Mitch

[Sandra B]

114.
The two miscreants were in their room.  Yulya stuck her head round the door.
“Luke.  Miss Shirley like to see you – now please.”
“What about?”
“She not say.”
“Okay.  I’ll be over shortly.”
“Now, please.”
He sighed, assuming boredom.  But he knew enough to drag himself out of his chair and head for Shirley’s office.  Yulya followed a few paces behind.

They didn’t stand on ceremony.  Once inside, he found himself surrounded by Shirley, Mandy, Debbie and Yulya.  At one side of the office, a few inches from the wall, and bolted to it, were a set of vertical steel bars, for situations just such as this.  While Debbie held his feet, the other secured his wrists above his head with cable ties.  He was firmly ball-gagged, then his ankles were secured.  Ignoring his muffled protests, Shirley cut off his clothes with a pair of scissors, leaving him quite naked.
“Right, young man.  We’ve had quite enough of your bad behaviour, so I’m afraid you’re going back to square one.  Mandy?  Can I have the erection control device, please?  Though this is the mark two, more of an erection prevention device.”
There was a circular hinged backplate in plastic-coated aluminium, with a central aperture for the base of the pen-is and four screw or bolt holes round the edge.  It closed with a sharp click behind his balls.  The device itself had a matching plate, surmounted by a small dome-like structure which narrowed into a ribbed tube curved downwards through ninety degrees.  Attached to the back of this plate was a thin leather gasket, from which dangled two narrow leather straps, one from the top and one from the bottom. Ignoring his struggles, she placed this against the base plate, tucked his balls into the dome, and wiggled it about until the tip of his member appeared at the end of the tube.  The end curved in slightly, ensuring it could not escape.  Luke was whimpering and making pleading noises, but Shirley ignored him.
“There.  Size A.  A small size, but it seems to fit you perfectly.  Now
Mandy?  The bolts, please.  Thank you.”  She held one up.  “Threaded bolts.  Tiny aren’t they?  But they’ll do their job.  Let me show you.”
She registered the holes on the two plates, and, using a miniature screwdriver, screwed the four bolts into the their holes, so the two plates were pulled tightly together, compressing the leather gasket.
“Now, I know you and your little friend are quite inventive, and if I leave it like this I'm worried you’ll find some way of getting the bolts out.  Well, we can’t allow that, now can we?  That’s what this is for.”
She held up what looked like a standard size screwdriver, but with a very fine tip.
“Do you know what this does?  Well, do you?”
Luke shook his head.
“Let me show you.”
She applied the instrument to one of the bolt heads, and turned it sharply.  There was a squeaking sound.  She smiled, and performed the same operation on the other three.
“Do you know what I’ve done?  That tool removed the slots from the heads of the bolts.  Yes, that’s right.  I can see by the expression on your face that the penny’s dropping.  Now there’s no way of removing them – short of some fairly delicate engineering work.  To all intents and purposes the device is on for keeps!  So you'd better get used to it.”
Luke’s eyes were wide and he was shaking his head vigorously.
“Now I expect you’re wondering what these leather straps are for, these things buckled to the top and bottom of the baseplate.  Well, my boy, these will be cut and pierced so that the other ends can be buckled to a locking leather belt around your waist.  They will keep the plate firmly in position, and this lower strap will be fitted with a special loop designed to hold a range of butt plugs.  As you can see, it’s narrow enough to fit neatly between your buttocks, so it will keep whatever we decide to attach to it firmly in place.  That way whoever’s changing your nappy won’t have to deal with all that nasty smelly poo.  Instead you can have the plug removed once a day so you can use the toilet, like a big boy.”

