BDSM Library - Group Project

Chapter 1. The project

"I'm not working with that scar faced little runt!" Sarah Beckinsall declared loudly when she arrived late for the lesson, "You'll just have to swap me with someone else. I was at a prefects meeting with the headmaster and he kept us over time so I couldn't get here for the start of the lesson."

Miss Jameson stood and glared. Distaste written all over her face. All work and talking in the classroom ceased. All eyes on her, waiting for her reaction. Had it been one of the male teachers, Sarah might have gotten away with it but not with Miss Jameson. Everyone knew she wouldn't tolerate that kind of outburst, not even from a prefect, not even from Sarah Beckinsall. Her teaching methods were rather old fashioned, strict but she always tried to be fair. "Sarah Beckinsall," she said ominously quietly, "I cannot believe anyone, let alone a prefect, would behave in such a disgusting and revolting manner. I am ashamed of you and you ought to be ashamed of yourself. You are very fortunate to have been blessed with a good appearance and haven't suffered any serious traumas or pain, and yet you see fit to vilify a boy who has suffered greatly." Miss Jameson went on in like quiet manner for five minutes or more causing Sarah to shuffle her feet and go red in the face. Finally the teacher wound down her sermon with the instructions, "Firstly you will publicly apologise to Ben here and now and then you will join with him and Nancy to work on the group project you've been set. Come out to the front here, face the class and let everyone hear your apology in a clear manner and in just as loud a voice as your previous utterance."

Head down, Sarah walked to the teacher's desk and muttered, "I'm sorry, Ben." She saw the boy looking at her with tears streaming down his face. She saw Nancy Mayhew put an arm around his shoulder and thought, "Fat bitch. She's no better than he is."

"Is that all?" queried Miss Jameson. Sarah nodded indicating it was. "Then you had better see me at end of school today and we'll discuss it further. Now join the other two in your group and let's have no more of this nonsense."

The object of Sarah's derision was Benjamin Jones, more frequently called, 'Hop-along' or 'Kinky-cock' by many schoolchildren. At the age of three when his baby-sitter was answering the phone, he'd climbed out of a bedroom window and fell through a glass conservatory roof lacerating his body in the most horrific manner. Surgeons at Gt. Ormond Street Children's Hospital in London fought for weeks to save his life and they did, but Ben wondered many times in his early years, if they had done the right thing. Scars, which grew with him, covered his face and most of his body. The drugs he'd been given to reduce the pain severely stunted his growth so he was by far the smallest in his class and the multiple fractures in his right leg made it shorter than the left and caused him walk with a limp. Hence the cruel nickname Hop-along.

His other nickname was again derived from the accident. His tiny penis was badly cut by the shards and although the surgeons had restored it to full functionality, it had a slight sideways kink near the centre of its length. It was really only noticeable when it was erect but one day in the showers, a loud mouth lad had seen it and broadcast the news to his classmates who then gathered round to make fun of the lad. However, perhaps because of the stretching the surgeons did in his infancy, his penis was a little bigger than average and seemed even larger on a boy of small stature.

The surgeons wanted to do some skin grafting but his parents wouldn't agree to it. They thought the boy had suffered enough pain and the grafts would have to be redone as the boy grew. They also believed that his fall was 'an act of fate' and done for a purpose, a purpose that possibly wouldn't reveal itself until later in life. Throughout his time at school he'd put up with the taunts and gibes of his schoolmates. In the early years too, some were even very afraid of him because of his bizarre appearance and several times girls had run from the room, afraid he was a monster. All this made Benjamin Jones very introverted and, of course, the object of much bullying. In fact he rarely spoke unless he had to and then he was laughed at because of his lisp.

Sarah sat with her back to Ben. "What's this project all about then?" she asked Nancy. Nancy passed her the instructions.

"You are to design a bridge that will span a gap of 45 cms. between two desks and support a weight of at least 1 kg. The only materials allowed for the construction are: newspaper, glue and string.

The project is specifically a group one and the input of all three members of each team must be clearly seen in the design and construction stages as well as in the folder.

Marks will be awarded not only for the ability to support the required weight, but also for the aesthetic quality of the design.

A folder must be produced showing all your design ideas and source material. 50% of the marks will be for the folder regardless of whether the bridge passes the test."

"God that woman comes up with some pretty shitty ideas," Sarah commented quietly, noting the teacher was out of earshot.

"It's to make us think of ways round a problem," Nancy answered. "We have to think of ways to make a flimsy material strong enough to support a weight."

"It'll have to be pretty strong to support your weight!" Sarah sarcastically replied.

Nancy was indeed a large girl. Tall, buxom and when people were being kind they used the phrase, 'well padded'. Despite her size she was unassuming and quiet. Later, as they worked on the project, they became affectionately known as the Laurel and Hardy group.

"I think we ought to start by looking for a book on bridge design," ventured Ben.

"Who pulled your chain?" snarled Sarah. "I will take over the leadership here and Nancy can help and you can do any of the little jobs we think your puny mind and body is capable of Kinky-Cock." Tears rolled down Ben's face again.

Miss Jameson came over. "Is everything all right? She isn't upsetting you again is she Ben?" Ben shook his head.

Nancy looked directly at Sarah. "Yes she is Miss. Please put her in another group."

"You…" Sarah started.

"Sorry I can't do that now Nancy. All the others have started work." She turned to Sarah, "I shall have a few more words to say to you later young lady." She walked back to her desk and watched them from there.

"I'll get you both later," Sarah hissed.

Nothing more was said and nothing was done on the project until Miss Jameson came back. "Sarah you obviously believe you are better than Ben and can design and built a bridge to the specification without his help. Is that so?"

Sarah thought there was going to be a catch but said, "Yes."

"Ben, I guess you'd prefer to do the project without Sarah's input." Ben nodded. "What I am going to suggest is that you and Sarah have a little competition to see who can build the bridge that takes the most load. At assessment time, we'll test both bridges to destruction rather that seeing if they will take the one kilogram weight. Would you both agree to that?" Both said, "Yes, miss," in unison.

"What about me miss?" Nancy asked.

"You have a choice Nancy. You can choose which of the two you want to partner but once you've chosen, there's no changing back."

"I don't want her helping me," cut in Sarah.

"It's her choice."

"I'd rather work with Ben anyway, miss."

"Very well. Perhaps it will be as well if next time you and Ben sit on the other side of the room so you don't get accused of stealing Sarah's ideas." The teacher had a fair idea that the stealing might well be the other way round. Ben and Nancy might only be good 'B' stream kids but Ben was very practical with his hands and ideas. Academically, Sarah was a top 'A' stream girl but she doubted her ability to produce a construction that would hold together without help.

The lunch bell went and Miss Jameson called for silence before releasing her class. "Before next week, I want you to do some research on possible designs or design ideas ready for inserting in your folders. I know some groups have started to do this already but I wish to see further progress before next time."

"Thanks for siding with me Nancy," Ben said quietly. "Would you like to come to the library after your meal and see what information there is in there?"

"Sorry, the only book we have on bridges was checked out a while ago and various others have asked for it too." The librarian was apologetic, "Sorry we didn't know in advance that this project was coming up. You could try the main library in town but I've already suggested others try there so I wouldn't hold out too much hope. You could try the Internet."

