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NIS Punishment Programme: 6 Short & Long Synopsis

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The ruling military Junta changed the laws to give males back their superiority and introduced corporal punishment to curb crime. The changes have their effect on school life. Patricia, a tiny, under developed girl, and Kevin, an extremely tall boy, are put together in the school NIS mentoring programme for her protection. The fifth sequel to Naked in School Punishment Programme 1: New Laws (NIS PP 1: New Laws).

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Naked In School Punishment Programme:

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6 Short & Long

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by obohobo

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Warnings

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Please take note!

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

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MF Rom NC. Spanking

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

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The intervention

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The anticipatory buzz turned to a gasp of astonishment as the boy quietly walked behind the teacher and caught her wrist as she began to swing the strap. From the way she brought her arm back, it would have landed with considerable force on the diminutive girl’s bare arse. With a deft flick and twist of her wrist, the strap landed on the floor.

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?What is the meaning of this Kevin Simms?? Miss Canone demanded, looking up into the tall boy’s face.

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Kevin, generally known as ‘Bean? a shortened version of ‘Beanpole’, at 6ft 6 inches, by far the tallest boy in the school, looked down at the stocky art teacher, ?You can strap me if you like Miss because if I’d been a bit quicker off the mark, I would have saved her and her work. I have it in my folder, or what remains of it.? He easily stood the tiny girl on her feet and, lifting his school uniform kilt, took her place over the desk, ?Strap me Miss, Pat didn’t deserve it.?

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Angrily Miss Canone lashed the strap eight times across the boy’s backside but he only grunted at each hit although she knew he felt the pain.

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Thomas Saville, the slightly obese forty-five year old headmaster of Kirton Senior School, looked across his wide, pseudo-mahogany desk at the trio standing before him. Denise Canone, the middle-aged art teacher, medium height with long dark hair, large breasts and arse and ‘plenty of flesh on her bones’, most of it covered by rather flamboyant clothing. Since the new laws came into force, he fancied getting her into bed but so far, the opportunity hadn’t presented itself and he didn’t wish to alienate a member of his staff by forcing her.

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Kevin Simms the very tall 17 years old, thin and wiry but strong boy, whose movements always seemed slow and considered, and who had never been brought to him before for any misdeed.

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In direct contrast to Kevin stood the tiny Patricia Cranford. The same age as Kevin but only 4ft 1inch high and physically less well developed than most 12 year-old girls. The headmaster knew her well through the quality of her artwork and several of her pictures were hung around the school and she’d taken prizes in local and national art competitions. He knew too, that because of her small size, others in her age group subjected her to ridicule and bullying and he also knew that Denise Canone envied the girl’s ability, ability far greater than hers.

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?Miss Canone, would you care to explain your reasons for bringing this pair to my office, please?? When she’d commed him for an interview, he checked the recording of the incident but wished to get her views and theirs on it.

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?Sir, Patricia failed to produce her homework and I awarded her the usual eight strokes of the strap. Before I could apply the first stroke, Kevin Simms grabbed my wrist and painfully twisted it until I dropped the strap. He then took Patricia’s place over the desk and told me to strap him instead, which I did, more for the assault on my person than for him acting as a proxy for her.?

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?Did he offer any explanation??

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?He muttered something about his having her work and it being torn but after being humiliated in front of my class, I didn’t pay too much attention to it.?

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?Has Patricia ever missed bringing in her work before??

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?Only once when you gave her permission to paint the scenery for the school play, Sir.?

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?Did you not ask for a reason??

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?No Sir, I didn’t. I rarely do with the others. They all try to come up with some lame excuse.?

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?Patricia, I presume you did the homework, so what happened to it??

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?A group of boys and girls stopped me on the way to school Sir, and took it from my folder and tore it up and started to slap me a bit but I managed to run and get inside the school area where there were staff to protect me.?

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?You know the boys and girls??

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?Yes Sir, but they’ll only make it worse for me if I tell you.?

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?Did you try and tell Miss Canone??

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?She didn’t ask Sir. As soon as I said that I didn’t have it, she ordered me over the desk and I thought it would only make her angry if I protested and I would get worse.?

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?Kevin, what part did you play in all this??

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?Sir, I saw the gang from a distance and saw them take the folder and tear the picture. I could have, I should have, run and helped her Sir, but by the time I made up my mind, she’d escaped and had run into the school grounds. The gang laughed and threw her folder and painting into the bushes and I picked them up. I felt guilty about not helping her but I’m not one for making quick decisions.?

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?What happened in the classroom, Kevin??

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?As Miss Canone said, she asked for Pat’s homework and when she didn’t have it, ordered her over the desk. This stirred me into action and I went and held Miss’s wrist to stop her hitting the girl and twisted it until she dropped the strap. I didn’t really hurt her Sir. I then told her that I had the remains of Pat’s work and asked Miss to strap me instead, which she did. Afterwards she told us we would be taken to you for further punishment for our behaviour Sir.?

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?Are you going to name the gang for me??

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?No Sir, but one sat in the class and knowing that I’ve taken Patricia’s punishment, they’ll be more careful around her for fear that I might take a more forceful part in protecting her.?

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Put in the punishment programme

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?Will Kevin Simms and Patricia Cranford come on to the stage please??

