Timothy

Part 3

Part 3



Mrs Grant smiled at her daughter and her friend Gail as they diligently busied
themselves putting the final touches to the room. The spare room, it's white
walls newly painted, had stood empty and unneeded for several years, until she
had had it painted just a few weeks ago. Vicki looked at the examination couch,
admiring the fit of the new white covers that the girls had sewn. The chromium
plated metal of the old stirrups that had been retrieved from the cellar
storage, now gleamed from diligent polishing and sported new covers to the
padded rests for thighs, feet and ankles. Shelves around the walls had been
filled with test tubes from the clinic as well as fleet enema bags. A pile of
new towels had been placed next to bottles of lotion and lubricants. Vicki
laughed at Gail as she held the rectal speculum in front of her and chased Susan
around the room, snapping the jaws of the shiny instrument as if it were going
to bite her friend.

"O.K. girls, I think that will do. I never thought we could have transformed
this room in so short a time. Perhaps your efforts were not entirely altruistic,
it is not every sixteen year old girl, that has had the opportunity to examine a
naked boy so intimately... would the thought of helping the nurse and myself
have anything to do with your enthusiasm?"

Susan looked at her mother, her face serious for a moment. "He is such a good
looking boy, his body is... well, er... perfect really. I just love touching him
and seeing him blush so modestly. But it is well... erm... an opportunity to
learn about boys and..." She thought for a moment. "Being in charge seems sort
of natural to me... and I know Gail feels the same way. I just, I don't know
why... like being in charge of a boy." She finished her sentence lamely, but was
immediately put at her ease by her mother.

"Most girls would be the subjugated ones... er in a relationship. I am glad you
feel like you do... I think Timothy is, how shall I put it, naturally
submissive... not a wimp." She smiled at the use of the word. "I think he could
be moulded to be... er. well... in the future... a wonderful and attentive
husband to the right sort of female. One that is stronger willed and yet loving
towards him."

Vicki smiled. "I probably haven't explained that very well." Vicki's look of
surprise was written all over her face as Gail spoke.

"I have to ask you this even though you may think badly of me. I felt really
excited when Timmy was being spanked by Hazel... in fact I wished that he was me
that was spanking him... Is that really wrong?"

Vicki looked at Gail and smiled. "No Gail you are perhaps one of those people
that enjoy the experience of spanking someone. It is not to do them particular
harm but has more sexual connotations. I assure you that it is widely practised
amongst men and women." Vicki smiled at Gail as she continued. "You are perhaps
more strong willed than most and are naturally more dominant, but I know that
you are kind and gentle too. So you have nothing to worry about."

Gail looked at Susan's mother and laughed.

"I will probably marry Timothy when he is old enough! I will make sure that he
is always sexually active and will punish him when he is naughty... even when he
is older... oh and I will let my girlfriends do the same." She smiled at Susan.
"He needs someone to look after him... and I think I will be the one. Not that I
am going to let him know just yet!"

Susan opened her mouth in wide surprise and then laughed uncontrollably.
"Gail... you dark horse. I believe you... I really believe that you will." She
continued laughing, her pretty face in wreathes of smiles as she thought about
what her friend had said.

Vicki was more reflective, she already knew that Gail never said anything
lightly, she also knew that such a determined girl would, if she did not change
her mind, carry it through.



Susan looked at Gail and said seriously. "I always thought that I would marry
Timothy, so if you are intent on doing it... you will have to share him." Gail
and Vicki laughed, but they both knew that she meant what she said. Vicki
suddenly looked reflective and spoke softly and seriously. "In that case I think
Timothy is a very lucky boy."



2





Hazel let go of Timothy's penis and kissed him once more on the cheek. "Now
stand up and I will dress you. I know you are going to behave yourself and do
what I say without hesitation, aren't you Timothy? So up you get and stand with
your arms above your head so I can slip this shirt over your head." Timothy felt
his face blush a deep beetroot red as he caught her eye. Her beautiful face only
added to his embarrassment as she stood up and took the tee-shirt and slipped it
over his raised arms and down over his head. The shirt slid down over his chest
and tummy but was held up at the front by his penis, which was standing out
stiffly. Hazel smiled as she took a firm hold of the turgid flesh and slipped
the shirt over it. The soft material covered his slim body right down to mid
thigh and apart from the telltale bulge of his erection it would not be possible
for the casual observer to tell whether he was wearing shorts or not.



