Author reserves all copyrights. No part of this story may appear in form at any operation which requires payment to access it. The ENCLAVE PART TWO Danny walked sullenly between the two women to the school administration office. People were looking at him, and he didn't like it. A few made whispering comments obviously about him. He also couldn't help notice the few boys he saw were quiet and reserved, even a bit sissy to his young mind. And they all wore those short cotton robes...even outdoors. Weird. His ten-year-old's notion of conformity, however, made him feel like the strange one. Halfway to the school complex, the four new fast friends ran up to join them. The first office they stopped at was the registrars. A few forms were filled out for both Kim and Dee, then they walked a few yards down the hall to the prinicpal's office. Ann told the boy to stand outside and not to wander. Danny was actually a bit relieved not to have to make a visit to the principal's office on his first day. As a rambunctious and ill-mannered boy, he had already had a few such 'visits' and he knew they usually came to no good for him. Ann spoke to her girls and asked them to stay in the hallway and watch Danny. This perturbed him, and the girls weren't very enthusiastic either, but that's what happened. The two mothers, Kim, and Dee stepped in and were greeted by the Principal, a striking woman of about 50 with silver hair. She introduced herself warmly and began to speak to Ruth and her offspring. "Kim? You are 11-years old, I see. What grade were you about to enter at your last school?" "Sixth." Kim and her mother answered simultaneously. The Principal smiled and continued speaking directly to Kim. "Well, we will start you there, then, since there is not enough time to test you. I must tell you that our school is quite advanced, though." Kim looked a bit worried, and Ruth spoke up. "She is very bright and was on the honor roll at her last school." "I'm sure she is. I want to assure you both that there is no shame here attached to being behind our cirriculum. We have girls coming here from all over the world with all kinds of educational backgrounds. We manage to accomodate them all and every effort will be made to keep Kim with her age-mates. Actually, many of our classes will have students of different ages as the girls progress more quickly or need a bit of time to catch up." Dee suddenly piped up, "You mean it's just a girls' school?" The principal smiled. "Well...I wouldn't say it was 'just a school' or 'just girls'. It's the finest school I've ever had the pleasure of working in. Our students happiness and progress are equally the goals we work toward." She paused and sipped her tea. "But, yes, it is a 'girls only' school. Boys have a different school where they learn to be good people." Little Dee seemed unfazed...even a bit happy at that pronouncement. Kim recieved the news a bit less enthusiasticly, having felt already the first stirrings of innocent juvenile lust for some of the boys in her old class. "Ruth and Kim. In a few days there will be pre-registration and orientation for students older than 8. You'll spend a few days...perhaps a week...spending part of the day in a special orientation for girls new to the ENCLAVE. Once you've completed that, you'll be able to join your classmates." Kim's soft smile returned. "I see you are staying temporarily with Miss Ann and her girls. Missy is a wonderful girl...a little older than you, but a bright student and quite popular. And Amanda is a dear. Full of energy and fun. I'm sure you will have a good time with them until you find your way around." "And now...we come to Dee!" the prinicpal smiled. "What grade were you about to enter?" "First!", little Dee giggled. "And I see that you are six-years old! Excellent. I think Miss Ann is capable to doing your 'new girl' orientation just fine." Ann smiled and nodded. "So you should be able to slip into things quite easily, I think." Dee giggled again, seemingly having the upper hand over her older sister. As the Principal began to talk to both of her new students about the many activities, facilities, and wonders of thier new school, out in the hallway Danny felt an intense wave of young-boy boredom overtake him. He glanced down the hall as Missy and Amanda were reading a magazine and saw a window. Nothing special, but something better to look at than the two-tone wall opposite the principal's office door. Thinking nothing of it, he took a couple of slow steps in that direction. "Stop, boy!" Missy commanded. He turned and looked at her with fire in his eyes. "What did you say?" Missy lept up and, followed cloesly by Amanda, sprinted to where he was. "You don't speak to me like that. You don't speak at all without permission. Do you understand?" At thirteen, she towered over his ten-year-old boy-body as Amanda planted herself between him and his apparent destination. Danny was fit to be tied. He fired up a hot glance and started to move past them. Missy grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to force him back against the wall. He took a swing at her, slapping her arm hard. Both girls grabbed him silently and powered him into place as he thrashed and kicked with all his energy. He didn't plan it, but his small balled-up fist found it's way to Amandas right shoulder, eliciting a sqeal of pain from the youngster. "I was just going to go look out