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The pair wondered what the headmaster would do when, before they left his office the previous day, he said, ?I’ll investigate the matter further before I decide what action to take,? and now as they very nervously climbed on to stage at the end of assembly, Pat noticed a smug look on Miss Canone’s face as she sat with the other staff to one side of the hall. She’d lain awake most of the night worrying what further punishment she’d have to endure and expected a dose of the strap in the head’s office. ?Why had Bean interfered?? she asked herself, time and time again. ?I know I didn’t deserve the strap but it would be all over by now and the bitch would have had her satisfaction. What will Mr. Saville do in the morning?? Pat feared she’d be back to see the headmaster again and he’d insist on further punishment but she didn’t expect a public strapping. ?Perhaps after all the good work I’ve done for the school, he’ll let me off with a lecture. He knows I did nothing wrong,? she told herself time and time again but now she knew differently.

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?Boys and girls, I’m sure by now you have heard exaggerated stories of the incident in the art room yesterday but so that you all know the truth, I’ll explain what actually happened.? He spent several long minutes while the unlikely pair stood by his side, centre stage. Finally he finished with, ?While the names of the three boys and two girls who waylaid Patricia haven’t been given to me and I haven’t deemed it worth putting them on the TED’s machine to find out, I can make a pretty shrewd guess as to who they are – without seeing you all turn to look at them,? he added as the students turned their heads to the guilty ones. ?I had a difficult decision to make. Because of her small size, Patricia is subjected to a considerable amount of bullying, which I have tried several times to stamp out but, as the incident yesterday shows, it flares up every so often. In order to protect her, I’ve decided to mentor her to Kevin and she will go in the Naked in School Punishment Programme.? He paused to let the information sink in and for the murmurs to quieten. Pat looked shocked and bewildered at the severity of the punishment. ?Yes, I can see you are wondering at such an unlikely combination and trying to guess how they will get on in bed. Well, I’m sure they’ll find a way.? After the giggles and laughter died, he continued, ?However, Patricia has skills far more advanced than Kevin, not only in art but in the more academic subjects too, so I’m taking the unusual step of mentoring him to her for those subjects. Both will therefore be collared and cuffed and be naked at all times while the temperature is above the regulation 20 degrees Celsius. Both will receive the recommended 25 strokes of the strap, Patricia because of her stature, with the junior strap. Kevin will of course, receive his with the senior one. Out of the school environment, Kevin will wear a smock to show that he is in charge and that she is under his supervision but at home whilst she is the tutor, she is in control of him.?

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Patricia’s face showed her horror and fear when she turned and, with her brown eyes wide open, looked up at her tall partner, Bean, the boy she would virtually be a slave to for the next few months at least. She knew him well enough to believe he wouldn’t deliberately harm her, ?But what about when he wants to put that long prick of his inside me?? she thought, remembering the sights of it she’d seen in the showers. ?His trying to protect me has made my life hell.? Tears flowed and she hardly heard the headmaster order them to undress and show her undeveloped body to the whole school. Normally this would not be a big deal; already three girls and two boys were naked in school and in the mentoring programme, but Pat’s body always caused students to comment. Quickly the head fastened cuffs to her wrists and ankles and placed a collar around her neck and two staff members clipped her cuffs to the punishment frame while he collared and cuffed Kevin.

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?Bring a form for her to stand on,? the Head instructed, ?I need her higher.? This only heightened everyone’s awareness of her size.

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Sobbing, Pat pleaded that she didn’t deserve the strap and had done nothing wrong but the head quietly replied, ?I know, but in the end I think you will benefit from the relationship.? Picking up the shorter, lighter strap of the two he had on the table, he bent down and applied it smartly across her arse but without using too much force. It stung and left red stripes and Pat cried out pitifully each time it landed and for a few moments, it seemed likely that Kevin might intervene until two members of staff held his arms. He could see Mr. Saville didn’t hit with his full force but even so he protested and pleaded with him to stop and give him extra. The head refused. While his eyes watched the strapping of the girl he tried to befriend, Bean’s mind went through the difficulties that might lie ahead, particularly as mentoring meant she would be with him twenty-four hours a day until the head decided to end it. ?How will my parent’s react when I take her to his home to live?? Being organic horticulturalists, they made Kevin work on the farm during his spare time, often to the detriment of his schoolwork. How would they take in the fact that Pat had to be within a few metres of him all the time? Maybe as she was his mentor too, he would live at her house?

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At the side of the hall, Denise Canone smiled as the head strapped the girl she disliked for no other reason than her art skills exceeded hers and sometimes students in the class went to the girl before asking her. ?About time that little squit felt the strap. Pity he isn’t giving her a proper hiding. I wonder how the two of them will get on together?? she asked herself.

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Finally the strapping finished and when two teachers released her, Pat collapsed sobbing to the stage. Few in the audience thought the beating fair and murmurs of disagreement were heard but, knowing the whole plan, the headmaster ignored them. Kevin immediately freed himself from the staff and gently picking her up, held her close. This show of tenderness only confirmed to the head the wisdom of his decision to pair the two.

