It was an eight o'clock, morning meeting and everyone waspunctual. The Sisters would tolerate nothing less. Thoughcasual wear was permissible at almost any other time, officialbusiness called for official dress. Everyone of the ladies waswearing tailor-made suits. This was the first time I was allowedto be present during one of the meetings, though my training wasnot yet complete. My participation was marginal. I was reallyonly there to observe, and at times, to be studied. One wall of the room was mirrored floor to ceiling. It madeit seem as though many more women there, seated at the extremelylarge, dark wood conference table. The opposite wall was mostlywindows; tall, wide ones with long heavy curtains. The curtainswere drawn open to let the summer morning light plunge in, soft-ened by ivory sheers. The enclosing walls were paneled. I was learning a lot watching them in action. Their mindswere keen. They worked together solving group problems, plan-ning, scheming, creating. Discussion covered widespread topics,from personal business accounts to how much salary raise to paythe cook here at 'the estate'. When the last item on the agendahad been addressed, Christine, president and leader of the clan,opened the floor to any additional items. Veronica stood up,"Yes, I have a bit of business to be considered by the Sisters.As you all should be aware, our newest trainee has contributed aman to the cause. Or should I say a boy? For he certainly hasbeen behaving as one. As a very naughty one. It's only fairthat he be present to hear of his offenses and to face his accus-ers. Agreed?" The table agreed with nods and low voices. Some of the morelax women eagerly sat up in their chairs, with slight smiles ontheir faces and bright glances to their sisters. They werelooking forward to this surprise agenda. The door opened and one of the many female estate servantsled David, by a leash attached to his wrists, into the room. Ithad been almost a full day since I had last seen him in theoffice with Constance and Veronica when he had agreed to theirproposal. I almost gasped when I saw him. His lovely dark hairhad been cropped very short, as a little boy's often is at theonset of summer. He was naked to the waist, except for the wide,black leather bands cuffed around his wrists. Each had two ringssecurely attached to them to be used in such instances as now,when his wrists were bound together in front of him. He waswearing loose, drawstring, black trousers and his feet were bare.Though clearly on the losing side of this battle, he walked inpridefully, and stood brazenly looking at the women in the room.If he wanted a fight, the Sisters would give it to him, andTHEY'D win. I knew. "Ladies, this young man fully consented to the traininghere. He also agreed to obey the rules. In only one day I havefound him idle a number of times. Not only that, he has willful-ly disobeyed the first rule, that of not touching himself to thepoint of orgasm. We all know that idleness leads to such behav-ior and he has made it apparent that he can't be trusted with hisown private parts. Besides the mandatory physical labor, shouldhe be further punished? What says the council?" Unanimously yeses circled the table. When it came to myvote, I tried to get David's attention, but he kept his stareahead and ignored me. I knew I could show no mercy because ofhow I felt for him, so I agreed. Veronica then grabbed him bythe chin and talked close to his ear, "Yes it is then. All thesewomen feel you should be punished for idly playing with your ownbody. You know the rule, your body is for their use only. Now,what should the punishment be? Hmmmm? Maybe your little friendshould decide since she brought you here and you're being such adisappointment to her." Veronica turned her cruel glance to me,"And how do you feel this naughty boy should be punished?" "Why," I stammered, suddenly aware of the spot I was in, "Ibelieve naughty boys should be spanked." "Just spanked?" she threateningly questioned. "A goodpaddling then? Councilwomen, what say you?" Again, Veronica controlled the crowd. They all agreed to athorough paddling. Then she did something I never expected.Gripping the leash tightly, she jerked David to face away fromthe conference table, pushed him forward so that he almost felland had to lean his hands on the edge of a bookcase against thewall for balance, and then abruptly pulled his pants down. Hisnaked buttocks was totally exposed to the room full of women.Veronica looked at me again, "I trust you'll do the honors?" "NOW, Veronica? Do you think this type of a behavior prob-lem can go unattended to? Spare the rod and spoil the brat. Thecouncil is