooo!" she wailed.

I put my hand between her legs and slipped my middle finger into her well lubricated, tight, hot, little hole. She wailed as my finger went up her. My cock jerked as I imagined how good her little pussy was going to feel on me.

"Miss Smalls," I smiled, "please would you lift Charlotte and lower her down on me. I want to go all the way into her today!"

"No! No! No! Please! Not all the way!" begged Charlotte, "It hurts too much! Please daddy! No! Please!"

Miss Smalls picked up the little eight year old under her arms. I lifted and parted Charlotte's legs so they were either side of my body. As Miss Smalls lowered away I let go of one of Charlotte's legs and held my cock at its base to guide the tip into Charlotte's little pussy. It was such a delicious feeling as the tip of my cock touched the hot little hole of the sobbing eight-year-old and began to push into her. Charlotte wailed and wriggled as she was lowered further.

"I've been stretching her all week, Sir, so you could fit in nicely!" smiled Miss Smalls at me.

I was already halfway into her and Charlotte had started to wail miserably. Her desperate pleading for me not to go all the way in was music to my ears and made my cock harder than ever. I could smell Miss Smalls' engorged soaking pussy and knew that this was as exciting for her as it was for me.

Another inch of my cock went into Charlotte's tight little hole. Charlotte was desperately wriggling about, impaled on my stiff penis. The feeling of her wriggling and moving as her pussy twisted about on my cock was amazing. She was looking into my face and I could see how her own pretty little face was bright red and soaked with tears and snot as she begged me for it to stop.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEASE, DADDY! EEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT HURTS! STOOOOOOOOP! DON'T PUT IT ALL IN! YAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she howled.

Miss Smalls continued to lower Charlotte and I felt her spread thighs come into contact with my own until her weight was resting on me and I was fully embedded in her little pussy. Wailing and sniffling back her tears she looked up at me, her bottom lip trembling.

"What happens next, Charlotte?" I smiled at her.

"A-hurrr! A-hurrrr! Oh please, daddy! No, daddy! Don't! Please! Pleeeeeeeease! Don't, daddy!" she begged.

"Don't what, Charlotte?" I asked, eager to hear her say the words.

"A-hurrrr! Please, daddy! Please don't bounce me!" she wailed.

"Oh, Charlotte," I laughed, "of course daddy is going to bounce you! That's what makes his willy feel nice!"

I grabbed hold of Charlotte's bottom, one cheek in each hand, and bucked my hips lifting her up under her bottom at the same time. She lifted by two or three inches and then I let her fall back. My cock thrust directly into her pussy as she fell back and I was rewarded with a squeal of pain. I repeated the action immediately and as she fell back there was a soft little smacking noise as her thighs met mine. The feeling of her sliding up and down my cock so vigorously made my balls tingle. As I set into a little rhythm of making her whole body jump off me and then fall back, Miss Smalls clapped her hands in time to my thrusts and each time Charlotte's body lifted off me Miss Smalls called out 'Bounce!'.

"Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!" chanted Miss Smalls, as Charlotte squealed and wriggled as my cock thrust in and out of her little hole.

I could feel my balls starting to tighten and I increased the power and frequency of my thrusts. Charlotte was repeatedly propelled three or four inches into the air until only the last few inches of my cock were left in her and then she slammed back down and my cock drilled back in.

"BOUNCE! BOUNCE! BOUNCE!" chanted Miss Smalls, even more loudly and enthusiastically than before.

My cock went completely rigid and I felt my cum starting to shoot out into Charlotte. I groaned and writhed as I sat on the bed pumping jet after jet of sticky cum into Charlotte's tiny hole. When I eventually finished and the pleasure had passed, Miss Smalls lifted the howling girl off me. My cum immediately started to trickle out from Charlotte's little pussy between her fingers as she wept and rubbed her well punished hole.

As I enjoyed the spectacle of Charlotte dancing about rubbing herself, Miss Smalls was preparing for the girls' continued discipline. She opened the large oak cupboard and selected three smooth polished black Bakelite pegs. The pegs were solid cylinders, rounded at one end and flat at the other with a large metal screw protruding from the flat end. Each peg was a different size, the smallest about four inches long and an inch thick, the largest about five inches long and an inch and a half thick. Miss Smalls proceeded to screw the pegs into the bench seats of each of the girls' individual iron framed desks. The small peg went into Charlotte's seat, the next sized peg into Karen's and the largest into Veronica's. Despite my very recent orgasm, just the sight of the desk seats with these big hard pegs protruding upwards made my cock start to engorge again. The girls were weeping very prettily as they watched Miss Smalls prepare this uncomfortable sitting experience for them. I couldn't help fondling their hot red bottoms as they cried. Finally, Miss Smalls lubricated each peg with copious amounts of petroleum gel and then turned to the girls.

"Charlotte! Karen! Veronica!" she commanded, her voice stern and deep, "Get over here now! I've put you each on the next size up of bottom stretcher today! I'm sure you'll concentrate on your maths test much better with this up you!"

The girls slowly approached their desks. Veronica's mouth was pulled down at the corners and she let out a whine as she examined her peg.

"Sniff! A-hurrr! Please, Miss! It's so big! A-hurrrr! I could hardly fit the other one! Don't make me, Miss! Please, Miss!" she wept.

Karen was equally distressed by her new size of bottom stretcher. She touched it and felt its width.

"A-hurrr! Bu-hurrrr! Oooooooeeeeee! Oooooooeeeeee!" she wailed in fearful anticipation of how this big thing was going to hurt her little bottom hole.

It was Charlotte that had the most exciting reaction to the big thing sticking out of the seat. Only eight years old and not long out of the nursery, the extreme stretching that she now received under Miss Smalls' strict tutelage frightened the little girl and she shook and wept as she looked at the hard black peg.

"A-hurrrr! Please, Miss! No! I won't! I won't!" she wailed.

There was a dreadful moment's silence. Even Karen and Veronica went quiet. Charlotte had said "I won't". As soon as the words were out of her mouth Charlotte realised and she began to make terrified pleas to Miss Smalls.

"No! Please! I'm sorry, Miss! I didn't mean it! I will! I will! I'll get on now! Don't punish! Please Miss! I'm sorry!" she wailed.

The redoubtable Miss Smalls was already moving, a look of grim determination on her face.

"You never," she said, lifting Charlotte up off the floor with her left arm wrapped around the desperate child, "ever," and she held Charlotte over the seat her right hand under the girls bottom positioning the peg against the little fear tightened anus, "say 'I won't'" and she dropped Charlotte into her seat.

As Charlotte dropped down into her seat there was an imperceptible delay to her fall as her sphincter almost instantaneously dilated to allow the inch thick rod to violate her rectum. Charlotte screamed, her arms and legs kicking uncontrollably, as the huge thing suddenly occupied her little hole. Her mouth was wide open as she kept screaming, her eyes opened unblinking as the tears flew off her face whilst her head twisted about.

"You'll never say "I won't" again, will you Charlotte?" asked Miss Smalls.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NO MISS! NO MISS! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! I'LL NEVER! NO MISS! I'LL NEVER!" Charlotte screamed.

My cock became hard again as I watched her screaming kicking antics. Miss Smalls looked at Karen and Veronica meaningfully and the two girls immediately began to sit down on their own bottom stretchers. As they dilated their own anuses on the thick pegs they wailed miserably.

"Owwwweeeeeee! Ow! Ow! Ow!" mewled Karen.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeowch! Neeeeeeeeeeeeee! Yeow!" Veronica wept.

As the girls sat in their seats and their bottom holes absorbed more of the rods the tears coursed down their cheeks. Their chests heaved with laboured breathing until they were sitting with the huge rods fully inserted into their tight little bottom holes.

Miss Smalls smiled pleasantly at them.

"Well girls, now that we're all sitting comfortably," she paused to laugh gaily at her own little joke, "you can begin your maths test. Take the paper out of your desk and begin writing."

Miss Smalls turned to the blackboard and flipped it over on its central pivot. The most complicated set of equations came into view, the same sort of sums that the girls had been struggling with when I arrived at the schoolroom.

"Now girls," said Miss Smalls, her voice low and threatening, "make sure you do a good job so your daddy can see what a good teacher I am. Or else I will have to spend such a long time showing your daddy how I punish little girls who don't try! You have 10 minutes, starting one minute ago."

The girls pulled blank papers out of their flip top desks and began to write their names on the papers, their arms and hands wiping tears off their faces in an effort to see the questions through tear blurred eyes.

For the first minute or so of their remaining time the girls studied the sums on the blackboard. Veronica started to write something, Karen stared at the blackboard blankly and Charlotte wept loudly, her bottom constantly twisting on the big thing in her anus.

After a few minutes Veronica crossed out what she had written with a look of desperation in her eyes. Karen had started to cry more loudly and Charlotte seemed to have lost any hope she might answer the difficult sums, weeping miserably and no doubt contemplating the awful consequences for her little bottom

Miss Smalls lent over between Charlotte and Karen.

"You have five minutes left. How dare you not write anything!" Miss Smalls lectured them, "Having your daddy think I can't teach! You'd better get those answers written down now or I'll strap those little bottoms until you can't sit for a week!"

Miss Smalls turned back to me and she gave her soaking pussy a long rub, sliding two fingers up to make a repeated squelching sound. The girls carried on crying and trying desperately to think of a way to answer the questions; the sound of Miss Smalls pleasuring her pussy during their punishments was quite normal to them.

As the ten minutes drew to a close Veronica started to weep as well; her paper was a mass of crossed out workings. Like her sisters she knew that Miss Smalls was rubbing her pussy in anticipation of giving their three little bare bottoms the strapping of a lifetime. 'Oh how the strap stung!' thought Veronica, as her tears flooded out. Her little bottom would be bruised and welted for days by the time Miss Smalls had finished.

As the time came to a close Miss Smalls collected the papers; two blank ones and a third covered in crossed out scribbles. She took a perfunctory look at them and then tossed them all straight in the bin.

"Rubbish!" Miss Smalls said in a slow loud threatening voice, "Absolute rubbish! You are lazy, ignorant, rude, insolent little girls. Now your daddy will see how I deal with such disobedient children's little bottoms! All of you, stand up!"