Hazel stood back and looked at him. "I think we will leave your shorts off
Timothy, you are well covered and when your penis subsides you will be quite
adequately dressed to walk across to Vickie's house.... I mean Mrs Grants."

Timothy blushed and stammered as he looked up at Hazel. "er please Miss Hazel...
er..erm can't I wear my shorts?" Hazel looked at him, her face becoming stern.
"Now Timothy, remember what you have just been through..." She leaned forward
and raised the hem of his shirt, sliding it up over the cheeks of his bottom.
Timothy could not help but squirm with embarrassment and humiliation as she
bared his flesh. Quickly she slapped him three times... smack... smack... smack.
The palm of her hand leaving his flesh freshly reddened over the three stripes
already marking his flesh. He gasped and squirmed as she held him firmly by the
waist. His shirt had ridden up revealing his penis, which was still erect. Hazel
took a firm hold of the engorged flesh and squeezed it, holding him firmly as
she turned him towards her. "You forget your lessons quickly, you naughty boy. I
shall not tolerate any more disobedience, do you hear me?" He looked up at her
beautiful face, his lips trembling and his face blushing profusely as he
stammered his apology. "I am so sorry miss. Please... I will not disobey you
again... er..I... promise." He felt absolutely humiliated, so much so that his
body shivered as he stood before her. Her firm hold on his penis and her stern
look accentuating his extreme embarrassment and feeling of foolishness as he
stood before her.



Hazel could not help the sudden thrill of excitement that ran through her body
as she looked at the perfectly formed body of the young boy held captive in
front of her. His complete subjugation to her will had thrilled her more than
she ever thought possible. She looked at him intently, noting that even though
his face was blushing profusely, his penis was still hard and throbbing between
her fingers. She let go of him and pulled his shirt down over his throbbing
member. "Now come along downstairs and we will walk over to Mrs Grants." Without
looking at him further she turned and left the room.



Timothy endured the humiliating walk over to his neighbour's house. He was
trembling not just from the freshness of the cooler evening air, but also from
his embarrassment at being naked apart from the thin tee shirt. Although the
shirt covered him to his thighs, the thin material only seemed to accent his
nakedness. Hazel held his hand and almost propelled him along the narrow path,
his tennis shoes, which were the only other items of clothing that he had been
allowed, slapped against the paving slabs as they hurried to Mrs Grant's
cottage. Hazel was well aware the embarrassment the boy must be feeling, rather
than put him at his ease, she flipped up the back of his tee shirt as they stood
facing the front door of the cottage. She lightly tapped his bared flesh with
the palm of her hand. "Right you know what will happen should you disobey me,
don't you Timothy my boy? He could not help himself from looking round to see if
anyone was watching, acutely aware of the cool evening air upon his buttocks. In
consequence he received a sharp slap upon his naked bottom. "Stand still and
look at me young man, I will have no more of this." He blushed profusely as he
looked up at her, his lips trembling from the shame he felt. Hazel looked him
straight in the eye, her beautiful features stern and foreboding as she spoke.
"If you dare to defy me, I will strip you bare and put you across my knee in
front of everyone and let them watch me smack you until you are crying like a
baby. Do you understand me? Timothy looked at her, his face turning an even
brighter red. Through trembling lips he spoke, his voice soft and tremulous.
"Yes Miss Hazel, I w'won't disobey you any more. Hazel held his gaze for a
moment, enjoying the boy's acute embarrassment. At last she reached behind him
and pulled his shirt down to cover his naked bottom. "Right young man... I will
take your word, but you know your fate should you relapse into childish
behaviour."



 She stood straight and knocked on the door, smiling as she saw Vickie approach
on the other side of the glass pane. "Come along in, I have some coffee on the
stove and the girls have made me open a bottle of wine to welcome you, so
perhaps you would prefer that." Mrs Grant smiled at Hazel as she ushered her in
and then turned her attention to Timothy, who was looking down at his feet in
utter humiliation. "Come along in young man, the girls are in the sitting room,
why don't you go and join them, while I introduce Hazel to the nurse. Just put
your shoes here by the door." Timothy blushed as Mrs Grant mentioned the girls,
rather than just Susan. He knew that it must be Gail that was with her... and
the thought of being almost naked in front of both of them sent shivers down his
spine.

