Sissy looked at the street sign as Loni made the turn in her SUV: FIG LANE - DEAD END - NO OUTLET. It wouldn't be long before she would come to know that they had double meanings for the unfortunates who were destined for The Manor down at the end. She would be spending the weekend down at the dead end with Nurse Loni and her husband Rod Butts, a weekend she would end up long remembering.

Loni looked at the ten year old blue eyed blond with her two pigtails tied with a pink ribbon looking so eager to what lay ahead. How this cute, diminutive little girl had ever been in the halfway house where she worked was no longer a mystery. Her good for nothing, unwed parents had dropped her on the state as being a delinquent - only then to leave the state. It turned out that not only wasn't she a delinquent, but that her parents had abused her when they had gotten high. Instead of going to a foster home she had been mistakenly sent to the girl's reformatory. Its director quickly realized that she had no business there and so had sent her to the halfway house to get that problem off his hands. Let someone else work it out.

Loni meet Sissy the day of her arrival for she had to give her a physical exam as part of her in-processing. Even before she had undressed it had been love at first sight. This girl was simply delicious prey. God how sweet it would be to whipping her young ass. And what about hubby Rod? He'd come in his pants at her sight. In the end that came to be rather prophetic.

Sissy had only been in the halfway house a week when Loni learned that she would be headed to a foster home. No wonder; the state didn't want her and many a foster parent would. She was just too cute and innocent to pass up. Upon hearing this Loni asked if the girl couldn't spend the weekend with her before she left. The director hesitated as trips to The Manor were for punishment. But when Loni put forth her best smile and added a sweet "oh please," he relinquished. What the hell; why not? He valued Loni's services there as a nurse and as a disciplinarian at The Manor. Whereas Loni would be around for the long haul, this newcomer wouldn't.

"Are we there," asked Sissy as she saw the end of the road coming up.

"Yes, that's The Manor there."

Sissy looked at the large brick house and beautiful lawn. It did look nice and welcoming, what with all the flowers in bloom in the shade of the large oaks.

Rod, who already had been on the lookout, watched as Loni parked and the girl got out. Just as Loni had thought,he salivated at the sight of the cute girl in her Sunday best white dress standing there all smiles as she studied the large house and foliage. Rod went out.

"Sissy, this is Doctor Butts," said Loni as she held the girl's small bag.

"Glad to meet you, Dr. Butts. You sure have a pretty house."

"Why thank you, Sissy, and welcome. I'm sure you are in for a big and memorable weekend here at The Manor. Here, let me take her bag, Loni."

The three of them walked from the car with Sissy between them holding their hands and with Rod holding her bag. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. Sissy hadn't been this happy in quite a while. She went into a happy skip as Loni and Rod exchanged glances. "Thank you," said Rod quietly to Loni and then added another "Thank you." Loni's response was a knowing smile and a quiet "my pleasure." And what a pleasure it would be.

Once inside Loni took Sissy to the guest room to put away her things. She explained that they would be going to The Greenhouse where she would learn some things about horticulture and putter around in the soil herself and get her hands dirty. She said there were some coveralls and work shoes and gloves in the closet for her to try on and then come downstairs as soon as she was dressed. In the meantime Loni changed from her nurse's uniform into her own gardening clothes.

Sissy looked around in amazement as the threesome entered the greenhouse. How impressive; how interesting! They first toured the small vegetable garden area where Rod grew tomatoes and cucumbers and lettuce and the like for personal consumption. Cooking was his other hobby when he wasn't busy caning and otherwise tormenting kids. He explained to Sissy that tonight they would be eating what he plucked then and there with dinner tonight. They would go well with the rump roast.

From there it was on to the high glass ceiling area were the bamboo and rattan were growing. There on a workbench lay a large number of cut bamboo and rattan strips in their raw state as well as finished ones that would be going next to the shipping room. Rod explained that he was a supplier to companies that produced and sold whipping canes.

"Sissy, now that you have seen these why don't you go and harvest some yourself. Pick some good stingers for bad boys and girls. Loni will help you. Now don't cut yourself."