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?Let her go Kevin, you’ll have plenty of chances to hug her later,? the head ordered quietly, ?Go to the frame and let them fasten your cuffs to it.? Again the head applied the strokes leniently and spread them over his back as well as his buttocks, but they caused Kevin to groan a few times. He didn’t cry and quickly moved to Pat as soon as they released him.

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An addition to the programme

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Normally after a public strapping, the headmaster released students to go to the showers but he bade the pair stay and, ignoring his own pain, Kevin held his new charge gently against him while the headmaster continued. ?There is one other person involved in this incident that acted improperly and without due care or judgement. I refer to Miss Canone. From my investigation into the matter, I found that she acted more out of vindictiveness through jealousy over her pupil’s ability and didn’t try to find out the cause of the girl’s failure to produce her homework. For this she deserves punishment too and am awarding her fifteen strokes of the strap and sentencing her to the naked in school programme for the next two weeks.? When the mutterings of surprise from the students died down and two men on the staff silenced Miss Canone’s protests, he continued, ?In addition, she is to be mentored to Kevin as and when he requires. At the end of each school day, until further notice, she is to report to him to see if he requires her services, personal services as well as giving him, and Pat too, any help they need with their work. On Fridays, they can make suitable arrangements for the weekends.? Neither Kevin, nor Denise Canone had foreseen this strategy but two teachers had been forewarned. ?Mr. Jackson and Mr. Clarke, please bring Miss Canone to the stage and assist with the removal of her clothing.

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?You can’t do this to me!? the woman yelled.

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?I can and I will. As you know, for a woman to refuse to take a legitimate punishment from her employer can lead to a session in the whipping hall and the loss of her job, and yours is a well paid job by woman standards. If you wish to discuss the matter further with me privately, come to my office after school if Kevin releases you.? Denise knew only too well what refusal would entail and how she’d have to submit to the headmaster’s sexual whims if she went to him to discuss the matter in private. For over a year, since the new laws came into force, she resisted his efforts to fuck her but she wondered how long it would be before he got his way. When they weren’t working, Bean could fuck her at any time he wanted and she, like the students, could see his long prick becoming partially erect as Pat snuggled against him.

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Without helping but not resisting she allowed the men to take off her clothes and stood naked in front of all the students. Infrequently they’d seen her naked in the showers but now all eyes focussed on her and she blushed vividly, knowing that all the men and boys in the audience would be fantasising fucking her slightly overweight body and imagining their hands groping her full tits.

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They gave her a blue collar and cuffs too and the head reminded the school that Kevin now had control over her when she wasn’t teaching and if anyone required her sexual services, they should ask him. ?Fasten her to the poles,? he ordered, and then whispered so only she could hear, ?If you’d have been a little more accommodating to me, you wouldn’t be in this situation now.?

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Mr. Saville had accused the art teacher of vindictiveness but he showed the same trait now he had her helpless and waiting for the strap’s painful lash. All the students noticed the grin on his face as he brought the strap harshly on to the poor woman’s arse. Despite her yells and screams he continued to stripe her buttocks with considerable force until they were red, badly bruised and swollen. Sobbing pitifully and hardly able to stand, she clung to the poles for several minutes after her cuffs were released. ?Take your little harem away, Kevin and bring them to my office at break. I will have to cover her lesson until then.? The head sent them on their way before dismissing the assembled students with the warning that Miss Canone still had authority over them during her teaching periods.

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Kevin gently washed Pat and his teacher but didn’t have any cream or painkillers to give them. ?Have you anything to ease the pain in your office Miss... Denise?? He decided they could be on first name terms while she wasn’t teaching.

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?What if I have? You don’t expect...? SMACK! ?Aaaah!? Kevin’s hand hit her sore arse.

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?Only a pack of paracetamol, they’re not very strong, certainly not strong enough to ease the pain much,? she reluctantly informed him. She’d been surprised by the way he’d taken control but had not taken advantage of her so far. His prick stood out firm and hard and she wondered at the difficulty the small girl would have taking it but, it would serve the little bitch right to feel a bit more pain after the flogging she’d been given. She expected he would fuck her but hoped that it wouldn’t be any time soon because her arse felt as if it were on fire and, with the way it was swollen, she’d never have been able to get her normal tight skirt on.

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?We’ll call at your office on the way to the head’s. Can you walk??

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?You know damn well...? She stopped in mid sentence when she caught the look Kevin gave her and said, ?Yes, but it hurts.?

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?What about you Pat?? he asked as he flicked her damp hair to catch the air from the body dryer.

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?I’ll manage, Bean, but what about you? Your back and bum look pretty bad and you had eight from her yesterday and the marks hadn’t gone away this morning.?

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Problems

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?We’ve more problems than most mentored students,? Kevin commented as they sat in soft chairs in the common room. The head gave them permission to miss the lessons for the whole morning to sort out the difficulties that would arise from being tied to each other all the time, but Denise had to teach her class. ?Firstly, where are we going to live? We have room at the farmhouse but my parents expect me to do a lot of the farm work, work that I loathe especially as I want to train as an antique woodworker. You’d have to be with me for the farm work and some of it you might be able to help with but with the amount of work Dad gives me, I have very little time to do any schoolwork. It would cut down on your art time too. You might also find living in our house a bit difficult because much of the stuff would be out of your reach. The opposite is true if we lived with your parents. From what you’ve said, every thing would be too low for me and the bed far too short.?