  Rather than wait for Timothy to reply, Mrs Grant ushered the boy to the
sitting room door and bade him enter. She then turned to Hazel leading her down
the small corridor to the kitchen. "Penny is the daughter of one of my friends
at the clinic. She is only seventeen, so she has only been nursing for a year...
mind you she showed no hesitation when I told her what was to be done." Both
Vickie and Hazel laughed as they entered the kitchen. Penny was standing by the
stove as they entered. Hazel immediately noticed how pretty and petite the girl
was. Her uniform was a crisp white tunic, which did little to conceal the jut of
her firm breasts or the narrowness of her waist. Her legs were bare below the
short tunic. As she moved towards them, Hazel could see that her legs were
slender and perfectly shaped; the smooth flesh betraying an athletic and healthy
glow aided by a light suntan.



"This is Penny." Vickie put her hand around Hazel's waist and moved her forward
as she spoke. "Hello Hazel" Penny smiled, displaying perfect teeth behind her
pretty lips as she moved forward and took Hazel's hand in a firm grip. Hazel
smiled back at the pretty young girl and spoke softly. "Hello Penny I am pleased
to meet you." The girls smiled at each other as Vickie handed them a glass of
wine each. "I think we will leave Timothy for a while so that I can show you how
busy the girls and I have been this afternoon, so if you would both like to
follow me." Vickie was laughing as she led the girls along the corridor into the
new examination room. Both Hazel and Vickie were pleasantly surprised at how
professional and imposing the room was. Hazel began to explore the mechanics of
the stirrups while Penny looked around the glass shelves noting the abundance of
instruments as well as the jars and bottles. "Hazel looked at Vickie, the
obvious surprise at the professionalism of the room showing on her face. "I had
no idea that you were so well equipped, in fact I thought you had retired from
nursing practice." Vickie laughed. "No I still run the district nursing group,
but we fetched this up from the cellar this afternoon... and although the
shelves and the lighting were fixed back into place after I had had it
decorated, the girls and I have managed to get all the rest ready after we got
back from the clinic. I didn't really expect to have it finished so quickly, or
that it would look as professional as it does. Vickie laid her hand on one of
the stirrups. "I cleaned the leather up and polished the chrome, while Susan and
Gail made the new covers from linen sheets. I think that it looks really well,
even though I say it myself." The girls laughed as Vickie held up her glass.
"Here's to our new examination room." They toasted their glasses before Vickie
led them back into the kitchen.



Hazel had observed the young nurse as they had looked at the new examination
room. On the surface she appeared to be a conscientious and capable girl, but
Hazel had a feeling that there was more to her. She decided to try and elicit a
little more information.

"Are you on a rota for home visits; forgive me for asking but I wondered how
these things work." Penny looked at Hazel, immediately realising the line of
questioning. "No we don't have a rota as such, but Dr. Ashcroft asked me if I
would assist her with Timothy... she thought I would be erm... more suitable."
Hazel smiled. "Did she indeed. Do you have an experience of handling young
boys?" Penny smiled, her expression near to laughter as she looked at Hazel. "No
I have had only a little experience but I think she felt that perhaps I had the
right attitude."

Hazel smiled back at the girl. She knew that from what she had seen of the
pretty Dr. Lucy Ashcroft, that she would certainly have been selective in her
choice of nurse, for such a delicate therapy.

Penny looked at Hazel and decided to be a little more forthcoming. "I would like
to know what has happened to him so far... and as you have charge of him,
perhaps you would give me a rundown."



The girls talked together, Hazel gave Penny a complete history of the day's
events and also her opinions about attitude towards Timothy. Penny listened
avidly, she was intrigued by the boy's punishment and what both Hazel and Vickie
thought was the best way to handle him for the future.

Hazel explained every detail of her own handling of her young charge, explaining
the rather embarrassing positions she had made the boy adopt, as well as her
verbal and psychological management of him. It was Vickie who told her of Gail's
long term plans for the boy. Penny smiled at Vickie as she spoke. "I think Gail
must be a very determined young woman already even if she is rather young. Do
you think she will change her mind on the subject?"

Penny was surprised at the confidence of Vickie's reply. "I would bet that Gail
will do exactly what she has said. I have never known a girl more in touch with
her own feelings, or as determined. Of course she has the added advantage of
being the only daughter of a very rich family. Their wealth must run into
millions and yet she has her feet planted firmly on the ground."