Outside they ran into Sarah flanked by two of the rugby team. "Well isn't that piece of shit that got me in trouble with Jammy Jamie. You got Knockers Nancy to hold your hand Wimpy?"

"Leave him alone Sarah. It's your own fault. Get your own back by making a better bridge than us, otherwise we'll have the laugh on you."

"Heh Sarah, why don't you up the stakes a little?" Pete, on of the rugby players suggested. "Sarah, if you win, you get to put that baby boy over your lap and give him a bare arse spanking and I get to screw Nancy."

"No way," Nancy cut in.

"And if the wimp team wins, which I'm sure they won't," he gave a laugh, "Wimp boy gets to screw you in your bed for an hour."

"And I get to spank her arse first!" Nancy stated. Ben was surprised she was even considering the idea.

"Are we agreed?" Pete asked. Ben shook his head, no, but Nancy went for it and Pete, Sarah and her other friend decided it would be a laugh so they ignored Ben's objection.

"Why did you do that?" Ben asked.

"Because I'd like to see her taken down a peg or two and I think we stand the best chance. Sarah's a clever clogs and might do a super folder but the test is on the strength of the bridge. My dad's a civil engineer so I'll enlist his help and you're good at making things so we could do well. And maybe I wouldn't mind Pete screwing me," Nancy added with a laugh.

Chapter 2. Waylaid

"Mum, this is Nancy. We've got an important school project to do together on bridges. Can we see what information there is on the Net?"

His mother allowed him half an hour then his father would be in for dinner. She wondered quite what was going on. Ben never brought anyone home, let along a girl that was so much bigger than he was. "Perhaps he is getting on better at school now," she thought. They gleaned a little information but decided everyone in the class was probably sourcing the same material. "Let's hope dad can come up with something," Nancy said.

"I'll get you bastard. Because of you I've been suspended from being a prefect. You and Jammy Jameson. You just watch out or I'll give you one helluva hiding. And don't expect that big lump of a girlfriend to save you either." Sarah spat the words at him as they filed into class next morning.

He met Nancy at mid morning break but didn't mention the threat. "Dad says, can you come round this evening and he'll talk to us about bridges and the construction of them. He has this really old book with engraved line pictures that scan in really well. Only trouble is he won't let me on his computer to use the scanner but he'll do the ones we want and put them on a CD. I think he has pictures on there he doesn't want me to see."

Bob Mayhew proved a jovial man and welcomed Ben. It was he who first coined the Laurel and Hardy phrase for them. He went on to explain in simple terms the principle types of bridges and again promised to scan them for the folder so they could add comments as to their suitability. They decided on the Sidney Harbour Bridge as their prototype. "Your main problem will be to produce a tubular arch in newspaper. At the moment I can't think of a way of doing it but you might. Now I think it is time you went home young man. I'll give you five minutes to say goodnight to each other and then I'm pushing you out of the door. No standing on the hall chair, Ben," Bob laughed when he said it, trying to imagine how Ben would kiss his daughter.

Ben hardly turned the corner before a sack was thrown over his head and he felt strong arms carry him. He tried to shout but was quickly silenced by a blow to the side of his head. He heard a gate open and then smelled grass. He guessed he was in the community playing field. "Get his trousers off." It was Sarah's voice. Ben knew he was in serious trouble. "Give me his belt Jim." That must be Pete's mate thought Ben. His tears were already wetting the inside of the sack.

"Crack!" The belt hit his bare arse and brought forth a yell. "Gag him Pete," Sarah handed him Ben's under pants which were promptly stuffed in his mouth. "He knows who it is now so you can leave the sack off." Held down and silenced, Ben sobbed into the gag as Sarah relentlessly lashed the belt across his arse until he thought he couldn't take any more. "Turn him over boys. Let me have a look at the kinky cock." Sarah shone a small torch on it. It was still soft.

"They say you have to get it hard to see the bend," Pete commented. Sarah took hold of the flaccid cock and started to wank it and despite not wanting to, Ben soon became erect. Sarah slipped off her shorts and knickers. Take a good look Kinky-cock. That's all you're going to see of my cunt. We're going to make sure you don't win so you won't get that cock in me." She lowered herself until the tip of his cock was very close to her entrance and then she let forth a stream of urine. It washed over his cock and then she moved higher so the lower half of his shirt was soaked. The boys were laughing and joking at the sight. "Your turn Pete. I'll hold it for you." She did and directed the stream of piss on Ben's face and over his shirt. Jim's turn followed. Ben was now soaked with piss.

"Just so you don't think of going to the police or anything, remember we know where your girlfriend lives and there's a good number of boys who'd like to give her a good fucking." Sarah picked up the belt again and lashed it many times in a fury across his front catching his cock with frequent blows. He passed out.

When he came too the others had gone and so were his trousers and pants. He stood with difficulty and painfully made his way in the darkness to the gate. Fortunately he knew where he was and he would almost have to pass Nancy's house again. "I can't go there, not like this and yet my house is so far away. I hurt so badly. Perhaps I'll just lie here."

"Here he is!" Ben blinked as a torch shone in his face. "My God, what happened to you. You've been whipped and you stink worse than the school loos." Nancy's voice showed her concern as she picked him up and started to walk along the road. Other voices joined hers but they quickly faded to a blur. When he next came to, he was in a strange bathroom and Nancy was pulling the rest of his clothing off. He heard water running.

Bob and his wife came in. Ben was too out of it to be embarrassed. "Do you want a hand Nancy? I'm not sure you ought to be in here alone with a naked boy."

"Don't be silly daddy. Even if I was a virgin, Ben's in no condition to do anything." Ben tried to speak but only stammered a few words. In times of stress his lisp worsened.

"Your mum and dad are on their way. I'll phone the police." Bob spoke. Ben shook his head no. "Your mum phoned to find out how long you were going to be and I said you'd left ages ago. We went out looking and that's when Nancy found you. Your parents were looking at their end of the road." Ben tried to talk but only gobbledegook came out.

"Leave us please mummy and you too daddy. I think you're upsetting him at the moment. I'll be alright and you can leave the door open if you wish." Nancy lowered him gently in the bath. "You'd better kneel. Your bum looks pretty raw but I need to wash the piss off you and get it out of your hair. Was it Sarah and her boys?"

Ben muttered "Yes."

"And with her father being a chief constable or something, we won't get anywhere by preferring charges against her. She's a cunning bitch."

Ben's parents arrived while he was still being bathed and demanded to know what happened. Ben wouldn't answer. "What happened Nancy?" his mother asked.

"Sorry Mrs. Jones, I can't say. Ben will tell you if and when he wants to."

"I'll bathe him. It's not right for a young girl of your age to do that to a naked young boy." Ben clung to Nancy as if his life depended on it. Water soaked her blouse and although his words didn't come out clearly, the meaning was obvious.

"I still think we ought to go to the police. Others might get hurt as well."