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?And living with Denise wouldn’t be very pleasant,? Pat cut in, ?But it might be okay for a few days if you can keep her under your control. It might allow our parents to come to terms with the situation but I would rather stay at my place but I guess you feel the same. The bed in the guest room is full size so we could manage.?

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?Let’s look at the three options after school and decide then. The other problem is with the difference in our size. You saw my prick in the shower; do you think you can take it in your cunt, if I’m careful? I know that I can demand you open your legs and I may not be able to resist doing that if we’re naked in bed and horny, but I really don’t want to hurt you any more. My attempt to save you from a strapping only made it worse. ?

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?But it got you a slave! A few boys have fucked me but they’ve all been smaller than you. I think I would like to try. You’ve tried to protect me and got whipped for it too so you deserve a little in return but I wonder how much pleasure there’d be for you.? They spun ideas around without coming to any firm conclusion.

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When school finished, Kevin donned a smock to show his authority over the two ladies and took a robotaxi to a pharmacy in town where Denise bought better pain killing tablets and enough cream to treat the welts of all three of them. Unfortunately for Denise the pharmacist knew her and asked to see her welts before recommending a cream. With strappings and whippings being a common event, he kept a good stock of suitable analgesics, creams and lotions for treating the victims and delighted in using the choice of creams as an excuse to examine and feel the welts of those that needed them. His offer to apply the cream, Kevin politely declined. ?Some people benefit from the misfortunes of others,? Kevin commented as they left the shop to go to Denise’s flat. She wasn’t keen on them staying with her but knew if Kevin decided to do that, she could not refuse, and after seeing the large soft bed and the nicely laid out lounge and kitchen, he did just that but said, ?We’ll only spend the first few days here and then check out the other options. It’s sort of neutral ground. I know Pat won’t be happy at my place and I’m not sure what to expect at hers.?

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Jeff Simms with his wife Margaret standing humbly behind him, angrily greeted the pair when they arrived to collect Kevin’s stuff. ?Why did you have to get yourself into this mess for boy? All for nothing as far as I can see, you certainly won’t get a decent fuck out of her. Get into your working gear and get the cows milked and the byre cleaned up and that baby girl can go into the back garden and pick tomatoes ready for the morning. That looks about all she’s fit for. Why on earth didn’t you pick a decent working girl?? He ranted on for a while his wife kept quiet. Pat cried although she tried not to.

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?Be quiet for a moment Dad, and you too Mum,? he added before she could speak. Kevin raised his voice louder than his normal low tone and went on, ?I thought Mr. Saville explained it all to you. Firstly, Pat and I have to be close to each other at all times, day and night. I can’t be with the cows and she in the back yard. Secondly, later this evening, Pat will be in charge of me, tutoring me in English for my homework and during that time I have to do as she says. With the situation as it is, schoolwork has priority over farm work because neither of us wishes to get a further dose of the strap, and you’ll just have to put that beer down and get out to the cows yourself. You chose the organic system and advertised traditional hand milking the two cows and I didn’t have any say in it. You know how much I hate farm work and yet you try and impose more and more on me. No more.? Before his father could object, Kevin carried on, ?Thirdly, we are staying with the art teacher for a few days and then maybe with Pat’s parents so you cannot rely on us being back here to do any farm work for a week at least, maybe not then. I’ve just brought her to show her the place and to collect the stuff I need for the next few days.?

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Angry at Kevin’s attitude, his father threatened to take the school to court but Kevin disregarded the threats because he knew they didn’t have the money for any court action even if they had a case. Taking Pat’s hand, he led her to his room where they packed the things he’d need.

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Michael and Frances Cranford were totally different to Kevin’s parents. Both worked and had reasonably well paid jobs so money wasn’t too much of a problem. They weren’t rich but earned enough credits to buy the things they needed with some over to put in savings. Frances clasped her daughter and they cried together for a short while before checking her daughter’s welts and enquiring how badly they hurt and if the cream did any good. She offered to make them dinner, which Kevin accepted. Michael gave his daughter a hug too and shook Kevin’s hand. ?Welcome to our home lad, and thank you for trying to help Pat even if it hasn’t worked out too well as yet. You’re welcome to stay here although things may be a little on the short side for one as tall as you. We’re only just over five feet and I cut things down to suit us. There’s a couple of full size chairs and a large bed in the guest room but I’m afraid the sink and toilet and stuff are children’s size.? Nevertheless they did what they could to make him comfortable and treated him as a guest.

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?The headmaster explained things to us this morning but perhaps you can tell us what really happened and how it is going to affect you and Patricia in the coming weeks or months?? Frances asked and Kevin and Pat between them tried to answer their questions. Her parents were disappointed they weren’t going to stay with them but Michael made sure Pat had enough credits in her account for any supplies she might need. Not that she really needed any because she’d sold a picture the previous week and had funds of her own.

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Denise

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?Take the robe off Denise,? Kevin ordered when they arrived back at her flat.

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?I thought you’d decided to stay elsewhere.? Her tone showed her disappointment.

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?Turn around and let me see your arse.? She glared but did it. ?Looks less fiery than earlier so the cream may be doing some good. I’ll rub more in later. Now we need to set up the comms screens and get some homework done. Looks like the dining table is the only place but you’ll need to move the flowers.? Reluctantly she cleared the flowers, removed the doily and covered the table with an old blanket.