Timothy could not help blushing as he entered the sitting room. He felt horribly
aware of his nakedness beneath the thin tee shirt. The girls were sitting on a
large comfy looking settee while they watched the television set, both girls
were wearing the crisp white shirts and short navy pleated skirts of their
school uniforms. Their skirts had ridden up as they sat on the sofa revealing
their long legs, which were bared almost to the brief whites panties they were
wearing. As Timothy entered the room, Susan got up and walked towards him and
took him gently by the arm. "Poor Timothy, you do seem to be in a state... don't
be nervous, I am sure Mummy and the nurse will be gentle with you. My my... your
face is bright red... and you are shivering all over. Come with me and stand by
the fire until you get warm."

 Timothy blushed even more as Susan led him by his arm and made him stand next
to the open log fire. He could not help gasping as Susan ran her hand over his
shoulders and down his back. He gasped as her hand proceeded even lower, her
gentle fingers teasing over the soft material that covered his bottom. "Why
Timothy!" She exclaimed. "Haven't you got any underclothes or shorts on... no
wonder you are cold." Susan noted the boy's exquisite look of anguish as she
lifted the hem of his tee shirt and looked at his bared his bottom. He gasped;
"Please er miss... er please don't. Hazel wouldn't let me wear anything under my
shirt. Please er.. miss er... Susan."

 Ignoring his pleas Susan lifted the hem even further up his back as her eye
caught sight of the three red stripes, which delineated the cheeks of his
bottom. "What on earth are these?" She exclaimed as she bent over to examine him
closer. "Come and look Gail, I think Hazel must have given him more than just a
smack bottom. Timothy gasped as Susan turned his body towards the light of the
standard lamp, which stood next to the fireplace. She bent him forward pulling
his shirt further up his back so that she could examine him more closely. He was
acutely aware that his penis and testicles were now on show as he saw Gail get
up from the settee and move towards him.

 His face was on fire as the two girls bent him over even further so that he his
head was bent towards his knees. He shivered as he felt Gail gently stroke her
hand over the quivering flesh of his bottom. "Keep still and let me have a look
and see what Hazel has been doing to you. Oh dear.. it looks as though he has
been given at least three strokes of the strap. Is that what she smacked you
with Timothy... the strap?" Timothy was blushing so much that his cheeks were
burning. His body was shivering uncontrollably as he felt their hands exploring
the cheeks of his bottom. He gasped as Susan's soft fingertips deftly parted the
cheeks, exposing him intimately to their interested gaze. "Please er.. miss...
no more pleeease!" He managed to stammer as he felt the utter humiliation of
being bent over and his bare bottom being stretched and examined so intimately.



"I asked you a question!" said Gail as she smacked her hand smartly across the
cheeks of his bottom. "Did Hazel beat you with a strap?" Timothy gasped at the
sharp slap and shuddered with anguish, his voice almost a croak as he tried to
answer. "Y'yes miss... er... it was the strap.



To Timothy's surprise Gail's voice became soft and concerned as she bade him
stand upright and pulled him towards her. She laid his head gently on her
shoulder and put her arms around him. "Oh you poor baby, fancy having to have
your poor bottom beaten with a strap. Never mind my sweet boy, Susan and I will
make it better for you... won't we Susan." Gail looked at Susan who was standing
behind the boy. She lifted the back of his tee shirt up once more, pulling the
hem upwards until it was almost up to the back of his neck.

 She knew that his penis would be exposed and vulnerable to the intimate contact
of Gail's body as she held Timothy close. Gently she stroked her fingers over
the soft flesh of his bottom, her fingers trailing gently and intimately between
the cheeks. Gail heard his quickly drawn in breath at the further intimate
exploration of his bottom. She slid her own hand down his back until she was
able to caress his naked buttocks. "There poor baby, let's get you over to the
sofa and Susan will fetch some cream so that I can rub some in for you. Now
don't be shy just come and lie across my knees.



For Timothy it was all too much, he could not resist the tear that rolled down
his cheek or the burgeoning throb of his penis as Gail nonchalantly took a firm
hold of both his penis and his scrotum and casually placed the soft flesh
between her thighs. Both she and Susan helped lay the boy face down over Gail's
knees. "Right I'll leave him in your capable hands, while I go and ask mother
for some cream for his bottom." She smiled at Gail and winked before turning on
her heels and leaving the room.