"No Hilda, Ben doesn't want it. I think the trauma of the interviews might be more than he can stand. I think we'd better let them finish bathing dear," Dan, his father told his wife. "We'll only make things worse. Let's go downstairs and they can talk when they've finished." However, Nancy had other ideas. After she'd dried him and given him two painkillers and applied some cream, she carried him to her bed, There she laid Ben between the sheets and climbed in alongside him. When his parents arrived to see the pair, both were snuggled together and Ben was fast asleep.

"Let's leave them," Bob suggested.

"I agree," Dan Jones answered, "Nothing's going to happen and your Nancy's certainly big enough to control him if she wants to."

Both wives were more reluctant.

"Bring him some clothes in the morning," Stella Mayhew suggested. "There's no school till Monday and I think Nancy is the first friend he seems to have had in all his time at school."

"Let me take his wet shirt in a plastic bag out of your way."

"I'll soak it in a bowl of water and throw it in the washing machine with Nancy's wet shirt and stuff. It'll be dry by morning," Stella suggested.

"No! I'll just dry it and then if we need, we can have them DNA test it. I want to get to the bottom of this. I think he'll talk to me when we're home."

Sometime during the night Ben stirred, the pain was returning and he felt the need to pee but in trying to gently disentangle himself from Nancy's embrace, he woke her. "What's up Ben? Can't you sleep? Still sore?"

"Pain's come back and I need to pee."

Nancy turned on the bedside light. "Well you'd better let that rod that's against my belly go down a bit otherwise you'll spray the ceiling." she giggled quietly. "I'll get you another couple of pills and perhaps you'll go soft again." Ben blushed deeply when he caught a glimpse of her pubic area as she got out of bed, but somehow he didn't feel threatened or offended by her words. He did manage to pee but quickly became erect again when he climbed in alongside Nancy. She'd removed her night-dress and was now completely naked. Ben hesitated. He'd felt her buxom breasts through the material already but now they were on full display and if he…

Nancy didn't give him a chance. Grabbing his arm she pulled him into the bed making him yelp as his sore loins hit hers. "Ben," she whispered, "I know you're sore but I'd really like to feel it inside me even if you can't move much. You can suck my titties if you want." She took hold of his cock and guided it into her cunt. Ben gave another little yelp.

"Sorry, they hit it too and it's very tender… Maybe that's why it keeps erecting itself."

"Is it okay now it's in?"

"Ummn. Nice. I've never…"

"Don't worry about it Ben. Fuck me when you think you can or just lie still and let us cuddle." Nancy held him close; his head against her bosom; her hard nipple against his cheek. He only had to turn his head just a little and it would be in his mouth. However, it took ten minutes and many tiny movements before his lips closed on it.

Daylight filtered through the curtains when he woke again but the digital clock said only 5:56. Too early to get up. His face still lay against a breast and his cock remained inside Nancy. It felt nice and he wondered if he dared start to move it within her. Slowly he withdrew a little way and just as slowly went in again. It pulled his muscles but he didn't care. This might be the only chance he ever got to have it in a girl.

Nancy slowly became aware of his movements. The sensation within her seemed pleasantly strange and she guessed it was the kink in his cock that was rubbing the walls of her vagina somewhat differently to normal. She'd only had two boys and an older man before but that was enough for her to notice the difference. "That's nice you sexy boy," she whispered, "Can you speed up a bit now you know I'm awake? Don't if it's too painful." Gradually Ben was able to work up his momentum until Nancy climaxed and then, finally several minutes later, he did too. Nancy leaned down and kissed him fully on the mouth.

Two hours later he got up to pee. Nancy did too and for the first time he saw her completely naked. To Ben she looked like a voluptuous goddess. "Stop gawping," she laughed but her expression quickly changed when she looked at him. His arse and front were livid colours. "We'll shower and then I'll put some more cream on you. We ought to try and make that bitch pay for this."

Feeling a little better after the shower and now wearing a long disused T-shirt of Nancy's that came below his knees, they slowly went down and started breakfast. Stella and Bob appeared soon after and they all chatted amicably. No one mentioned how they'd spent the night. "What are your plans for today?" Bob asked.

"When I get my clothes, I think I'd like to go home and start on the project. I need something to take my mind off what happened. That is if you don't mind Nancy coming too. It's supposed to be a joint project. Dad's got a garage workshop with benches and vices that he lets me use. First though we need to think the design through a bit more and perhaps experiment with ways of making hollow curved arches. We may need more advice from you and I think Dad might come up with some ideas."

Hilda arrived around nine o'clock bringing not only Ben's clothes but her camera too. "Before you get dressed young man, I'm going to photograph your injuries so we have the evidence of what happened and I shall want the full story when we get home." Ben knew that when she was in that mood, she was going to get her own way. "Which room has the best light?" she asked. Hers was only a simple film camera but it took good snaps when the conditions were right.

Back in the lounge of his own home Ben sat on the settee with Nancy holding his hand. Hilda hadn't wanted her to come but there was no way she could refuse. She liked the girl but wanted to have it out with her son on her own. "The girl seems to know what happened so she might have information too. If he's told her then he should tell me. I'm his mother." Hilda argued with herself.

"Benjamin Jones, who did it to you?"… "Why?" … "What started it?" … "Do you know those responsible?" Ben remained stoutly silent. "Very well, if you won't answer me then I have no alternative," Hilda was becoming angry at his silence, "Nancy, please collect your things and go home. I forbid you to see Ben again and I will phone your teacher on Monday and refuse to allow him to continue with the group project. Ben you will go to your room and spend the rest of the day there."

"No, mum please. You don't understand. I can't tell you."

"Nancy get your stuff and go please." Ben's whole body shook and desperately he clung to her. Nancy closed her arms protectively around him. Hilda almost smiled at the incongruity of the sight. Ben was like a baby on her lap. "How am I going to force them apart? I wonder what's made them suddenly so close? What happened between them last night?" Her thoughts were interrupted when Nancy spoke.

"Mrs. Jones, please let me talk with Ben alone for a while."

"You got five minutes to make him understand girl. I'm his mother and I need to know what happened."

"It may take more than five minutes Mrs. Jones just to calm him down he shaking so much. May I call you when we're ready or when I have to leave?"

"No more than fifteen minutes and then I'm coming back." She went into the kitchen but left the door open so she could keep an eye on what was happening.

Nancy hugged and kissed him for several minutes without saying anything and then in a very hushed voice said, "Ben you know we have to tell her now, don't you? If she phones Miss Jameson she'll tell her about the problem with Sarah and little by little it will all come out, probably in front of the class or in the head's office. Just don't mention the bet with Sarah and her boyfriends. Okay?" Ben said nothing. It was too nice just to sit on her lap even if it hurt his arse just to sit. He liked the comforting feel of her arms around him. Eventually he murmured, "Okay."

Nancy started the story when Ben's mother returned but she didn't let go of him. She stopped at the point where Ben left her home and it was some minutes before Ben felt able to continue. Hilda was utterly shocked and disgusted and wanted to go to the police straightaway until Nancy pointed out Sarah's father was a high ranking officer at the station and would probably just file the case where no one would find it. "Well I have the evidence that it happened. I have the urine soaked shirt and photos. I'll take them to Happy Snaps and they should be ready in an hour and then I'll decide what to do. You two behave yourselves while I've gone. Just because you slept together last night, doesn't mean you can do it any time even if you are both old enough to consent."