She stood back and gently patted his cheek.  “You’re a lucky boy, to have all this attention lavished on you.  But you look dismayed.  If you’re feeling sorry for Max, don’t.  I have another set just like this for him.”
“You must be wondering about your outfits, dear,” said Mandy.  “We’ve really gone to town.  We have two of the most darling baby outfits you’ve ever seen!  Luke, you’re going to have the boys one, with lovely pale blue transparent plastic pants, a blue vest and cardigan – I know, the weather’s cooling down now, and you’re going to be spending some time outside – and lovely shiny blue wellies.  Not to mention all the bottles and pacifiers and cute little baby toys you could ever hope for!  And Max will have the same, but in the prettiest pink!  What a cute pair you’ll be!”
“If that weren’t enough,” added Debbie, “you’re going to have the honour of welcoming our visitors on our open day next week.  We haven’t quite finalised the plans yet, but you can rest assured you’ll have every opportunity to show yourselves and your beautiful outfits off to everyone!  Isn’t that exciting?”
“Of course it is,” said Shirley.  “But let’s get your clothes on so we can get Max ready.  Then you can go back to your room and preen and admire each other.  Oh – and now you’re going to be babies, I’m transferring you to Nursery 3.  There’s such a lot of nice toys there, and all sorts of equipment for you to see.  Some nice and some maybe not so nice.  But that’s only for naughty babies, and I know you’re both going to be super-duper good, aren't you?”

[Sandra B]

115.
It was Friday morning.  The boys had been in the games room since it opened.  But they hadn’t been playing games.  They were having a discussion.
“So your suggesting we should complain about our favourite teacher?” Sean was saying.
“No!” returned Oscar.  “That’s not the point.  Listen.  I’ve read about this stuff in the papers.”
“You read the papers?” jeered Ryan.  “Don’t make me laugh!”
“Well, maybe not the papers, but I’ve seen things about it online.  Teachers get accused of gay propaganda an’ stuff.”
“Not in this country,” said James.  “Here everyone’s delighted if a boy turns up in a skirt.  A kid at my school did that and he became a sort of hero.  The school had to change the uniform code till it was meaningless.  It was great.”
“Well, anyway,” put in Simon, “look at it this way.  Did we all like what she wore that first day?”
Chorus of “yeah
not ‘alf”.
“So.  S’pose she never dresses up like that again.”
“Oh, she will.  It was obvious it was a turn-on for her.”
“Yeah, well, it was a turn on for all of us, wasn’t it?” countered Simon.  “But only Ben here” – he cast a sour glance towards the object of his envy -  “only Ben got the benefit.”
“I dunno
  We all enjoyed it, didn’t we?”
Simon sighed, exasperated.  “Look, all I’m suggesting is that we use the homework she set us as an excuse to have a bit more fun.  Real fun.  I mean, getting close up and personal with her – and that hot black latex.”
“It’s true that’s the most turned-on I’ve ever felt in my life,” said Jack.  “Fancy us ending up with a teacher like that!”
“I know,” added Joshua.  “She was so hot – literally – that the whole room was filled with the smell of warm latex.”
This observation, and the memories it provoked, induced a thoughtful pause, and a degree of fidgeting in the ranks.
“All right,” said Sean.  “You can try to persuade Miss, but you’d better not antagonise anyone, least of all our teacher.  Understand?”
“Of course not.  I’ll be incredibly polite, don’t worry.”


Shirley was sipping her eleven o’clock coffee.  There was a gentle tap on the door.
“Come in.  Mandy
  What can I do for you?”
“The boys
”
“What about them?”
“They want to see you
”
“Oh?  What about?”
“They won’t say.”
“Oh
  Well, you’d better send them in.  Is it all of them?”
“All except one.”
“Okay.  Let’s see what they want.  Please stay, Mandy.”

