The Stepford Husbands

by Agatha

Part One

Peter was in shock. He had never known or experienced such humiliation in all his young life. Peter was thirteen years old, and had up until now, led a happy and reasonably unhindered life. The death of his father and the subsequent insurance payout had allowed his mother to do something she had always wanted for her young son… to send him to the most private and exclusive school she could afford.

Had she known exactly what her young son was to experience, she might have changed her mind.

"Stand still boy until I tell you otherwise." The voice of the young female prefect echoed across the courtyard. Her voice was clipped and well modulated and had a ring of authority to it, although she was yet to turn sixteen years of age.

Peter shivered as he stood to attention, his face colouring to a profuse and deep shade of crimson. His young cheeks were burning as the pretty young prefect positioned him and three other naked boys into a square formation in the middle of the school's large courtyard. Two of the boys, each standing side by side at a distance of exactly two arms-lengths apart, were made to stand facing the two other boys at a distance of two arms lengths. A vaulting horse had been placed on the stone cobbling of the yard, the leather covered padding of its surface showing the results of constant use. The legs of the vaulting horse had been shortened many years ago, to enable young boys to be bent over it with their legs spread apart and their heads and shoulders hanging down over the other side, ready for their punishment.

A metal cabinet had been placed by the side of the vaulting horse. It stood on four sturdy rubber wheels and contained two drawers at the top with a cupboard underneath. The top of the cabinet was encased in a heavy lid which had two handles. The handles not only facilitated the lifting of the lid but also provided a convenient grip for steering and accurately manoeuvring the heavy medical cabinet; although it had seen as much use as the vaulting horse, the mirror like surface of the electroplated nickel silver, or e p n s, shone so brightly in the sunlight that Peter was unable to look directly at it.

Hilary looked at her young charges, their naked bodies thrilling her as she walked between them. Their bodies displayed not a single hair, apart from that which grew on their heads. Nonchalantly she lifted the long cane she held in her hand and turned to a slim blonde haired boy who was standing opposite Peter. She lifted the cane further so that the tip of the slim bamboo was touching the underside of his flaccid penis, raising his penis up and away from his body.

"Well, Gerald my boy, you know what Miss Trent will do with this once you have been caned, don't you? Does it not make you feel ashamed, to be made to ejaculate in front of all the girls?" She moved forward and lowering her cane, took hold of the young boy's flaccid penis. She squeezed the soft pale flesh between her slender fingers, before pushing the foreskin back until it would stretch no further.

"Keep still." Her hand moved steadily backwards and forwards until she felt the flesh harden and begin to throb. The boy's slim body shivered and shook with embarrassment and humiliation as well as with his sexual arousal as she casually stimulated him to a full but involuntary erection. Suddenly, she let go of his stiffened flesh, watching the plump column bob up and down as it stood out rigidly from his body. She cupped her hand and brought it up between his legs, closing her fingers delicately around his testicles as her palm touched his scrotum. She heard him gasp at the sensual contact as she fondled the soft orbs within the tightened scrotal sac.

It was not by accident that Hilary had been able to make the boy erect so quickly. She, like all the young prefects, had been taught thoroughly how to handle the genitalia of young boys. At the age of fifteen she was an expert, not only in the physical handling of all of the young schoolboys, but also in verbal humiliation.

She was one of twelve prefects who had all been chosen because of their aptitude and… in the experienced view of Miss Marchbank, the vital ingredient… their stunning beauty.

Miss Marchbank had long since discovered the extra control a pretty girl could exert over young boys. The school had seventy-two female pupils and only twelve boys. The boys' ages ranged from twelve to fifteen years old, whereas the girls, who also started at twelve years old, were allowed to stay on until they were eighteen. The imbalance in male to female pupils was entirely deliberate and was part of a long established tradition at the school.

Hilary was dressed in her school uniform of white shirt and tie and pleated navy blue tunic, which was worn very short. The tunic was beautifully tailored to a length well above mid-thigh, showing most of her long and lightly tanned legs. Her blonde hair was drawn back, amplifying the exquisite definition of her young features. Her face was lightly made up, which accented the beautiful cobalt blue of her eyes and the perfection of her beautifully shaped lips. She was well aware of the effect her looks had on the young boys at the school and used her beauty at every opportunity to cause them the maximum of embarrassment.

"Argggghhh." The boy gasped as she deliberately let her fingernails score over the underside of his scrotum, making him shiver and shake. She looked into his blushing face, noting the anguish in his eyes as she toyed with his body.

Abruptly she let him go and walked to stand by the caning horse. "Right all of you… Quickly now, hands on your heads and legs spread at shoulder width." She watched as the naked boys struggled to obey. Although they all obeyed promptly she moved behind the boy standing next to Gerald and casually delivered a crisp stroke of the cane to his bared bottom.

"sssssSSSSSSS". He hissed, as he struggled to maintain his position. She reached around his waist and took hold of his penis, aware that the two boys opposite could not take their eyes off her slender fingers as she casually handled his timid flesh. They watched her every move, perhaps fearing that they themselves would soon be subjected to the same treatment. To her delight she noticed that their penises did not seem quite so flaccid as she pulled the boy's foreskin back and exposed him fully to the stares of the other boys. She moved her fingers from side to side, making his captured penis slap against his hips as she forced him to a full and reluctant erection.

"I really don't understand why you boys can't control yourselves better." She chided the unfortunate boy, as she slapped his erect member with the tips of her fingers. "Now all of you stand straight and arch your backs, you already know that Miss Trent will have no hesitation in adding to your punishment."