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?You have to undress now Bean, because I’m tutoring you,? Pat grinned as they spread their things on the table. Denise gently lowered her bum on to a pillow on an already soft chair to watch a film on the comms unit. Her mind though, wandered back to the worst day of her teaching life.

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?Why did that bloody Beanpole have to interfere? He’s had nothing to do with Patricia Cranford before, so why did he take her side now? Does he secretly fancy baby girls? Surely not an honour, knight in shining armour thing; he’s only a farm boy. Just as I was about to get my own back on that smug, clever-clogs girl, it all turned pie-shaped and I get one hellava thrashing from that bastard Thomas Saville, all because I didn’t check on her excuse and that stupid boy stopped me beating her. Bet she’s sorry now too. She had more than I would have given her but Tom didn’t hit her all that hard. She’s a favourite of his. Now she’s cosy with that long streak of piss but I don’t know how she’ll take a prick of that size. He’ll want to fuck me before long and I suppose I should be grateful that he’s waited this long. Most mentored students get fucked in the shower. And I have to be his slave for a while and try to teach art naked. What hell that was today. Only after I’d smacked the strap on the table hard and threatened them with it, did the boys stop their jibes and requests to be allowed to do life drawing with me as the model. God, my arse is sore. And they made me buy the cream for all of their stripes too from that lecher of a chemist, as though I caused the problem. Perhaps I did, no, it was Dean Simmons and his gang that waylaid the little bitch. They got away scot-free, for the moment anyway.? She eased the weight off her sore arse for a few minutes and tried to concentrate on the film but couldn’t.

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?Look at them. She’s trying to help him with essay ideas and laughing, while I sit here in agony. The little bitch has been a pain in the arse ever since she arrived looking like an eight year old but showing off her natural ability in art. She doesn’t have to make any effort and produces a wonderful piece, whereas I struggle and don’t do half as well. All the kids in her class go to her for advice rather than coming to me and it’s got worse this term now that her tits have just started to show. Hardly call them tits yet, mere mini-molehills that don’t stand out more than a centimetre, but the nipples get hard. Perhaps they’ll grow more when she’s been fucked a few times. Maybe that long prick will poke them out from the inside!? Her reminiscing went on for another hour until she saw them put their schoolwork away.

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?Okay, we’re finished, I’m in charge again,? Kevin grinned and ordered, ?Time for a shower and bed. I’ll wash you first Pat and then Denise.? This time he used the shower to play with them sexually and began to enjoy having two girls as his toys, not that he thought about them in that way. To his surprise Pat became wet when he rubbed her mound and kneeling, he kissed her budding breasts before sending her to get dry. He spent more time playing with Denise’s full breasts and to her consternation, she became very wet when he played and manipulated her clit during their time under the dryer. This had its effect on his prick; it stood out hard and ready for use.

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?Bend over the bed and spread yourself, that way should be less painful for you,? he suggested.

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?You’re not going to... I’m to sore for that.?

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?Either that way or we do it with you on your back and if there are any more objections, you’ll feel my hand on your arse. I could even use the strap the head issued me with. Remember, none of this would have happened if you had asked Pat for an explanation as to why she didn’t have her homework.?

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Kevin aligned his long, prick with her opening, found the entrance and began to fuck while Pat watched. Her mood vacillated between jealousy at seeing Kevin, fuck the older woman and relief that he wasn’t forcing his way into her. In less than two days he’d become her hero and in her mind, her boyfriend and she wanted to be exclusively his. Once his prick entered the older woman, Kevin thrust deeply but without allowing his hips to clash against her bruised flesh. Denise tried to stay still and not enjoy it but couldn’t entirely suppress her arousal and embarrassingly for her, climaxed with a subdued but audible shriek. Soon after, Kevin who usually took longer to ejaculate than most boys of his age, sent his sperm into her, then to humiliate and to further enhance his authority, offered his prick to her lips for cleaning. Hesitating until his raised hand threatened her arse, she finally took it in and sucked it clean.

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Sitting on the bed, Pat watched and wondered how soon he’d fuck her instead of ‘that old bitch’. Did he think her too young and under developed; a baby like his father suggested? Would she have to wait until she grew decent tits before anyone would take her as his girlfriend? To some extent her fears were allayed when Kevin cuddled and kissed her in bed and ignored the woman sleeping on the other side of him.

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Patricia

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Pat couldn’t sleep but she felt comfortable and secure lying with her back against Bean’s chest and his arms around her. The flaccid prick lying against the back of her knees worried her a little. Could she take it? She wanted to, but Bean seemed content to fuck the bitch woman although from his actions, she knew he only used her to relieve himself and maybe to further humiliate her. ?Does he really care for me as a person or is he just trying to do the noble thing and protect a child? He seems to care but I think he too is worried about the size of his prick compared to the size of me. I suppose I should be used to all the jokes about my size now but his father wasn’t joking when he condemned him for bringing a baby home. I’m sure they are rearing him to do the drudge farm work and want someone else to be at his side for when they retire. I hope he doesn’t decide for us to stay there but from what he said, he seemed glad to have an excuse to get away from the place. Bean did ask about my size and retarded development when we had a few minutes together before lunch and took it in factually without snide comments and even asked mother about it at dinner. The doctors don’t really know but they think I will eventually develop into a normal woman, short, like mother and father, but otherwise normal and my tits are just beginning to show. About time! Eight years later than other girls in my classes. Mum says I was only 5 lbs 3 ounces at birth and she went full time and afterwards the doctors refused to give her the antidote to the contraceptive injections all girls have until they marry. They didn’t let her try for another runt like me. My brain developed normally, just my body failed to grow and it is a girl’s body that most boys seem to want. Will Bean be the same? Maybe I should stop calling him that to indicate that he is special to me??