The boys crowded into the office.  Could it be something to do with Luke and Max joining the class?
“Well boys, what can I do for you?”
Simon stepped forward.
“Miss, it’s like this.  You probably don’t know, but Miss Yulya
”
“Yes?  Go on.”
“Miss Yulya set us some homework this week.”
Shirley’s face showed no sign she knew about that homework.
“And?”
“Well, miss, see
it’s like this.  We don’t want, you know, to cause any
  What I’m saying is
”
“You’re not saying anything at the moment, Simon.  Please come to the point.”
Tyler piped up from the back.  “She set us homework to wan...    I  mean masturbate, miss.  And to masturbate each other!”
“And she promised us a treat!” cried someone, suddenly remembering.
“So, did you do your homework?  Or was it too difficult?”
“What?  No, it wasn’t that
”
“The thing is, miss,” resumed Simon, “we did it all right – well, not all right – I mean, we had to force ourselves, like, course.  But then, afterwards, we all started wondering
”
“Wondering?”
“Yeah.  Like, were we gay?  Or had doing it made us gay?”
“Really.  So you enjoyed it, then.”
“No
no
  I mean
”
“I didn’t mind,” said Ben, stepping forward.  “I don’t think even if you enjoy it that makes you gay.  You’re either gay or you’re not.  Anyway, there’s nothing wrong with being gay, is there?”
“Thank you, Ben.  I think you’ve answered Simon’s doubts better than I could.  Is that all, Simon?”
Simon, temporarily thwarted, nevertheless decided to press on.
“But several of us, miss, we’re not sure.  And now we’re a bit worried.  We need to know whether we’re gay or
or
”
He intended to say “normal”, but stopped himself just in time.
“Heterosexual.  Is that want you want to say?”
“Yes, miss
  Het-het
  That.”
“So what’s the problem?  Go see if you’re still attracted to girls.”
“Yeah, but we don’t really know many girls, see?  Apart from teacher.”
“Teacher?  Miss Yulya?”
“Yeah
”
“So are you attracted to her?”
“We’re not sure,” said Oscar, who was standing next to Simon.  “We wanted to find out.  Like we were, when we first saw her in that nurse’s outfit, but we’re not sure we still are
”
“Don’t you know?”
“No.  We’d need to see if
”
“See if what?”
“If seeing her still made us want to
you know
”
Now Shirley understood.  She remembered that Simon and Oscar were the two who had talked about Yulya in the video.  She suppressed a smile.
“See, miss,” Simon went on, “I need to be sure, cos if like I get confused, I’d have to maybe talk to my social worker or someone
”
Shirley recognised the pathetic attempt at blackmail.  She was about to confront him with the possibility of making the tape of him and Oscar public, or the school being investigated and all of them having to go back to their previous institutions, but some streak of mischief told her to carry on playing the game.
“So what would make you sure?  What would Miss Yulya need to do to put your minds at rest?”
She gave Mandy the slightest wink.
By the alacrity of their reply, it was clear Simon and Oscar had had it all worked out in advance.
“Well, miss,” said Oscar, “we’d need her to dress up in that nice rubber outfit again, and then we’d have to see what effect it had on us
”
“You mean if you got erections.”
“Er, well
”
“See, Ben got, like special treatment, and it don’t seem fair
”
“Ah.  You’re jealous of Ben.  I see.  Well Ben, I understand, was the only one in the whole class that took the task she had set seriously.  The rest of you just wrote nothing, or rudeness.”
“Yeah
  We’re sorry about that.  We were a bit shy
”
Shirley couldn’t suppress a laugh.
“Really.  I see.  Well I’m confident Miss Yulya will be wearing one of her usual creations this afternoon, so you’ll all be able to test your sexuality, won’t you?”
Simon was persistent.  “The thing is, miss, it’s really difficult to know when you’re all locked up tight rubber shorts.  Now if we could be unlocked
  Just for today, like.”
“I see,” said Shirley, raising her eyebrows.  “So what is it?  You want to demonstrate to your teacher that the homework she set hasn’t made any permanent changes.  Right?”
Yes, miss, that’s it!” said Oscar, eagerly.  “We want to reassure her that we still fancy her!  Er, I mean, that we’re still
”
“Heterosexual?”
“Yes, miss.”
“So that’s all you want.  To have your zips unlocked for the lesson.”
“Er, maybe
” began Simon.
“Yes?”
“Maybe
you see, miss, sometimes when we get, like, aroused
.”
“Yes?  Go on.”  Shirley was enjoying herself now.
“Sometimes
we, er, need to, you know, go the whole way.  It can be really frustrating, see, otherwise
”
“So you want to be allowed to orgasm as well?”
Silence.
She remembered Simon and Oscar’s video.  “And what happens if the sight of Miss Yulya makes you lose control completely?  And you start spurting all over the place?  Even on her, maybe?  Why do you think the school uniform incorporates those highly restrictive shorts?”
No-one spoke.  They were all staring at Shirley.  One boy had turned bright red and was trying to hide his erection.
“So if I understand you correctly, you want Miss Yulya to make herself available for you lot to vent your frustrations.  Right?  At least, in the event it transpires your sexuality remains intact.  Correct?”
A few of the braver ones nodded nervously, fearful of an explosion and subsequent punishment.
“I’ll discuss it with your teacher,” said Shirley in her most businesslike tone.    “She will make an announcement at the start of the lesson.  Dismiss.”
No-one moved.
“Dismiss!”
They ran for the door.