So Loni and Sissy got down to work, harvesting some bamboo and rattan stalks. Rod watched from some distance as Loni and Sissy would cut one and then swish it in the air as they laughed together. "Take this, Big Boy." "Swish!" They were having fun imaging these being slammed into boy rumps. Rod went about his own work.

"Here they are, Doctor Butts," said Sissy with a big, broad smile of accomplishment as she proudly presented a bundle of bamboo stalks and one of rattan.

"Good work, young lady. Maybe we should hire her," he said to Loni with a chuckle. "Let's wash them and put them on the bench."

Once that was done he asked her to select three of each that she saw as the best. She looked them over, selected a few, swished them in the air as she smiled and gave a "Thwick - thwick - thwick."

"Good choices, you little devil you. Put them over there by the door and then I'll show you the herb section."

"How do you make the handle?"

"The handle is called a crook. We well soak it and then run a torch over and over the end as we apply pressure. It doesn't take much time on these little thin whippy ones, but it does if you're making furniture with thick stalks."

Once at the herb section Rod pointed out the problano peppers and the jalapeno peppers and the ginger plants. "Why don't you two select some and then show her how they are prepared for shipment, Loni."

"Sure; we'll have fun, won't we, Sissy?"

"Oh yes; I've never done this before."

So the two of them, working as a team, went to work in selecting some for harvesting.

"Do you know what these are good for, Sissy?"

"Oh yes; the peppers are good to eat, but not me."

"Why is that?"

"Too hot. But I like ginger, especially ginger ale."

"Ginger is good for seasoning too, you know."

"I guess so."

"We call this a hand. Can you guess why?"

"Because it looks like a hand with five fingers."

"Like what?"

"They are used along with the whipping canes. You see some bad boys and girls clinch their butts under the cane so that it doesn't hurt as much. That's not fair, is it?"

"I guess not."

"Well these are used to prevent them from clinching."

"You mean they go up their butts?"

"My but you are a smart girl. That's right. So if they clinch while it's up their butt it stings. This makes them unclench. It's called figging."

"That's neat; so neat. Figging."

"So let's select some that look good for that."

"Some big ones, right? For bad boys." Loni didn't respond.

So Loni and Sissy went to work selecting and harvesting a few ginger roots and problano and jalapeno peppers. From there they went to a work bench with a wash basin where they exchanged their work gloves for clean gloves.

"You see here is where we cut a shallow, annular grove."

"Why?"

"So that your anus can grip it and hold it in place. You see, we all have what is called a sphincter which opens and closes. So once you put a root in the bad boy or girl's butt, the sphincter will grip and hold it in place. And here at the end just beyond the groove is the butt which will stay out so that you can grab and pull it out after you have finishing the whipping."

"This is all so neat. I wish sometime I could see a boy getting this. Wow!"

"So you're glad you selected some long and thick ones, I bet."

"You bet. Wow! Sure wish I could watch."

With that they exchanged high-fives with broad smiles.

"Why you'll be doing better than just watching."

"How do you mean?"

"Why you will be feeling them, of course."

"Me? What do you mean, 'me'?"

"When we cane and fig you, of course."

"Me? You mean those things are for me? But I thought . . ."

"I thought you understood that."

"But I wouldn't have picked such big ones if I had known that. What about those canes?"

"Yes, the canes; you picked your own canes too, of course."

"But I wouldn't have picked such big ones if I knew they were for me."

"Sissy, you aren't being very nice. You know the Golden Rule, don't you?

"The Golden Rule? You mean that one about doing unto others as you would have them do unto you? That rule?"

"Exactly. You are very bright. Under the rule you would have expected the other boys and girls who were to receive them to have done the same to you. So you see there's no problem here. If you had seen one that you wouldn't wanted done on you, you shouldn't have selected it. That would have been real mean of you, and I don't think you are a mean girl, are you?"

"But - but."

"Now, now; don't worry. We all are going to have a nice lunch before we whip you. And who knows, this just may be your lucky day. Perhaps Dr. Butts will bugger you too! Hungry?"

- - - - -

It being such a pretty day, they decided to have lunch on the patio in the back not far from the greenhouse. The three of them sat at a round table in the center of which was a large bowl of peeled shrimp set atop a bed of ice. To that was added a cheese plate with crackers and bouchon and radishes plus a small green salad and drinks. Rod had a beer and then another.