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Waking at his usual early morning time and remembering he didn’t have to get up for the milking, Kevin stretched carefully but his movements woke the others. Pat felt his erection against her calves and slowly reached down, held it and gave the end a gentle squeeze. Kevin kissed her neck and rubbed one of her nipples but made no attempt to fuck her. Instead he turned over and ordered Denise to open her legs. A few threatening words, silenced her protests and soon he vigorously thrust into. Patricia turned away from them and cried. Denise smirked, and knowing she could get her own back on the little pest without doing anything, tried to thrust her loins to meet Kevin’s, pretending to enjoy it.

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It didn’t take Kevin long to realise how he’d upset Pat, but once he’d started to fuck, he couldn’t really stop and felt really bad when Pat left the bed and headed for the toilet. She quickly returned to the bedroom when Kevin came in to use the toilet, only to find herself alone with Denise. ?That was a really enjoyable fuck, the best I’ve had for a while. Maybe being Bean’s slave won’t be so bad after all,? Denise lied, trying to provoke Patricia.

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Fortunately Kevin returned and felt the tension. ?Get to the toilet Denise and then organise a decent breakfast for us.? Pat deliberately stood facing away from him and didn’t sense his presence until his arms circled around her. ?Patience dear, wait until we’re alone in a room of our own with no one to mock us, then we’ll try it. Until then, I’ll fuck Denise as often and as hard as I can. She hates being used like a whore although she pretends otherwise. While she makes breakfast, we can shower and I’ll treat your arse with the cream.?

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Denise’s week

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Being fucked night and morning by a senior student proved the least of Denise’s problems; in fact she came to enjoy them. At first she only pretended to give herself willingly in order to spite Patricia and ferment the younger girl’s jealousy but when he induced at least one climax at every fuck, she had to admit her enjoyment. Not so her time at school. Moving and sitting with a sore arse was bad enough, but to try and teach classes whilst naked, proved an almost impossible task. Yet she managed to get through it all and fortunately the head backed her up, mainly because he wanted to bed her later.

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He clearly stated to the whole school after her thrashing on Tuesday, that although she would be naked, she still had the same authority over her pupils. If they misbehaved, she could chastise them. In the office afterwards he’d told her to comm him if any pupils lost sight of her position and defied her and he would alert security to monitor the comm output from her room. One boy tried to defy her on Wednesday. Roger Winstone caught her bending over a table to hand a pupil a box of crayons and laughing, pushed his finger in her cunt and, pressing her down with a hand on her back, pretended to fuck her. Most of the class laughed too and continued to do so when she freed herself and ordered the boy to bend over the table for the strap. Still laughing, he refused.

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The atmosphere in the class turned to one of hilarity until the head turned up with two security men. The eyes of the class focussed on the long cane he carried, the feared punishment cane rarely used because of the extreme pain it caused and the welts took a long while to heal. ?Remove your clothes Roger.?

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?Please Sir, no, not with that. Not the cane, please! It was only a joke.?

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?Remove them Roger. You’ll get extra if the security men do it. You disobeyed my instructions and that isn’t a joke.?

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Although Roger tried to be brave, the tears forming in his eyes showed everyone his great fear. And rightly so. Security bent him over a desk and firmly held him where all the class could see his nicely sun tanned arse, awaiting a different sort of tanning. Without undue haste, the head stood to one side of the boy and swung the cane from well above shoulder height and sent it across the poor boy’s unprotected arse. Most of the school must have heard the scream as the pain from the impact reached the brain. Momentarily a white line appeared that changed to deep red tramline welts. Allowing a few moments each time for the pain to sink in, Mr. Saville calmly laid on seven further stripes. Each time the security men struggled to hold the boy and continued to do so for a little while after the head put the cane to one side.

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?Let him stand,? the head instructed and still howling and crying the boy pushed himself to his feet, wanting to touch his sore buttocks but not daring to in case they were bleeding. ?Hear me, and hear me well, all of you and make sure you pass the message on. Miss Canone is here to do a job and if you make her job more difficult, she has the right to punish you, and you’d be wise to let her do it because I will deal most sternly with those that don’t. Roger Winstone, you will remain naked whilst in school for the same length of time as Miss Canone. Do not try to use a few stripes across your posterior as an excuse not to attend lessons and I will inform your parents of your behaviour shortly.?

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The severity of the Headmaster’s punishment, shocked Denise even though it had the desired effect on the class’s behaviour, or rather, it quietened them down but stifled any creativity. ?Jean, take Roger to the shower and do what you can for him and see me at lunch for the cream I have for my arse. I didn’t expect him to have more than a few strokes of the strap,? she told the girl. For the last half-hour of the lesson she tried to keep the class working but their minds, and hers, were all on the terrible caning.