The girls began to stand, the large hard poles withdrawing themselves from their anuses. There was a sucky squelchy noise from each of the girls' backsides as the stretchers were withdrawn. I watched their little bottom holes sliding up the poles, the skin around the holes being pulled down by the poles as their bottoms moved up. It was clear from the state of the poles that the girls had not received their daily enemas. Miss Smalls face went dark red with anger.

"You disgusting disgraceful little girls!" she fumed, "Look! Look at the state of your stretchers! Those stretchers were clean when I put them out for you! Look at them now! Filthy! Revolting! You can get your down on your hands and knees and lick them clean. That will teach you! Get down and do it right now! Lick them clean! I'm going to clean your little bottom holes for you when you've finished! I'm going to give you the biggest enemas you've ever had!"

The girls wept as they got onto their hands and knees under their desks, the smelly poles on their seats in front of them. Veronica, knowing only too well the kind of things that might happen to a girl's bottom if she were to disobey Miss Smalls, bent her face to towards the pole. Her nose wrinkled as she smelt herself on the pole. She stuck her tongue out and began to lick, weeping bitter tears of humiliation as she carried out the horrible task.

Seeing their sister acting so obediently encouraged the younger girls to do the same, but as soon as Karen tasted herself on the pole she began to make distressed spitting noises. Miss Smalls retrieved a large three foot yellow rattan senior girls cane from the cupboard. She swished it dramatically through the air and in a moment all three of the girls were hungrily slurping up and down their poles, the nasty taste making them drool and gag. The thought of the 'big girl cane' landing across their bottoms made them lick at the stinking poles like their favourite fruit ices. Miss Smalls put the cane to one side; one of her golden rules was that she never took anything out of the cupboard without it being used before she put it back. I felt my cock jerk at the thought of watching the girls get that wicked big cane on their reluctant wriggling little bottoms. I knew they would be screaming uncontrollably right from the very first stroke.

"Stop and let me check your progress, girls!" Miss Smalls instructed.

The girls drew back from their distasteful slobberings and Miss Smalls began to pass down the line of the three saliva soaked poles. She drew a finger up Veronica's and held it under her nose.

"Very good, Veronica." she smiled, "Those evening sessions with your tongue in my bottom hole seem to be doing some good."

Veronica gave a sickly look at being reminded of the foul tasting time she spent pleasuring Miss Smalls' gaping anus each night. Miss Smalls passed on to Karen's pole. Again she drew her finger up it and smelt the result. Her face darkened.

"Disgraceful child! How dare you present this as clean!" she thundered, "You will join me in the toilet every morning for some more 'advanced' lessons!"

Karen let out a distressed wail at the thought of joining Miss Smalls for her ritual morning bowel evacuation. I smiled to myself; I was sure Karen had heard Veronica's tales of what went on when you were summoned behind the locked bathroom door with Miss Smalls. Karen would have been made to stand outside to listen to the loud cane smacks, the miserable howls and the distressed gagging noises.

Miss Smalls moved on from the weeping girl to little Charlotte, who was crying and jigging from foot to foot, fearful of what Miss Smalls would find.

"A-hurrrr! A-hurrrr! Please Miss! I did my best! I licked it off! I tried!" sobbed Charlotte.

Miss Smalls drew her finger up the pole and sniffed. A slightly puzzled look crossed her face and she repeated the exercise.

"Very good, Charlotte." Miss Smalls commended, "A shining example to both your sisters. They could learn from you."

For a moment Charlotte looked relieved, but then she saw the stares from Karen and Veronica; stares that spoke of late night sisterly retribution with little sisters being pinned down on their beds and big sisters taking turns with the back of the big wooden bedroom hairbrush. Charlotte's bottom lip quivered as the tears fell.

Miss Smalls went to the oak cupboard and retrieved a solid looking tan leather strap. It was about a foot long, an inch wide and split down two thirds of its length. The girls looked up at it, mesmerised as it hung in Miss Smalls' hand.

"Kneel up on your desk seats, girls! Hold on to the edge of your desks and put your head down on the desk lid. You better stick your little bottoms out for this, or you'll get the backs of your thighs strapped as well! I'm going to show your daddy what a good teacher I am! This is your own fault, girls! You should have paid more attention."

I sat down on the edge of the bed behind their desks to watch the fun. The girls climbed up onto their desk seats on their knees and bent over. Their feet and lower legs stuck out behind their desks between the seat and bench back. As they lowered themselves so their upper bodies were resting on the desktops their bottoms raised themselves up and stuck out at me.

"Legs apart!" instructed Miss Smalls.

All three of the girls shuffled their knees apart exposing their little pussies and parting their bottom cheeks so their red sore anuses were exposed. It was an exciting little tableau and a bead of pre-cum formed at the end of my cock. Miss Smalls went down the line pushing the girls backs down so their bottoms bulged out obscenely, their pussies opened up and their bottom cheeks stretched even wider apart. She stood back, happy with the presentation of the girls' bottoms for their strapping.

Miss Smalls stood behind Veronica and raised the strap up. My penis jerked; Miss Smalls always spanked hard.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

The strap wrapped itself around Veronica's bulging bare bottom. Each time it smacked into the soft wobbly cheeks Veronica jerked forward from the force of the spank. The red marks from the tails of the strap began to show almost immediately.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT HURTS! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! TOO HARD!" Veronica howled.

Miss Smalls left the wailing girl and moved on to Karen. Karen's body was heaving up and down with frightened sobbing as Miss Smalls stood behind her ready to give the kind of strap-botty that every little girl fears.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Karen's lower legs kicked like mad behind the desk and her bottom did a dance that even the most skilled erotic dancer would have been proud of. Her screams filled the schoolroom as she told us all, in no uncertain terms, how much a good strapping on the bare bottom from Miss Smalls hurt.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screeched, "MY BOTTY! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT HURTS!"

Miss Smalls moved on to Charlotte. There was no allowance made for her tiny bottom. She was going to get exactly the same strap, just as hard as her sisters. Her frightened wails and desperate pleading told us she knew what was coming. Her small bottom cheeks shook and trembled as Miss Smalls lined up the strap.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Charlotte's squeals went on unending; her little bottom certainly didn't like the strap.

As Miss Smalls returned to Veronica, Charlottes hand furtively stole behind her to rub at her strapped cheeks. Miss Smalls turned and, in the blink of an eye, the strap landed across the back of Charlotte's rubbing hand. The little girl screamed and the hand was snatched back to be kissed and licked by the howling child.

"A hand strapping before bed for you, Charlotte!" said Miss Smalls matter-of-factly and positioned herself behind Veronica with the strap raised high.

Miss Smalls moved up and down the line strapping the little up-thrust bottoms one after the other. The girls' shrieks and screams as their bottoms were dealt with rang in my ears. My cock was as hard as iron again and had started to drip pre-cum as I watched the little bottoms wriggling and bouncing like mad as the strap welts started to swell up. By the time Miss Smalls had passed down the line for the fourth time I was looking at three screaming little girls, their bottoms poking up with their anuses and pussies open as the pain in their bottoms made them waggle their hindquarters at me. Their bottoms were now a swollen mass of strap welts that crossed each other and were dark red and inflamed. Miss Smalls paused at Veronica and examined her bottom, running her hand over the cheeks to feel the height of the welts and gauge the extent of the swelling. Evidently not satisfied, Miss Smalls shook her head.

"Really girls," she lectured, "I would have thought your bottoms could have taken lots more with the strap before getting into this state! I can see that you require more practice with the strap. Every night before bed for a week, I think! Right now you simply haven't had enough, so I shall have to give the backs of your thighs a good strapping!"

I wasn't certain that the girls had heard any of Miss Smalls little speech. All of them were still howling at the tops of their voices, each desperately resisting the temptation to put her hand back and rub her poor welted backside. Instead their bottoms each danced about as if in time to some fast paced jazz tune.

It wasn't until Miss Smalls' strap was applied hard around the backs of Veronica's upper thighs that the message was received. Veronica's ear splitting screams had my cock twitching and jumping. Karen and Charlotte got it just as hard and poor little Charlotte twisted so much that one particularly vigorous spank with the strap landed between her legs on her little pussy and she screamed and thrashed about on the desk. Miss Smalls continued strapping her thighs as if nothing had happened until, like her sisters, the top half of her thighs was as red and welted as her little bottom.

"You may rub!" intoned Miss Smalls.

Three pairs of little hands shot back to grab at their welted buttocks and thighs; pulling, grasping and kneading so their little anuses and pussies were opened up gaping wide at me, explicitly displaying deep into their little girl genital interiors.

Miss Smalls allowed them to continue their exciting show until their wriggling and rubbing became more subdued. Then she clapped her hands together.

"Very well girls, you may come to the bathroom with me." she smiled, "Sir, you are welcome to come too. I have some very big enemas that I need to give. After all, girls, daddy will want your bottom holes to be clean for later when he sticks his willy up them!"

Crying their heads off and still rubbing and pulling at their strapped bottoms and thighs, the girls climbed off their desk seats and all trooped after Miss Smalls in single file over to the bathroom. Charlotte's little hand, almost unconsciously, went between her bottom cheeks to protectively cover her anus. I suspected that Miss Smalls would be making that tender little hole hurt considerably more in the next few minutes. I followed behind them, my hard cock bouncing as I walked, enjoying the sight of the twitching welted bottoms just in front of me.

When we reached the bathroom I sat down in a large wicker chair in the corner so I could enjoy the proceedings. Miss Smalls busied herself whilst the girls stood forlornly crying as they watched her prepare one of her painfully hot soapy enemas for them. Miss Smalls fetched a second bucket and turned on the hot water tap in the bath. A groaning and clanking of pipes was heard as the new central heating system I had installed grumbled into life. Steaming hot water spat out of the tap into the bucket. The girls whimpered through their tears as they saw the steam rising from the bucket; it was going to feel red hot when it went up their bottom holes.