"I hear that you didn't know you were selecting those canes and figging produce for yourself. Is that right, Sissy," asked Rod.

"Yes sir."

"Well you picked some pretty stout canes for a girl your age."

"Yes sir."

"And those peppers and gingers, they look pretty stout too for a girl your age."

"Yes sir."

"Ever had one up your ass?"

"No sir."

"Looking forward to it after lunch?"

"No sir, I don't think so."

"Like the shrimp?"

"Yes, sir."

"Not much of a talker, are you?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Which one do you want up your ass first?"

"I don't know, sir. Ugh - I guess the ginger root."

"Good choice. She is a smart one."

"I told you so," said Loni.

"Do you want me or Nurse Loni to stick it up your ass? Pass the salt and pepper please, Sissy."

"Ugh - ugh - ugh - I guess Nurse Loni."

"Have a good idea of what it going to feel like having four inches of ginger root up your ass?"

No response.

"Doctor Butts asked you a question, Sissy."

"I guess it's going to sting."

"Sounds like kind of fun, no?"

"I guess so. Can I have more tea?"

"Do you put things up your ass? Here's the tea."

"Thank you. Ugh, no; I don't."

"You know about the birds and bees, don't you," asked Loni.

"Yes ma'am."

"What do you know about them?"

"I know that boys want to stick their thing up my pee hole and if they do I could have a baby."

"Have you seen boys' things?"

"A couple of times, in the shower."

"Would you like Doctor Butts to show you his thing?"

"Uh, no ma'am; I mean yes ma'am. I don't know."

"Want some butter for your radishes?"

"Yes sir."

"Okay, I'll show you my thing. Better still I'll let you feel all of it and my balls before I stick it up your butt."

"Oh how sweet of you, doctor. See Sissy, just like I told you, this is your lucky day. Doctor Butts is going to bugger you after lunch. Pass the lemon please, Rod."

"If you haven't stuck things up your butt, surely you've stuck things up your pee hole - the one where babies come from."

"I did a pencil once."

"Would you like doctor Butts to stick his thing - his cock - up your pee hole? Need a napkin, honey?"

"I don't think so."

"Sissy, are you telling me that you don't want me to put my cock up your pee hole after lunch. Is that what you are telling me?"

"I don't want to be impolite but . . ."

"You just want the doctor to bugger your ass?"

"Yes, just - just - bugger."

"Then you had better ask him real nice, so that he won't be offended."

"Please bugger my - my - ass, Dr. Butts."

"Well, only if you are a good girl and take the cane well. Will you promise to take your caning well, like a good girl? More cheese, Loni?"

- - - - -

After lunch they decided to have a nap on their full stomach before proceeding with Sissy's caning and figging and buggering. Loni took her to her room and had her put on a pick nightie that came down just a couple inches below her butt. The pink match that of her pigtail ribbons. Then Loni led Sissy to the master bedroom where Rod was already naked in bed beneath the covers. She had Sissy get in close beside him while she put on her own skimpy nightee. She crawled in bed to the other side of Sissy who she found to be lying there stiff as a rail next to the naked man. She could smell he beer on his breath.

Loni put her hand on Sissy's knee and caressed it. Then she caressed her thigh. Sissy jerked. Rod followed suit by putting his big working man's hand on Sissy's other knee and caressed it before advancing to her thigh.

Sissy started to tremble as she lay there seemingly smothered by these two adults that straddled her. Loni tilted her head and Sissy's head towards each other and started to kiss her. Sissy's only resistance was her failure to open her mouth. Loni pushed her tongue persistently between Sissy's lips and was rewarded with being allowed entry.

Loni French kissed the girl. It wasn't long before Sissy kissed her back as both Loni and Rod continued on with their tender caressing of the girl's thighs. Then Loni pulled Sissy's hand over and onto her own thigh. Sissy got the message and started to caress Loni. Rod had planned to follow Loni's path and to kiss the girl now but hesitated when he felt Loni pull the girl's head down between her legs which pulled her free of him. Oh well, he thought, let them have their fun now he thought as he yawned. It'll wait. She's not going anywhere.