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Word quickly spread and she had no more trouble during the following lessons but Kevin had to comfort her that evening when, remembering the incident, she burst into tears.

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Further embarrassment awaited her on Thursday evening. Denise sat studying a pile of student project folders while Kevin did his homework and Pat, having finished hers, sat sketching him. ?Ding-dong, ding-dong,? the doorbell chimed and the trio looked at the door screen display unit to see who had arrived. ?Damn, it’s Rita Beresford from across the road. She often drops in at the wrong time for a chat.?

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?Let her in then Denise.?

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The elderly, white-haired woman, flowed like a tidal wave through the door and gushed, ?Darling! I’ve only just heard about your terrible thrashing at the hands of that wicked headmaster and came straight over. You’re all naked! Even at home. Turn around so I can see the state of your poor bottom. That’s barbaric darling. Not like it used to be a few years back, but then I wouldn’t have dared venture out in the evening. Some of these new rules just go too far for poor innocent women. And you have these poor children with you too, and the girl is so young and she’s been whipped too...? Kevin and Pat burst out into uncontrolled laughter and Denise had to smile too. Without a pause the woman continued, ? You can actually sit down? I suppose it is what three days since he punished you? Oh you poor thing. Do you want me to put anything on it? Do they stay with you overnight? You’ve only the one bed.?

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?Sit down Rita please and try not to distract Kevin from his homework otherwise I may be in for more punishment.? Finally Denise got a word in and, with many interruptions from the visitor, explained the situation and the fact that she had to allow Kevin to fuck her as and when he wanted.

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?You can’t refuse??

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?Only if I wish for a session in the whipping hall. In any case he’s one of the best fucks I’ve had.? Denise made the statement to shock her friend but it also added to Patricia’s jealousy.

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Denise gave a huge sigh of relief when Kevin told her after school on Friday, ?We’re going to stay with Pat’s parents over the weekend and see how things go there and won’t need your services at least until Monday. We’ll need to pick up our stuff from your place first.?

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The weekend

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Patricia burst into tears and hugged her mother when they entered their house. Frances shed a few tears too and started to lead her daughter to the bedroom before remembering to ask first. ?Sorry Kevin, would you mind if I talk with Pat alone for a short while??

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?No problem, I’ll take our stuff into the guest room and start to set the comms units up. Is Michael home??

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?Another half hour and then I’ll make dinner.?

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It didn’t take long for Frances to worm the story out of her. ?I know we’ve only been put together to protect me and for me to help him with his work, but I like him, Mum, and I think he likes me but maybe he likes Denise better because he only cuddles me but he fucks her and they both enjoy it. I’m very small for him but we should be able to do it. He said we would when we were alone and maybe we will tonight but will it just be to relieve him or will it be because he likes me??

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?I think you’ll find that out when he does it. If he pokes you hard and fast until he cums, he’s just using you, but if he tries to make it good for you and minimise any pain, then he likes you. It will take longer than a few days to find out if it is love. How are you coping with the nakedness at school and outside??

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When Michael arrived, everyone assembled in the kitchen and both parents gave Kevin a warm welcome. Pat arrived last after having tried to repair her tear stained face. ?Come here, Squirt, you need a hug and a kiss from me and then your dad.?

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Kevin picked her up and held her for a while until she laughed, ?Okay Beanpole, you’ve squashed the life out of me now, let me go to Dad.?

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Unlike in his home, the Cranfords virtually ignored the new laws; Michael assisted in the cooking chores and Kevin found himself involved too. Nothing demanding and they didn’t demand he did anything. Little requests, ?Would you like to set the table Kevin please, Pat knows where the things are kept,? and ?Would you mind bringing a tall chair down from your room to sit on.? He didn’t mind and it made him feel part of the family. ?At home Dad sits in front of the comms unit with a beer and complains if mother hasn’t cooked the meal on time,? he mused.

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Later that evening, Kevin had a message from his father on the comms unit, a text one because he’d turned the sound off to do his homework without interruption. Pat sat at an easel painting.

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?The sod!? Kevin swore softly causing Pat to come over to look at the screen.

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?We have a stall on Saturdays at the Farmers Market at Fallowfield and because of the demand for organic vegetables and fruit, most of our income comes from sales at the market,? Kevin explained.

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?We have to go??

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?Not while he persists in calling you ‘the baby girl’.?

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?What will we be doing? Am I your girlfriend?? Pat asked, half afraid of the answer.

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?If a Squirt can accept a Beanpole as a boyfriend. As to what we’ll be doing, much depends on how sore you are from what we do later tonight.? He grinned as he cuddled and kissed her.

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?How come I’ve suddenly become ‘Squirt’??

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?Do you mind?? Pat shook her head. ?Since you became special to me. I’ll only call you that when we’re alone or at home here, to keep it special.?

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?Sorry Pat, I feel obliged to go. Bring your sketch pad and coloured pencils because there’s always some characters there.?