Hilary could feel the boy shiver as she let go of his penis and placed her hand gently on his hip before slowly moving her hand over his goose-pimpled flesh and around to his buttocks. She let her fingertips slide between the deep crevice of his bottom cheeks, feeling him flinch and gasp in anguish as she explored the soft contours of his flesh. She was interested in the new boy, but had decided to observe his reactions as she demonstrated her power over the other boys. She could see that he was already shivering with anguish and embarrassment, but was delighted to see that his penis which was much larger than that of the others was already beginning to stiffen.

She felt sure that this involuntary erection was perhaps causing him the most distress. With a light slap on the boy's buttocks she moved away from him and moved to stand in front of Peter. He blushed immediately as he was confronted by close proximity of the startlingly pretty young prefect. He looked down at the floor, the humiliation almost too much for his timid nature as Hilary stood in front of him and raised his chin with her slender fingers so that he could not avoid looking into her eyes.

"Well, what have we here? A new boy… Peter isn't it? Well Peter welcome to Rochville! So tell me young man… what have you managed to have done in such a short time to deserve punishment mmmm?

The young boy started to stammer and shake as she held his head up so that she could look into his eyes. "Well, I am waiting for an answer."

"I d'don't know miss. The nurse told me to go out and join the others… I mean these boys here!"

"Well I can tell you, young man, that unless you learn to obey the rules, you will be attending quite a few of these little punishment sessions."

Although she was dying to handle the pale plump flesh of his penis and testicles, she resisted the temptation; instead she moved to stand in front of the fourth boy. She looked down at his penis in a leisurely fashion, watching his eyes follow hers, before she nonchalantly took his penis delicately between her finger and thumb. She was not surprised to feel the turgid flesh pulse with the sudden intimate contact. She did not move her fingers; instead she held the flesh lightly as she looked into his eyes. Her pretty face was only inches from his as she spoke to him.

"It seems Ian, that you have lost control of yourself already. Why is your penis stiff, come along, I want an explanation?"

The boy blushed profusely, his cheeks turning bright red as he stammered a reply. "I am sorry miss, I d'don't know why."

Hilary smiled at his discomfort, feeling his penis stiffen between her fingers as she moved forward slightly so that the material of her short pleated tunic could rub across the very tip of his erect member.

She felt him shudder as she swayed her hips gently. She closed her fingers over his flesh and grasped his penis firmly so that he could not escape the acute sensation. Once more she let the material brush against the sensitive opening of his erect penis, this time he shuddered uncontrollably, trying to force his hips back to escape her torment. To his dismay she held him firmly and looked into his eyes. "Stand still young man, I won't have disobedience."

Once again she swayed her hips, making him shiver and gasp in anguish at the acute, almost torturous, stimulation to the very tip of his penis. At last she let go of him and stood back, smiling with satisfaction as she observed his erect penis was now bobbing up and down as it pulsed with sexual arousal.

She returned to her original position by the vaulting horse and apprised the pale bodies of the four naked young boys. Three of the boys she had handled were displaying erect and throbbing penises, which stood outwards and upwards from their bodies. She noted that the new boy's penis was already larger than the others and, although not fully erect, was engorged and hanging down heavily between his legs. She also noted that his eyes were glistening with the trauma of his embarrassment.

Hilary was aware that his earlier experiences of the hurried induction that morning would have been a severe cultural shock to him. She examined his body leisurely, noting his beautiful slender physique and his extreme good looks. She knew that he would, over the next two years, probably be the centre of attention for her and her fellow prefects as well as for most of the all female teaching staff employed at Rochville. His physique and handsome face was unusually perfect, even for the high physical standards that Miss Marchbank insisted upon before admitting any boy to the school.

Peter felt a tear run down his cheek. His embarrassment was such that he could hardly see. His ears were ringing with shame as he contemplated his fate.

It had been very early that morning that his mother had delivered him to the school. They had both been greeted by the headmistress, the surprisingly young and quite beautiful Miss Marchbank. Peter had already attended the school three weeks ago for one day, so that he could sit an entrance exam and undergo a school medical.

The medical exam had embarrassed him so much that he had been very guarded in his answers when his mother had asked him how well he thought the exam had gone. The beautiful young female doctor that had conducted his intimate and thorough examination had unnerved him to such an extent that he had spent the rest of the day with a blushing red face.

His mother had been somewhat relieved when at last a letter came to inform her that Peter had been accepted into the Rochville Preparatory Boarding School and Academy. It was a further relief to her when she read that Peter would be allowed to start straight away, even though the new term had already started. She had made Peter dress smartly in his existing school uniform and had driven him, and his suitcase packed with the school's list of requirements, to Rochville. She felt a huge sense of relief that her plans for her son Peter had gone so smoothly.

It had been a rather wishful impulse that had made her apply to Rochville. Mary Hart had never had the money to raise herself to the standards of which she aspired. Although she had enjoyed a comfortable life style; her late husband earning a substantial salary in middle management, she had always wistfully observed the lives of the quietly wealthy Boston society. She would constantly read, in the rather reserved magazines that catered to the wealthy Bostonians, of the balls and galas that that society enjoyed.

It had been in one of these magazines that she had read of the marriage of the daughter of a well-known and extremely wealthy family. What had taken her eye amongst the glittering description of the wedding was the fact that both the bride and groom had attended the Rochville Academy.