For a while they just sat and talked first about what Hilda might do and then about the project although their minds were not really focussed on it. When Hilda returned earlier than expected, Ben was giving Nancy the grand tour of the workshop. "It's Saturday and the pictures won't be ready for two hours," Hilda explained. She went back later to collect them.

Chapter 3. The arrangement

"Hi Ben, Nancy." Dan greeted them when he arrived home from his Saturday morning stint at work as a maintenance engineer. "Where's your mother?"

"She went to collect the photos but I expect they weren't ready again. She's been gone a long while though." Ben went on to let him know what happened earlier.

Happy Snaps had them ready. "Please check these are your pictures madam," the girl behind the counter requested, "We had a little problem with the machine earlier."

Hilda opened the packet and saw her family pictures on top and then the ones of Ben underneath. "Yes, these are mine," she confirmed. Immediately a policeman stood at her side and took the packet from her.

"Please come with me madam." Hilda immediately protested but was first shown into an office and then taken to the local police station. In an interview room a junior detective started to question her.

"You admit you took these photos? Photos that show a young boy who has been badly abused."

"He's my son…" Hilda stopped realising the possible implications. Paedophilia; incest; abuse, neglect. Charges she wouldn't be able to refute easily without telling the whole story. She fell silent and the detective gave her little time to collect her thoughts before starting to ask more and more questions. Hilda didn't answer. The detective thought it was a sign of guilt.

"I wish to see Chief Constable Beckinsall please," Hilda said with some authority.

"I think you mean Chief Superintendent Beckinsall. He hasn't risen higher than that yet. He's off duty."

"Then contact him."

"Not necessary madam. I can handle this."

"I will not answer any of your questions until I have spoken with your Superintendent." It took nearly an hour of arguing before the senior officer on duty finally phoned Jack Beckinsall and handed her the phone. Hilda explained quietly why she was in the police station and mentioned it involved Sarah. A short time later she was in his private office telling him the whole story. "I have his shirt which is still wet with her and the boys urine and you can see the pictures. Even if you confiscate them, Ben's injuries are still showing badly so I can take more. You can no doubt use your authority to interview Miss Jameson and the boys and your daughter but I'm sure, you will like me, want to keep this from becoming too public but something has to be done to stop this cruel business going any further."

"I agree with you Mrs. Jones and I know only too well that my daughter is becoming a conceited and nasty bitch but I didn't think she was capable of anything like this. It's got to stop though. I shall certainly talk to her and get back to you."

"What are you just going to tell her to stop being a naughty girl?" Hilda could foresee a cop out where the girl would get off more or less scot-free.

"No, Mrs. Jones, I will look into it thoroughly and if I find your story is true, then I will deal with her. I haven't had time to think how, but I will. As an act of good faith, I will return one set of pictures to you but for the moment I am keeping one set and the negatives. They are evidence. I will contact you later in the day when I get confirmation of your story. I'll get a car to run you home."

When Hilda arrived, Dan had just returned from Happy Snaps where he'd been informed of the police action. "Seems your mother's action has sparked a police enquiry Ben. Just what you didn't want. I'd better go down there and find out what is happened." It was at this moment Hilda walked through the door.

Jack Beckinsall kept his word. He phoned and then met Janet Jameson at her flat and got her story, which pretty much confirmed Hilda's and gave him a little more information as to why the feud had started. He knew the boys played rugby for the Scorpions and would have a game that afternoon. "Sergeant, send a car to the Scorpions ground and bring in Jim Catling and Peter Lightfoot," he ordered, "Don't drag them off the pitch but bring them in discretely at half time or as soon as they come off the field." Luckily he already knew the boys names.

Under interrogation and presented with evidence the two boys confessed to their part in Ben's abduction and punishment. "We didn't know what she was going to do with him," Jim pleaded, "We thought she was just going to play with him a bit and in the dark we couldn't see too well how hard she was hitting him."

"I suggest you both keep clear of Sarah for the time being, as yet I don't know what charges Mrs. Jones will bring against you or my daughter or if I can persuade her to drop them. They could be very serious charges. It may help if you keep well into the background."

Sarah wasn't in when he arrived home so he was able to talk to Kathleen, his wife without interruption. She was horrified especially when she saw the photos and she remembered the stories and pictures in the local paper of Ben's accident. "What can we do about it Jack?" she asked, "If the Jones' prefer charges if would get in the papers and they'd have a field day playing up the beating of a disabled boy by a police superintendent's daughter and Sarah could go to jail or worse. She doesn't take any notice of me these days and now she has that allowance from her grandmother's legacy, she doesn't even have to ask for money. I know what I'd like to do to her but that's probably illegal these days. She ought to have her bottom welted like that poor boy."

"I agree entirely dear, but you're right, if we give her a hiding she could have us up in court. The whole business would come out then as well. We can ground her, but neither of us are here all the time to enforce it."

"So the little runt did complain to your lot, still I expect you can cover it all up." Sarah's reaction was more or less what her father expected when he confronted her.

"No, he didn't file a complaint. It was the photo shop when they saw the pictures of what you did. Take a good look at them Sarah." She barely glanced at them. "I said take a good look. They could be blown up to ten by eight's and used as evidence in court against you. They could appear on the front of the papers, perhaps even the nationals. All because you disliked the boy because of an accident thirteen or so years ago. He suffered then because no one watched him carefully enough, now he's suffering because of your bad temper. No, I may not be able to cover this up. I may not want to. Your mother and I are totally disgusted with you and have yet to decide on what course to take. Fortunately the Jones' don't want the publicity either but they do want justice done. I am going to see them again later to see what they intend to do and they will want to know what action I am going to take."

"It's all the headmaster's fault. If he hadn't kept us behind, I would have been in a different group. Jammy Jameson deliberately put me with him and that fat slob." Sarah looked truculently at her father. "I'm sure you can persuade them not to take any action, and there's not much you can do to me either. If you try to hit me like I did to Hop-along then I'll take myself to social services and you can try getting out of that." Sarah stormed out of the room slamming the door.

Jack sat until the germ of an idea began to grow and take root in his mind. Picking up the phone he arranged a meeting with an ex 'client' at a shady club.

"Good afternoon Rolly."

"Good afternoon Mr. Beckinsall. What can I do for you? You said you wanted to call in a favour," the club manager answered.

"Rolly I know this club just about keeps on the right side of the obscene laws and while it does, I tend to ignore it. I also know that behind the scenes you hold private meetings at various locations where those that can afford it, see things that go very much further." Rolly started to protest but Jack held his hand for silence. "Hear me out Rolly. It's me that wants the favour. I know that at least at some of the meetings, girls are given a whipping or caning. I know too that some do it voluntarily but you have to pay a high price for the privilege, others are girls their pimps think aren't doing enough or are cheating on them."

"Mr. Beckinsall if you are accusing me of these things, then I demand a proper interview with my lawyer present," Rolly interjected.

"Hear me out please. I don't want you to confirm or deny anything. Look at these photos." Jack passed him the photos of Ben knowing that, as so often is the case, many hardened criminals have a soft spot for children and in prison paedophiles have a very rough time of it.

