Thinking ahead, he left them round her knees, sort of hobbling her to prevent too much movement. Daringly he stroked her buttocks and cooed.

"Your bottom looks a bit red and sore Beryl, all round here," he told her, gently stroking his palms over the chubby, pliable curves. "In fact the soreness goes into here as well, let me look at that."

With one hand he parted the bounteous young cheeks and stroked the inner face of her crack, flicking his hand over the darker zones of her anal crevasse and down to the slightly furry flanks of her peachy looking cunt as the child whimpered and wriggled. He held her firm. He was rock hard erect now and dearly wanted to thrust into the soft labia folds which were poking from the central slit. Derek curbed his lust and ran his finger delicately up the short entrance to her vagina as Beryl whimpered and wriggled her butt. To see a preteen cunt close up was a huge revelation to the young man and he realised he wanted to see more, but how?

"Mr King, stop it please, you mustn't do that it's naughty, please ooohhhhh!" came the shudder as his prying finger returned its journey.

"Yes I will Beryl, it's OK don't worry. I had to check you know. I am responsible for helping the school nurse and must check the slightest hint of anything that looks sore or if you're ill."

"Yes, but that's the boys Mr King, you don't look after the girls," Beryl whined as he let her stand straight but moving swiftly he hauled her knickers down.

Without question she stepped out of them as he told her to try on the shorts he gave her. She thankfully grasped the pair of the costume shorts and she hoisted them on while he brandished the torn undies and showed her the hole.

"But you let me see these holey ones and your bottom Beryl, so I had to check when I saw the red marks. They are probably just where you've been sat on the hard bus seat," he added as she fussed over her skirt. "There, they seem OK for a day," he soothed the troubled child, lifting the hem and smoothing his hand over the slightly coarse material covering her lower belly and down over the fat mound of her pudenda.

Beryl quivered but didn't protest, as his hands stroked further down over the front of her thighs, finally allowing her to tidy her clothing. He guessed the garment might cause some chafing through the day, not being the cotton of her knickers and started to think about how he may check her later., but time was against him and assembly was due. He escorted her from the backstage area while an infants class was trooping in. The teachers with them were too preoccupied with the noisy kiddies to notice him and Beryl and they parted at the other pair of doors higher along the hall.

During morning lessons, Mrs Armitage got a phone call from the village hall caretaker to say there had been a burst water pipe, which had ruined most of the floors in the kitchen, toilet and ante rooms and there was no heating. That meant rehearsals could not take place. The head swiftly made decisions and consulted the staff during the morning break, having phoned Vicar Wesley who was the music master for the whole show. He would school the chorus in church, Mr and Mrs Armitage would take the leads through their paces at their home and Derek would put the juniors through theirs at his house.

This was going to be the first time costumes were being tried and fitted, all of them hired in from a theatre company sourced by Mr Major the owner of the biggest pig farm and his wife and paid for by them. Their fifteen year old son Albert was the lead boy in the show. Another call was made to Mrs Major to advise her of the hall news and she kindly arranged to sort the costumes and deliver various ones to the places where rehearsals would take place.

On getting home late that afternoon, having received some blushing glances from Beryl on the bus, Derek bustled happily about preparing some crisps and lemonade after the children had finished rehearsing and then clearing a floor space in the large lounge where the piano stood, so he could accompany the children. He put signs on the bedroom doors, stating BOYS and GIRLS and realised he had designated the girls to the room used by lodgers. It crossed his mind about the many happy peepings he had enjoyed with the female occupants, even that fat, blousy, but highly educated and forthright old woman Miss West who was a supply teacher and needed accommodation for four weeks.

Watching her undress, initially removing ear rings, necklace and bracelets very carefully, then unfastening many buttons on the tight, green silk blouse and unveiling some formidable breast bulges of very pale flesh over what transpired to be a stout, flesh coloured corset had interested him, never having seen a mature lady in her undergarments before.

The unzipping of her black skirt and the wriggles needed to lower it over her bulky hips got him excited as next a pair of white, large, but frilly silk knickers came into view, partly lowered with the friction of the skirt lowering. He chuckled as she righted and tidied the position of the knickers, thinking why do that when she must take them off, but he was mesmerised by the sight of her suspenders and the dark brown welt of the top of her stockings. That was sexy.

The knickers were removed while Miss West had her back to him and as she stepped out of them, her flabby white buttocks wobbled and he realised he dearly wanted to see up that dark crack. The undergarment was raised to her face and he gasped when she sniffed the soft but no doubt sweaty and smelly, judging by her grimace, silk knickers. They were tossed to a clothing pile as he remembered he had noticed several of his female lodgers had done the same nasal test, indeed as he had done, but for different reasons.

Down rolled the stockings after the four suspenders on each thigh were unclipped, then the large fifty two year old woman turned and he had gasped again on seeing the size of a large, dark bush of pubic hair, while she unfastened the myriad hook and eye catches down the front of her white corset. She hooked her arms from the straps and with a huge sigh and expression of relief, she cast off what looked to be a very harsh garment to be a captive of.

Her breasts became fat, low slung, wobbling udders, topped with wide, dark brown, knobbly areolae and a truly stand out pair of nipples which pointed to the floor. Miss West's belly was rubbed vigorously as she showed her pleasure at being free from the restrictive corset and Derek noticed the red weals and folds of her skin from the wires and tightness. Her belly formed into a dumpy sac, split by a crease below her well buried navel and hung over her pudenda masking it. She slung on a robe and retreated to the bathroom.

The young school teacher had enjoyed various versions of those scenes before she left and added them to his library of black and white films captured on a large investment of a movie camera and projector.

If he could enjoy the vision of a mature, seemingly unattractive lady like her, he reckoned her could far more enjoy the youthful exposures his school children could offer, so he prepared the peep hole and made sure all furniture in the guest room was away from the wall with the hole. The camera was checked out and loaded with 35mm cine film and placed easily to hand, as Derek would be alternating between the lounge and upstairs rooms during the evening and needed to be swift.

His lucky time of six thirty arrived with the delivery of eight children by their parents, who were all happy to leave him their trusted care, with the proviso that they would pick them up at eight thirty, allowing the usual time of two hours that were normal for rehearsals, He showed them the lounge and how to get to their rooms complete with costumes and spent time on making sure the three boys, he sorted them first and five girls knew what they were wearing and to take good care of them, due to the high expense of the hire. He told them all if he wasn't in the lounge he would be possibly outside getting some firewood, or in his study on the telephone and to amuse themselves and use the abundant soft drinks, crisps and biscuits he had left in the lounge.

Derek was delighted to see Beryl of course, but also Kathleen Hislop who was eleven, Doreen Gardner aged eleven, Betty Humphries aged ten and Maureen Gill aged nine. Betty was an extremely fat youngster, whereas Betty was stick thin and he pondered over the variety of shapes and sizes he would have extremely personal and faithfully recorded views of.