On impulse she had applied to Rochville, not even knowing the fees that the Academy required for their tutelage. Fortunately for her, she had enclosed a photograph of Peter along with her letter. It was a complete surprise to her that she had been invited to bring the boy for an initial interview and an even greater surprise when she had learned that the fees were entirely within her means.

Mrs. Hart had been so delighted when her son's acceptance letter came, that she had had no thoughts that perhaps the fees were rather low for such an auspicious foundation.

The speed at which Miss Marchbank had investigated every aspect of the lives of Mary Hart and her son Peter would have surprised even the most astute detective agency. Within three days she knew every detail of the family income, their medical history including that of the late husband and father and she had even obtained a complete psychological profile of Peter Hart. Miss Marchbank had been delighted with the results of her research and had decided that Peter would indeed be a most suitable boy for her purposes. The boy's school medical had confirmed her opinion that the boy was quite unusually good looking and that his character was one that would be suitable for shaping to her needs.

She had tailored her fees exactly to that of Mrs. Hart's income so that there would be no hardship incurred in paying them. She had also decided that if Mrs. Hart decided to marry, she would offer an Academy scholarship so that the new husband would see the benefit in keeping the boy at Rochville.

Mrs Todd, although concerned that her son Peter would be happy at his new school, was already anxious to start her new life as a single mother. She fully intended to marry again and although she loved her son dearly, she realised that she would have complete freedom to socialise while he was away at boarding school.

On arrival they had been given tea in the beautiful sitting room of the Headmistress. Miss Marchbank had talked with Peter's mother for over an hour about the benefits of the school and the certainty that Peter would easily achieve the required grades. Peter had sat on one of the beautifully upholstered armchairs, aware that soon he would be left alone in a completely new environment. After a while Miss Marchbank stood up and brought the meeting to a close. It was with further assurances by Miss Marchbank, that 'Peter will love here it here at Rochville', that Peter's mother had announced that she would be more than delighted to leave the boy in the excellent care of the school. She had kissed him goodbye, noting the tear in his eye as she turned to leave.

It had only been a few moments after his mother had departed, that the extremely young and capable school matron had arrived and taken him to the medical centre where his abrupt and complete humiliation and embarrassment had commenced. The Matron was slim and attractive and had made him blush as she took hold of his hand and led him through the maze of corridors to the examination rooms.

The Medical centre was large and well equipped and Peter had stood in awe of the array of equipment as well as the two pretty school nurses who had been preparing the examination table. He had stood quietly looking down at his feet when suddenly the Matron had turned to him and casually told him to strip until he was naked. He had flushed a deep shade of red as he fumbled with his clothing, divesting himself of his blazer, shirt and socks and shoes. He had hesitated as he got down to his underpants, only to have one of the nurses kneel in front of him and casually hook her slender fingers delicately into the waistband of his shorts and pull them down to his ankles.

It had been one humiliation after another as they laid him face upwards upon the table and without preamble raised his legs so that his knees were almost pressed against his chest. Deftly and swiftly the nurses had prised his bottom cheeks apart. Matron had casually slipped a lubricated finger up through his sphincter and into his anus, nonchalantly she let first one finger, and then, with a quick thrust another roam about inside him. He had gasped and cried out in alarm as the enema nozzle had been gently but firmly inserted inside his bottom, only to gasp with embarrassment as one of the pretty nurses had casually taken hold of his penis and then cupped her other hand around his testicles, before lifting his captured genitalia upwards from between his legs.

His face had been one long flush of shame as they had made him expel into a bowl, before diligently repeating the procedure three times. He had shivered in embarrassment as they lifted his legs and begun to shave his genitals. Their hands were everywhere as they parted his buttocks and moved his penis and testicles this way and that until he was completely denuded of hair, not only between his legs and buttocks and around his pubis, but also underneath his arms.

The deft and well practised humiliation had continued… he had shivered uncontrollably as they had made him stand in a large metal bath while they washed him. The matron as well as the two nurses had bathed him intimately and thoroughly; Matron's delicate fingers had penetrated his anus and retracted his foreskin, allowing one of the nurses to slide her fingers over the exposed rim of his penis. He had felt utterly ashamed and belittled as they left him with his penis fully erect while they fetched towels to dry him. The final humiliation had come as he was made to stand with his legs stretched wide apart and his hands on his head as Matron casually examined him from head to toe.

Peter had stood as instructed, his mind in a haze of utter embarrassment. The nurse and the Matron had ignored him as they tidied the examination room. He had been left to stand there for perhaps ten minutes when to his horror, the door had opened and a young girl had entered. She had shown no surprise at his naked body or his erect penis so lewdly on display, as he stood with his back arched and his feet astride with his hands clasped firmly to his head.

Instead she had carefully looked him up and down before handing matron the note she was carrying. She could have been no more than twelve or thirteen years of age - and yet none of the nursing staff showed any surprise as she stood in front of the naked and trembling youth, blatantly examining his erect penis and plump testicles. Her deep blue eyes almost mesmerised Peter as he stood rooted to the spot in horror at the indignity of the situation. The girl seemed unconcerned at his embarrassment; instead she tossed her beautifully groomed ash blonde hair to the side and continued with her leisurely inspection of his naked form.

The matron had not hurried the young girl as she read the note. Instead she addressed her in a kindly fashion. "Well done Geraldine, take him through to the duty prefect and he can go and see Miss Trent with the others."

Peter had been instructed to follow the young girl; he had stumbled rather than walked behind her as she led him towards the door. He had instinctively clasped his hands to his groin, holding his penis against his tummy to hide his shameful erection. Once in the corridor she had turned and looked at him, her face mischievous and impudent although her voice and words had a certain naivety to them.