[Sandra B]

116.
After they had left, she turned to Mandy.
“What a nerve!  I let them go on because I wanted to see what they were actually after.  Honestly, talk about shameless.”
“And oversexed.  We should fit them with ECDs – at least, Simon and Oscar.  I’m surprised you gave them a hearing.”
“Oh, I was curious to see how far they’d go.  And I’m curious to see what Yulya says.”
“She’ll be horrified.”
“Maybe.  I’m not sure.”
“I bet they’re getting all steamy already, just thinking there’s even a possibility of you agreeing.”
“I’m sure they are.  Is Yulya in, by the way?”
“She’s in reception.”
“Could you ask her to pop in?”

“Miss Shirley?  You ask for me?”
“Come in, Yulya.  Have a seat.  I’ve just had a deputation of your students in here.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.  Led by – guess who – Simon and Oscar.  It seems the exercise you set them has cast doubt on their heterosexuality – made them uncertain.”
“Oh, dear.  They think maybe they gay now?”
“So they claim.  Marcus wasn’t there, I noticed.  And Ben spoke up against the rest.  But that leaves eleven of them.”
“So – what they want?”
“They want to test their sexuality on you to see if they’re still good heterosexuals.”
“What?”
“They want you in your best latex to see if the sight of you makes them want to masturbate.”
“Disgusting boys!”
“Well, yes
  but you must admit, you lit the fuse.”
“Maybe.  So they want me to wear latex again for them.  No problem.  I drive them crazy, if that what they want.”
“Well, I think they want more than that
”
“More
?”
“Maybe something like they said on the video?”
“What?”
“Obviously that’s not going to happen, but they asked to have their zips unlocked.”
“How they have cheek
?  Let them – I don’t care whether they masturbate in shorts or out!”
“Simon made some veiled threat about talking to a social worker
”
Yulya looked shocked.  “Really?”
“Obviously he wouldn’t dare.  He'd be too worried they might lose their lovely new club.  In any case, the sort of exercises you set are most definitely on our official curriculum.  I’d have no difficulty defending them.”
“Even so
I feel responsible.”
“Don’t.  I said you’d tell them the position at the start of the lesson.  Make them as grumpy and frustrated as you like.  It’ll teach them to be so presumptuous.”
Yulya flushed slightly.
“Maybe I should agree
”
“What?  Darling, you have no reason.  That would be going above and beyond
”
“But to keep peace
and protect P & S.”
“Yulya, you don’t have to
”
But Simon and Oscar’s words had been scratching and picking at her ever since she heard them.  She must have watched their video fifty times, becoming more angry at every view.  Her cheeks were burning now.
“I think I have moral duty.”
“Goodness, Yulya, I know you have high standards, but
”
Yulya didn’t reply.  She seemed to be thinking about something.  Shirley decided to clinch things.
“I really appreciate that.  If I can’t persuade you against it, then of course
you’ll have my full support.”
“Thank you, Miss Shirley.”
“So what will you wear?” blurted Shirley, a touch too enthusiastically.
“I will need my cat suit
and hood.”
Shirley took a deep breath.  “Gosh, Yulya.  Well, I guess you’re right to be fully prepared
especially in that get-up.”
“They not be so cheeky when they see.  I will go to change now.”
“Yes.  Right. Pop in and see me when you’re
ready.”
Yulya turned to leave.
“Oh, Yulya.  One more thing.  We should probably ask Anna to record the lesson.  To protect ourselves, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Miss Shirley.  That good idea.”
On your way out, could you ask her to come in?  Thank you.”