"That's Dan Jones' boy," Rolly exclaimed.

"You know him?"

"Not really know him but Dan did several machining jobs for me some years ago soon after the boy finally came out of hospital. He was still a very young boy the one time I met him. Whoever thrashed the young kid like that ought to be strung up by his balls until they fall off. I can tell you that no one I know of in this club did it. That's for sure."

"I know that Rolly. I know who did it."

"You want me to set the boys to sort him?"

"It wasn't a him. I was a girl; my daughter." For a few minutes there was complete silence. "I see," Rolly went on, "You cannot take her to court because it will affect your position and you cannot punish her yourself without her screaming and accusing you of abuse. I think we might find a way round that."

"I've come to apologise to you Mr. and Mrs. Jones and especially to Ben, for my daughter's disgusting and terrible behaviour. I wanted her to come but as you might guess, she refused." Jack looked at them and at Nancy who sat with Ben on her lap. "Rest assured that she will be punished in the most appropriate way." He could almost read their minds. 'She's going to get away with it. He's going to cop out.' "I repeat, she will be punished but not for a little while. Please believe me on this point and for a little while it must look as if she has got away with it. It must look as if I have used my influence to shelve the case. I have no doubt she will be as spiteful as she can to you Ben and perhaps to you too Nancy. Don't let her goad you into taking further action yourselves. It will all be attended to in due course but not immediately and not in a way that can be linked to any of us."

"What did you mean when you said she would be punished in the most appropriate way?" Nancy asked.

"You will know when it has been done. Sorry, I can't tell you any more for now. I know it is a lot to ask, but please accept my word that she will not get away with the cruel things she did."

Nearly two weeks passed and as predicted, Sarah was her usual sarcastic and spiteful self although she did refrain from any physical abuse and from trying to humiliate Ben and Nancy in front of Miss Jameson. Nancy and Ben, with help from both their fathers made steady progress with the bridge construction and with cementing their personal relationships. Bob Mayhew suggested modifications to their designs and Dan helped with practical ideas for the actual construction. Neither did any actual work in making it and both were surprised at the enthusiasm they put into it. At Dan's suggestion they made three bridges so they could test parts of the design as they went along.

The previous weekend, Hilda had allowed Nancy to sleep over and turned a blind eye when she ended up with Ben in the guestroom bed. "They really are an odd couple," Hilda remarked to her husband, "And yet they seem so suited to each other. She seems so protective of him."

"Yet its Ben that's in charge when they're in the workshop," commented Dan. "She's quite nimble with her fingers despite her size but it's Ben that mostly gives the instructions and shows her what to do. He's had that much more experience of using the tools and things."

Chapter 4. Punished

"It makes a change for you to drive me to the Friday disco," Sarah remarked to her parents, "You feeling guilty or something just because you're going to have a dirty weekend away?"

"I just didn't want you walking there alone seeing that Jim and Pete have found other partners," her father answered.

"That was all your doing, as well you know. You bloody warned them off. Never mind I'll find someone else tonight that will see me home so don't worry."

"Phone the hotel if you are desperate to contact us. I put the number into your mobile under 'Hotel'." Jack pulled into a side street and watched as she made her way through the car park in the twilight. She never made it into the disco. Two burly men stopped her. One put his arms around her body and kissed her while the other injected knock-out drops into her thigh. To any casual observer it would appear she met with two friends and went with them into a people carrier with tinted windows.

Sarah awoke an hour later to find herself naked, blindfolded, gagged and tied to a bed. She struggled but to no avail. Her bonds were too tight. She lay still, frightened and crying and wondering what was happening to her. Ten minutes later a man entered, "Ah good, you're awake now Selina. I expect you know why you're here. Your pimp has told you often enough about not working and tonight you try to go to the disco instead of working Main Street. Your punishment will come later when they've finished striping Gloria's arse. She was getting lazy too." Shaking her head in desperation, Sarah tried to say something but the gag prevented anything intelligible coming out. "You just lie there Selina and rest. You wanted some time off didn't you? Enjoy it while you can." The man squeezed her tits hard and then fingered her cunt. Again Sarah shook her head violently but the man just laughed, "They'll get plenty of attention before you go home tonight." As he opened the door to leave a piercing scream came though. Beside herself with fear, Sarah wet the bed. It puddled under her, prevented from soaking away by a rubberised sheet.

Sarah tried to reason with herself. "If that woman screamed they must take the gag out, then I can explain they have the wrong girl. They must realise I am too young to be a prostitute. They won't really be intending to cane me will they." In her heart she doubted it was true. With her eyes covered, Sarah's ears were more highly attuned. Through the closed door came feint sounds of applause and a little later the sounds of someone sobbing and crying out as she was being dragged along passed the door. "Gloria? That means it will soon be me. I don't want to be thrashed or caned or whatever they did to her." Sarah's mind was in turmoil. She could not think of any way out except to plead when they took her gag out and if they were used to dealing with prostitutes it was unlikely she would be able to use her feminine charms to persuade them.

She lay listening and waiting, hoping for something to happen and dreading the thought of what might happen when it did. Her arse was wet and smelled from her piss, she cried into her blindfold and soaked it but still no one came. Suddenly the door opened and she turned her head towards the sound. There was more than one of them this time. "Look, she's pissed the bed," one remarked. It was the same man that visited her earlier; she called him growler from the sound of his voice.

"It'll just make the strap sting more and she'll have to lie in it again when we bring her back unless any of the clients want her," the second man said. Sarah just thought of him as Two. Soon she was free of the bed but her hands were still bound. They helped her to stand and when she struggled, Growler smacked her arse hard with his bare hand. "We're going to teach you a lesson and the more you resist so the sorer you will be," he told her. They led her to another room where Sarah knew from the warmth of the radiation on her skin, there were lights on her.

"Gentlemen, please welcome Selina," the MC started and when the applause died down and Sarah had been rotated a few times, he went on, "Selina is one of Phil's girls but she's been a bit tardy in her work lately and he's given her several warnings. Tonight she decided to go to a disco instead of working at her trade. Fortunately Phil suspected this would happen and asked us to make an example of her because several others were starting to do the same. He also very generously is allowing anyone who wishes to use her afterwards, to do so for half the normal price. I think he is hoping that twice as many of you will use her so he recoups the same amount of money." There was laughter at this remark. Sarah guessed there were quite a number of people in the audience. "As you can see she is one of our younger but still very attractive girls but I'm told she can be rather spiteful and doesn't like taking orders. Phil wishes us to knock this trait out of her as painfully as we can but still have her in good enough shape to get back to work by Monday. I've consulted our whipmaster and he suggested giving her body a good going over with a three-inch strap before adding a few stripes with the cane or whip to her arse and tits and even elsewhere." Sarah fainted. A small vial of ammonia was held under her nose. The MC went on, "That was an example of what I was saying. Even here she wants to sleep on the job." More laughter. "Truss her up."

Sarah felt her wrists being untied and then fastened well apart to a bar above her head. Similarly her ankles were pulled out and fastened. One of the men fixing her ankles remarked on the smell of piss. "Did she piss the bed?" the MC asked.