"I hope you can learn to control your penis better than some of the other boys. You really have a big one, and it will make it very noticeable if it gets hard like it is now. I should warn you that boys get caned on their bottoms if they are caught touching their penises."

Peter had blushed, his face colouring immediately to a deep dark purple as the young girl looked at him, without a hint of embarrassment. He had never in his young life known such abject and deep humiliation as she causally looked at his freshly shaven groin.

"I am telling you this as a friend… don't cover your penis, walk with your hands at your sides if you want to avoid the cane. I will walk slowly and perhaps it will go down a bit before we get to the courtyard."

She had talked about his penis in such a forthright way, and yet had such an innocent expression on her face, that he was utterly shocked. He had blushed and trembled as the young girl turned away and walked in front of him, he let his hands fall to his sides, hoping that she would not turn around again and look at him.

Although his erection had begun to subside it was still plump and turgid as they exited the corridor and turned into a wide doorway where three other boys were standing; their naked bodies were shivering as they cowered against the tiled walls of the small annexe. They were looking apprehensively at the young prefect standing in front of them. She held a long rattan cane in her hand and looked demure and perfectly at ease as she casually examined the nakedness of the young boys she had in her charge. Her neatly arranged uniform and well groomed appearance contrasted starkly with the trembling trio of bare young bodies.

She turned to Peter and looked at him. Her eyes, travelled the length of his body, noting every detail of his nakedness before she gestured for him to stand alongside the other boys. It was all who he could do, not to clasp his hands against his groin to hide his shame.

"Thank you Geraldene, he wasn't any trouble was he?" The young girl had shaken her head as Peter moved to stand by the side of the other boys. His face was burning so much that he felt near to fainting. The young prefect took time to examine the new boy from head to toe. Peter stood trembling, his body suffused in goose bumps as she leisurely appraised him, her beautiful eyes examining every detail of his genitals before she beckoned the four boys to follow her outside and into the courtyard.

2

Now, as Peter waited with the other boys, his face burned with humiliation as he stood naked with his the palms of his hands pressed to the top of his head. He did not dare to look at the other boys or the pretty prefect, who was half sitting upon the vaulting horse; instead he stared at the sky, engulfed in total confusion and utter shame. From somewhere inside the impressive stone buildings that surrounded the courtyard, Peter heard a bell sound and soon afterwards he heard the sound of schoolchildren entering the courtyard. He closed his eyes in shame as their excited chatter became louder. Eventually he opened his eyes to see that the courtyard had filled with young girls, most of them heading towards himself and the other boys. It did not take many minutes before the four naked boys were completely surrounded by giggling school girls.

Peter felt his face begin to burn as his cheeks flushed to a deep and vivid red. He could see that the boys were as equally embarrassed as young girls formed a square formation around them. The younger and smaller girls stood nearest to the boys, while the taller and older girls stood behind them. By the time they had all settled into their places they were several rows deep. Peter could not help looking at them, noticing immediately that they all seemed to be extremely attractive and far better groomed than any group of schoolgirls he had ever seen.

Had he been able to form coherent thought, he might have pondered as to why every girl in the school seemed to be unusually pretty. There were none that were overweight, or had spots, or who seemed to have any imperfections at all. They all wore the same immaculately tailored uniforms, their skirts worn extremely short to show most of their bare legs, their tailored shirts, crisp and white. All of the girls wore delicate rope sandals upon their feet, the ties criss- crossing their calves before being tied just below the knee.

Had he known the true purpose of the admission of young boys to Rochville and the raison d'etre of the school, he might have understood how this strange phenomenon had come about and perhaps ultimately his intended fate.

The youngest girls were obviously amused and intrigued at the sight of the four naked boys, although certainly not surprised. Peter watched in horror as the girls hid their mouths with their hands as they made remarks about the physical attributes of the boys to each other.

There seemed to be no embarrassment amongst them as they pointed and commented on the appearance and the erect state of the trembling and utterly humiliated boys. Peter flinched as he saw one of the girls reach out and stroke her hands lightly over the cheeks of one of the boy's naked bottom. The boy immediately groaned in dismay as several of girls standing nearest to him followed suit, their hands, impudently feeling between his buttocks.

Peter was soon groaning too, not daring to turn around as he suddenly felt a hand touch his own bottom. Almost immediately, there was another and another and he felt the cheeks of his bottom being spread apart and a small hand dip in-between the parted flesh. He gasped and groaned as others joined in, their hands stoking over his buttocks and his hips and thighs. He looked across at the young prefect in despair, only to see her smile at the girls standing behind him as they continued their intimate exploration of his body.

"Oooh" he gasped reluctantly as he felt the slender hand of a small girl slip impudently in-between his legs and her gentle fingers delicately and deliberately cup his testicles. He could not help shivering as his scrotum was lifted and the soft orbs of flesh inside, sensuously fondled by her delicate fingertips. The voice of the unseen girl whispered to him.

"I bet this makes you stiffen up a bit"

The sensual probing and stroking of his body had the inevitable result. He groaned in horror as he felt his penis begin to erect, the timid pale flesh not just stiffening, but to his utter dismay, pulsing and throbbing as it rose in a series of undulations, to an angle of ninety degrees from his body. He shivered and his face burned from the rush of blood to his head as his embarrassment manifested itself once more.