the window, you ugly bitches!" he spat just as Ann and his mother, hearing the commotion through the door, came out. Ruth was mortified by his language, and embarassed again at his disruption of what had been a very nice meeting. It was Ann, however, who grabbed the squirming boy by his ear, leaned towards him and, with great control, said, "You were told to stand right there. You will obey me." Danny winced at the pain, casting his eyes to his mother for release from the grip of this strange woman. It was Ruth's turn at last. "You WILL learn to obey, little boy!" Danny began to cry, but forced himself to stop as a few female heads popped out of doors and around corners to see what the hustle-bustle was about, whispering and pointing at him. Again, he felt strangely embarassed. Ruth spoke to the Principal and asked if the meeting was over. The woman smiled and said yes...and added, "Now might be a good time to take the boy to the Head Mistress." Again, smiles. Then Ann took him by the collar and jostled him towards the back door. Almost instinctually, Ruth grabbed him roughly by his free shoulder and marched with her new freind. "Girls...why don't you show Dee and Kim around. We're going to the HeadMistress with this one. We should be home in a couple of hours. Don't be late." When Ann Ruth, and Danny arrived at the new building and entered, they went into an reception office. He read the words `Headmistress of Boys' on the door before being guided into the room. A very pretty, but business-like lady of about 30 greeted the women and they sat in chairs arranged in a cluster near the window. Three boys, one a teenager, one a little older than Danny and the other about his age stood against the wall in their short cotton robes. The woman greeted Danny and called him over to her chair. "Danny, I am the woman in charge of the boys in our school. I am going to teach you how to behave here. It's quite different from what you may have been used to. Do you understand?" Danny looked away and just nodded. He hadn't noticed a ruler in her hand, but he noticed quite well when she smacked his hand with it. He was stunned at first, but looked at her sharply. "Danny, when I ask you a question I expect you to answer it. And when I am speaking to you, I expect you to pay attention. Do you understand me now?" Danny gulped but managed a soft `yes'. Again she swatted his hand. "The correct way to answer is `Yes, ma'am.'" Danny demurred a bit, but reluctantly spoke the words. Ruth was, again, both stunned and pleased. "Danny, the first rule for boys here is that every woman is your boss. That is more than just a word. That means she is in charge of you and you must call her ma'am. Do you understand?" "Yes, ma'am." "Very good. Every boy here has a mother. What is your mother's name?" "Ruth." "From now on, you will call her Mother Ruth. Do you understand?" "Yes, ma'am." "Every boy also has a Mistress...kind of a `second mother'. Mistress Ann is to be your Mistress for the time being. Have you said hello to Mistress Ann?" Danny thought for a minute. He wasn't quite sure whether he had or not. Ann had seemed less interested in him than in his sisters. Finally he answered, "I'm not sure..." then quickly added the appropriate `ma'am' when he saw the ruler rise slightly. "Then you may do it now." The lady spoke, then waited patiently. Danny figured things out, looked towards Ann and said, "Hello, Mistress Ann." Ann smiled at him, and he felt good for a few seconds. "Very good, Danny. You learn quickly." She continued. "The second rule is also simple. When Mother Ruth or Mistress Ann or I, since I am Mistress to all the boys here, tells you to do something, you do it. Do you understand?" To Danny, it sounded like his mother's futile attempts at instilling discipline in him, and he knew in his child's mind the appropriate answer was to play along and answer `Yes, ma'am.' "Danny, take off your shirt." She ordered flatly. He looked at her quizzically...and was rewarded with two quick swats on his bare arms. He grasped the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it off quickly. The oldest of the three boys moved quietly to him and took the shirt. The woman pointed her ruler at his tiny, light brown nipples and asked him what they were called. The word had never come out of his mouth before, and he felt strangely naughty saying it, but he answered `nipples'. "Why do you have them?" she asked. Danny answered honestly...he didn't know. "Women have them, Danny.... Are you a woman?" He giggled slightly. "No, ma'am." Matter-of-factly, she slipped a hand into her top and pushed her left breast into the open. Danny blushed, but paid attention. Meanwhile, Ruth sat watching, fascinated and intrigued. "See? I have them. Do you know why women have nipples?" "Yes, ma'am." "Why, then?" "So they can feed their babies." "That's right. Mothers make milk and the baby feeds through the nipple. It's a very useful thing." She replaced her breast and continued. "Do boys make milk?" "No, ma'am." "Then why do boys have nipples?" "I don't know, ma'am." "Then I will give you a demonstration." With that, she drew Danny between her knees, locking her ankles in place behind his and began to swat his little buds with the ruler. The swats were not hard, but frequent and repeated and it stung. Besides being stunned, it really did hurt, and he lifted his arms reflexively to protect himself. The woman grabbed his wrists and placed them at his sides. "Don't move your hands. Do you understand?" Danny whimpered a little and Ruth began to move toward him, but Ann's hand on her arm and a gentle look convinced her to let it continue. "Yes, ma'am.", he crackled and kept his hands at his sides as the woman continued to gently spank his nipples until they were full of fire. All the while swatting the little nips, she spoke again. "You see why boys have nipples? For the same reason they have bottoms. Boys have to learn to behave and Mother Nature gave them nipples to make it easier to teach them." She stopped her swats and gently massaged the fire from them until they began to feel good again. "Doesn't that feel better?