When Miss Smalls was happy with the temperature of the water she fetched a bar of soft soap and mashed it into the water with a long handled wooden bath brush until the soap had dissolved and the water became grey and cloudy with a few bubbles on top. The room smelt of the disinfectant that had been in the soap. Miss Smalls then filled three rubber bottles with the liquid from the bucket and screwed each closed with a cap out of which came a black rubber tube. At the top of each tube was a clasp that shut or opened the water flow down the tube. Miss Smalls hung the rubber bottles on a line of three hooks mounted high on the bathroom wall. Then Miss Smalls opened the door to the large cupboard in the corner of the bathroom. It was like an Aladdin's cave of all the little things a strict child disciplinarian might use to ensure the anatomical cleanliness of her little charges in the intimate confines of a bathroom. There was a selection of large adult sized stainless steel enema nozzles of eye-popping proportions for tiny child anuses, a selection of hollow stainless steel probes for giving small trembling girls powerful vaginal douches and a collection of peculiar thin cylindrical brushes with stiff bristles mounted on pencil thin shafts.

Miss Smalls selected three of the larger enema nozzles and showed them to the girls.

"I'm sure that after having used the bottom stretchers you'll be more than able to cope with these!" she said primly.

The girls shrank back together at the thought of having those large cold metal things stuck up their bottoms. Miss Smalls smiled and turned back to the cupboard. Humming a little tune to herself she picked out one of the cylindrical brushes and held it up to the girls.

"Daddy is going to want you to be extra clean so he can stick his willy all the way up your bottom holes. I think it's time we showed daddy how we scrub a little girl's bottom hole clean." she smiled.

The girls' reaction made my cock throb angrily. All three of them began to cry loudly and their hands automatically went to her bottom holes.

"A-hurrrr! Sniff! A-hurrrr! Please Miss Smalls! Please! No bottom hole scrubbing!" begged Veronica, "I'll take my enema like a good girl! I promise! A-hurrrr!"

Karen and Charlotte nodded their heads vigorously in agreement, their eyes fixed on the brush being waved about in Miss Smalls' hand like it was an angry snake ready to strike.

Still humming to herself and completely ignoring the tearful children's pleas, Miss Smalls attached the nozzles to the end of the black rubber tubes that came out of the rubber bottles. All three nozzles were around 4 inches long, the smallest an inch and a quarter thick and the largest and inch and a half thick. Clearly the size of the nozzles had nothing to do with their retention in a tight little girl's anus and everything to do with the tear flowing, squeal inducing process of their strict methodical insertion.

"Positions girls!" barked Miss Smalls.

Keen to show how good they were going to be and desperately hoping that they might avoid the worst of Miss Smalls horrific bottom hole scrubbings, the girls almost ran to the wall where the rubber bottles were hung. Each took their place standing facing the wall with the palms of their hands laid on the wall, their legs apart, their backs dipped and their red welted little bottoms stuck out in an explicit display of parted bottom cheeks and clenched frightened anuses. The girls actually seemed to vie with each other for who could stick their bottom out in the most obscene way. They looked to check the others position and then shuffled their legs wider apart or leaned further down the wall or dipped their back just that little bit more until their own bottom was presented in the best possible position.

Miss Smalls took a large jar of petroleum jelly and stood behind Veronica. She reached between Veronica's legs and pulled the enema nozzle and tube back between them. Then Miss Smalls applied a good quantity of the petroleum gel to the nozzle and carefully touched the tip of it to Veronica's anus. The inch and a half thick nozzle looked huge in comparison to Veronica's little hole. Veronica wept loudly in tearful anticipation of the dreaded insertion process. Without a moment's hesitation Miss Smalls gripped the nozzle firmly and pushed hard. Years of experience in administering strict enemas to the younger girls at the orphanage had taught Miss Smalls that however much a little girl screamed and danced as her bottom hole was stretched, a little anus could accommodate objects of a surprising girth. Something she had learnt herself many times on her trips with 'Sunday Uncles' who liked nothing better than after administering a strict strapping and caning is to a little girl's bottom than to insert their big thick cocks deep into the howling child's anus.

As the nozzle unrelentingly wormed its way into her Veronica's bottom hole she began to make deep panting groaning noises. As her anus dilated further these became shrill cries of distress and her little feet stamped on the ground. It took Miss Smalls a good five minutes of firm pushing to fully insert the nozzle. By then Veronica was howling and almost running on the spot. My cock throbbed and dripped pre-cum as I watched Veronica dance about that huge thing embedded in her anus. Miss Smalls rubbed her own pussy as she stood back to admire the disciplined child.

Karen was the next miserable child to have her nozzle inserted. Again Miss Smalls took no notice of Karen's wails and beseeching pleas for the dreadful bottom hole opening to stop. Her squeals echoed around the bathroom reverberating of the tiled walls.

Finally it was little Charlotte's turn. The small girl looked back over her shoulder, frightened tears coursing down her face as Miss Smalls carefully lubricated the big nozzle.

"A-hurrrr! Please Miss! Please Miss! Don't! Please! A-hurrrr!" she begged continuously.

Charlotte's cute lower lip was turned down and quivering in a way that made her look adorable. My cock jerked at the thought of seeing her little face looking like that when I intimately punished her later.

Miss Smalls pressed the nozzle between Charlotte's bottom cheeks into her anus. The little girl began to make woeful sobbing noises as her bottom stretching began. Miss Smalls pushed firmly and Charlotte went up on her tiptoes in a forlorn attempt to avoid the intruding nozzle. As her anus began to dilate, Charlotte began to wail and struggle; still on tiptoes she jigged about, her palms sliding down the wall as if she was actually trying to climb up it to escape the strictly applied nozzle. Annoyed at Charlotte's behaviour, Miss Smalls made her displeasure clear.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Charlotte howled as big red handprints appeared on the backs of the lower thighs, "DON'T MISS! PLEASE MISS! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT'S STRETCHING ME! IT HURTS! IT'S SO BIG! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEASE! NANNEEEEEEEEEY!"

The silence was deafening. As soon as the word "Nanny" left her mouth even Charlotte seemed to stop breathing. It was the cardinal sin of the schoolroom to address Miss Smalls incorrectly, never mind call her "Nanny".

The words dripped out of Miss Smalls' mouth like deadly poison.

"Oh Charlotte, my dear girl, how disappointing!" she said slowly and precisely, "This isn't the nursery and I'm not your Nanny. I am your Governess. Perhaps you don't recognise me? You and I will have a little chat about it later; just you and I, on our own, no one else. Oh dear, sorry Charlotte, I forgot! There is someone I need to invite!"

Miss Smalls lent forward until her mouth was next to Charlottes ear.

"Mrs Pain!" Miss Smalls whispered.

Charlotte let out a howl of disbelief. Miss Smalls terrifying four foot dog whip was referred to solely as "Mrs Pain"; kept for only the most heinous schoolroom crimes its effect on a little proffered bottom was the most indescribable pain for its sorry little owner. Charlotte wept in horrified self pity. A still annoyed Miss Smalls grasped the nozzle in both hands and pushed firmly upwards. Charlotte seemed to be almost lifted off her feet and the nozzle slickly made its way into her bottom hole. Her squeals were the highest and loudest of the three girls

Miss Smalls carried on as if nothing had happened as the girls danced about, their hands fluttering behind their bottoms at the huge objects inserted in their tiny anuses. Miss Smalls released the little valves at the top of the enema tubes allowing the hot soapy liquid to flow into the three waiting young rectums.

As the hot water met the girls' insides, the wailing and shrieks began.

"TOO HOT!" yelled Veronica.

"NO! NO! IT'S BURNING!" shrieked Karen.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT HURTS!" howled Charlotte.

Miss Smalls had two fingers up her pussy and she moved them gently as she enjoyed the sight of her little pupils being enemaed.

Over the next few minutes the girls' agitated movements and weeping pleas became more exaggerated as their little tummies bulged and the griping cramps took over.

"A-hurrrr! Please let me go! Oh please! I have to!" begged Veronica.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Gotta go! Gotta go! Need poo poo! Please!" sobbed Charlotte.

"Oooooooooooo! It hurts! I need to poo! Please Miss!" wept Karen.

Miss Smalls smiled.

"Perhaps if you promise your Daddy something nice, he'll let you go poo poo!" she said.

Veronica looked across at me her eyes beseeching

"Sniff! A-hurrrr! Sniff! Please, Daddy! I'll make your willy feel so nice! I'll do the things you really like. Would you like me to throat you, Daddy? I'll take your willy in my mouth; all the way in! A-hurrrr! It'll feel so nice for you, Daddy! A-hurrrrr! I know I'll be sick! A-hurrrrr! A-hurrrrr! Please, Daddy! I don't mind! I just want your willy to feel nice! Karen'll kiss your bottom hole while I throat you! Charlotte can kiss your ballsies. We'll all do things for you! A-hurrrrr! Would you like to put your willy in my bottom hole, Daddy? It'll be so clean now! It'll feel lovely on your willy! I promise! A-hurrrrr! Please let us all go to the toilet, Daddy! The enema is really hurting us now! We'll do all the things you like! We all promise! Don't we?" she said, looking at her sisters for support.

With sick looks that they tried to cover up with false smiles of encouragement, Karen and Charlotte nodded in agreement.

"A-hurrrrr! Please, Daddy!" whimpered Karen, her descended tummy gurgling with cramping enema, "Your bummy tastes so nice! I'll lick inside it so it's clean, just how you like me to!"

"A-hurrrrr! Please, Daddy! I'll do anything you want!" added Charlotte.

A glob of pre-cum dripped slowly of the end of my cock and fell in a long glistening string onto the seat of the wicker chair I was sitting on.

"Well girls," I smiled, "what my willy would like is to go all the way down your throats. That's what it would like the best!"

I could hear the 'sluck-sluck-sluck' noise of Miss Smalls working her fingers in and out of her soaking pussy as she heard her favourite way for me to punish the girls being described.

The tears coursed down Karen's face.

"A-hurrrrr! Yes, Daddy! I'll throat your willy, Daddy!" she sobbed.

Charlotte wept, unable to speak. How nicely her throat gripped my cock when I fed it to her and how terribly she gagged when I punished her that way, her convulsing throat pulling the most intense lingering orgasms from me as I squirted cum into her tummy. She hated the scary suffocating process and I loved to see her red, wide-eyed, tear soaked face looking up at me as my cock pushed into her little mouth.

Charlotte looked to her sisters for support. Instead she only found their hard stares. They needed to void the burning cramping enemas more than they ever cared about their little sister having to share the use of the bucket with them as I strictly used all their throats. Their hard stares spoke of the spiteful sisterly consequences for Charlotte if she didn't do what daddy needed so their enemas could stop.