Suddenly he was aware of a murmur amongst the crowd of girls; he felt their hands being abruptly snatched away from his trembling body. To his right, Peter saw the reason for abrupt withdrawal of the girl's hands from his body; a tall and extremely pretty young woman approached the prefect. Hilary, who was still perched upon the surface of the vaulting horse, rose to greet the young teacher.

Miss Trent held a long rattan cane in her hand. The dark mottled surface of the bamboo contrasted sharply with her long slender fingers and neatly painted coral fingernails.

She did not waste time or words; instead she crooked her finger at Gerald, beckoning him towards the vaulting horse. As the trembling youth approached his impending chastisement, a shudder ran through his body. Miss Trent smiled knowingly, her bright red lips parting to reveal even white teeth. Her severely cut jet black hair shone in the sunlight as she moved to stand beside the vaulting horse. Her white silk blouse did little to conceal the fullness of her breasts, or her short skirt, the shapeliness of her long bare legs.

Two girls emerged from the excited crowd and made their way to stand behind the vaulting horse. They appeared to be about fourteen years of age. In spite of their youth they seemed confident and practised as they took hold of the naked boy and dragged him face down over the vaulting horse. They held his arms outwards and stretched them onto the surface of the horse, effectively pinioning him to the faded leather. Peter watched in horror as the young prefect moved behind the prostrated miscreant, leaning forward, she slapped the insides of his thighs until his legs were spread apart and his hips were pressed down against the surface. With a studied casualness she reached between his legs and lifted his testicles, while she pulled his penis out from beneath him, so that it was pointing downwards between his widely parted thighs.

Miss Trent could not hide her smile as Hilary handled the boy's most intimate parts so casually. She watched the young prefect as she straightened up and moved around to the other side of the vaulting horse before taking the boys head gently in her hands.

It was with an almost tender and intimate movement as she stroked her delicate fingers over the boy's burning cheeks and through his hair. "Well Gerald, you will try and keep nice and still for Miss Trent, while she canes that naughty little bare bottom of yours. Promise me you will be good, otherwise I will have one of the girls sit under the horse and hold your testicles tightly, just like I had to do to Jeremy last week!"

Hilary felt the wetness of Gerald's tears on her hands as the boy began to sob. She looked up at Miss Trent who had raised the cane. The young teacher looked beautiful as she stretched her arm high above her head, her young breasts pressing tightly against the material of her white silk blouse.

"Four strokes for you my boy. Six if I have any nonsense." With those words the cane descended, cutting into the boy's bottom cheeks with a loud "Whack."

Hilary held his head firmly as he tried to rear up, watching with delight as the boy tried to wriggle his bared buttocks away from the path of the cane. His writhing did him no good as the cane descended again, the second stroke allowing him no time to recover from the first.

This was the preferred method of caning at Rochville, the strokes of the cane coming down hard and fast, one after the other, in a hurried series of loud "whacks". The rattan would bite into the tender cheeks of the miscreant's bottom at such a pace that sometimes the boy would hardly have had time to draw breath.

"Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack." Hilary watched avidly as the strokes were delivered; she was almost delirious with sexual excitement as the cane bit into the boy's flesh for the fourth and last time. She held his cheeks as he reared up his head in anguish. His screams rang in her ears as she stroked his cheeks; her voice was soft and low as she whispered to him. "Poor Gerald, never mind, it is all over now." She watched as the two young monitors, their faces flushed with excitement, held him captive for a count of thirty before they let go of his arms.

Hilary had witnessed this scene many times before as the boy fell to the floor, lying on his back, he writhed in agony, his buttocks rubbing against the smooth cobbles of the courtyard as he tried to assuage the pain.

The girls all watched as his penis, still plump and swollen, flapped about wildly. His pain was such that for a short time he seemed unaware of the immodesty of his violent gyrations.

Miss Trent looked down at him, her expression certainly betraying nothing of the acute excitement she felt each time she caned a naked boy. She waited until his writhing ceased, watching as he grasped his hands over his genitals and struggled to his feet. His embarrassment and humiliation suddenly became the greater contender for his acute discomfort, taking precedence over the searing pain in his bottom.

Miss Trent spoke to him, her voice articulate and crisp as she admonished the distraught young boy. "I think Gerald you would be well advised to take your hands away from your genitalia. You know I will not tolerate you young boys playing with yourselves."

Gerald's face managed to turn an even deeper shade of red as he faced Miss Trent. Slowly and with a shiver of shame, he uncovered himself. He could not help but glance at the row of young girls to see if they were watching him. The gesture, although involuntary, was futile and confirmed his worse fears. All of the girls were watching his every move. To his utter dismay, two of the youngest girls, who were from his own class, exchanged conspiratorial glances and then sniggered as his face took on an even deeper shade of red.

The canings continued quickly, with the second boy receiving four strokes of the cane before performing similar gyrations upon the cool cobbled surface of the courtyard. Such was the anguish of the third boy, who having witnessed the chastisement of the other two, was so distressed that he had to be fetched by the two young monitors to face the vaulting horse.

His bare body shivered and trembled as he was summarily bent over the leather horse and held in position. Two more girls emerged from the crowd at the beckoning of Miss Trent. They each knelt down at either side of the vaulting horse and without needing instruction took each of the ankles of the young boy, stretching his legs apart until his hips were flat against the horse. They held them firmly as they looked up at Miss Trent.