"Yes sir," Growler answered, "She was lying in a big puddle of it when we went to get her. We should have put a nappy on her." More laughter.

"Over to you now Mr. Whipmaster. Phil's not given any instructions on how many so I leave it up to you to decide when she's had enough or cannot take any more." Amid applause the MC moved to one side.

"They're not going to remove my gag. I can't tell them who I am. I can't let them know they have the wrong person. I can't tell them my father is a policeman and he'll track them down. I can't… Aaaahh!!" The belt crashed across the back of her thighs. The pain seemed incredible but she couldn't scream properly. "Harder, harder!" yelled the crowd. After a few seconds waiting it landed again a little higher up. Another muffled scream. She hoped to faint again but didn't. After another six strokes her buttocks were well and truly on fire. She felt so helpless, so full of pain she just wanted to die.

There was a pause. Sarah prayed it was over but without sight she could not tell. The crowd had gone silent too then a shout went up. "Whip her tits!" "Oh God no! Don't hit me there." Sarah tried to speak but it was to no avail. Although she couldn't see him the whipmaster picked up a soft quirt and brought it down across both of her tender mammaries. Sarah cried out and then started choking. Seeing this the whipmaster put the quirt aside to the accompaniment of a few boos. He held up his hand for silence. "Gentlemen, I am going to remove her gag. I hope your ears will be able to take her screams and pleas without causing too much distress. The lovely young tits should be able to withstand a good deal more pain without damage."

"I can tell them. They'll release me!" Sarah thought as she felt the tie around her mouth being released but when she tried to speak only a few hoarse cries came out. "I'm not… Aaaaahh!!" Before she could get a whole sentence out, the quirt struck again making her scream loudly. "No! No more! I'm not… Aaaaahh" Again the quirt struck. Her tender breasts danced with each strike bring loud cheers from the men in the audience.

The pain was incredible. Sarah knew she couldn't take much more of it and so did the whipmaster. "Gentlemen, I have made her arse and tits nice and sensitive for the attention of your hands now it only remains for me to warm the place where your cocks will enter."

Sarah felt herself being swung and realised that the bars she was fastened to were part of a frame and she was now head down with her legs widely spread and her cunt well open for the punishment it was to receive. "I'm not Selina. You've got the wrong girl," she yelled at the top of her still hoarse voice. It only made everyone in the room laugh. "I'm not Selina!" From the silence Sarah guessed the man was ready to hit her again. "You've got the wrong girl. My dad's a policeman. He'll…" Yet again the pain cut off her words as the quirt splayed itself across her cuntal lips. Three more followed in rapid succession before she passed out.

When the ammonia fumes brought her round, Sarah found herself lying on a softer surface and hands were refastening ropes to her wrists. The MC spoke. "Gentlemen, as I said earlier, Phil has agreed a half price deal for this beauty. Only £25 a time. Any hole. Unfortunately she pissed the bed in the private room but I'm sure most of you will not mind performing in public and vying with each other to see who can come the fastest. Do make sure you wear a condom, we don't know if the slut has been moonlighting elsewhere and has picked up anything." While he was speaking Sarah's legs were drawn back to her head and tied next to her wrists. Her whole body seemed one huge pain bag and she could do nothing to relieve it. She was utterly helpless and now they were going to rape her. Several more times she tried to tell them she was Sarah Beckinsall but no one took any notice. "Whose going to be first to put their hands in the wallets and come up with the money?" the MC went on. Sarah heard a flurry of activity.

"I'll pay the full price for first go," a voice shouted.

"Very kind of you sir," the MC acknowledged, "Please step forward and go for it but remember there is a queue of people waiting so no lingering." Sarah cried out as the first man entered without any warning and proceeded to fuck her hard and fast. Every time his loins hit her mound, a fresh jolt of pain went through her body but after a while her mind shut down and she lay almost still. Almost as if from outside, she heard the crowd encouraging the man inside her to do it faster or harder or differently. She lost count of how many had her until she felt a cock at her arsehole. "No!" she yelled, "Not there!" but the man just laughed and forced his painful way in. Two others did the same later.

Finally it was over. Vaguely she heard the MC saying thank you to the men for coming and he hoped they'd had an enjoyable evening a looked forward to seeing them at a future date. Sobbing wretchedly, Sarah wondered what they were going to do with her now. Would she be taken to Phil, whoever he was? Would she be dumped somewhere? Would they kill her? There now seemed only a few people left in the room. A voice she recognised as Growler's spoke. "Selina, I am going to put your blouse on now so I will have to release you wrists for a short while. If you grab the blindfold and get a look at me, I will have to kill you. If you behave, then I will dress you and take you home. Understand?"

Sarah hesitated and then stuttered, "Yes," realising that this was really her only option even if they couldn't possibly know where her home was.

"Don't even think of going to the police. You were photographed during your time here and these photos will go on the web for all to see and you will certainly end up here again for a more prolonged treatment that could leave permanent scars." During this Growler pulled on her blouse and then tied her wrists again and replaced her gag. Next she felt her tight jeans being pulled on and would have screamed if she'd not be gagged. Things seemed to blur again as she was made to walk supported by two men and sat in a vehicle. It seemed like the one she came in but she couldn't remember much about that. Sitting on the seat hurt terribly then the belt as it was stretched over her breasts caused even more pain. The vehicle moved off. Sarah knew she ought to try and listen for outside sounds but the pain was far too great to worry about such things. "Where are they taking me?" Sarah wondered. "I don't think I had anything on me with my address on it. Perhaps I'll be dumped near the disco and left to find my own way home."

"You sure this is the place?" Growler spoke for the first time since the car started.

"Deliver to 49 Rosehill Road, is what it says on this paper. Leave on doorstep and ring bell until a light appears. Signed Phil," his companion read.

"Probably Selina's home," thought Sarah. She felt herself being unbuckled and taken down a path, then the distinctive 'Ding-dong, ding-dong of Freidland chimes.

"Upstairs light on. Let's scarper," Growler murmured.

Sarah heard the vehicle move off. Scared but hopeful she would be all right, she listened intently to the footsteps approaching the door. The chain slid in place; a key turned and the door opened a few inches. "My God, it's a young girl," a man's voice shouted. A woman's voice answered and then another but Sarah could not make out what was actually being said but she hoped they were friendly. The chain slid back; the door opened, "Oh my God, what's happened to you dear?" he asked as he helped her inside.

Chapter 5. Reconciliation

"It's Sarah!" The voice she recognised. Nancy.

For the next hour, Sarah was bathed and her injuries tended to as best they could. Dan had tried to phone her father but got the answering machine. Sarah knew he would and her mobile was missing so she couldn't contact the hotel. She hadn't even bothered to find out where it was but she already suspected they didn't want her to know anyway, or at least her father didn't. Rightly she guessed he was behind her ordeal. How else would Growler have been given this address? She began to hate her father. But why were Ben and Nancy helping her? After how she'd treated them? Hilda had packed her husband off to bed again to keep him out of the way, but Ben insisted on helping and Nancy didn't discourage him. Sarah had been too concerned with her pains to worry when he'd brought hot chocolate to her in the bath and given her a couple of Anadin's to ease the pain. Why did he do that? After what I did to him?