[krystalasbaby2017]

interesting to see what the 2 new sissy babies are doing and like to see what Yulya has in store for her class looks like it could be interesting

[Sandra B]

117.
Shirley leant back in her chair.
“I hope she’ll be all right,” she said to herself - though the truth was she was feeling quite excited at the prospect of Yulya and a dozen unruly teenagers going head to head.
A knock at the door.
“Come in!”
“You wanted me, madam?”
“Anna.  Yes.  I don’t know if you’ve heard
about Yulya?”
“Mandy said something, yes.”
“Well, the boys threw down the gauntlet, and she’s picked it up.  So can you please go to classroom 1 at start of afternoon school?  I need you to record what goes on.”
“Of course.”
“And Anna?  I need a few stills, too.  For a poster.  Seems the boys want her as a pin-up.  So something a bit sexy.”
“I understand, madam.  That shouldn’t be difficult, considering it’s Yulya.  What will she be wearing?”
“One of her cat suits, she says
”
“Oh
I see.  Isn’t that a bit dangerous?  I mean, amongst those new boys.”
“She seems to think she can handle them.  I’m not so sure.  But she insists upon rising to the challenge.”
“Ah, yes.  Our Yulya.  I know why.”
“Why?”
“Two motives.  One, she want to dominate them.  Cat suit makes her feel powerful, like Wonder Woman.  Two, she knows boys fancy her like mad, make her feel sexy.  But I think you know that.  Don’t worry, I not miss any action.”
“Thank you Anna.  Could you take Debbie with you?  And ask her to take the keys.  She’ll know what I mean.”

Yulya headed back to her room.  She knew exactly what she was going to wear.  And she was planning her strategy.  She decided to forgo lunch – in any case, she felt far too excited.
“I need take down troublemakers – Simon and Oscar.  Then rest will follow.  That Oscar!  I make him grovel.  One day I put on my strap-on and fuc-k him like girl!  Put him on lead and make him pet puppy!  Simon too.  I show them!” 

She entered her room and locked the door behind her.  She went to the wardrobe and flicked through a row of rustling latex garments.  She lifted one out.  Black latex, with a back zip running from the lower back to the top of the high, narrow collar, a tiny padlock dangling from the fastening.  The crotch sealed, the breast cups firm, with fine, thin latex around the nipples.  She had been saving this one for a special occasion.  To go with it, she selected a plain all-over hood in soft black latex, and short latex gloves.

She showered, towelled herself dry, and applied a lubricating lotion to her whole body, so the suit would go on easily and move against her skin as she moved.  She returned to the wardrobe and, biting her lower lip slightly, opened a drawer.  She selected a solid rubber dil-do. It was an unusual shape, the ribbed shaft tapering slightly from the bulbous head to the base, so that its tendency was always to pull itself in deeper.  It had a socket on the base which fitted onto a small rubber nub inside the crotch of the suit.  Yulya snapped it in place.  The advantage of having it attached to the suit was that, instead of being inert, it would move about inside her as she moved, and the suit moved against her body.

She stepped into the legs and pulled the bottom half of the suit up her body.  She guided the dil-do into her pussy.  She was already moist, and it slid in easily, making her gasp.  She pulled up the waist and wriggled until it fitted smoothly over her hips and buttocks.  Then she inserted her arms, pulling up each side until her shoulders were covered and her breasts neatly contained in their cups.  Apart from the delicate, shaped nipples, the breast cups were moulded from thicker latex, conical and pointed, thrusting forward and slightly outwards.  Yulya looked at herself in the wardrobe mirror with satisfaction.
She had attached a ribbon to the zip-pull, and zipped herself in by pulling it from above her head.  She reached round behind her neck, and  pulled the zip up the last few inches.  A steel staple on one side of the collar slotted through a hasp on the other side, then Yulya slipped the slotted zip-pull on top, and secured everything with the padlock.  She stood back and waved her arms around until all the wrinkles disappeared, and the latex looked like her skin.  She loved the feeling of being contained thus -  protected, and almost invulnerable.