"Six of the best for you Henry." Miss Trent leaned forward as she spoke and deftly slipped her hand downwards between his buttocks, parting the quivering flesh as she reached underneath him and grasped his penis, pulling it from under his tummy until it hung down between his legs. She stepped back and raised the cane, pausing for a moment as Hilary moved forward from her position behind the horse, her thighs touching the top of the boy's head, as she placed both hands flat against the shivering bare flesh of his shoulders.

The young boy was now completely pinioned to the horse as the first of six strokes was vigorously applied to his quivering bottom.

"Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack." Such was the rapidity of the caning that it lasted no longer than the duration of the boy's first indrawn breath. As the last stroke fell his body seemed to flex into a rigid posture. Peter watched in horror as the boy turned his head to the side and screamed; the long tormented cry sending shivers through Peter's body. He had never witnessed anything like this in his young life and he began to shiver uncontrollably as the cries of anguish rang in his ears. Even though the girls were holding the young boy firmly, Peter could see that his body was convulsing in pain. After a count of thirty, the girls released him and the boy slid to the ground, writhing in complete abandon upon the floor. His penis flapped wildly against the flesh of his hips and tummy as he rubbed his buttocks vigorously against the smooth cobble.

The young schoolgirls looked down at the boy's involuntary gyrations. The expressions on their innocent faces showed little concern for his anguish, instead their eyes followed the abandoned movement of his naked body, their wide eyes scanning his naked body, watching his penis and testicles which were wriggling freely and flapping against his legs as he tried to rid himself of the intense pain in his buttocks.

Peter noticed that the young prefect had been joined by two other girls of a similar age. They, like Hilary, were pretty to the extreme. One of the girls had beautiful ash blonde hair; her beautifully shaped face was lightly made up with a pale pink lipstick delineating the exquisite shape of her lips. The second girl had a beautiful olive skin. Her luxurious jet black hair was tied back neatly and shone with an almost blue tint under the rays of sunshine that played upon the courtyard. The thin wire framed glasses she wore, could not disguise the beauty of her almond shaped eyes. Her lips, which were painted bright red, were stretched wide in a smile as she looked at Hilary for a brief moment. She raised her eyebrows before turning her head back towards the violent movements of the naked boy as he lay upon the shiny cobblestones of the courtyard. All three girls were tall and their deliberately short pleated skirts showed their shapely thighs off to perfection.

Peter watched the three prefects as they took rubber gloves from the under the lid of the cabinet. Their slender fingers were pointed upwards and extended rigidly as they smoothed the thin rubber over their hands, each snapping the rubber against their wrists as they completed the task. Hilary produced a large tube of lubricant which each girl used in turn to lubricate the fingers of their rubber gloves.

It was several moments before Miss Trent spoke to Henry who was still rubbing his bottom against the floor. "Come along Henry, I think you have made enough of a spectacle of yourself." Peter watched, as finally the boy got up and stood trembling in front of the pretty young teacher. His face was bright red and he was gasping for breath. Peter noticed that the boy did not attempt to cover his genitals, but rather stood shamefaced with his hands by his sides.

While the pretty young girls in the crowd chatted excitedly, Peter watched as all three boys were bent over the vaulting horse. Their bodies were placed side by side with their arms stretched forward and their hips touching each other. After positioning them appropriately, the three prefects moved behind each of the boys and almost casually parted their buttocks. There were gasps of humiliation and discomfort as the girls looked at each other before bending forward as each of them deftly penetrated the anus of the boy in front of them, with the extended forefinger of their left hands.

On an instruction from Miss Trent the boys were made to stand, each of them gasping with acute sensation as the muscles of their sphincters tightened against the slender forefingers which had impaled their bottoms.

They waddled slowly, the young prefects holding the boys around their waists, their palms flat against the boys' tummies as they kept their fingers buried deep inside each of the trembling boy's bottoms. The girls had to stoop slightly to make absolutely sure that their fingers were penetrating fully; their hands were completely engulfed by the soft flesh of the boys' bottom cheeks. In silence, but with a rather satisfied expression on their faces, they prefects moved them forward until all three boys were standing at an arms length apart. All of the boys were now standing in isolation and to their utter embarrassment and humiliation… facing the crowd of schoolgirls who were waiting eagerly to see their embarrassing fate.

"Hands upon your heads, eyes open and face the girls. You have each been caned for playing with your penises, so now everyone will have the opportunity to see how silly little boys look while their penises are being played with."

At these words, Peter tried to turn his head to look at the three boys, but found it difficult to turn far enough now that the boys had been moved to the side. He had began to feel slightly more composed when he realised that perhaps, after all, he was not to be caned. He turned back quickly as he saw that Miss Trent had noticed his movements.

"Peter come here and stand with the girls, I want you to see this. You have already witnessed what happens to naughty boys when I have to cane them. Now you can stand and watch with the girls, how silly little boys are humiliated in front of all the girls."

Peter turned towards Miss Trent and the crowd of girls who had gathered even closer to the three boys. He felt his cheeks begin to burn as the blood rushed to his face. He almost stumbled as he moved towards Miss Trent. He shivered as she gently placed both her hands on each side of his waist. Her fingers were cool and soothing against his fevered body. She manoeuvred him until he was standing between the younger girls, facing the three other boys; he blushed as he realised the proximity of his naked body to the younger girls and shivered in horror at the interested looks of the older pupils as he was made to stand in front of them. He knew that they would be able to see his bottom without any hindrance.

"You can take your hands from your head, but on no account are you to touch your genitals… do you understand me?"