"A-hurrrrr! A-hurrrrr!" wept Charlotte, "A-hurrrrr! You can put your willy in my throat, Daddy! A-hurrrrr!"

Miss Smalls lifted Veronica's rubber bottle off its hook and carried it across the room with Veronica who rushed over to the toilet, eager to void her cramping enema. As Veronica reached the toilet she waited obediently for Miss Smalls to remove the nozzle. Without ceremony, as Veronica crouched over the toilet, Miss Smalls dragged the nozzle out. Veronica squealed as the nozzle stretched her sphincter again and then humiliated herself with a public and noisy evacuation. Weeping bitterly she stood up on a command from Miss Smalls and then had her bottom wiped with a wet towel and was sent to stand in the corner.

It was Karen's turn next and she squealed even more loudly than Veronica as the nozzle was pulled out of her bottom hole. Like Veronica, she wept with humiliation as her most private business was performed publicly with the strict adults watching her shame. Then, after a good wipe, she too was dispatched to stand with her nose in an unoccupied corner of the bathroom.

Finally it was Charlotte's turn. Despite her eagerness to get the enema out of her she knew how much having the nozzle pulled out of her bottom would hurt and she wept with fear as Miss Smalls took her to the toilet.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she shrieked, as Miss Smalls opened up her little bottom hole to such an unbelievable degree again.

Charlotte was sent to stand in the corner howling. I enjoyed the pleasant sight of three well punished little girls standing in different corners of the bathroom. Miss Smalls went to the sink and, under pretence of washing her hands, carried out another little activity.

"Girls!" she called.

The girls turned round and looked at her. Miss Smalls brandished a thin cylindrical brush with stiff bristles mounted on a pencil thin shaft that she had thoroughly soaped up.

"Bottom hole scrubbing time, girls!" she announced cheerfully.

All three girls wailed and their little hands went to their already red sore anuses. The application of such a rough little brush in their already stinging little holes was going to burn like fire.

"Bend over the side of the bath, girls!" Miss Smalls commanded, "Right over and then reach back and pull those bottom cheeks apart for me. I want to be able to get the brush nice and deep into your bottoms!"

Weeping desperately, the girls went to the bath, knelt down and began to bend over its edge.

"A-hurrrrr! A-hurrrrr! Please Miss! Don't! Not the bottom brush!" begged Veronica.

"Bwaaaaaaaaah! It's too sore! It hurts too much! Don't brush me! Pweeeeeeeeease!" wailed Karen.

"Waaaaaaaaaaah! My bummy! Not brush my bummy hole! I be good now!" sobbed Charlotte.

The girls were now bent over the edge of the bath with their pretty red welted bottoms stuck out. Slowly, one by one, they reached back and, grasping their bottom cheeks and pulled them wide apart. They had such cute little anuses that my cock jerked at the sight. As they pulled at their cheeks, each little anal hole opened up revealing the clean pink sphincter and red rectum beyond.

Miss Smalls bent over Veronica.

"Your turn first, Veronica!" Miss Smalls smiled, "Remember to sing the bottom scrubbing song for us!"

All three girls knew the bottom scrubbing song. The scrubbing didn't finish until they had repeated the whole rhyme. The more they wailed and squealed as their little hole was roughly scrubbed, the longer the strict scrubbing took.

Sobbing mournfully, Veronica looked back over her shoulder at Miss Smalls and me with her pretty tear-soaked red face staring up at us, ready to sing the song. Miss Smalls touched the tip of the thin brush against Veronica's anus and then pushed it up.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" wailed Veronica as the brush was pushed up her bottom.

With the tears slipping out of her eyes Veronica began the bottom scrubbing song accompanied by what sounded just like a toothbrush scrubbing teeth.

"Oh Miss Smalls, please do scrub,..."

Shisha-Shisha-Shisha

"Yeeeeeeowwww! my bottom hole to clean it up..."

Shisha-Shisha-Shisha

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeee! I'll be so good for you today..."

Shisha-Shisha-Shisha

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! If only you will scrub away!" Veronica sang as the brush pistoned in and out of her little anus with its stiff punishing bristles.

As Veronica finished her little song, Miss Smalls dragged the length of the brush out of her bottom.

"Owwwweeeeeeee! It hurts! Waaaaaaaaaaah!" howled Veronica as she pushed her fingers up her anus to try and soothe the burning pain.

Miss Smalls moved on to Karen. Again she pushed the brush up into Karen's bottom as the little girl squealed.

"Sing for us, Karen!" encouraged Miss Smalls, her pussy weeping juice down her legs.

"Oh Miss Smalls, please do scrub..." Karen started.

Shisha-Shisha-Shisha

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaah! No! Don't! Stop! Please!" Karen wailed but Miss Smalls carried on vigourously scrubbing the little anal hole

Shisha-Shisha-Shisha

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeigh! Stooooooooop!" howled Karen, "my bottom hole to clean it up..."

Shisha-Shisha-Shisha

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Stop! Please! I'll be so good for you!

Shisha-Shisha-Shisha

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaah! today. If only you..."

Shisha-Shisha-Shisha

"Nyaaaaaaaaaaaah! Stop! Oh please, Miss!"

Shisha-Shisha-Shisha

"Waaaaaaaaaaaah! It hurts! Oh, it hurts! today. if only you will..."

Shisha-Shisha-Shisha

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeigh! will scrub away. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yaaaaaaaaaaah!" Karen howled.

Miss Smalls removed the brush and left Karen screeching. Poor Charlotte was next. I watched her anus winking open and closed as the gaping hole clenched in fear. Miss Smalls pushed the brush up Charlotte's bottom.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeigh! Miss! Noooooooooooo! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Oh please..."

Shisha-Shisha-Shisha

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Shisha-Shisha-Shisha

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Stoooooooooooop! Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Shisha-Shisha-Shisha

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeigh!"

Poor Charlotte didn't manage any more words of the song as her little anus and rectum were scrubbed by the stiff bristled brush. Annoyed at the small child's inability to sing the bottom scrubbing the song, Miss Smalls left the brush sticking out of Charlotte's anus like a little tail and reached for the long handled bathbrush.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Charlotte's lower bottom and the backs of the thighs received a hard spanking from Miss Smalls. As Charlotte screamed and waggled her new little tail in the air, Miss Smalls scolded her.

"Silly silly child!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Can't you even sing a simple song!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"I'll scrub your bottom hole every night for a week!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"I'll teach you to sing that song until you sing it in your sleep!"

When Miss Smalls had finish thrashing Charlotte's little bottom, she dragged the thin brush out of Charlotte's anus threw it into the bath.

"Get back into the schoolroom, all of you!" Miss Smalls commanded, "Your daddy's willy needs to be pleasured now!"

Miserably the girls marched back into the schoolroom, apart from Charlotte who danced and jumped about on her way back, her hands rubbing and grabbing at her freshly spanked thighs.

My cock was rigid and bounced up and down as I walked into the schoolroom. A long sticky dribble of pre-cum fell to the floor at the idea of the desperate children pleasuring me.

"Please sit on the edge of the bed, Daddy!" Miss Smalls smiled at me, "Veronica, go and empty the bucket and bring it back here. Daddy is going to enjoy your throats!"

My cock jerked at the thought of sliding deep into the tight reluctant convulsing throats of the naughty little girls standing in front of me. The girls wailed in despair as Miss Smalls words sunk in. The choking, sick-making horror of having Daddy's big adult penis pushed down their throats was a punishment they feared.

Weeping loudly Veronica took the tin bucket, that had been used to hold the water for the girls' wet-knicker spanking, to the bathroom where she emptied it. She returned with the empty bucket and dutifully placed it between my legs as I sat on the bed. I drew my feet up so they were on the bed and spread my legs wide apart so the girls would have full access to my genitals and large hairy anus.

"Karen," smiled Miss Smalls wickedly, "you may please your Daddy's willy first!"

Karen hesitated for a moment, but it was enough. Miss Smalls reached across and took out the huge 3 foot senior girls cane from the cupboard.

"Remember what happened last time, Karen?" Miss Smalls voice came firm and hard.

The huge cane had done its job every day for a whole week persuading Karen's little bottom that Daddy's willy should never ever be kept waiting. Karen wailed, terrified at the sight of the flexible whippy stick in her governess' hand. She threw herself forward at my cock. Grabbing the base of it, she bent right over until her lips touched the purple exposed tip. She looked up into my eyes.

"Please Daddy!" she wept, "I meant to come straightaway! Honest I did! Please don't let Miss Smalls cane me! Please don't!"

Her tongue came out and began to flick across the sensitive shiny top of my cock, the tip of her tongue burying into the ridge of foreskin under the broad helmet. As a blob of pre-cum oozed out of my pee slit her tongue expertly gathered it and took it back into her mouth where she visibly swallowed.

"Put it in, Karen!" I commanded.

Her mouth opened and her head went down. I felt my cock slipping into wet hotness of her mouth. Her lips tightened to slip down and rub my cock length as her head began to rapidly jerk back and forth. She slurped and drooled over my cock as tried to please me.

Miss Smalls smiled at me and put her hand on the back of Karen's head.

"Time for you to be punished, Karen!" she said firmly and pushed Karen's head down on my cock.

I felt my cock pushing into Karen's soft tight throat. She gagged and retched, tears flooding from her eyes as Miss Smalls fed the whole length of my cock into her mouth until her lips came to rest at the base. I sighed and groaned with pleasure as Miss Smalls talk a few moments to work Karen's throat up and down on me, her hand holding a huge clump of the little girl's hair. Karen's eyes bulged as my stiff cock rubbed back and forth in her little throat.

"Gak-a-Gak-a-Gak-a-Gak-a-Urrrrrrrrrrp!" she gagged.

Miss Smalls dragged the tight throat up off me and stuck Karen's head over the bucket which the poor girl used whilst at the same time taking huge gasps of air. Almost before she had finished, Miss Smalls was moving her head back to my cock for more.

"No! Please miss!" Karen wailed as her face was pushed back down towards my cock.

"Open wide, Karen, or I'll cane you till you can't sit down!" Miss Smalls instructed.

Karen wailed and her mouth opened wide.

My cock was treated to a delicious re-insertion deep into Karen's little throat that gripped and rubbed as Miss Smalls moved her head up and down.