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?Are you sure you’re ready for this Squirt?? They lay together after showering and he’d rubbed her mound while she fondled his prick. Kevin recalled Frances’s whispered words as he said, ?Good night,? ?Don’t worry about the noise disturbing us, enjoy yourselves and please try not to hurt her. You may need this.? She handed him a tube of vaginal lubricant and indeed it had made her opening slick. Pat believed it also contained a stimulant because she’d never felt so horny.

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He rubbed a little lubricant on his prick and slowly pushed it in. At almost 18 centimetres, he knew the length to be slightly above average but with its thickness normal, at first sight it looked thin. ?It should go in even if her cunt is small but I may have to limit how far I thrust into her,? he thought as the tightness of her vagina squeezed his shaft. ?Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop, dear.?

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Pat had no intention of telling to stop unless the pain became too bad but as it entered further and further into her body, she started to pull back and thrust forward of her own accord, much as she’d seen Denise do. She gloried in the sensations of tightness and the stretching of her virginal wall and the massaging of her G spot. ?Yes, yes! Fuck me Kev, fuck me, fuck me hard.? He did but managed to save his emission until she’s climaxed. Only then did he realise that he hadn’t held back and had penetrated her to the full depth of his prick.

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?Yes, it did,? she admitted when he asked if it hurt her, ?But I wanted it and eventually I expect my cunt will take it without any pain at all.? The compulsory contraceptive injections given to all females not in a permanent relationship ensured she wouldn’t get pregnant. ?Was it good for you??

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?Very. A little strange, but not in a bad way. I’ve fucked a number of women and girls who were shorter than me, like Denise, and had to bend to kiss them, but your lips were on my nipples. Really erotic in a way.

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The Farmers Market

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Kevin’s comment that there’d be characters for her to sketch, proved correct, not the least of them, his mother. On market days, she dressed in an old world style as a country farmer’s wife; straw hat and flower patterned dress that showed a fair amount of tit. In these times, no one worried much about that, not when Pat sat naked on the other side of the stall and showing the blue collar and cuff, and nearby stood a tall lad wearing a short gown that showed his matching collar and cuffs. At least they drew the attention of the crowd but she wasn’t the only naked woman there and they saw at least two others with blue collars and cuffs. Many more were topless and some sported stripes probably inflicted by their husbands or partners. In the quieter moments, Pat sketched Margaret, or Maggie as most customers referred to her, in various situations. Kevin pinned them to the stall.

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An elderly, expensively dressed, woman wearing a surfeit of jewellery, stopped and looked at them for longer than usual. ?How much would you charge to do a portrait of me like that one?? She pointed to a picture that Pat had added a little colour too.

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?150 credits.?

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?How long will it take??

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?Ten minutes or so.?

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?150 credits for only ten minutes work, that’s a bit steep. Daylight robbery. That’s more than many people earn in a day.?

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?Madam, if you can produce an equivalent portrait of me in ten minutes, then I’ll do yours for free. In fact if you can find anyone in this market to do it, I’ll do it free.?

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?Of course, I can’t girl, I’ve no training.?

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?So that portrait took ten minutes plus all the hours training I put in, therefore 150 credits is a reasonable price.? By now a small crowd had gathered and with good-natured comments and more bickering from the woman as she haggled over the cost while Pat obstinately refused to lower it by even one credit, she finally agreed to the price. Kevin gave up his seat and Pat arranged her in a pose that suited the woman’s features and quickly produced a portrait the customer and the crowd liked.

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?Maybe you should get a stall of your own Patricia,? Maggie commented but she didn’t resent the girl’s presence because when the crowd started to disperse, many paused and purchased things from her stall.

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?Do you have a card?? demanded the military looking man wearing a blazer with a regimental badge on the front.?

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?Sorry Sir, no pockets,? Pat laughed and so did the man. Pat wrote her name and address on a sheet of paper.

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?Any relation to Robert Cranford??

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?My Grandfather Sir.?

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?Are you able to work in oils and produce a portrait on canvas about a metre high??

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?Yes, Sir. No problem but it will take more than ten minutes.?

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?Would I be correct in assuming it would cost in the 2 – 3,000 credits range??

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?Probably Sir, but we would need to discuss your exact requirements first.?

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Kevin and Maggie looked flabbergasted that Pat could even think of quoting such astronomical prices. It seemed to them the height of outrageousness to ask for 150 credits for a simple sketch but to quote thousands for a painting was beyond belief. ?It’s grandfather’s philosophy,? Pat told them later, ?He says, ‘If you charge a little, people think it isn’t worth much. Charge a lot and they get something of value’.?

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It wasn’t the end of the story either. A younger woman turned up at the stall, ?Father spoke to you earlier about a portrait and he wants one of your sketches of me, one like you did of another woman.?

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Pat went home 300 credits richer.

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After a second enjoyable fuck before going to sleep, Kevin brought up the subject again. ?When the new junta came into power, granddaddy talked about my future and whether it was worth me going to college. Nowadays there are no top jobs for women and I have a skill that few possess so I have to try and make enough from my work to keep me. It’s not every day I will get work and pay will be irregular, but I will be doing something I like doing. If I become famous, my work may command even higher prices but it could also be that I barely earn enough for food and need a nice man to keep me. Do I have to look any further than I can see right now??

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?No my little Squirt, you’d better not otherwise I shall keep a lead on your collar to keep you from straying.?

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