Peter barely managed to mumble a reply as Miss Trent turned her attention back to the boys standing in front of her. He took his hands from his head, and reluctantly let them fall to his sides. Peter looked in front of him to see that the prefects were standing with their bodies pressed against the rear of each young boy. Peter noticed that all the boys' penises had begun to erect and that each of their members was now fat and plump. To the utter embarrassment of the young boys, the prefects began to gently stimulate the prostate gland of each boy. The effect was startling as the boys stood on tiptoe, trying to escape the acute sensation of the girls' fingers. Peter had no idea what the prefects were doing to the boys although he could see the vigorous movements of their arms. He watched as almost simultaneously, the boys flung back their heads and opened their mouths in gasps of anguish.

Miss Trent moved in front of the first boy and reached out, quickly grasping the young boy's penis and testicles. She deftly slid his foreskin back to reveal the head of his penis. The boy cried out as she pumped her hand up and down several times, quickly bringing him to a full and throbbing erection.

She repeated the ritual with the other two boys until all three of them stood shamefaced and anguished, with their penises standing outwards and upwards, the rigid flesh pulsing visibly.

Miss Trent moved to the side so that all the young girls would have and unobstructed view of the naked boys. The girls were already chattering excitedly as the prefects slid their hands down from the tummy area of each boy and encircled their delicate rubber covered fingers over the shaft of each of the boys' penises.

The crowd of girls moved forward at the sight of the prefects touching the boys' penises and Peter felt one of the girls at his side, take his hand in hers… a moment later another girl took hold of his other hand. He turned towards each of the girls in turn, but both of them were already facing forward, watching the spectacle in front of them. To his horror he felt the hands of the girls behind him touch his bottom. To his dismay her hands became bolder, stroking over his bottom cheeks and around his hips. He was aware that most of his body was now hidden from the young teacher and that she could not see what was happening to him.

He shuddered as the girl in front of him placed her hands behind her back and deliberately stepped backwards. She leaned her body against his as her hands quickly located his penis and testicles. Without turning her head she cupped his testicles and took a firm hold of the shaft of his penis. Peter gasped in embarrassment and tried to pull his hands away from the girls at his sides. To his dismay both of the girls held his hands firmly and would not let him go. Instead, the girl to his right pulled on his arm and whispered in his ear. "You had better not say anything or Sammy will tell Miss Trent you were playing with your willy to make it hard. Now don't be a silly boy… let her do what she wants to you and just face forward and watch the show."

Peter did not know what to do as he stood amidst the young girls. He winced as the girl in front of him slid the foreskin of his penis backwards. Behind him another girl suddenly parted the cheeks of his bottom and slipped her slender hand between the soft mounds of flesh. He shivered as even more of the girls seemed to join in and start exploring his body.

In front of him the three boys were faring no better. Each of the young boys was gasping for breath as the prefects stretched their foreskins back tightly against the shaft of their penises. Gerald, who was the tallest of the three boys, looked aghast as the pretty dark haired prefect who was holding him, suddenly thrust her finger deeper into his bottom. Her voice was almost mocking as she admonished him. "Keep still you naughty child, you are here to be punished. Naughty boys who play with their own penises have to be taught a lesson. Now face the girls and take your punishment without fuss."

Simultaneously, all of the prefects began to milk the young boys. The boys' faces suddenly contorted into a grimace, each boy standing on tiptoe with his hips thrust forward, as the slender fingers of the prefects penetrated deeply within their bottoms. The girls' hands seemed to have a sensual motion to them as they expertly stimulated the straining rigid flesh of their victims. The lubricated gloves that covered their hands glistened under the strong sunlight. The crowd of junior girls murmured in excitement as they watched each of the prefects occasionally thrust their hands deeper between the quivering buttocks of the young boys.

Peter could not stop his body from shuddering in embarrassment. He felt his penis begin to erect, the flesh pulsing within the firm grip of the young girl in front of him. The combination of the sight of the young boys being milked so thoroughly and expertly, and the touch of the slender hands and fingers of the junior girls upon his bottom and genitals, caused his penis to extend to a full and violent erection. He felt the blood rush to his head as he was visually and physically aroused to a fever pitch.

Miss Trent looked on at the scene before her. The expertise of the young prefects never ceased to amaze her. Their well groomed hair and lightly made up faces was complimented by the smartness of their crisply pressed white shirts and school ties. Their entire appearance and demeanour contrasted starkly against the pale naked bodies and the blushing faces of the three young boys.

Miss Trent smiled to herself as she noted the first telltale signs of the boys' impending ejaculation. Their embarrassment was almost palpable as they each stood on their very tiptoes, their heads were thrown back and each of them opened mouthed and gasping for air, as coolly and expertly they were stimulated to an impending orgasm.

It was Gerald who erupted first, his whole body tensing into a paroxysm of overwhelming sensation. His mouth sagged wide open and his breathing became suspended as he ejaculated forcefully. His semen spurted from his penis in a seemingly endless stream as suddenly the second and third boy also began to ejaculate. Their bright red faces looked as if they were in a fit of agony as the young prefects pressed their fingers deep into their bottoms and expertly milked them of every last drop of semen.

Peter could not believe his eyes; he had never experienced such an event. He shuddered with emotion as he forced himself to look on as the boys involuntarily ejaculated in front of the crowd of young schoolgirls. His only respite was that the girls had suddenly let go of him as the boys had began to orgasm.

The schoolgirls watched with delight as each boy was milked thoroughly until he was dry of semen. They pointed and sniggered as, one by one, the boys were made to bend over and touch their toes as the prefects withdrew their fingers from their bottoms.