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Funny, isn't it. Same nipples, but they can put pain or pleasure into you. It isn't fair to only hurt boys to make them behave, is it?", she asked, almost rhetorically. "No, ma'am. "Now take off your pants." This time Danny was truly shocked and he made a slight move to extricate himself from between her knees. She snagged him by the waist of his jeans and yanked open the button and pulled the flaps open to lower his zipper. Danny struggled a bit, but she managed to pull his jeans to his knees in one motion. "I think you forgot the second rule...when I tell you to do something, you do it!" she said with more force than before. Danny was red with embarrassment. Ruth found herself smiling inwardly at the predicament her willful ten-year-old found himself in. "Now, you can stand there with your pants around your knees, or you can finish taking them off." Danny sniffled, but obeyed, and off came his pants, quietly taken away by the oldest of the three boys. He shivered slightly as he stood in just his underpants and socks in front of two strange women, three strange boys, and his own mother. "Now lay across my lap." Danny's eyebrows furrowed reflexively and the headmistress grasped him firmly by his elbows and shoulder and guided him across her lap. His body was stiff with fear. She placed a frim hand on his shoulders and behind his knees and settled him into position. Wordlessly, the boy closest to Danny's age came forward with a ping-pong paddle and handed it to the headmistress. "Now, Danny, I am going to demonstrate what happens to willful little boys who don't obey and behave themselves. Do you understand?" "Y-y-yes, Ma'am." "Have you ever had a spanking before, little boy?" Danny turned his face towards his mother, hoping she would explain that he no longer recieved spankings. The truth was that Ruth found it impossible to discipline her son. He had become so willful and obstinant that he wrestled and fought her everytime she tried to make him keep still for a well-deserved spanking. "I asked you a question, boy." she stated quietly but firmly. "Yes, ma'am" "Well, Danny. Here we practice two kinds of spankings. The first kind is for punishment for breaking the rules. You broke the rules by not removing your pants when I told you to. Isn't that correct?" "Yes, ma'am" "So that's the kind of spanking I'm going to give you." With that, she raised her arm and said, "You are ten years old and new to the ENCLAVE, so I shall only give you ten swats." She lowered the paddle quickly onto his small, upturned underoo covered buttocks and began to spank. Her strokes were firm and hard, and after only four, Danny reached behind him to cover his butt with his hands. "Danny...you don't want me to spank your hands, do you?" He though for a brief moment before answering no. "Then why did you put them where I intend to spank?" He had no answer, and removed his hands from his backside. "For that, I will begin again." 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 times the paddle found it's mark leaving Danny's backside reddened. He was screaming bloody murder after five, crying like a spoiled brat by eight, and visibly shaking by the time the tenth new blow landed. "Are you still paying attention?" "Y-y-yes ma'am" he blubbered. "Good. The second type of spanking we give here is not for rule breakers but for boys who haven't yet learned how to be good boys here. It's going to take some time for you to learn how to be good, so you should expect another spanking before the day is over." Ann grasped Ruth's hand quietly and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "OK, Danny. You may stand up." The Headmistress helped him to his feet and guided him once again between her knees. "Now you will take off your little panties." New tears formed as he still blubbered a bit from his spanking. Intense embrassment flooded him. He glanced quickly again at his mother. Ruth looked at him calmly, and with her eyes told him the direction his little underpants should go. "Please, ma'am! Please don't make me do that!" he sniffled. The HeadMistress smiled at him. "Little boy. You have nothing I haven't see before. Mistress Ann has a boy of her own. She knows what you have there in your little panties. Your Mother Ruth gave birth to you and bathed you. There is nothing there so precious that you are allowed to hide. You will learn to obey." Danny looked at her tearfully as she reached again for the paddle. But instead of bending him over her knee, she handed the paddle to Ann. "Go to Mistress Ann. You have earned another spanking." Ann took him by the wrist and drew him to her lap. Gently but