"Sarah?" Nancy spoke, she and Ben were sitting alongside Ben's bed where Sarah was now lying on her side covered only by a sheet. Hilda had returned to her bedroom and they could hear her talking in low tones to her husband. "Sarah," Nancy spoke again, "We, Ben and me, want you to know that we didn't want this to happen to you even after what you did to him. We don't know how you came to be left here but whatever the reason was, we'll try and take care of you. We understand why you don't want us to tell the police but maybe your dad will do some undercover work or something. Anyway try and sleep now but leave the door open and we'll keep ours open too so if you need anything just shout and wake us up."

"Do you think this is what her father meant when he told us she would be punished without us being involved?" Hilda asked her husband.

"I wouldn't be surprised although I didn't think he would go as far as that. Or perhaps whoever did it went farther than they were supposed to," Dan replied. They both discussed it quietly until they drifted back to sleep.

It was a fitful and painful night's sleep for Sarah. At 4:30 she awoke again. The pain had returned and she couldn't seem to find a way to lie that was comfortable. Looking around the room in the light that came through the open door, she knew she was in Ben's bed, the bed Ben slept in and they hadn't even changed the sheets. Yesterday she would have abhorred the notion of even getting near it after his scarred body had lain there. Now she wasn't bothered. All that concerned her was the pain and the reason they had been kind to her last night. She thought to get up and go to the bathroom to see if the Anadin tablet's were there. Involuntarily she gave a little cry as her feet touched the floor and she tried to stand. Slowly she shuffled like an old woman towards the bathroom.

"You okay Sarah? Do you need anything?" Ben called out softly.

"I was going to look for more pills."

"They're in here. Nancy put them by our bed so we could get them quickly if you called."

Sarah could see him cradled in Nancy's arms. Nancy was awake now. "Come in Sarah," she said, "Do you want some cream put on. Ben found it eased him… Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Would you like some cream put on, it does help." She flipped on the light switch, illuminating Sarah's nakedness and the terrible marks on her body.

"Yes…yes please," Sarah answered quietly. Nancy threw back the covers not worrying that both she and Ben were also naked. "Bring the cream and pills Ben and then get her some juice while I help her back into your bed." A short time later, just as they'd finished trying to make Sarah comfortable Hilda looked in.

"Everything okay or is this the start of a nudist colony?" she asked.

"Go back to bed mum. Everything is under control again now."

Sarah dozed for a while and woke again. It was light outside and there were muted noises from downstairs. Once again her mind roved over the events. The kidnapping. Why did her father not take her right to the door of the disco? Waking tied to the bed. Pissing herself. Growler and the thrashing. The terrible pain and then the rapes. Cock after cock inside her. "Fortunately they all wore sheaths otherwise I'd be a right mess," she thought. "Even so, I'm sore inside there too." Then coming here. Why here. Why not to her own home? Or to Selina's wherever that was. Did scarface have anything to do with it? She looked down at her breasts and saw their vivid purplish colour and remembered seeing Ben's arse earlier and that was still showing some colour after two weeks. "How long will the colour last on my tits and bottom?" she wondered. "Why was he so gentle when he put the cream on my tits? It doesn't make sense."

Ben came upstairs wearing a robe. "How are you feeling now?" he enquired.

"How'd you bloody think!" Sarah snapped, her mind angry at what had happened and not being able to resolve her thoughts, was beginning to return to its old self. Ben's face fell and he fled the room. "I'm sorry..." Sarah called after him but was already halfway down the stairs.

Shortly after Nancy appeared "So Sarah you couldn't even be kind to Ben after all we did for you last night. You'd better get dressed and go to your own home. I'm not going to have him upset for the likes of you." Nancy's voice showed her anger. "Get up and get dressed."

"Nancy, please. I tried to say I was sorry but he'd already gone. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings again. I know you both must hate me for what I did but now I know how he must have suffered. I am truly sorry, I really am. I'll tell him so if you send him up here again."

"No Sarah, if you are truly sorry, you'll get up yourself and go to him and apologise. I know it will hurt but that will make the apology all the more real and meaningful. You think you've experienced pain but that's nothing to what that poor kid has gone through for a large part of his life and it's been made worse by people like you taking the piss out of him. We're in the kitchen if you want us. If you want to leave, your clothes are on the chair in the corner although I guess you may have difficulty in getting those jeans on."

"I think there's some sort of argument going on Dan," Hilda woke her husband, "Do you think we should intervene?"

"Not at the moment. Nancy seems to be in charge. Let her handle it. It will be better if they sort it out themselves."

A strange sight greeted Sarah as she hobbled slowly down the stairs. Ben was sitting on Nancy's lap and the two were kissing passionately. She waited until they broke apart before making a little cry to alert them to her coming down. "I'm sorry Ben," she started, "I really am sorry. I shouldn't have answered you like that. You showed me nothing but kindness since I arrived. I was just sore and bad tempered. Please forgive me. I'll do what I can to make it up to you."

Ben still sat protectively against Nancy. "Do you really mean it Sarah? Or are you just saying that so we don't send you away?"

"I mean it. Would you like to spank me? Would you like me to bend over this table so you can do it? I know my arse hurts now but I'll let you hurt me more if it will make you believe I am sorry."

"That won't be necessary," Ben told her, "What is necessary is that you keep your word long after you leave here."

"I will Ben, I promise."

Sarah stayed until Monday morning and then Ben and Nancy went to school. Dan drove her home where she stayed for the rest of the week. Her father feigned concern when she told him about her kidnapping and promised to look into it very discretely but by the way he answered, Sarah knew he would not do anything. All of which confirmed her suspicions that he'd had a hand in her punishment and that he might do so again if she didn't behave.

On the following Saturday evening she walked to Ben's house and took a bunch of flowers for Hilda and a wrapped box of chocolates for Ben and Nancy. Hilda greeted her and asked how she was feeling now. "Still very sore but I can walk better and even sit down if the seat isn't too hard. Dad says I've to go back to school on Monday." Sarah replied.

"Ben's over at Nancy's this weekend but they might come back in the morning to work on the bridge thing they've been spending a lot of time on. I'll give him his present if you like."

"No, I'll take it to Nancy's, thank you all the same. I ought to hand it to him personally.

Stella let her in and took her through to the conservatory where Bob, Ben and Nancy were discussing ways to strengthen their bridge design still further. So far it had easily withstood the one kilo weight requirement. Sarah caught glimpses of the structure before it was hastily hidden behind a chair and knew it was far more advanced than her own. She'd worked on the folder at home in the last two days but hadn't started on the practical work and there was only two weeks left. "Seems like you've been getting professional help," she remarked, but it wasn't said in a catty way. There was even a smile on her face.

"They're just using me as a resource the same as a book or the Internet," Bob answered. "I've not done anything towards the construction and I don't think Dan has either. How's yours coming on?"

"The folder looks quite nice and I was able to find nice colour prints of bridges on the Net but I really only have ideas on construction. I'm not happy with messy glue and stuff. I thought I would attempt a modern concrete design but maybe I need to consult a civil engineer for that. Are you available as a resource?"