She tied her hair back and prepared to put on her hood.  It was a single piece of moulded black latex, with a small face opening and a longish narrow neck.  She stated by fitting it on her chin, then stretching it over her head and gradually working it down until it snapped into place.  She rolled down the neck so that it covered the neck of her suit smoothly, pushed a few strands of hair back under the forehead, and plucked and pulled at it until it felt comfortable.  Her face from just above her eyebrows to just below her lips was all that could be seen.  She could barely hear anything, but that was the price she paid for being totally enclosed.

She sat down, pulled on a pair of fine, short cotton socks, and put on her boots.  She had thought very hard about which boots she should wear.  She had been tempted to wear her best rubber riding boots, so that she would be sheathed totally in rubber.  But finally she decided on something a little more – she hoped – scary.  Her newest leather thigh boots has cost her two weeks’ salary.  But it had been worth it.  She had had them made to measure, so they fitted her legs to perfection, and she had specified they come two-thirds of the way up her thighs.  From the crook of the knees to the top there were heavy-duty zips, the leather pulls attaching to studs just inside the top, so there was no chance of them coming open.  When these zips were closed, the leather gripped her thighs, adding to her sense of power.  The heels were moderately high, but not too narrow, so that she could walk anywhere with perfect balance, and the toes and heels were shod with steel, for maximum auditory effect.

All that remained was to pull on her gloves.  She spent an unnecessary amount of time squeezing air out of the fingers and adjusting the cuffs, purely because she loved the tightness and the crinkly sound of the latex.

She applied a little makeup, and marched out of her room and along the corridor to Shirley’s office.  As she approached Nursery 3, she encountered Debbie and the two malefactors.
“Yulya!  You look magnificent!  No-one without a perfect figure would have a chance of pulling that off.”
“Yulya smiled.  “I hope boys like too.  And what is this?”
She glanced at the two large babies, one all in blue, the other in pink, all togged up in their beautiful new heavy-duty outdoor plastic pants and their shiny matching bootees.
“Our new babies.  I’m taking them for a little drive, and maybe a walk.  I’ll tell you about it later.”
“They not happy?  Smile, babies.  Oh well.”

She knocked and entered Shirley’s office.  Mandy was there.  They both goggled.
“Yulya!  That suit!  It’s new, isn’t it?”
Yulya had pulled one side of her hood aside, so she could hear.  “Yes, Miss Shirley.”
“Gosh,” exclaimed Mandy.  “You look stunning.  I feel I should kneel down and kiss your boots myself!”
“Mandy, no.  Only boys have to do that,” she laughed.  “By the way, I see our new babies.  Very pretty couple.  Going for drive, I hear.”
“Ah, yes.  All the morning they’ve been complaining they want to leave.  So Debbie thought up a nice little plan.  After she’s unlocked your boys' zips, she’s going to handcuff them to each other, so they’ll have to hold hands, drive them to the next village, and leave them.  They have no money or bus passes – babies don’t – so if they want to come back they’ll have to walk.  And they’ll have to hurry to get past St. Mary’s girls’ school before the girls come out.  Mandy’s taking bets on what time they arrive back.”
“Very cunning plan.  I like.”
“Debbie’s full of good ideas.  Now, Yulya, Debbie and Anna will go to classroom 1 at two exactly.  The boys will be ready for you by ten past.  I’m curious to how they’ll react to your outfit.  But no doubt I’ll be able to see for myself later.  Good luck!”
 