Karen's punishment was long and severe. Her continuous retching and heartfelt pleas as my cock was removed from her throat filled the schoolroom. It only excited Miss Smalls and me to be even more severe with her. Poor Karen was taught just how much Daddy's cock likes a nice tight little throat.

When Karen became dazed from the repeated occupation of her throat by my cock and rapid head movement required to pleasure me, Miss Smalls pulled her off and had her kneel to one side of me with her hands on her head. Then she turned to little Charlotte.

"You next, Charlotte!" Miss Smalls said brightly.

Charlotte's eyes were wide with fear at the punishment she had witnessed her sister undergoing. She seemed incapable of moving and just stood there rooted to the spot, weeping and looking at my hard quivering erection now slick, wet and shiny from her sister's drool.

The senior school cane whipped up under Charlotte's wobbly little eight year old bottom. Miss Smalls had given no warning. Charlotte's mouth and eyes opened wide in shock; then she screamed and her hands grabbed at her little bottom as she jumped up and down.

"Make your Daddy's willy happy or I'll cane your little bottom until it falls off!" Miss Smalls barked, "Get on your knees and lick his bottom hole so his willy's extra hard when it goes in your throat!" she added for good measure.

Still hopping about and rubbing her stinging bottom, Charlotte knelt in front of me. I lay further back on the bed so that her tongue could have deep access to my anus. Mewling and blubbering remorselessly, Charlotte stuck her face into my bottom crack and began to lick and probe my anus. Her little tongue flicked and poked at the hole whilst her lips rubbed and sucked on the wrinkled skin at its edges.

"Veronica, use your mouth and tongue!" said Miss Smalls, pointing Veronica to my hard throbbing cock.

Whilst Charlotte slurped noisily at my bottom hole, Veronica expertly teased the straining sensitive tip of my penis with her tongue and lips. I moaned as the girls worked on me and wriggled my anus into Charlotte's face pushing my cock further into Veronica's mouth.

Miss Smalls waved Veronica away; her throat's turn would come.

"Charlotte!" Miss Smalls said slowly and clearly, "Come up here now. It's time for Daddy's willy to punish your throat!"

Charlotte's wet miserable face emerged from between my bottom cheeks and Miss Smalls had her stand up and bend over me. Miss Smalls held my cock and guided it into Charlotte's mouth.

Charlotte's training had been considerably shorter than Karen's. The terrible gags and retches as Miss Smalls physically insisted that Charlotte's throat took the whole of my length were loud and uncontrolled. Each time my cock emerged from a deep and enjoyable trip into Charlotte's mouth and throat, the girl's lack of control was evident. After a short but very enjoyable time, Miss Smalls put the still heaving girl to one side.

"Really Charlotte!" said Miss Smalls sternly, "I would have thought you could do a little better than that. I think we shall have to have your Daddy up here every night at bedtime to teach you how to use your mouth and throat on him. It only took Veronica a few months to learn, didn't dear?" Miss Smalls said, turning to Veronica.

Veronica wept bitterly. I could tell that she remembered those times that I had come to her room. She would be dressed in her pretty tight-fitting pyjamas, the other girls banished to wait elsewhere, whilst Miss Smalls and I focused on her. First, a good bare bottom spanking with the hairbrush to make Veronica's bottom bright red and swollen whilst I was entertained with her little girl howls and hot bottomed gymnastics. Then, a long strict session of pleasing Daddy's hard excited cock with her mouth and throat. My cock twitched at the delicious memories.

"Karen, take the bucket into the bathroom." Miss Smalls instructed, "Veronica won't be needing that. Veronica knows what happens to big girls who don't use their throats properly. Don't you Veronica?"

Veronica nodded her head dumbly. The thought of the whippy little cane applied upwards between her legs whipping agonising lines onto her little pussy and anus made her desperate to be extra compliant with her throat, whatever the outcome.

My cock jerked as Veronica approached me, her miserable face crying and dripping tears and snot as she contemplated my big erect adult penis. She hated taking me into her throat; I saw Miss Smalls' pussy drip a glutinous dribble of juice onto the ground in anticipation of watching Veronica being punished in one of her most hated ways.

"All the way down, Veronica!" taunted Miss Smalls, "Lick Daddy's ballsies whilst he's in your throat. You know what I'll do if you don't!"

Veronica bent over me. My cock twitched as her face approached it. Her mouth stretched wide open to take my purple exposed tip into her mouth and as her mouth engulfed me I let out an involuntary moan. Her tongue began flicking over the smooth helmet concentrating its wriggly licking on the underside where the foreskin joined the pee slit. Her tongue traced the slit, probing and flicking. Her mouth slobbered on me making loud slurping noises as her saliva ran down the length of my cock.

"All the way in now!" breathed Miss Smalls into Veronica's ear.

Veronica let out a desperate wail with my cock still into her mouth. I saw the tears falling out of her eyes as she lowered her head over me and my cock touched the back of her throat. Veronica's tremendous gagging filled the room as she pushed her throat down on my cock. The feeling as my cock slipped up into her tight yielding convulsing throat was amazing. My cock was as hard as iron and my balls tingled as I surveyed the red grossly swollen bottoms of her two sisters and watched the drool dripping out of Veronica's mouth as my cock filled her throat. Veronica's tongue came out and I felt it lapping at the top of my balls. Her choking gags felt so good on me.

"GAAAAAAAAAARK! GRAAAAAAAAAAK!" she enunciated as her throat pleasured me and her face went bright red.

Miss Smalls pulled Veronica off me. As my cock popped out of her throat Veronica plastered her hands over her mouth in a desperate effort not to be sick.

"Don't, Veronica! I'll cane your little wee hole!" warned Miss Smalls.

Veronica took her hands away from her mouth, dragging in great gasps of breath and desperately coughing and spluttering.

"All the way in! And this time I want to see your head moving!" instructed Miss Smalls.

The frightened sobbing little girl bent her head over me and my cock disappeared into her mouth again. She pushed her head down and I slipped up her throat. The wide-eyed girl started to gag and choke as she moved her head up and down so her throat could fuck my rock-solid cock. I gasped and pushed up into her so my thrusts met her downward head bobs.

"GURRRRRRRRRK!

Thrust!

"GAAAAAAAAAARK!

Thrust!

"GROOOOOOOOOOK!"

Thrust!

The miserable drooling child pleasured me with her obliging throat until Miss Smalls once again pulled her off so she could gasp and retch for a few moments. Then it was my cock's turn to punish her again.

The minutes slipped by as Veronica choked and drooled over me, a huge wet patch extending over the bed covers from my gag dripping balls. Miss Smalls picked up the junior cane.

"You're not working on Daddy's willy hard enough, my girl!" she intoned, holding the cane against Veronica's bent bottom so she could feel its presence.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

Miss Smalls whipped Veronica's little bottom repeatedly with the stinging cane. Veronica's exaggerated response was a revelation; never before had my cock been as thoroughly throated. I lay back on the bed and lifted my legs back and apart so the child could work on my whole length. Veronica threw her head back and forth, her lips coming to a stop at the base of my cock and then retreating until only the tip was in the top of her throat. Long drawn-out loud gags and strange high pitched whining noises from her suppressed screams as her bottom was caned filled the room. I could feel my balls tighten as I watched her bright red face, eyes wide open, tears and drool flying off it, repeatedly swallowing my whole cock length. Roaring with the most extreme pleasure I wrapped my legs around her back and held her, thrusting deep into her mouth as my cock pulsed and shot its second load of cum down her throat. Only when my pleasure subsided did I release Veronica to roll around on the floor flapping and gasping like a fish out of water, interspersed with screams and howls as she rubbed at her caned little bottom cheeks.

"Pay attention, girls." said Miss Smalls to Veronica's terrified sisters, "That is how your Daddy likes you to please him with your mouth!"

I lay back on the bed letting my legs fall back down on the floor as my cock shrank back, my balls aching slightly from my second orgasm. Miss Smalls took the still howling Veronica and had her kneel on the bed with her bottom next to my head and her body tightly bent so I could admire the dark red swollen splodge that was now her bottom and the backs of her thighs. Miss Smalls must have vigorously used the cane maybe 20 or 30 times on her to get that effect. As added entertainment, Veronica continuously pulled and mauled at her bottom cheeks with both hands in a futile attempt to stop the agony. Nestling in the middle of her buttocks that she held wide apart with her rubbing hands was her gaping pole-stretched clean little anus and between her legs her open pussy. I enjoyed her explicitly displaying her genitals and, despite my recent cum, felt a stirring in my balls.

Miss Smalls had been masturbating herself as she watched Veronica's howling display of uncontrolled bottom rubbing. She had three fingers stuffed up her pussy and a loud squelching noise accompanied her excited motions. When she noticed my cock move slightly, as I enjoyed Veronica's bottom and genital display, she stopped.

"Oh Sir!" she said, clapping her hands in delight, "I do believe that the girls could do with more discipline this morning!"

"Why yes, Miss Smalls!" I smiled, "I do believe they could!"

As Miss Smalls laughed, the frightened crying of the girls, fearful for their little bottoms, excited me further.

"Charlotte and Karen," said Miss Smalls, turning to the sobbing eight and nine year olds, "your sister's bottom still needs a few moments, but I think both of you are more than ready for another dose. I'm sure your Daddy will enjoy watching you both get it!"

Miss Smalls disappeared into the bathroom and came back carrying a large wooden bath brush. She paused at the oak cupboard and selected a huge wooden clothes brush.

"Charlotte," Miss Smalls said sternly, "I shall spank your little bare bottoms with the clothes brush and Karen," she said, turning to the nine year old, "I shall give you a very good, very hard, very long spanking with the bath brush. I don't think either of you are going to be able to sit down for a few days by the time I've finished!"

Both girls sobbed and wailed with fear. They both knew only too well how their bottoms would get big blisters and be bruised for the next week after getting a Miss-Smalls-bare-bottom-brush-spanking.

"Whaaaaaaaa! Oh please, Miss! Please! Not the bath brush!" begged Karen, "I'll kiss your wee hole every night for a week! I'll be good! I'll get my tongue right up! Just how you like! Bwaaaaaaaaaah!"