The prefects stood back from the boys as they were told to stand up straight. One of them patted the boy she had been milking upon his bottom cheeks. Miss Trent moved forward and stood in front of each boy in turn; placing her hands against his cheeks and turning his head forward so that he was looking straight at the crowd of schoolgirls. When each boy had been positioned she turned and addressed the watching girls.

"These boys have been punished for playing with their penises." She turned her head and looked at the three naked youngsters before turning back to the girls, who were all listening attentively. All of the boys had tears in their eyes as they shamefacedly faced the girls. Miss Trent continued, smiling as she looked at the eager faces of the young schoolgirls.

"They are dirty little boys and have been caned and milked in front of all of you. I am convinced that there is far too much of this behaviour going on. You are all well aware that it is against school rules for boys to touch their penises and so I want you to be more vigilant in reporting any breaches of the school rules. The boys' assessments are designed to take care of their erections and obviously these boys have failed to report that their assessment needed to be increased. I am therefore increasing the assessment of each boy by two." She turned to the young boys, who looked even more embarrassed as she addressed them. "You will all report back to your class with your assessment cards and ask your form teacher to add a further two."

She watched as the boys walked in a line towards the stone buildings and then turned back to the crowd of girls. Her eyes focussed on Peter, who was trembling with shock at what he had just seen. The girls had not molested him any further, although the two girls at his sides were still holding his hands.

"Thank you young ladies for your attention during this punishment session. Now Peter, I have had you witness this punishment session so that you will be aware of what is in store for you, should you break the school rules. You may now return to the medical centre." She looked at the girl who was standing in front of Peter and spoke kindly to her. "Samantha, would you be kind enough to take our new boy back to the sanatorium for me?"

Peter blushed, his face turning bright crimson as the girls moved away from him and he was left standing in the open, with his penis fully erect in front of Miss Trent and the young girl who had so impudently held his genitals during the punishment session.

Miss Trent looked down at his shaven groin and then raised her head to look him in the eyes. Rather than admonish him for his erection, she spoke to him kindly. "I am aware that this has been a traumatic introduction to Rochville for you Peter. You are going to be assessed by the doctor and her assessment should stop you having embarrassing erections such as this." Peter could not help looking as she reached out and casually wrapped her slender fingers around the shaft of his penis. He fought the desire to pull away from her and run and hide is embarrassment as she squeezed the rigid flesh.

"You have not been acquainted with the school rules as yet, but when you are, you will find out that it is not permissible for any boy to have an erection. If you find that you are becoming erect at anytime you must report it to a prefect." Peter had never felt as embarrassed; he blushed again as the pretty young teacher held his penis while she talked to him. He could smell her alluring perfume and her beautiful face was so close to his that he was completely mesmerised by her. He felt his face burning with embarrassment as her fingers gently toyed with the shaft of his penis. "Off you go young man, Samantha will show you the way."

Peter shamefully turned to follow the young girl as Miss Trent let go of him, her slender hand smacking him lightly on the bottom. He stumbled rather than walked, acutely aware of his erect penis bobbing up and down as he followed Samantha. The girls were standing around in groups, their eyes following his embarrassing progress across the cobbled courtyard. He did not dare to look left or right as he followed the young girl towards the medical centre.

Constance Marchbank moved away from the mullioned window of her luxurious office where, with some amusement, she had been observing the proceedings that had been enacted in the courtyard below. She returned to one of the two leather easy chairs and sat down. Her every movement was a testimony to her grace and breeding. Even if Constance had not been so beautifully dressed in the finest of Chanel Haut couture, few people would have failed to have recognised her elegance or her delicate beauty.

She looked across at the young girl who was seated in the other of the two leather chairs. The girl was dressed in the school uniform that only senior prefects were privileged to wear. Jessica had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday. The occasion had been more than just a celebration of age, although no one other than Constance Marchbank had been privy to the exact import of Jessica's birthday. According to the terms of her late father's will and testament, Jessica had become the heir to her share of her family's fortunes. Although one hundred and eighty five million pounds sterling in liquid cash… as well as a similar amount in stocks and bonds might have seemed an imposing fortune to some, Constance Marchbank had not even raised her eyebrows. To those who understood the history of the Rochville Academy, especially the financial history, the legacy Jessica had inherited would have been commensurate with that of many of the present and former pupils of Rochville.

"So Jessica… you have decided that Gerald will not be the one. Not to worry, you have plenty of time and I am sure that you will not be short of entertainment when you take over your house as a tutor. As you are the most senior of all of our girls who has expressed an interest in acquiring a boy, you will be able to choose as and when you are ready."

Jessica smiled, stretching her long legs out, she turned towards Constance and spoke. Her voice had a soft fruitiness to it as she tilted her head to one side and looked directly at the young headmistress. "I can honestly say that I cannot wait to apply my skills to our current batch of young boys. But, as you say, choosing one is not a prior concern… after all every year I wait the younger they will be." Jessica grinned impishly as she moved her body sensuously in the comfort of the leather chair.

Constance could not help but smile as she picked up the slender glass of champagne from the ornate table at her side. "Well Jessica, you are right of course, but remember that honing the skills of your young suitor can be very fulfilling. It is a wonderful thing to have a boy so well bonded to you that his only thoughts are to please you. Of course his punishments and discipline are a most pleasant hors d'eourve and with your choice of staff only the best of performances will be extracted from him."

Jessica squirmed in her chair as she thought of the wonderful afternoons she had spent watching the young tutors and their staff putting boys through their paces.