firmly she leaned him across her thighs. Once again the tears and blubbering overtook him, but he was relatively compliant. Ann began a steady barrage of swats on his newly inflamed little ass. "I am going to spank you until you ask for Mother Ruth to take over." Ann spoke softly. Her blows were softer, but came more quickly than the HeadMistress' and Danny squirmed and erupted again with spasm of sobbing. Fire burned in his undercheeks as he struggled to find the words. Finally, barely understood in his snivelling, he said, "Mother Ruth, please take over." Ruth calmly reached out to Danny and, adjusting herself on her chair, guided him across her lap. Although years of unexpressed frustration at the behavior of her willful son and her own impotence to control him captivated her soul, she remained quite calm. Ann touched her arm and smiled. Ruth took her courage, and spoke. "I am going to spank you until you decide to obey." Swat Swat Swat...niether as hard as HeadMistress, nor as fast as Mistress Ann...but even more embarassing to him. Whimpering, he finally said, "I'll obey." Ruth released him, pushed him gently to the HeadMistress and said, "Go do it then." Danny got up with a little help from his Mother Ruth and stepped gingerly back to the Headmistress. She drew him once more between her knees and said, "What did I tell you to do, boy?" ""Y-Y-You told me to take off my underwear, ma'am." She gave him an unexpected swat on the arm. "I told you to take off your little panties." "Yes, ma'am." With a final sniffle, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pokemon underoos and lowered them to his knees, then allowed them to fall, and stepped out of them. The eldest of the boys stepped forward and took them away. Danny, although embarassed more than at any point of his young life, oddly expected a little praise. Instead, the HeadMistress placed his hands, which had been demurely covering his boyhood, at his sides, and began to talk with the other women, leaving him exposed, yet recovering. "Well done, Ruth." she commented. I know this has to have been difficult for you." Ruth smiled as Ann took her hand. "Quite significant progress you've made here today. I am sure you will do just fine. I like the way you let the paddle do the talking. So many new mothers of boys here feel they have to 'preach' while administering a good paddling. It's quite easy to accomplish any 'convincing' that needs accomplishing without resorting to a lot of empty words. They are generally wasted on little boys, although I sympathize with the catharsis that some women experience early on in thier responisbility." She turned again to Danny, who, although teary-eyed and shivering a bit, had calmed considerably. She looked down at his exposed little maleness and shook her head. "No...I don't see anything very special at all. All the same little dangly bits that all little boys have. Hardly worth three spankings just to keep it all hidden, don't you agree?" Danny blushed harder, "Yes Ma'am." "You learned to obey, though, didn't you." she asked flatly. "Yes, Ma'am." She took the ruler and touched his tight little scrotum, lifting a grape-sized testicle with it. Danny flinched, but remained stationary. "What are these, Danny? "Balls, ma'am." he managed to answer, almost surprising himself with how easily it came out. "What are they for?" "To make babies, I think, Ma'am." "Can you make babies with them?" "No, ma'am." "Why not?" "Because I'm too little, ma'am." "Yes. One day you may be able to make babies with them, but right now you cannot. So...do you just have them for no reason then? Did Mother Nature make a mistake by attaching them to little boys?" "I guess not." "You are correct. She didn't make a mistake. She gave them to you even though you can't use them yet for the same reason She gave you nipples you can never use. Do you remember why?" Danny's heart sunk remembering the spanking she had administered to his little nipples. But he steeled himself and answered that yes, he remembered. "Why was it that Mother gave you nipples?" "So it would be easier to teach boys how to act right." "I knew you were a bright boy. Mother gave you balls to make it easier to teach you how to behave like a good boy." The headmistress leaned forward and placed her hand near Danny's naked, little jewels. Danny cringed. She placed the tip of her middle finger behind the pad of her thumb and flicked it sharply against his hairless little ball-bag. "OUCH!", Danny cried out. "See how easy it is? Such a small part of you, and yet when it hurts, you hurt all over." She firmly flicked the other ball, then set up a pattern of softer, repeated flicks, which made poor Danny squirm in place and slightly sob. "I'll bet if I kept doing this, you would be a good boy in no time." "Yes, ma'am." Danny agreed, eager to stop the assault on his tender little nuts. She did stop. Again, the woman touched the small, soft, hairless penis with her ruler and asked him what it was. "My penis, ma'am." Was the answer. The woman laughed slightly. "We'll see whose it is later." Then continued more seriously, "Do you know what it's for?" "Yes, ma'am." Ruth smiled at his answer. It was hard to imagine her baby, standing there so hairless and soft had any real notion of its use. "Is it for peeing?" "Yes, ma'am." "Women and girls pee too, but we don't have penises. Why do boys have them and girl's don't?" "I'm