"A-hurrrrr! Don't clothes brush me! Pleeeeeeeeease!" wailed Charlotte, "I'll be good too! I'll kiss your bummy for you! You can sit down on my face! You can do it right after the toilet! A-hurrrrr! I'll be good! I'll lick you all clean! Don't give me bottom blisters! Pleeeeeeeease! A-hurrrrr! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

The girls' childish pleas for leniency for their little bottoms in return for the most extreme sexual acts made Miss Smalls and my blood boil with lust. They described the most degrading acts to us where little holes would be opened up and made available to Daddy, little mouths and tongues would dutifully worship big hairy adult bottom holes and a big adult cock and pussy would receive every pleasure a tiny little girl's body could give it.

Miss Smalls waited until the girls' begging became almost hysterical before she sat in the spanking chair and pulled Karen, who was shrieking with fright at the huge bath brush in Miss Smalls' hand, over her knees. Miss Smalls crossed her legs so that Karen's little bottom was raised at an indecent angle that gave me a full view between the child's legs. Then, grasping the bath brush and the end of its long handle, Miss Smalls began a severe bare bottom spanking.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

The bath brush landed forcefully on the red strap-welted little bottom, the force of it jerking Karen forward each time it landed. The child's screams, as she was punished, hurt our ears with their intensity.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAH! MISS SMALLS! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! NOOOOOOOO! YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"

Karen bucked and kicked over Miss Smalls' lap. Her legs were wide apart showing her holes off to me as she sought to escape the terrible bottom pain the huge bath brush was generating in her little bottom.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

"NYAAAAAAAAAAAA! EEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! IT HURTS! DON'T BLISTER! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE! YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" screamed Karen as Miss Smalls remorselessly spanked away at her little bum.

I enjoyed watching Karen having the stuffing spanked out of her by Miss Smalls. The screaming little child kicked and begged for all she was worth as her bottom had big blisters spanked into it by the huge brush.

When Miss Smalls released the shrieking girl, Karen put on the most fantastic display for us; her legs wide apart, half squatting, she danced from foot to foot ferociously rubbing and pulling at her bottom, screaming as she showed off her anus and pussy to the room. My cock thickened and grew rigid again and Miss Smalls vigorously masturbated her soaking pussy.

As Karen's screams subsided to howls, Miss Smalls swapped the bath brush for the clothes brush and then dragged the terrified Charlotte over her lap for a dose of what her big sister had just got. Miss Smalls was no less severe with Charlotte's little bottom. The cracks of the clothes brush echoed round the schoolroom accompanied by the high pitched squeals and roars of pain from the little girl undergoing punishment.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! MY BUMMY! PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! STOP! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Charlotte shrieked.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! STOOOOOOOOOP! YAAAAAAAAAAAH! PWEEEEEEEEEEEASE! NOT HARD! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Miss Smalls carried on as Charlotte's little arms and legs flew in all directions. Her screams and entreaties for Miss Smalls to stop were a powerful stimulant to me and Miss Smalls. My cock was fully erect again and throbbed painfully after my previous orgasms. I knew that Miss Smalls' pussy would be dribbling copiously as she thrashed the little girl's bottom that was so prominently positioned over her knee. Every time Miss Smalls spanked the clothes brush onto Charlotte's bottom both of the small girl's buttocks jerked violently and flattened whilst her body bucked and she screamed her pleas for the dreadful bottom pain to stop.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! IT HURTS! YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! STOOOOOOOOP! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I BE GOOD! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I DO ANYTHING! YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! I PWOMISE! AAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Poor Charlotte's promises did no more than excite Miss Smalls further and I watched as her little bottom was spanked until the two little sit spots had blisters the size of coins on each of them. The screaming girl was released to entertain us further with her desperate antics. She grabbed huge chunks of her blistered bottom squeezing with all her might.

"IT HURTS! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!" she howled as she ran around in circles, "MAKE IT STOP! IT HURTS! MY BOTTOM! YAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Miss Smalls fingered her soaking pussy as she watched Charlotte show us how much her bottom hurt. My cock twitched as the little girl howled in desperation weaving her bottom from side to side and hopping from foot to foot, her face bright red, soaked with tears and snot and her mouth open in a continual wail.

Miss Smalls looked over at my twitching cock.

"She's such a little cry baby, isn't she?" she said breathlessly.

"Her bottom needs more blistering!" I enthused.

"Yes, they all need more!" Miss Smalls grinned, her pussy dripping juice.

"Girls!" she said loudly, clapping her hands, "Listen to me! I'm going to give you a chance. As you know I got my big cane out earlier and I haven't used it yet!"

Veronica and Karen made frightened little wailing noises. They knew, only too well, that Miss Smalls never got a punishment tool out of the cupboard without using it before it was put back. Charlotte was still crying too loudly to hear what was being said.

I think," Miss Smalls continued, "that your Daddy needs you to give him some 'special attention'. If you can take him to your room and make his willy squirt in the next 10 minutes, then I won't give each of you a good 'big girl caning' on your bare bottoms. Or if you want, I can just cane all of you now!"

"Oh no, Miss! No! We'll make Daddy's willy squirt!" Veronica said, grabbing my hand.

"Yes, Miss! We'll make his willy squirt really well!" added Karen, grabbing my other hand and leading me to the schoolroom door with Veronica.

As Veronica passed Charlotte, she grabbed the girl with her other hand and pulled her along with us. We went out into the corridor.

"Just wait for us to get ready, Daddy!" said Veronica, "Just a few seconds!"

The girls went into their bedroom and closed the door. There was a quick hushed discussion, the sound of Charlotte protesting and then briefly crying out as her elder sisters' fists persuaded her to do what they wanted. Then, after a few moments, the door opened.

The girls' bedroom was a plain white walled room with no windows. It was brightly lit by large electric bulbs that hung from the ceiling. There were three half-width single beds in the room, a straight-backed chair and low leather armchair. Both chairs were exclusively for adults to use, usually during long intimate bedroom punishments. The girls had put on their simplest punishment uniforms; tiny tight-fitting heavily-embroidered white vests.

The bottom of the vests came up above each of the girl's navels, ensuring that their bottoms, genitals and legs were entirely naked. Each of the girl's vests had been carefully embroidered by the girls themselves. Many hours and much care and attention had gone into the work. Any careless stitching or lack of attention was ruthlessly dealt with by a whippy little 'training stick' on small hands and bottoms.

The colourful embroidery explicitly depicted scenes of child punishment and intimate sexual discipline, all annotated with stitched slogans or sayings. Veronica had a fetching scene of a girl pictured from the rear, bent over with her pussy and anus on display, a cane held by a disembodied hand lashed across the bottom which was bright red. The girl's face looked back behind her with her mouth open in a howl and tears jumping out of her eyes. Underneath, in careful stitched lettering, was the slogan "A caning a day makes me do what Daddy says!". Charlotte had an almost completed new scene on her vest. The girl was lent forward with her bottom stuck out and a large adult penis was inserted halfway into her anus. The girl was screaming and crying with her hands clenched into fists with the pain. Underneath was the completed lettering "Daddy's willy hurts my bottom hole!" The girls' vests were covered with such little embroidered scenes of spankings, strappings, canings and big penises being inserted in all kinds of painful ways. Veronica had a lovely scene of a little girl gagging on a penis deeply inserted into her throat. "Daddy's willy likes my throat!" the saying read. One I particularly liked was on Karen's vest. A young girl was lying on her back with her knees pulled up to her chest and spread wide apart. A thin dressage whip was thrashing the child's red welted pussy as the girl screamed. Underneath the wording read "If I wet the bed my wee hole gets whipped red!".

The girls looked so cute; their little punishment vests seemed to perfectly frame their pale white tummies, exposed pussies and their massively swollen dark-red welted blistered bottom cheeks, each looking like a pair of great big red tomatoes with marked uneven surfaces. The girls had tried to dry their tears but their faces were bright red and their eyes wet, puffy and bloodshot. I could see the glistening sheen on their pussies and between their bottom cheeks where they had pushed extra lubrication into themselves. My cock oozed a glob of pre-cum; I knew there was no sexual thing, however filthy, that they wouldn't be prepared to humiliate and debase themselves by performing on me in order to make my cock spit its cum and for them to avoid the terrible 'big girl caning' on their agonised bottoms.

All three girls had fixed smiles on their faces as they looked up at me in a forlorn attempt to show that they wanted to have sex. I watched their eyes glancing fearfully at my hard erect penis that was standing straight up against my stomach. Charlotte's lower lip quivered as she watched the big hairy adult penis pulse and twitch in front of her.

"Oh Daddy, we're going to make your willy feel so nice!" simpered Veronica, "Please sit in our daddy sex chair with your legs apart and we'll do really nice things to you!"

Charlotte indicated the low leather armchair. I sat in it, my cock still twitching at the thought of how the girls might be using their little bodies to pleasure me. As I sat down, Charlotte knelt between my legs and, with her head down, parted my bottom cheeks and stuck her face between them. I felt her hot tongue lapping and probing my large hairy anus. Veronica and Karen stood either side of me and bent over my crotch. Veronica took a firm hold of the base of my cock and then she and Karen started a mock battle for possession of my cock with their tongues and lips. Their tongues slipped over the exposed helmet repeatedly entwining with each other then delving elsewhere, the tips burrowing into the edge of my foreskin and flicking into the base of my cock slit. Their lips kissed and rubbed my helmet as they tried to suck the head of my cock into their respective mouths. This was all accompanied by tremendous slurping and licking noises. One moment my cock would slip into Veronica's mouth where her tongue would flick and run around my straining purple end, the next it would be in Karen's mouth where her lips would slide repeatedly over the join with my foreskin.

Veronica began to throat me, my cock slipping deep into her mouth as she gagged and retched. Then my cock was passed to Karen whose little throat pleasured me too. Poor little Karen gagged terribly, but the thought of the getting the big cane on her blistered bottom drove to desperate measures. Her drool ran down my cock and dripped off my balls onto Charlotte's busy head. After a few minutes of the most exquisite pleasure Veronica lifted her head up to look at me.

"You can put your willy all in all our wee holes now, Daddy!" she announced, "Just stay there and we'll bring our wee holes to you!"