Vickie and Hazel were not the least surprised when Susan told them what she and
Hazel were doing to the boy, instead they burst into good-natured laughter.
Vickie could not contain her merriment as she reached into the cupboard for some
body lotion. Hazel was still laughing as she addressed Susan.

 "You were not long finding the marks on his bottom. I am afraid that I just had
to punish him for his disobedience at the medical centre. Was his bottom still
red, or was it just the marks of the strap?"

 Susan looked at Hazel, her admiration growing for the confident young woman.
"No Hazel it was just the three marks of the straps. Did he cry when you
punished him... er. was his bottom bare when you gave him the strap?" Hazel
laughed at the girl's very obvious interest in how she had punished the boy. She
did not disappoint Susan with her answer, as she already guessed from her
actions at the medical centre that her interest in the boy was far from
platonic. "I spanked his bare bottom over my knee, using his tennis shoe as his
implement of punishment. After I had given him a sound spanking, I had him bend
over and grasp his ankles with his legs spread widely apart, so that he could
not clench his buttocks. I gave him three strokes with the strap. I am afraid he
couldn't contain himself after the third stroke and danced about all over the
sitting room, trying to relieve himself of the pain. I think that the strap hurt
him far more than he ever though possible. I am sure that, should he ever forget
himself, a timely reminder of the sting of the strap will soon bring him back
into line." Susan's look of admiration was not lost on Hazel as she finished
relating the details of Timothy's punishment. She placed her hand on Susan's
cheek and bent her head so that she could whisper in her ear. "You may find that
some day soon, either you or Gail may have cause to punish him. Just remember
that if you have a good cause to smack his bare bottom, that it must be tempered
with love and kindness. In that way you will not only gain his respect, but also
his love and supplication. Do you understand what I am saying?" Susan looked
intently at Hazel her face serious, but with a wistful, almost spiritual
expression. She spoke softly, her words slow and measured. "Yes Hazel, thank
you... yes I know exactly what you mean and I know that Gail does too!"

Vickie looked at her daughter and then back at Hazel, her expression was
thoughtful as she spoke to them. "Gail has said that she is going to marry
Timothy when he is older and that she will smack his bottom when he is naughty.
I know she may only be in her teens, but I believe she will. I have never known
Gail say anything that she did not mean, or ever break a promise.

Susan looked at Hazel and smiled at her. "Oh she will marry him, I know it...
but she won't be the only one smacking his bottom, if he is naughty... I will be
doing it as well." Hazel chuckled, knowing full well that was what Susan had
said, would probably happen, just as she had said. "Well I think you had better
go and see what, your very grown up friend, Gail is doing to my young charge."
Hazel laughed as Susan took the cream and disappeared down the corridor to the
sitting room.





Timothy could not believe what was happening to him. Just twenty-four hours ago,
he had been living quietly with his mother. He had been the man of the household
and had, for his diligence in looking after things, received a certain amount of
autonomy and freedom. Now he was laid face down and virtually naked over the
head girl's knees, his shirt pulled up to his shoulders revealing his bare
bottom and his penis and testicles, which were trapped between the soft flesh of
the girls thighs. He shivered once more as she gently stroked her hand over his
bared buttocks.

Gail looked up as Susan reappeared and handed her the cream with a look of glee
on her face. She kneeled in front of Gail and the naked boy, before settling
back on her haunches. "Sorry I took so long, Hazel was just explaining why she
had to smack naughty Timothy here." Susan placed her cool hand deliberately over
the soft flesh of the boy's naked bottom to accent her words. Timothy blushed an
even deeper shade of crimson, as Susan's other hand stroked over his shoulders
and then through his hair. She turned his head so that she could look at his
blushing face.

 "Now young man; Gail and I are going to put some cream on your naughty bottom,
so be a good boy and try not to move and make us spill it." Timothy could only
look at her in anguish and embarrassment as he felt cool liquid being poured
onto the small of his back and seconds later Gail's delicate fingers, as they
chased the running liquid down into the deep crease of his buttocks.

"Now relax your bottom so that I can part the cheeks, I need proper access if I
am to do the job properly." Timothy could only manage to grunt rather than give
a coherent reply, but just managed through his haze of embarrassment to relax
the cheeks of his bottom.

