Chapter Three: Janine tells of her humiliation and punishment.
It was several weeks later that another pupil, called Janine, joined their dormitory. She showed an interest in Polly and Rita. She was a tall, slim, dark girl with long spindly legs in black stockings. As they became more friendly, their confidence in each other grew and they were soon exchanging thoughts on sex.
Polly and Rita kept their assignations with Miss Armitage a secret from Janine. When told that neither Rita nor Polly had actually examined a penis at close quarters, let alone handle one, Janine suggested that they should meet her brother. He would be only too willing for them to examine his penis for themselves.
'I meet him most Saturday afternoons in the old stable behind the swimming baths. He won't mind' she assured them. 'He's as horny as hell! And proud of his equipment.'
'Have you seen his cock, then, at close quarters?' Rita asked agog at the thought of such a forbidden sight.
'Sure!' she bragged, 'plenty of times. And felt it inside.' Rita gasped, partly in the idea of feeling a penis inside, and partly from embarrassment.
'Have you ... you know ... done it?'
Janine chuckled. 'Sure! Haven't you?'
'Certainly not!'
'Will you come with me?'
The young ladies were uncertain, looking at each other to seek some assurance and confidence.
'I'll go if you go, Polly.'
'Right! You're on.'
'First, shall I tell you about him, and how we came to share sex?
'Yes, yes!'
So, Janine told the two friends her experience of lust and flogging.
Janine's father was well built, always wore dark suits with a white shirt, collar and tie. He reminded Janine of the strict Mr Murdstone, David Copperfield's father they had read about in English class. Her slightest misdemeanour would result in her being heavily slippered or caned. The same applied to her mother! Both were bullied and humiliated by her stern father.
It had been with disbelief that Janine first heard her mother's cries as the sound of leather cracked over her bottom whilst her father kept up a stream of verbal admonishment. She was very apprehensive about him!
Janine's twin brother James was just as nervous of his harsh father, telling Janine that he really didn't mind being strapped but, sometimes, it could be more painful that he cared to admit. They did their homework together in the evenings each testing the other. Wrong answers resulted in mild punishment with a wooden ruler on their covered bottoms.
Questioned by James about her responses, Janine admitted to feeling aroused by the spanking. The two began exchanging confidences about their private thoughts. This naturally led them to doctors and nurses, with full examinations of male and female genitals. Spanking was the punishment for becoming aroused. When confidence in each other was complete, masturbation in front of each other followed.
They took up experimenting with the strap, spanking each other in punishment for their sexual thoughts, realising that it helped the intensity of their enjoyment during masturbation itself. James developed a liking for sadism particularly centred on Janine's nipples and labia. He would nip them and twist them painfully in between beating her buttocks with the strap or slipper.
He would pinch her sensitive flesh until she gasped and begged for mercy. Janine developed a liking for slavery, wanting to be mastered, so that she could blame her misdeeds on others, particularly if she wore her old school uniform.
It was after Janine had reached her eighteenth birthday, one evening when their parents were out, that they became careless. Preoccupied with the preliminaries of their private games, they didn't hear their parents return earlier than expected. Normally, they would not have come into the front parlour but, on this occasion, they were accompanied by two other couples. Guests were always shown into the front parlour.
That is where Janine and James were caught. She was draped over an arm of the settee, whilst James, trousers round his ankles, had just begun slapping her bottom with a leather strap. At the same time, both were in the very act of masturbating. When the mother and father recovered from the shock they were extremely angry. Janine stood quickly, whilst James dropped the strap. Both were red faced with embarrassment, scrambling to replace their clothes to cover their aroused genitals.
'Stand over there, where I can see you both,' barked James's father.
They were made to stand facing the settee. Their parents and four friends, all stern looking people in their early forties, sitting on upright chairs leaving the settee empty. The three couples were dressed formally. The men in dark suits, white shirts and sober ties. The women wore dark tweed suits, keeping their hats on. Sitting erect, hands on laps, they looked formidable, lips squeezed tight, staring at the young people. Janine and James stood with bowed heads. Neither dare look up at the accusing faces, cheekbones flushed.
'So, this is what you two get up to when we're out, is it?' father cried. 'How long as this been going on?'
'That is wicked and sinful! Dirty!' Janine's mother screamed without waiting for them to reply.
'You must be severely punished.'
'I shall whip the wickedness out of you if it's the last thing I do,' James's father ranted.
'I should think so!' commented the stouter of the other women. James' father stepped over to the tall bureau, took a cane from the drawer, then sitting down again in front of his son. The weapon was almost a metre long, thin and flexible. He tapped it in the palm of his other hand.
'You, James. Drop your trousers!'
James was already pale at the thought of submitting to the severe punishment. But he knew there was no escape. The only thing to do was to comply and get the beating over as soon as possible. With much apprehension, James let go the waist band of his slacks. There hadn't been time to properly fasten his slacks again after he had been caught with them open. They shuttered to the carpet.
The three women's eyes were glued to the contents of his underwear. They tried to pretend disinterest, but nothing could disguise the gleam of lust in their eyes, moist and shining. Heaving breasts added to the evidence of their carnal thoughts.
'Now your pants.' So, full of shame, James hooked his thumbs into the elasticated waist band and pushed them slowly down to his ankles. As he stood again, the women's jaws fell open. Their eyes feasted on the young shaft of flesh, thick and half filled, lolling between his thighs. His young belly was flat and his brown curly hair, short and sparse, showed the penis to advantage. No one noticed that his face had turned bright red with the embarrassment of six pairs of eyes glaring at his manhood. His mouth had turned dry.
'Step out of them.' As he did so, the distended phallus swung from side to side, like the hanging straps on the London tube trains. Eyes never left the sight in front of them.
'So, what is this, young man.' His father placed the cane under the swelling penis, lifting it up. It hung like a large pale sausage over the willow. 'Is it always in this half tumescent state?' James remained silent and fearful, swallowing hard. He didn't want to admit to anything.
'Nothing of the kind,' James mother spoke up contemptuously. 'We know how it fills to a hard rod of rock solid flesh, to do the work of the devil. To penetrate Eve's shrine.'
James was mortified. He knew that he would be unable to control his erection. At eighteen, such self control was difficult. And his earlier near ejaculation had been thwarted by the return of his parents. His seed was anxious to escape. One of the women reached forward, grasping the spongy tube in her hand.
'It is a considerable instrument of the devil. It will do him sterling service to be sure.' A look of surprise lit up her face. 'The impudent devil. It hardens even as I squeeze it! Feel!' And the other woman reached out to take his stiffening phallus in her hand. James wanted to scream with sheer mortification. He would gladly have cut it off to avoid the shame.
'My goodness,' she exclaimed. 'Filthy thoughts are the cause of this, Mary. Lewd fantasies.'
'See, Mary! It's leaking! It's disgusting! How can you condone such behaviour?' A large pearl of liquid had, indeed, escaped from the head of the phallus.
Janine's mother took up from the carpet the leather strap James had been wielding on their arrival.
'You will come with me into the other room to be punished', her eyes ablaze with anger. 'Insulting our guests with filthy obscenities of the flesh. Pumping up your cock to insult and shame us.'
James was pushed through the door into the next room, naked from the waist down, carrying his trousers in front of him to hide his half-filled penis. His mother followed, accompanied by the two eager ladies, eyes gleaming with lust and excitement at the prospect of watching the young man being beaten. The door closed behind them, leaving an uncomfortable silence in the room.
'Now to you, Janine!'
Janine's lustful thoughts of James being beaten were interrupted by her father. She had hoped to escape without further castigation. But she realised that this was to be far from the case.