Veronica and Karen stood back up and Charlotte took her face out from between my bottom cheeks. As Charlotte got out from between my legs, Veronica backed in and bent over presenting her bottom to me. She spread her legs and started to crouch down so her bottom was lowered towards my lap. I took a firm hold of my cock and guided the tip towards her approaching pussy. In a moment my cock was pressing against her tight little vaginal opening. I could hear Veronica making a little whining noise as my cock pushed up against the small entrance. Then the tip and first few inches of my cock popped into her.

"Eeeeeeeeee!" she gave an involuntary squeak.

"All the way in, Veronica!" I instructed, "Sit down so I can go right up you!"

"Yes daddy!" she said in a high pitched quavering voice.

Her bottom began to lower itself and I watched as my cock pushed up into her little pussy. With a couple of inches left to go she stopped.

"Oooooooo, Daddy! That's far enough! It's hurting now!" a shaky little voice said.

"But Veronica," I smiled, "I thought you didn't want to get a 'big girl caning' on your bottom. I haven't squirted yet and there's only five minutes left. I think you better get all of me in now, don't you?"

"Yes Daddy!" she mewled.

She lowered her bottom and I pushed up to meet it.

"Owweeeeeeee!" she yelped, as the last two inches pushed in.

I could hear her sniffling tearfully as she started to lift her bottom up and down so her tight little pussy milked my cock. The sight of her swollen red bottomed moving like that was powerfully erotic. After only about a minute I stopped her.

"Karen's turn now!" I instructed.

Veronica stood up, my cock coming out of her pussy with a loud 'plop'.

Karen, already sniffling and brushing away the new tears with the back of her hand, backed up to me. Her bottom was the most marked of all three of the girls. The blisters on each cheek made her desperate not to get any more spanking. Like her sister, she squatted down until my cock-end was resting against the tiny entrance to her pussy. Then she began to sit and I promptly popped into her.

"Yeeowww!" she yelped, but carried on sitting down.

My cock slid higher into her I saw her fists clench.

"Owweeeee! Owweeeee! Owweeeee!" she wailed, as she carried on pushing herself down onto my cock.

By the time my cock was fully embedded in her little pussy her body was shuddering with quiet sobs. She began to gently bounce her bottom up and down so my cock slid in and out of her pussy by 2 to 3 inches each time.

I lay back and watched the lovely little red bottom rising and falling and my cock being buried deep in her and then exposed again. After about a minute I stopped her.

"Charlotte's turn!" I smiled.

Charlotte was openly crying. Her poor little pussy was red raw after my earlier vigorous use of her.

"Oooooo! A-hurrrrr! Ooooooo! A-hurrrrr!" she wept as she backed up towards me and offered me her pussy for further use.

In contrast to her elder sisters, Charlotte had to stand on tiptoe for me to get the end of my penis touching her vaginal entrance. As a result of my earlier use of her, I was fully embedded in only a few moments. Poor Charlotte wailed as I gave her a good pumping.

"Eeeeeeeeee! Bwaaaaaaaaah! It hurts! Please squirt, Daddy!" she wept.

I could see that Veronica and Karen were starting to panic. There were only a few minutes left and even with Charlotte's tiny pussy working my solid cock they could see that, despite my wide-eyed panting, I wasn't ready to squirt. Karen fingered and stroked the two big blisters on her bottom, the thought of the huge 'big girl cane' whipping into them making her jig from foot to foot.

"Please Daddy! Please squirt!" she pleaded desperately, "You can use my bottom hole if you like! It'll be really tight on your willy!"

I guided Charlotte off me, the little girl sobbing and nursing her sore little hole. Karen backed up towards me holding her bottom cheeks apart so that I could access her little anus. She lowered herself down and I touched the tip of my cock to her lubricated bottom hole. Crying and wriggling Karen sat down, impaling her tiny anus on my excited adult penis.

"Oooooooooooooo! It huuuuuuuuuurts!" she wept as I continued to slide up her.

As her bottom cheeks reached my thighs and my cock was fully inserted her crying and little yelps became constant. It was a lovely accompaniment to her wriggling and up and down movement in my lap.

"Ooooooooo! A-hurrrrr! Whaaaaaaaaaaa! A-waaaaaaaaah! Owweeeeee! Oooooo A-hurrrrr!" she sobbed as my cock slowly slid out of her bottom and back in again.

The tantalising slippery friction of her tight little hole made me think of cumming, but the door opened and Miss Smalls stood there, the swishy 'big girl cane' in hand. She saw my hard cock being pleasured by the little bottom.

"Oh dear!" she smiled meanly, "It looks like Daddy hasn't squirted yet. Karen, you may get off Daddy now. Time for each of you to learn what a caning really feels like! Back to the schoolroom, please!"

I pushed Karen off me and my cock popped out leaving her anus gaping widely. Each of the girls was sobbing wildly at the thought of the big cane on their sore welted bottoms being only a few minutes away. Weeping with fear, the girls followed a triumphant Miss Smalls back to the schoolroom. I followed behind with my cock so hard that it barely shook as I walked back.

As we got back, Miss Smalls invited me to sit on the bed to watch the girls' punishments.

"Charlotte!" she called, "Come out here, bend over and touch your toes. Bottom towards Daddy, please."

Weeping and shaking little Charlotte went and stood a few yards in front of me where Miss Smalls indicated and then, with her back to me, bent over double touching her toes. Her bottom stretched tight and the little cheeks parted showing her anus and pussy.

"Oh dear, Charlotte!" said Miss Smalls beamed, "Your first time with the 'big girl cane'! I'm sure this is a lesson you will remember for some time to come! I think maybe six strokes to get you started. I'll add more if you don't behave whilst your bottom is being caned. Stick it out now! Make it nice and big! Really push it out for Daddy!"

Charlotte blubbered helplessly as she parted her legs and pushed her bottom out towards me. The cheeks parted more and her anus and pussy both gaped. Miss Smalls lined up the cane across the lower part of Charlotte's bottom, just below where the blisters ended just above where the crease separated her bottom from her thighs. Miss Smalls drew the cane back above her head and whipped it down right across Charlotte's little cheeks.

THWICK!

Charlotte stumbled forward from the force of the cane on her little bottom. Then she shot upwards, her hands grabbing at both her bottom cheeks as she danced on her tiptoes. Not a sound escaped her lips. Her mouth was wide open, her face red and stretched as she danced about. After a few moments she managed to draw a breath; then she screamed. It was the long screaming howl of a little girl whose bottom has felt for the first time the hurt that a more senior cane can induce. The sight of her hopping about screaming and pawing at her chubby little bum cheeks was powerfully exciting for Miss Smalls and myself; we watched her carefully, enjoying the spectacle to the full.

"Back in position, Charlotte, or that one won't count!" Miss Smalls instructed.

Desperate to please, Charlotte bent back over and stuck out her bum. A vivid red line was forming where the cane had landed.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! PLEASE! NO MORE! I'LL BE GOOD! WHAAAAAAAAAAAA! IT HURTS! NO MORE!" she begged.

Miss Smalls lined up the cane again, a little lower this time.

THWICK!

Charlotte was up and dancing again, screaming her head off as the cane sting soaked into her bum.

It took ten minutes for Miss Smalls to deliver all six strokes to the little eight year old. Charlotte's constant shrieks and wild bottom rubbing dances made Miss Smalls' pussy openly dribble and my cock throbbed and twitched in unison. All the time, Charlotte begged first Miss Smalls then me in turn for anything that might stop the dreadful progress of the cane on her bottom. We were offered the most extreme sex acts that a little girl's body could possibly perform, if only we would be so kind as to stop the horrible cane hurting her little bottom. But Charlotte received her cane spanking until there were five blistered lines across her lower bottom and upper thighs.

Miss Smalls saved the best for last and the cane spanked Charlotte right on the crease between her bottom and thighs. The girl's shrieking cries as she jumped about made my cock stand totally rigid and my balls tingle. Miss Smalls' clit stuck out completely erect and she plucked at it in feverish lust.

As Charlotte's hoarse wails filled the room, Miss Smalls beckoned to Karen and pointed to the spot on the floor so recently vacated by Charlotte. Karen's little bottom had made acquaintance with the 'big girl cane' on a number of occasions and the searing bottom pain had made an indelible impression on her. The sight of her little sister screaming and jumping as her bottom was punished had only reinforced Karen's fear of the big whippy stick that Miss Smalls bent between her hands making the ends meet to show how frighteningly flexible it was.

"Bwaaaaaaaa! Please Miss! Please Daddy!" Karen begged, "Not the big cane! Not on the bare! I'll kiss your bum holes for you! Daddy, you can put your willy up my bum! A-hurrrrr! My bummy's so sore! Don't use the big cane! Pleeeeeeeeeease! A-hurrrrr!"

"Touch your toes, Karen!" Miss Smalls smiled, "Bottom up! Toes pointing in! I want that bottom nice and spread!"

Karen tried her best to please Miss Smalls and her bottom was presented to us nicely poking out. As she shuffled her toes inwards, her bottom crack spread wide apart and I was able to look up the gaping little holes that both winked open and shut with fear. Again Miss Smalls targeted the un-blistered lower parts of Karen's bottom and her upper thighs.

"Eight good hard spanks with the cane for you, I think!" Miss Smalls grinned.

"Nooooooooooo!" wailed Karen, as Miss Smalls lifted the cane back.

The cane whooshed through the air and wrapped itself firmly around Karen's prominent little chubby bum cheeks.

Karen's squeals were no less heartfelt then her sister's. Miss Smalls gave Karen plenty of time to shriek and dance about between each cane spank, her little anus and pussy being pulled open and displayed to us as she wildly pulled at her injured bottom cheeks and upper thighs.

"IT HURTS! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!" she constantly shrieked as the cane whipped her jiggly little bum.

Karen's repeated pleas to be allowed to lick our bottom holes, kiss Daddy's willy, worship Miss Smalls' wee hole and have her body used in any way we wished, became more desperate and explicit with each bottom juddering visit of the cane. After six hard spanks with the cane on her bottom the frantic girl threw herself on her knees in front of Miss Smalls and buried her face in her strict governess's pussy in a desperate attempt to demonstrate her willingness to please the adults in charge of her. I watched Miss Smalls' eyes roll back as the howling little mouth pushed into her dripping wet wide open gash and the sound of a little flicky tongue twirling around the hole came to our ears. Miss Smalls allowed herself a few moments of pleasure before she pushed Karen away.