[Sandra B]

118.
Debbie had rather to rush her lunch, because she needed to collect Luke and Max from the nursery before going to the classroom.  She marched briskly down the corridor the two of them in tow.
“You’d better come in for a minute.  I have something to do before we leave.”
“Where we going, miss?”
“Just for a drive to the next village.  There’s a pretty little park there.  We can go to the playground if you like.”
“Miss
please
no.”
“In you go.  Hello boys.  Glad to see you’re all punctual.”
The boys stared at the visitors.  Tyler’s face broke into a smile.
“’Oo are they?”
“This is Lukas and this is Max.  They’ll be joining the class next week.  Stand there and don’t move, you two.”
There was an explosion of laughter.  Luke and Max looked very embarrassed and self-conscious, but had no choice but to stand there in front of the class, the butt of some very unkind remarks.  Debbie, meanwhile, was attending to the unlocking process.  She had unlocked Oscar and Simon when she suddenly exclaimed,
“”Damn.  I’ve forgotten the handcuffs.  Where’s Anna?  Not here yet.  You two?  I need you to go and fetch something for me, quickly, while I’m unlocking the rest.  Can you do that?”
“Sure Miss Buff-Hopkins, no problem,” said Simon, happy to have the opportunity to be free, if only for a few minutes.
“Here.  This is the key to the equipment room.  Get me one pair of locking cuffs – one pair, that’s all – box on the left by the door – pink.  They’ll have the locks on already.  That’s all.  Don’t loiter and don’t touch anything else – or you’ll be in trouble.  Understand?”
“Yes, miss.  On our way.”
They slipped out and headed to the equipment room. 
“Did you see those two?  What a pair of pansies!  Wait till we get them in class.  We’ll have some fun with them!”
“Yeah, Sim.  Poor sods.  I wonder what they did?  Makes you think, though.  We ought to be a bit careful
”
“Here we are.  That’s it.  Let’s have a quick look round
  Here’s the cuffs.  Nice!  Gay cuffs for little pansies.  Hold these.  Just wanna see what we have here
”
“Shit, Sim!  Look at these things.  A whole box full of them!”
“Let me see
’ECD’.  Wonder what that stands for
whoa!  Not cool!  Put ‘em back!”
“Chain an’ straps an’ all sorts of shit
hey, what’s this?  Duct tape?”
“No, mate.  I know what that is.  Bondage tape.  Here, I’m gonna grab a reel.  No-one’ll notice.  Now lets get out of here
”

As they made their way back, Simon hid the reel of tape in his armpit.  They re-entered the classroom.
“Here you are, miss.”
“Thank you.  Yes, that’s what I wanted.  Well, I’ve unlocked everyone.  Frankly I’m not sure it’s a good idea.  However, I have to get moving.  Luke?  Max?  Stand together please while I lock these on
  There.  Now you might as well hold hands
  Go on!”
“They’re very pretty little babies,” said Oscar with a grin.  “Can’t wait for you to join the class, kids.”
“Ah, here’s Anna.  Anna, you can keep an eye on them until Yulya turns up, can’t you.  I have to get these two little cuties in the car.  See you later!”

Anna was carrying a heavy leather bag.  She commandeered a desk at the back of the classroom and began to unload her cameras.
“Is everyone here?”
“Marcus and Ben didn’t come in.  They must be sick,” said Tyler.
“Or wanking,” someone murmured.
“Okay, well Miss Shirley has asked me to record the lesson, so that’s why I’m here.  So I suggest you all be on your best behaviour and pay full attention to the teacher.”
“Oh, we will, miss, don’t worry,” said Oscar, with a leer.  “She’s definitely going to get our full attention today
”

The classroom door was soundproofed – the idea had been muffle the cries of pupils being disciplined – so no-one heard the approaching click of Yulya’s heels, and her arrival was both abrupt and stunning.  One moment the boys were relaxed, lolling carelessly at the desks laughing and chattering, the next they were sitting bolt upright staring open-mouthed at the latex-clad vision that was their teacher.  Yulya noted their reaction with satisfaction - and perhaps a little exhibitionist thrill.  She quashed the murmurs of admiration and lewdness at once.
“Quiet boys, please.”  She looked around.  “I see two students absent.  Okay.  Today I go over last week’s homework with boys individually.  In general I pleased you all complete it.  Well done.  But first I write next topic on board.  Please open books and write down first thoughts on subject.  Then later we discuss, and at end of lesson I set this week’s homework.”
She turned to the blackboard, allowed herself a smile, and wrote the word “FELLATIO”.