He felt a shiver run through him as Gail pressed her fingers firmly into the
pliant flesh of his bottom. He found it hard not to tense the muscles of his
buttocks as her hands explored his upturned cheeks, the fingertips of one hand
pressing firmly against his sphincter, while she almost lovingly caressed the
plump hillocks of his bottom. She continued, slowly and deliberately stroking
over the bared flesh of the young boy. She smiled at Susan, her expression, one
of triumph and satisfaction, making her friend grin with delight.

 Gail eased her fingers between his buttocks and teased his sphincter once more
before boldly sliding her hand down between his legs and cupping his testicles
in the palm of her hand. Susan watched as the boy gasped and raised his head as
if he was about to protest at this new intrusion to his modesty. Before he could
speak however, Gail patted his bottom and at the same time squeezed her thighs
together trapping his penis even more firmly. "Now Timothy don't jiffle about,
just lie nice and still until I am finished."

Gail was delighted to feel his penis suddenly throb between her legs. She knew
that it would not be long before the turgid member was fully erect. She glanced
over at Susan and raised her hand with her fingers positioned in the shape of an
'O'. Susan managed to stifle a giggle as Gail continued stroking the boy's naked
bottom.

"Does that feel better Timothy? Answer me now!" Gail spoke gently and yet
Timothy could here the firmness in her voice.

"Er... yes miss... er Gail. Thank you." Timothy was beside himself with
embarrassment, acutely aware of his erect penis and the pressure of her thighs
against his most intimate and private part.



Gail made sure that his penis was fully erect before she delivered her coup de
grace. "Right Timothy, lets have you up. Will you give me a hand Susan?" She
lightly slapped his bottom and put her hands at either side of his waist. "Right
up onto your knees.... That's the way. Timothy shakily got to his knees, his
embarrassment was almost palpable as the girls delightedly helped him up. He
quickly clasped his hands to his penis, covering himself as best he could. His
penis was so stiff that he had difficulty in pressing it against his body as the
girls manoeuvred him to a standing position. He fumbled with the front of his
shirt, tugging at the material with one hand, while trying vainly to conceal his
erection with the other.

He could not bring himself to look at either of the two girls. He knew that were
looking down at his groin as he finally managed to get the material of his shirt
safely over his penis. He immediately clasped both hands over his shirt, at the
same time pulling his penis tightly against his body. His modesty did not last
long as he felt Gail lift the back of his shirt and once more bare his body to
the prying eyes of the two girls. "Come around her and look Susan, his bottom is
a lot less red than it was and his skin is really nice and smooth after all the
cream I put on!"

 Timothy shivered as both girls leisurely examined his naked buttocks, their
hands stroking over his flesh as if he were a prize animal. Their inspection
continued in silence as Timothy stood timidly with his hands clasped to his
groin. He shivered involuntarily as Susan knelt down, her soft delicate hand
holding his thigh to steady herself as she peered at his naked bottom.

  "My... that does look better Gail, it must have been very painful being beaten
like that." She looked around from behind Timothy and addressed him directly.
"Look at me Timothy, did she hurt you when she beat you with the strap? Did she
make you take your trousers down and then spank your bare bottom? It must have
been a traumatic and humbling experience for you... did she make you shed real
tears?" Timothy blushed, the colour suffused not only his trembling cheeks but
also spread across his chest too! He was beside himself with embarrassment as he
struggled to turn his head and answer her.

 "Er.. yes miss." He stammered. "She beat me with the strap er... miss... er um
like I am now miss.. with er.. no covering." His embarrassment deepened as he
felt Susan lazily trace her delicate fingers over the welts on his bottom. "You
mean that she spanked your bare bottom... and did you cry?"

"Yes miss... it really hurt and er I... I cried." Susan could see that Timothy
was not far off from crying once more. She could see his bottom lip trembling
quite visibly and that his eyes were already glistening with tears. Susan waited
for Timothy to turn his head back to the front before she looked at Gail and
made a face as if she was about to cry, while pointing at the boy. Gail
immediately took the hint and reluctantly stopped stroking the boy's bottom.
Susan also took her hands away and straightened up, letting the boy's shirt fall
back down over the cheeks of his bottom. "Come and sit down Timothy, and we'll
watch the television until the nurse needs you."