not sure, ma'am." "Is it maybe something about sex?" Danny blushed. "Yes, ma'am." "This penis is soft right now. Does it ever get stiff and stand up?" she asked matter-of-factly. Danny blushed harder and fidgeted, but managed to answer that, truthfully, it sometimes did. "Why does that happen?" "I'm not sure." "Maybe it has something to do with thinking about women or girls? Or seeing them naked?" Danny fidgeted some more. "I think you know the answer to that question. This penis gets stiff when you think about sexy stuff. That's a good thing and nothing to be ashamed of. But that's HOW it gets stiff, not WHY. Listen to me good, Danny." "Yes, ma'am." "When this penis gets stiff, it's like standing up for a lady, or a salute for her. Do you understand?" "Yes, ma'am" "When it's stiff, it's like a handle for a woman or a girl so she can get hold of you better. Does that make sense?" "Yes. Ma'am" "That way, she can reward you when you've been good, not just punish you when you've been bad. That's fair, isn't it?" "Yes, ma'am." Danny admitted with a slight, odd smile. "It's every woman's job and every girl's schooling to teach you how to behave. When you are good, she needs a handle to reward you with." She continued, "But it gets stiff for other reasons too...not just when you think a sexy thought or see a girl naked, right?" "Ummm...sometimes...yes, ma'am" "Sometimes it gets stiff if you touch it or play with it. And then you want to keep on touching it and playing with it. Am I right?" She didn't scold Danny for his failure to answer...she knew boys very, very well. "Well, that brings us to rule number three. You must never, ever touch this penis or play with it without permission. Do you understand?" Poor Danny had only recently discovered the delicious sensations of masturbation. He had been taught that it was not a sin or anything to be ashamed of...just something to keep private. Now he was learning a new rule that took this private boy-joy away. He bit his lip. "Yes, ma'am." "Danny, if I gave you my books and told you to carry them for me, would the books be yours?" "No, ma'am." "It's the same with this." she said, touching the soft little prick with the ruler. "Mother gave it to you, but only to carry for her so that women and girls could use it to help you behave. Do you understand?" Danny's little mind was reeling at that notion, but he did understand. "Mother gave you a penis, but it was more like a loan. She gave you nipples you can never use. She gave you balls that you cannot use yet. Doesn't it make sense She could give you a penis and it not really be yours? Only a loan?" That puzzled Danny, but of course he answered yes. "I can see you are unconvinced. That's ok. You are only a boy. You don't have to understand everything now...or EVER, for that matter...but you must obey the rule." The woman relaxed a bit. "Danny, what are the three rules you must always obey?" Danny struggled, but remembered that every woman was the boss and he must always call any woman ma'am. He remembered that he must always obey Mother Ruth, Mistress Ann and the Headmistress. And, to his chagrin, he remembered he must never touch himself down there. "That's right, Danny. There are other rules you must obey in public, but if you are good, Mother Ruth or Mistress Ann may not choose to make you obey them in private. Mistress Ann will teach them to you and to Mother Ruth later. She smiled. "Would you like a new Robe now?" Danny brightened a bit, eager to cover himself. "Yes, ma'am." She motioned to the youngest boy, and he brought a robe to Danny who quickly put it on. "Do you know why boys wear robes?" "No, ma'am." It's so women and girls can do THIS!" she laughed, and yanked open the front of his robe. Danny realized then that under his robe, he was still naked. "Danny, there are rules that women and girls must follow too. You don't need to know what they are, but if you feel you are being treated badly, you must come see me. I am kind of like a priestess...anything you say here goes no further. Do we have a deal?" "Yes, ma'am" The woman told him to wait outside the office, and he followed the three silent boys to stand by the door. "Ruth, dear. I hope that wasn't too shocking." Ruth was silent for a moment. "I must admit, at first I was shocked, but then I realized that since he's been a toddler, I have never seen him behave so well. I still have reservations, but I have and will keep an open mind." "That's all we can ask of you. Ann will help you all she can...she's done this before a time or two." "Thank you." "Ruth, I will ask you to keep three guidelines in mind in dealing with your boy." "OK." "First, remember that you are not only his mother, but his Mistress. That is an awesome responsibility and you should learn and apply every technique you can in doing this job. Secondly, use punishment sparingly and wisely. Bad behavior must be punished, but not childishness. He doesn't understand the WHY behind all this, but he must learn to behave properly here. Learn to distinguish between lapses in memory and willful rebellion. And don't punish in anger, or damage him. Pain is necessary, but scars are not. Thirdly, use rewards sparingly as well. He mustn't expect a special reward every time he does well like a trained monkey. And, lastly, freedom to misbehave is NOT a reward." "Thank you, I will remember those." "Good day to you, then. Hasta la vista, Ann."