Chapter 1

 

James Kington's stepfather was the worst kind of sexual deviate. He had preyed on James and his two sisters from the very beginning. Oh, he never raped them but in other ways he twisted their minds very cleverly so that they had no conception that what he was doing to them was in any way wrong. Of course, as they grew older and mixed with other boys and girls, he tempered such conceptions with little riders that disguised the evil while implanting the notion that privacy and secrecy about one's home life were of paramount concern.

He fooled his wife that what he was doing to her children was all very proper but then when she died a few years later, he was able to give full rein to his depraved ideas.

He had always supervised their baths. This had seemed all right when they were all very little - even necessary, for a small child could easily drown in its bath, but even when they were in their teens, he justified it to her with the notion that a clean child is a good child and while she may have thought it a mite strange, he, as a regular church-goer and member of the parish council, Rotarian, etc, etc, etc, couldn't possibly be anything but upright.

He delighted in soaping down their young bodies and if his fingers strayed to places they shouldn't, certainly the children couldn't have known it was wrong.

Their punishments were always corporal and were carried out in front of his wife and the other two children - and with the miscreant made to strip off everything before bending over his knees for a sound spanking. The naughty child was then required to remain naked for the rest of the day.

After his wife died, the other two children were also required to be naked during and after the punishment although it now changed a little in the way it was administered. The guilty child, now a young teenager, had to lie down on a low coffee table and draw his or her knees up to his chest whereupon the man would grab James' penis and hold it, while spanking his taut buttocks with the other hand. If it was one of the two girls, she would have to adopt the same position and have her newly developing clitoris tickled while her bottom was soundly smacked.

The other two would have to kneel on the other side of the table, naked, with their hands clasped up behind their heads, watching as their sibling was spanked until their bottom was red and throbbing. Afterwards, all three of them would have to go about the house stark naked.

He also had a thing about physical fitness. Not only were all three of them encouraged to partake of all sport at school he also instituted a regime of home exercises that he conducted personally. For these, they were also required to be naked, although he dressed in appropriate shorts, singlet and running shoes. Indeed, he never let them see his body nor did he let them touch him in ways they shouldn't. In this regard at least, he had some sensibilities but that certainly didn't excuse his other bizarre behaviour.

The results of his insistence on their performance of athletic pursuits was that their bodies developed into near, if not actually perfect, ideals of young woman and young men.

There was one last desecration he perpetrated on their young bodies. In his depraved mind, he exalted their youth and so when at the onset of puberty, they began to sprout hair between their legs and under their arms, he investigated ways of permanently denuding them of what he considered an excrescence and then, having purchased the means of removing them, ensured all three of them would remain as pre-pubescent teens, even when they were almost twenty. In fact, the process was permanent and none of them would ever have any hair on their bodies.

To get over any embarrassment in the school showers, he told them to explain their difference by alluding to their genetic make-up - a late developer...

Naturally, their minds were somewhat warped by this more-than-strange upbringing but it didn't show. All three were achievers both in the classroom and on the sports field and were very popular amongst their fellows. They graduated early and the two girls eventually married and became successful mothers, their bizarre childhood being left behind.

But not James, he went on to Oxford and majored in political science. His stepfather had insinuated into his mind a desire to become a politician and the young man naturally followed - just as he had in every other of the older man's notions. It is perhaps fortunate that the evil man himself died while James was doing his last year or who knows what influence he may have had on the young aspiring MP. As it was, things were strange enough; but they might have been positively bizarre if he had lived on to influence the young man later on.

From his very early days at Oxford, he had joined the Conservatives and already showed signs of becoming the master debater and skilful politician he was to become. By the time he graduated, the grey eminences of the Conservative Party had already earmarked him for a safe seat. At age twenty-two, therefore, he was already an MP, one whom the party was going to base their hopes of a long period in office.

Notwithstanding his early success at university, he was still subject to the same disciplines at home as while he was at school, his stepfather having moved the family to Oxford so that they might remain together and so, while a senior teenager, James still had to present himself naked to his stepfather for corporal punishment whenever the older man deemed he needed it - as indeed did the two girls. All three were still required to be present when one was punished - and the other two as naked as the guilty party. By now, after years of strict physical training, a participation in all and any sports on offer and a good diet, not marred by junk food or fizzy drinks, all three bodies were the epitome of perfection in the human physique and their stepfather had reason to be sanctimonious about how he had brought them up, not for one second believing there was anything wrong (although aware that society - and the law - would not agree with him) with what he was doing.

He conveniently forgot about the sexual thrill he derived from inspecting their three naked bodies (and felt them as he still bathed them) or actively excited them as he spanked their delightfully boyish backsides.

James was a year older than the girls, who were twins, but they both married (twin brothers, as it happened) in a dual wedding and their stepfather saw the last of them. That left him with only James in the house but then, during James' last year at Oxford, he died of a heart attack and James was free of him at last.

Not that he thought of it in those terms. To the three children, their stepfather was not an ogre but merely a loving, if rather strict parent and none of them had any idea that his bathing of their bodies, even into their teens and beyond, the bizarre ritual of their corporal punishment accompanied by the enforced nudity for the remainder of the day and his fondling of their sexual organs during it were anything but perfectly normal.