Rod woke with a jolt. By golly if he hadn't fallen asleep. It was that second beer. It wasn't that long ago when that would have been impossible for him with a young girl there in bed beside him. Then again, with Loni's pretty steady supply of young-uns for him to live out his fetish fantasies, no wonder. He wasn't getting any younger.

"You promised to show her your thing, Rod. Well, we're ready," said Loni as she lifted the bed coverings. "Show time."

Rod looked up to see both Loni and Sissy standing there along his side of the bed still wearing their skimpy nighties. Sissy looked down at his limp privates nested there in a small forest of hair. He eyes opened as wide as if she had just seen a midget, one-eyed Martian lying dormant in wait in the hair forest.

"Go down and take a closer look," said Loni.

With her eyes and mouth open she gingerly leaned down for a closer look at the serpent. As quick as a wink Rod thrust his hips up and said "BOO" as his cock flapped just inches from the girl's nose.

"AAAhh," she yelled as she jerked her head up and away from what had been a sleeping creature. Loni and Rod laughed.

"Go ahead and feel. It won't bite."

Sissy put a finger on the one eyed serpent's head which was lying flat on its side. Then she gripped the head with the ends of her five fingers. The serpent awoke. It started to rustle - to expand and extend. Sissy removed her fingers. But the thing was now fully awake. It hardened and extended further and then began to rise.

Sissy looked on in astonishment as it expanded and extended to it full upright and locked position.

"Put the head in your mouth," instructed Loni.

"Ughhhhh. No. That thing is nasty."

"I'm giving you one more chance, Sissy. Put it in your mouth. That will make Doctor Butts feel good."

Sissy frowned as she considered. Then slowly she put her lips to the tip. She must have tasted something as she raised her head away. "Ughhhhhh."

"Enough of this," said Rod. "This girl needs the cane. I'm getting dressed."

"Me too," said Loni.

"What about me. Shall I go get dressed?"

"Now why would you need to do that when you are about to be caned? No, you're dressed well enough in your nightie," replied Loni.

Sissy sat there as Rod and Loni put their clothes back on. I should have put his thing in my mouth. I should have, she thought.

Downstairs the three of them went and from there to the greenhouse and into the shipping room. On the wall was a panel with an array of foot long pegs. Above each peg was an age number and suspended from each peg were several canes. The size of the canes got larger, of course, as the age increased. This was explained to Sissy.

"You're ten, right?"

"Yes sir."

"Then take a couple of those under 10 in case one breaks."

Sissy slid two rattan canes off the #10 peg. They were three feet long, fairly thin and quite flexible. This shouldn't be too bad she thought as she viewed the bigger and thicker ones on down the line for age 11, 12, 13 and so forth. She handed then to Rod who gave them a couple of good swish. He's strong, observed Sissy. "Yes, these would have been sufficient."

Sissy didn't understand what he meant by "would have been sufficient" but dared not ask.

"Okay, let's go to the spanking room."

They left the shipping room and made their way to the greenhouse exit where the bundle of canes that Sissy had selected still stood. "These are the ones Sissy selected and prepared this morning," said Loni.

"Oh, I see. That's why they don't have crooks. Well if these are what she wants, bring them along too," replied Rod.

Sissy was mortified. Those were about the size of the ones that had been on the #12 and #13 pegs for kids that age.

"But Doctor Butts; I'm only ten."

"Now Sissy, I can't believe that you thought you were picking canes and figging products for people older than you. Had that been the case you would have selected adult sized ones which these clearly aren't."

"I didn't think . . ."

"Not thinking will always get you in trouble. Don't you believe in the Golden Rule?"

"I guess so."

"Good; then you see there isn't any real problem. If there is, then - well as they say - you made your bed, so now you sleep in it. You reap what you sew, you know. Just consider all this as one more lesion in life. There will be plenty more to come."

They made their way into the house and from there down into the basement where the good doctor conducted his research and development. When the bright fluorescent ceiling lights were turned on Sissy felt a cold chill run through her body. After all, she still was only wearing that little pink nightie.

"Well here we are," said Rod. "How do you like our research and development facility?"

"I'm cold. Can I go back up? It's cold down here."

"Now don't you fret about that, Sissy," said Loni. "We're going to warm you up real quick like. Don't you worry."