"If you would like, I'll give you an hour in my study providing you do not ask anything about their design. I know you have this competition and it will make it a little fairer if I give you some advice too. You have less time to make it now. I'm not going to design it for you though, only help with the practicability of any ideas you have."

"You don't have to go through with the bet," Nancy whispered later when the three bridge maker's were alone for a short while.

"What are you afraid of losing? Or is it because Pete is not here to screw you? I can find someone else or he might do it as a special favour." Sarah's voice was light and cheerful.

"No," Nancy replied softly, "Firstly, I no longer have any desire to spank you and secondly Ben's my boyfriend and his cock is for my use only but we'll keep our bargain if we have to."

"A bet is a bet. Even with your father's help I'm not too sure I can win. I know I'm more artistic than you so should do well with the printed work but you are both more practical than me. Let's keep to the bet. Either way one of us girls will get fucked."

Chapter 6. The contest

"Now we come to the final two bridges," Miss Jameson, "And as you know the rules were amended for them. Their bridges were in competition to see whose would take the greatest weight. So far only two of the bridges the other groups have made passed the one kilo mark and one of them began to sag when the weight had been in place for a full minute. I've already seen and marked their folders. Sarah's was beautifully produced with lovely colour pictures and historical information." She held up the folder and flipped the pages for everyone to see. "Ben and Nancy's was very different in its content. The appearance is smart and neat with a little historical information and some beautiful line drawings of old bridges but the content is very much more technical with diagrams of forces and a mass of ideas for their project. It was very difficult for me to judge one against the other; one was a coffee table book, the other a technical treatise. However I guessed Ben and Nancy had some help with obtaining the information so I'm giving them 9.0 and Sarah 9.5. The difference is very marginal. Now we come to the practical work so may we now all see the bridges you have so carefully kept hidden?"

Sarah's emerged from its box first. It represented a single span concrete arch, quite graceful had the gluing of the paper been a little neater. Ben carefully removed the shredded paper from around their entry and showed the graceful curved structure. It elicited many cries of appreciation but looked very fragile when compared with the apparent solidarity of Sarah's. "There is no doubt in my mind as to which bridge is aesthetically the most pleasing," the teacher went on, "but maybe I'm a little old fashioned. Which bridge do you youngsters feel is the nicest to look at?" The majority plumped for Ben and Nancy's. "I agree with the majority then and I don't think I can give less than a ten for this lovely bridge," she said. "Sarah's is very pleasing in its way so I'm giving it an eight. It seems such a shame we are going to test them to destruction in order to find a winner. I decided to award one point for every ten grams over the one kilo weight the bridge takes before it fails." Before beginning the test she asked both groups for details of the construction used and then finally announced the contest. Sarah's very solid looking structure withstood 3.25 kilograms before some of the glue joins failed and it began to sag.

"Wow!" exclaimed Miss Jameson, "I certainly didn't expect anyone to get anywhere near that number otherwise I would have revised my points system. You have 225 points Sarah. Very well done." Sarah accepted the applause and gave her opponents a grin as if to say, "You try and beat that!"

No one believed the fragile looking structure of paper and string that Ben set up between the desks could possibly take a bigger load, no one that is except the makers. At home they'd tested a similar model to nearly twice that amount. "Start at four kilos miss please," Ben said confidently.

"Your sure Ben? If it breaks at that we will never know if it could have taken 3.30 and just have beaten Sarah's."

"Yes miss."

All the class watched with bated breath as their teacher put a two kilo weight on the pan and then another. The bridge stood firm. She added another kilo and it was rock solid. "Class," the teacher stood amazed, "I think there is no doubt as to who the winners are and because it is such a lovely thing I am not going to test it further. I'd like to display it in the showcase for a while. Congratulations Ben and Nancy." She shook their hands. "We ought not to forget the extraordinary achievement made by Sarah. Her bridge withstood more than three times the load of any others. When I saw it, I couldn't see anything beating it, but it seems all that technical stuff I didn't understand in the B and N folder must have paid off. Very well done to all three of you." She shook all the hands of all three again. Sarah then gave Ben and Nancy each a hug and said quietly, "I'll pay my debt." Most of the class looked on in amazement. Sarah Beckinsall hugging Ben Jones, that was unheard of and all the more surprising as the two groups had fostered the illusion of rivalry by their comments to each other during the run-up to the contest.

The teacher beamed, "I'm also very glad you seem to be friends again."

"Mother and father are out Saturday night so would you like to come to my house and I'll pay my debt to you both." Nancy told her there was no need but Sarah persisted even in the face of strong arguments from Ben and Nancy. They arrived early evening in the agreed dress of sweatshirt and pants. Sarah was similarly attired and invited them into her bedroom.

"I wanted to do this, not just to pay off my promise but to try and cement a little of the relationship we had while at Ben's home." Sarah started what seemed a little like a rehearsed speech. "Over the last two weeks, we've made it appear we were still hostile to each other in order to boost the contest. There's no need for that now. I used to hate to look at you Ben but since learning more about you, I know you are a caring and sympathetic boy who I have grown to like and care about. A month ago, had I been forced to let you screw me, I would have been ashamed and disgusted. Now I'm offering myself willingly as a sign of my friendship. My body at the moment is far from perfect. Nancy, you don't have to worry, I'm not taking him from you and this will be a one off thing while you are here to keep an eye on things." Sarah paused for a moment while the others fidgeted a little and Nancy put her hand on Ben's shoulder.

"Likewise Nancy, a month ago I thought you nothing but an ignorant fat slob. The events of the past few weeks have completely altered my opinion of you. I know how caring and protective you are. In some ways I do not regret my outburst although I believe indirectly it was the cause of my getting the thrashing I had. Now I think I like myself better and thus other people as well. Please think of me as your friend now. Please." Sarah laughed, "End of soliloquy. Come on let's get to the main event. We've all seen each other with nothing on, let's get that way now and Nancy can warm my bottom ready for Ben to do his business."

"You don't have to Sarah," Nancy said.

"I do and I want to." She lifted off her sweatshirt and showed her still marked breasts and then revealed her bruised backside. "Twenty spanks Nancy with me over your knees." Nancy had followed Sarah's example and undressed completely. With one hand she held her new friend tightly on her lap and rubbed the proffered buttocks with the other. Many of the strap marks were still clear, as were some of the quirt lines where the thongs had curled between her legs and spread on her backside. She felt Sarah flinch slightly when she rubbed a little harder. "Do it Nancy. Don't keep me waiting."

Reluctantly she started but didn't hit with any great power. Even so the buttock cheeks coloured and felt very warm by the time they'd taken twenty and Sarah was beginning to shed a few tears. Nancy rubbed them gently for a little while. She could see moisture glistening around her sex opening, "I think she's ready for you now Ben and you look as if you're ready for her. Do you want her on her back on the bed?" Ben nodded. He was in two minds as to whether or not he wanted to do this but once he'd entered, his cock soon took charge and he fucked Sarah steadily and, with the control and experience he's gained from Nancy, made Sarah climax twice before he came.

For a while they lay side by side on the bed, Ben in the middle being fondled by both women.

After resting a while, Sarah sat up. "I wonder what the next project will be? Whatever Jammy Jamie decides, I think we'd better do it together.

Finis

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