The possible significance of the word  for the next homework task gradually dawned on the class.  Muffled sounds of protest or disbelief bubbled up.
“Quiet please.  No talk in class.  You see Anna record everything you do here today for headmistress.  So take care how you behave.”  She looked at Simon and Oscar with a triumphant gleam in her eye.  But they were not looking at her face: they were staring helplessly at her jutting breasts and protruding nipples.  She frowned, disguising the delight she felt at their obvious discomfort.  “You two in front.  Eyes on books please!” she commanded, secretly resolving to torment them further as the afternoon proceeded.  She seated herself in the teacher’s chair, a rather old fashioned oak affair with arms - chosen by Shirley to, as she thought, add dignity to the position.  “Now, first I see
Dylan and Ryan.”
The boys came up and stood one each side of her as she reviewed her notes.
“Very well done, boys.  I award you eight out of ten.  I like you took task seriously
”
As she talked to Dylan and Ryan, Simon moved his head slightly towards Oscar, sitting next to him.
“I’ve got an idea.   Here, take this.  Put it in your pocket.”
He pulled a couple of feet of tape from the reel which was now in his lap, and whispered urgently in Oscar’s ear.  Oscar’s eyes widened, and then a broad grin spread over his face.  Then he stuffed a similar length into his own pocket, and passed the reel to Isaac. 
“Hold onto this, mate.  Stick it inside your tunic, and give it to me when I ask you.”

[Sandra B]

119.
It was a short drive to Tinkerton village.  Debbie parked in the one small car park.  She got out of the car, and made the boys do the same.  They held hands tightly, looking about them with trepidation lest they be seen.  Fortunately for them, there weren’t many people about.  They followed Debbie to the ticket machine.
“I don’t think we need long.  Sixty pence for thirty minutes.  That’ll be enough, don’t you think, boys?”
“Yes, miss, plenty,” said Luke, immensely relieved she wasn’t planning to make an afternoon of it.
She put the ticket in the windscreen.
“The park’s just round the corner.  There’s a play area and a cafĂ©.  Follow me.”
They did as they were bid, keeping close to her to avoid being seen.  Again, they were lucky.  One woman and a little girl in the park, that was all.
“I could do with a coffee.  Like a drink, boys?  Cans?  I’ll see what they have.  Why don’t you go and play on the castle?”
They stood there self-consciously, terrified someone else would appear.  The little girl was looking very interested.
“Mummy, why are those boys dressed as babies?”
“I don’t know, dear.  Why don’t you ask them?”
She came over, and with childish seriousness, asked,  “Why are you dressed as babies?”
“We, er
” began Max.
“Do you have nappies on?  I used to wear nappies, but I’m big now. “  She paused.  “Where’s your mummy?”
“She's at home, darling,” replied Debbie, returning with the drinks.  “I’m just babysitting them.”
She winked at the woman, who covered her mouth and smiled.
“Oh.  One of them’s a boy, and one’s a girl.  Why are you a girl?”
The boys were getting seriously flustered now.
“Let’s go play in the castle,” said Max.  “Look, there’s a turret up there where no-one can see us.”
“Don’t forget your drinks.”
“Thanks, miss.”
They hurried away.  Debbie turned to the woman.  “Is this your daughter?”
“Indeed it is.  Bryony?  Say hello to the lady.”
“Hello.”
Hello, dear.”  She turned to the mother.  “You must be wondering about those two.  They’re very naughty boys.  Their mothers sent them to a special school, where I work.  It’s called P & S – near Beckleyford.  We use various
therapies, to treat them.  Let me give you a card.  If you know anyone who might need our services, by all means pass it on.”
“Thank you.  I just might.  I’m Stephanie.”
“I’m Debbie – Debbie Buff-Hopkins.  But I’m sorry.  I have to go.  They’ve disappeared, and that’s my cue to leave.”
“You’re going to leave them here?”  She laughed.
Debbie winked.  “All part of the therapy.”
“Mummy?  Can I go play with the babies?”
“Of course, darling.  But don’t be rough with them, will you?”

Soon Debbie was back in the car and on her way back to P & S.  She smiled as she speculated on what adventures the boys might have on their way home