"I'm cold."

"Do you need to go pee before we get started whipping you?"

"You mean upstairs?"

"No; that's the bathroom right over there."

No response. She really didn't need to go.

The device in the middle of the room where she was to be mounted was in its upside-down L configuration. Loni led Sissy over to it and put her feet in the stirrups and secured them. Then she pushed her down on the pad. Rod secured her wrists and positioned her chin in the chin-cup - the one like eye doctors use to keep the patient's head secure and steady with the face looking straight ahead. Rod used the controls to raise her ass up to a forty-five degree angle and then spread the stirrups. Loni gently pushed the skimpy pink nightie up, clear of her butt.

"Isn't that better now Sissy," asked Loni.

"Please don't."

"I mean aren't you warmer now against the pad?"

"I guess."

"Can we make you any more comfortable," ask Rod.

"Please don't whip me."

"Don't be silly, Sissy," replied Rod. "Don't beat you after all the work you did in preparing your canes and figging produce? We've gone to a lot of trouble too, you know. I'm sure you know that we aren't now about to abort, close shop and go home now when we are already home and ready to start. Right?"

Sissy began to sob with her chin held in the chin-cup. Loni pulled up a chair and took a seat with her face but a foot from Sissy's face. She took a tissue and gently wiped a few tears off the young girl's face that had dripped down from her eyes.

"There - there. There will be plenty of time to cry later." Loni grabbed hold of the girl's two pigtails with their pink ribbons and gave her a gentle and loving kiss on her forehead. "You best save those tears for later when you'll be needing them."

"I think I need to go pee."

"Will you two lovebirds stop all that so I can get on with this," asked Rod.

"Are you ready, Sissy," ask Loni in a tender and loving manner.

No response.

"Well," asked Rod.

"Well," asked Loni.

Loni felt the touch of a cane that Rod had placed gently across the middle of her young ten year old ass. That wasn't so bad.

"Answer us Sissy, before you make us mad."

"Yes," came a meek response.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Ready for what?"

"Please," plead Sissy into Loni's face, one foot away.

"Thwick."

"Oh."

"Please what?"

No response.

"Thwick."

"Oh - oh."

"Please don't."

"Thwick - - thwick - - thwick."

"Oh oh auw auw OH!"

"I'd like to get started here, if you don't mind."

Started, wondered Sissy.

"Sissy," said Loni, "we can't wait all day just to get started. Now tell us if you're ready."

"Yes - yes - I'm ready."

"Thwick - - thwick - - thwick."

"Ready for what? We're still waiting."

"Ready to be whipped."

"Then ask us to begin your whipping. Ask nicely, you hear."

"Please begin - - begin - - begin - - whip me."

Rod walked from behind her and positioned the cane between Sissy's face and Loni's face.

"See this Sissy?"

Sissy looked at the cane and at Loni's eyes just beyond.

"Yes, sir."

"Well that's our number 10 cane that we ordinarily use on ten year olds just I just did."

"Yes, sir. It really hurts."

"Now this one here is one that you selected - that you wanted to be used."

With that Rod positioned a number 13 aside the number 10. It was, of course, longer and thicker and meaner.

"So now we'll begin your whipping. Of course it will be done with the one you wanted rather than the one we would have preferred - the one that you just felt."

"You mean you haven't used it yet?"

"That's right, but we'll get started now."

Rod returned to his caning position behind the girl whose elevated butt showed the results of the modest caning that she had already received. He tapped the number 13 several times on this target and then delivered.

"Swissssh - THWICK!"

Sissy's head lifted as her mouth opened with her chin still in the chin-cup.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH"

Both her feet and her arms tried to fly back only to meet the restraints which denied that movement.

Rod watched with unbridled delight as he watched the tram tracks form first in white quickly followed to pink and then red.

Rod waited for the girl to regain her composure, forced as it was, and then placed the cane onto the girl's cheeks. Immediately she clinched.

"No clinching, Sissy. Surely you remember that from your work in the greenhouse preparing those peppers and ginger fingers."

Sissy was in no condition to remember anything. Her mind was totally focused on that line on fire that extended across her ass and the touch of the cane where it was destined for the next blow. Then she felt the cane come off and knew where it was heading next. She clinched.