In the girls' case, this faded away as they became involved in their own families but James was too busy with his political future to worry too much about sex and when he found it necessary to masturbate, it was always in private (of course) and to mental images of girls being punished corporally (and naked), generally in public and with a crowd around to watch their shame and degradation.

He didn't think this odd. To him, nudity and its concomitant shame went hand in hand with punishment and if he found it strange that society didn't follow his stepfather's ideas that thought never really surfaced in his mind - not yet anyway.

Indeed, when his stepfather died (and he had recovered from his early grief) he found the absence of the firm discipline in his life somewhat unsettling. He didn't do anything about it. He certainly didn't go looking for a dominatrix or anything like that but he did find it strange not to have the older man there, watching him, always ready to quietly order him to go and get ready for a punishment.

In this regard he had been fair. He never punished unless he deemed it necessary and if his criteria were strict in the extreme, nevertheless, all three of the children knew the rules and the consequence of breaking them.

James also missed his hands on his body during his bath. He found it strange to have to do it himself but this too he got over and now moved to the shower recess, finding it much more agreeable than the old baths and this aided his transition from bathed to bather.

He kept up his interest in sports, however, all through university and his handsome good looks and his body, as much as his keen political mind were the triggers that caught (and kept) the attention of the decision makers in the party.

At first, as a back-bencher, he was the epitome of everything a local member ought to be, seeing to the needs of his constituency, attending party meetings, scrupulously attending every meeting of the House, right through to the early hours of the morning and again the grey eminences nodded to one another and said this boy was doing well and was going to go far.

By the next election, he was a minister. Half way through the government's term, he was Home Secretary and when the PM retired half way through the next term, he was elected by the party to be its leader and therefore automatically prime minister.

He duly attended on the king and formed his own ministry.

It was then he began to put forward the ideas that had been simmering in the back of his mind since childhood.

He did it very carefully - and very well. First he secured the approval of the party leaders. "Gentlemen, this country is in a mess. Many decades ago we lost our pre-eminence in the world for reasons you are all very well aware of but ever since then, the standards of our once great nation have slipped until we now stand for nothing. Our people are fat and lazy and only consider themselves. Our morals are a disgrace and our standing in the world is at best third-rate..."

"What are you suggesting, James?" said the party chairman, a peer of impeccable lineage.

"I am suggesting we mount a three-stage approach that will be backed up by a firm hand. The first stage will be to correct the physical decline of the people. Healthy bodies beget healthy minds (one of his stepfather's constant reminders) and obesity is also costing the nation dearly in the area of public health care. I propose to institute a national get fit campaign which will be compulsory for everyone up to the age of fifty."

The grey eminences stared at him. Could he be serious, they wondered? If so, it was a thought dear to many of their hearts. Most of them had been brought up in the old school of rugby and cricket and the cane, in an era when fat boys had been derided. James noted their interest and passed to the second of the platforms he wanted to embark upon.

"The second stage will be to attack our out-of-control crime wave. In every area of criminal endeavour, from road rage to major corporate crime, our police are powerless and our courts too weak-minded to enforce what laws we still have.

"What I have in mind is first the creation of a national police force - a super Scotland Yard, if you like, properly funded and with training as good as any police force in the world. Then, we amend the criminal law to make guilty persons more answerable to the law and afterwards we close down every prison across the nation."

At this, his audience gasped and shook their heads in horror. "Close down the prisons!" exclaimed the deputy chairman. "What, do you propose to fine everyone?"

James smiled. "No, Peter, not at all. Indeed, what I propose is much worse than prison. Imagine local parks, perhaps those in the centre of towns and villages, each with a cage or cages set up in them. In these cages we place convicted felons, stripped naked to underline their status as criminals, there to languish while the people - particularly the young people - can come and stare in at them as evidence of what happens to criminals these days.

During the day they will be chained together - in the old fashioned chain-gang - and forced to work on local roads or some such project where again, everyone can come and stare. I suspect we will immediately have a decimation of criminal activity."

The chairman stared at him in admiration - tinged with worry. "Sounds top hole, old man, but we'd never get away with it. UN conventions, et cetera -"

"I think we will, Arnold. Oh there will be ructions of course but if we get the Americans on side first (and I know President Prayton desperately wants to do something about their crime wave), they will hold off world opinion until the count is in and when it is shown to be working who will argue?

Once the idea of such punishment is accepted, we then move to enhance it."

"Enhance it?" asked Sir Peter Digby, deputy chairman, whose already red face was now considerably more rubicund.

"Yes, Peter. For example, I have for many years been concerned that our penalties don't match the crime. What if we were to punish the perpetrators of assaults with an assault on their own bodies - say the cane to their buttocks, administered openly and publicly in the town square or for those who steal, take some of their own assets from them and give them to the victims."

"Wonderful," breathed Arthur Grey, Earl of Scarborough. He looked slyly at his young leader. "And what about sex offenders? Surely you aren't suggesting we have them publicly raped?" He smiled thinly at his own suggestion, almost as if he hoped it might come to that.

"Of course not, Arthur, although they would be raped - just not publicly. Those who might be invited to watch though, would be the victim and her family, the sentencing judge and certain suspected offenders who might benefit from seeing what happens to those we do catch and convict."