"Plenty of time for that later, my girl!" she said with a snake-like smile, "Get back in position or you'll be getting more than another two!"

Weeping fearfully, Karen's bottom was re-presented to us for its final two spanks from the 'big girl cane'.

Just like with Charlotte, the final two strokes were just up under the chubby overhang of the child's bottom where it met the upper thighs. Karen's outraged shrieks as the cane was whipped into this sensitive little place rang in our ears as she screamed and jumped about as if her bottom was on fire. Her energetic, buttock-grabbing little jig repeatedly opened her anus for us to look up. The wicked cane stripes extended down the backs of her thighs and as she howled and pulled at them, her pussy was held open so we could see deep inside her.

Miss Smalls called Veronica, who by this time was almost hysterical, over to her. The thick red cane marks on Karen's bottom and legs made Veronica tremble and wail as she thought about how they would feel on her own little bottom.

"Well, Veronica," Miss Smalls said with a wicked little grin on her face, "I think you can do something a little more 'advanced' for Daddy! Get into my 'special caning position', please!"

Weeping hysterically, Veronica stood with her back to me, widely separated her legs, bent double and stuck her head back through her legs. She wrapped her arms around the backs of her knees and pulled tight so her bottom was pushed out with the cheeks widely parted. Her genitals were completely exposed and her holes gaped open. Miss Smalls stood close behind Veronica and stroked her tightly stretched stuck-out little bum. Miss Smalls stroked Veronica's gaping anus with her middle finger and slowly pushed the finger into the red lubricated hole. Veronica wailed miserably as she felt the finger invade her. Miss Smalls pulled the finger out and then, putting her middle and index fingers together, began to push both of them into Veronica's tight anal hole.

"Look at this, Daddy!" said Miss Smalls, "Look at this naughty little 'Daddy hole'!"

Miss Smalls' two fingers began to piston in and out of Veronica's anus as the girl cried in discomfort.

"This naughty little 'Daddy hole' needs exercising all the time!" Miss Smalls gloated, "Why, tonight I think I might stretch it with my biggest peg! How the girls at the orphanage used to scream when I did that! It will make your bottom hole huge, Veronica! You'll be able to fit two willies up there by the time I'm finished!"

Miss Smalls pulled her fingers out and gripped the cane.

"Ten whippy cane spanks for you, Veronica!" she taunted, "All on your caned bottom! It's already so red and marked! This is going to hurt so much! Look up at your Daddy so he can see your face whilst you're being caned!"

Veronica's tear filled eyes looked up at me.

"Whaaaaaaaaa! I'm sorry, Daddy! I'll be good!" she wailed.

Her bottom was grossly swollen from her thrashing with the junior cane and the crossing patchwork of stinging inflamed red lines lay over the darker strap welts and made her spread buttocks seemed to glow. Miss Smalls stroked the cane over the ridged surface of the little bottom as Veronica wept and begged for leniency. Miss Smalls raised the cane high. I watched Veronica's upside-down face and saw her frightened eyes following the cane upwards.

"Bwaaaaaaaaah! A-hurrrrr! Please Miss! No Miss! A-hurrrrr! Not ten! Please! It's too many! I'll do anything! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease!" she wept.

THWICK!

The cane and landed right across the fullest part of Veronica's little bottom.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed.

Her hands came up and grabbed at the burning line, pulling and squeezing, trying to stop the awful bottom pain. In her exposed position her holes gaped obscenely and her bright red face screamed and howled at us. Miss Smalls flicked at Veronica's hands with the cane.

"YEEOWW! YEEOWW! MY HANDS! MY HANDS!" shrieked Veronica as she snatched them away from her bottom.

Miss Smalls lined up for the next cane spank.

THWICK!

Veronica's screams filled the room as she pulled her holes open for us again. Miss Smalls took her time caning the little girl's obediently offered bottom as Veronica screamed the place down. The exciting bottom waggling and sumo type feet stomping as she screeched and howled made my cock quiver and made Miss Smalls' pussy drip clear sticky liquid. Miss Smalls delivered eight wicked stingy cane spanks across Veronica's bottom and the backs of her thighs and I watched eight purple blistered parallel lines form. Veronica's explicit bottom rubbing activities was accompanied by her constant shrieks and hoarse wails.

"You know how we finish you off, Veronica." said Miss Smalls sternly.

"NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOO!" was all that Veronica could howl.

Miss Smalls positioned the cane so it would fall diagonally across Veronica's bottom.

"I like to give my prize pupil a star!" she said, smirking.

The cane landed, crossing all eight of the other parallel cane marks. Veronica howled and danced about as much as her constricted position allowed. Soon a final stroke on the opposite diagonal joined the first, painting a bright red pain-star on Veronica's little cheeks.

Leaving Veronica to jump and display herself to me in a lewd exhibition of spread little girl genitals, Miss Smalls returned the cane to the oak cupboard. As she put the cane back she exchanged it for another item; a very thin, perhaps only quarter of an inch thick, three foot long rod type object. It was stiff but Miss Smalls demonstrated its flexibility by twisting it into two small circles and letting it spring back straight. It had a straight bone handle and its length seemed to be bound with twisted cotton.

Charlotte and Karen started to howl when they saw Miss Smalls holding the object. Veronica had been too occupied with her scalded cane whipped bottom to see what was going on, but as she heard her sisters' frightened shrieks she looked up. When she caught sight of the thin flexible rod she began to scream.

"Whale cartilage covered with twisted cotton thread." Miss Smalls explained to me, "Light, but very very stingy. Perfect for a little girl's more intimate areas. We call it my 'wee hole whacker', don't we girls? Although," she added as an afterthought, "it does a pretty good job on little bottom holes too!"

The girls all had their hands held protectively over their little pussies. How cute they all looked, crying with fear, their bottoms already like big red tomatoes.

"On the bed on your backs!" demanded Miss Smalls, "All of you! Knees up and apart! Get those little wee holes opened up and ready to be whacked!"

"Miss Smalls?" I enquired.

"Why yes, Sir!" she obediently answered.

"I think I might have a small chat with Charlotte!" I said.

"Of course, Sir" Miss Smalls said, pushing the little eight year old over to me, "On the bed! Both of you!" she instructed the two sobbing elder girls.

As her sisters lay on the bed, bringing their knees up and spreading them to show their open pussies, Charlotte came to me.

"Charlotte, which would you rather have?" I asked, pointing at my cock and then the bed.

Charlotte pointed at my cock.

"Even in your bumhole?" I asked.

Tears streaming down her face, Charlotte nodded.

There was a short high pitched whine 'Wheeeeeeee' as the thin flexible rod whipped through the air followed by a dull little crack as it met a young girl's most sensitive place. Karen's screams filled the room as she grabbed between her legs at the stinging line on her pussy.

"Please Daddy! Put your willy in my bumhole!" begged Charlotte.

We both looked over to where Veronica lay, her legs apart staring in terror at Miss Smalls who stood over her taking aim between her legs with the rod.

Wheeeeeeeee-crack!

The rod whipped into Veronica's pubis.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Veronica screamed as she clutched at her pussy.

"Daddy! Your willy in my bottom! I'll take it all! I don't want my wee hole whacked! Please! Put it all in! You can hurt me all you want!" Charlotte begged frantically.

"Kneel up on your school desk, Charlotte!" I ordered.

Desperate to avoid the treatment her sisters were getting, Charlotte ran to her desk and clambered up on her knees onto the desktop. She grabbed the edge of the desk and bent down, sticking her bum out. I went behind her; my cock was level with her anus and I could watch her sisters' punishment on the bed. I slipped my cock between her bum cheeks until it touched her lubricated little hole. On the bed Karen and Veronica screamed as Miss Smalls whipped their little pussies. Both their tiny chubby pubises were burning and inflamed, covered with thin red lines. The girls screamed and tried to cover their sensitive holes, but Miss Smalls whipped their little hands out of the way.

I took a tight hold of Charlotte's little hips and pushed my cock against the hole. My bulbous head stretched the little sphincter and I heard Charlotte whimpering. I gave a thrust and the first few inches went up her. She wailed loudly. On the bed the girls little pussies were being thoroughly thrashed. Charlotte's bottom hole was red and sore from where Miss Smalls had scrubbed it. I knew it was going to hurt a lot when I start to really work myself into her.

I gave a hard thrust and the whole of my cock length went in. Charlotte screamed, her face twisting back over her shoulder to look at me, her eyes wide and beseeching.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Please! Not hard! Not rough! Don't do it rough, Daddy!" she begged.

But my cock needed it really hard and the sight of the two little girls on the bed screaming their heads off as Miss Smalls strictly punished their most intimate parts made my cock as hard as iron. I began to pull my cock out and slam it back into Charlotte's tight little hole. The child screamed as my big adult cock punished her little anus. My belly slapped into her bottom each time I thrust deep into her. The feeling of her tight lubricated hole gripping my hard cock was perfect and I worked myself in and out of her, holding her hips so I could pound into her as hard as possible. As I watched the girls repeatedly taking their hands away and opening their legs revealing their welted pussies, only to have them spanked again by the thin whippy rod, I could feel my orgasm coming. Charlotte squealed as I repeatedly pumped my whole length into her. My body went rigid and I let out an ecstatic wail of pleasure as I came for what seemed like forever, collapsing on top of the still squealing Charlotte when I had finished.

Miss Smalls left the howling girls writhing on the bed and pulling at their punished little parts. She came over to stroke me and help lift me off Charlotte.

After a few minutes I had recovered and surveyed the weeping red bottomed little girls. Miss Smalls open pussy and large erect clit told me that the rest of the day would be taken up with three little girls doing anything it took not get any more punishments on their bottoms.

"Thank you for visiting the schoolroom, Sir." Miss Smalls smiled.

"Do enjoy the rest of your day, Miss Smalls." I smiled back.

"Oh yes, Sir. I will!" she smiled, her eyes looking at the girls with absolute unbridled lust.

I dressed quickly and, as I left the schoolroom, I heard one of the girl's muffled wails and slurps as her mouth was pushed deep into a huge soaking adult pussy followed by the sharp cries of pleasure of their redoubtable governess. As I went down the stairs I hoped my beloved Isabel had enjoyed herself in the nursery as much as I had in the schoolroom.