Nothing followed. Rod had aborted the next blow. She now realized just why. Not only had she clinched but she knew that she was stilling clinching.

"I see that you want the full program, Sissy - that you want the full experience of being our guest here today. Very well; Loni, can you help out?"

Loni spread the girl's cheeks wide apart which allowed Rod to insert four of the five inches of a fresh and wet ginger finger into Sissy's ass whereupon her sphincter made its grip in the annular groove formed just an inch from the butt end - the knob. Loni released her cheeks and retook her position, eager to watch the girl's expression from close up as she felt the ginger juices flowing. Rod squeezed the girl's ass cheeks and held them squeezed firmly against the embedded four inches of ginger.

Sissy's chest heaved as her head shot up out of the chin cup and back as far as it could go.

"STOP STOP STOP!!! It's too big - - - and it's burning me!"

Loni grabbed Sissy's head with her two hands and moved it back down to face hers.

"Now Sissy; that was the ginger that you yourself selected, and so carefully prepared. So don't go and complain now."

"STOP STOP TAKE IT OUT!!!" she yelled into Loni's face.

Rod released his squeeze.

"PLEASE STO - - - -" Her words were cut short by Loni's thrusting of her tongue into the girl's open mouth. Sissy resisted by trying to shake her head but Loni fixed that by planted her chin back into the chin cup as she jabbed her tongue repeatedly into the girl's mouth and into the beginning of her throat.

Rod took that as a call to duty. He raised the cane high back over his shoulder and let it rip.

Sissy's body shook as if she had gone into convulsions. Her torso bounced up and down on the pad as her hands and feet fluttered wildly about in their cages. Sissy screamed into Loni mouth as Loni held her head firmly. Her pigtails in their pink bows hardly moved, so firm was Loni's grip on the girl's head. Her muffled screaming continued.

Rod unleashed another which was followed by the same convulsions. Oh what an erotic sight it was for him as he watched the girls butt and back rippling as they lifted slightly off the pads in sequence, rhythmically. And the best was his view of the back of the girl's head with its two pigtails and her head being squeezed hard by Loni as she thrust her tongue in and out of the girl's throat, intercepting and muffling her screams. It just doesn't get any better than this, he thought. His cock thought otherwise as it dialed 991 to his brain.

Rod fumbled his clothes off in frenzy. His cock looked up at him as if to say "let's go, man." Rod considered the request from on low. For the moment he denied the request. What a mistake.

Rod took a couple of steps back and then came forward with the cane held high over his shoulder. He slashed diagonally across the beaten ass cheeks. "Hey man; let's go," came another request from on low. Soon, guy, came his retort. From the other side he sprang forward again a couple of steps and let rip another vicious diagonal cut that crossed the other. His cock couldn't believe this insolent disrespect. I'll show him, it said as it made a direct call to his prostate and balls.

Rod felt what was coming and panicked. NOT HERE - NOT OUT HERE!!!!

Too late. As he reached to jerk out the fig, out he poured in weak, unfulfilling, little measly spurts into the cool room air.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO," he cried. He had missed his chance in bed and now again down here.

Loni, who had been wiggling all about against her clic as she drove her tongue in and out of Sissy's throat, while almost crushing her head between her hands, assumed that the cry from Rod had been one of ecstasy as she herself came. Simultaneously climaxes were so nice and special.

"Wasn't that wonderful," asked Loni once she had regained her breath.

Rod looked down at the girl's well caned with its pearly gate still plugged. Then he looked at his cock all messy with cum. You mess with me and I'll mess with you, buddy, said the cock. After all, who do you think is in charge here? Besides, it's still cold out here.

It is said that all men think with their cocks. Okay, then accept that. Olde Abe also said that a house divided against itself, cannot stand. The cock not only rules the roost, it also rules the rooster. Messing with Mother Nature will only create a mess in the end - or rather outside the end in the cool room air. Loni's prophesy that Rod would cum in his pants had proven almost to be true. A trip to the laundry however would not be necessary.

Well now; all stories can't have a happy ending, can they?

Speak for yourself, answered Loni. Those old sayings don't apply to us here hens.