waiting." I looked about at the beautiful faceswaiting to see David punished. I was embarrassed for him. Theyall seemed so delighted to see him in this position. I stood andapproached them. Naturally, Veronica had a paddle ready. I tookit from her and was surprised at its lightness though it was verysolid. I knew I had to scold him as he received the blows, and so Ibegan, "David, you know you deserve this. I'm disappointed thatyou couldn't control yourself for even one day. I hope thisteaches you a lesson." Then I lifted the paddle and swung,hitting his cheeks with a loud crack. The second hit was evenstronger. He withheld any kind of emotion and didn't cry out,but his ass began to turn red. My strokes were slow and deliber-ate. Every once in a while I would add a comment about hownaughty he had been. Finally Veronica's impatience got thebetter of her. She snatched the paddle from my hands. "Don't you realize he's a man? He behaves like a littleboy, but his body needs much, much more than those love tapsyou've been giving him. You can't discipline him that way.He'll walk all over you. Sit down, I'll deal with you later. Ithought I had taught you better than that by now." Veronica stood with her hip at David's waist, gripped himsecure with her left arm about him, and began paddling unmerci-fully hard and fast. In the position she was in, we all had fullvision of his posterior's increasingly angry proof of his disobe-dience, and Veronica's more than confident capabilities. Over and over she hit his bare bum. Her disapproval wasapparent, "Who do you think you are? Did you think you'd getaway with breaking the rules? Boys that misbehave get punishedand you deserve everyone of these spanks. You're a very bad boyDavid and I'm going to teach you how to behave properly." Thewomen at the table giggled and chatted to one another, remarkingabout the lovely shade of red his ass was acquiring. When Veron-ica had paddled David to the point that he squirmed in her gripand swayed his behind back and forth in front of the group, someof them cheered her on, telling her that he needed more. Hefinally reached the point of verbalizing his discomfort whichseemed to incense Veronica's fury even further, for she renewedthe energy in her strike. He begged and sobbed for her to stop. "Stop? Stop David? Did you stop when you felt your comerising in you though you knew it was wrong? No, you kept onplaying with that nasty cock of yours. So why should I stopnow?" She smacked him. "Why? Oh, please, please stop." I could tell that Veronica reached down to his genitals togrip him in this last disciplining effort. He groaned and benthis head. "What a terribly naughty boy you are. Turn around andshow these women just how bad you are." He straightened up, hisass marked with welts from the paddle and turned, head bowed. I was shocked. He had a wonderfully engorged erection, butno pubic hair. The transformation to well disciplined little boywas complete. I remembered the embarrassment I faced as a newtrainee, denied my adulthood amongst these powerful, eroticwomen. Naked as a child. I had never thought they'd do the sameto a man. Then I recalled the other embarrassments I had toendure that first day: the shaving, the complete bathing andscrubbing as my body was inspected by a stranger, and finally andmost embarrassingly, the most thorough enema of my life by anunmerciful older woman who insisted on the holding of the liquidfor intermittently long periods of time. I flushed to think thatDavid had endured it all too. Veronica then asked Christine, the lovely auburn-hairedpetite president to assist her. Christine fondled and masturbat-ed David as he stood in front of everyone, in front of me, whileVeronica inspected and tested the sensitivity of his backside.Many comments were made about his body, about his lustfulness andhow "easy" it would be to have him. More than a few mentionedthat they were sure to take advantage of his trainee position fortheir service in the next few days. In no time at all, he wasejaculating all the come that was in him onto the conferencetable. The council laughed out loud as his body convulsed andshot white gobs onto the smooth wood surface. "Well David, I think you've sufficiently embarrassed your-self for now. You can go back to your room." She pulled hispants up from around his ankles and lead him to the hall for aservant to see him to his quarters. When she came back to theconference, she thanked the women for their assistance. Seeingas there was no more business on the floor, the meeting wasadjourned. Veronica turned to me as everyone stood, "Clean uphis mess. That's the least you can do with your pathetic weak-ness." ÿ