Penny smoothed her hands down the crisp white nurses uniform she was wearing.
She had deliberately left the last two buttons of her tunic undone allowing her
tanned thighs to slip easily through the fine cotton. She tightened her
waistband, further accenting the jut of her young breasts and the narrowness of
her waist as she approached the bathroom. Her shiny black hair, cut severely to
her jaw line, moved smoothly as if in two wings, accenting her pretty features
and contrasting with the deep red of her lipstick.

She had thought long and hard about the situation she found herself in as she
busied herself in the large old-fashioned bathroom of the cottage. She had laid
out the two large fleet enema bags and several jars and tubes of creams and
lubricants on one of the two old tables, which were situated against the white
tiled wall near the doorway. She had moved the second table, a larger sturdy oak
Longman, by dragging it across the tiled floor to the centre of the room. On top
of this she had laid several fluffy bath towels, which now covered the top,
making a soft padded surface.

She knew she had handled herself well, while talking to both Vickie Grant and
Hazel. Her only surprise had been at her own attitude. She had felt rather
excited rather than shocked, and now, as she examined her thoughts, she realised
that perhaps her own feelings and predilections were very much closer to that of
Hazel and Vickie. Although she was young, Penny had already experienced the
power that her uniform and position had brought her. Of course she had gone
through the menial tasks that all nurses go through. The drudgery of emptying
bedpans, making beds, running errands at the beck and call of senior sisters and
matrons, had been carried out willingly and with a smile and her attitude had
certainly brought its own rewards. Her very first position had been at the local
schools, assisting the retiring doctor at the annual medicals. Rather than blush
in confusion, as some young girls might have, she had adopted a firm and brusque
attitude as she had looked upon the line of naked young boys lined up ready to
be examined. She had enjoyed their embarrassment as they had been made to stand
in front of her desk while she filled in their medical forms. She had been
intrigued by the variety of male bodies and the embarrassed way that they had
held their hands in front of their genitals. As the day progressed, she had
enjoyed making them blush even more, by looking directly at their genitals as
she filled in the forms.

Now, as she surveyed the bathroom, she knew that she was to experience something
that she had always wanted; she would, with full authority from her superiors,
intimately handle a young boy and eventually force him to ejaculate! His body
would be hers, to explore and manipulate, as she wanted; no protest or defiance
would spare him from her ministrations.

Leaving the bathroom and heading towards the sitting room, she wondered whether
he would be as good looking as Vickie and Hazel had described him to her. As she
entered the room and walked towards him, her heart thrilled at the sight of his
young body as he stood humbly by the fireplace. He is perfect in every detail,
Penny thought as she moved towards him. She could see that he was trembling with
embarrassment as she moved to take his hand in hers. His face was bright red,
the blush suffusing both his cheeks and neck as he looked towards her. Penny was
surprised at the firmness of her own voice as she spoke to the young boy. "Well
Peter, lets have you into the bathroom so that I can take care of you." Penny
was rewarded by a deepening of the bright red flush to his cheeks and the
humiliation she saw in his eyes before he quickly dropped his head and meekly
allowed her to escort him to the bathroom. Penny felt the trembling in his body
as she held his wrist. Gail spoke to him as he left the room. "Now you be a good
boy Peter and do as the nurse says."

Penny could not have wished for a more docile subject as she led him into the
bathroom and firmly shut the door behind them. She turned towards him and put
both of the palms of her hands gently against either side of his cheeks. She
could feel that his cheeks were burning with embarrassment as she raised his
head so that he could not avoid looking at her. "Now young man... I am going to
give you an enema so that you are nice and clean inside. Let's have this shirt
off... so just raise your arms above your head there's a good boy."

He was trembling with embarrassment as he looked into her face. His
embarrassment was multiplied tenfold by her prettiness and the fact that she was
only a couple of years older than himself. His natural modesty added further to
his humiliation, as he stood before her, knowing that he was about to be
stripped naked.



Timothy looked horrified as Penny briskly took hold of his wrists and raised his
arms. "Now just stand still." She took the hem of his tee shirt and without
preamble deftly lifted it up over his hips and upwards, baring his chest as she
pulled it over his head. "Right slip your arms out and put it on the chair
behind you, then come and bend over this table." Timothy was relieved as he
noticed that Penny had not looked down at his penis and testicles, but had
turned away from him and busied herself with the equipment that she had placed
on the second table.



 Timothy quickly put his tee shirt over the back of the chair and moved towards
the table, clasping his hands over his genitals. Penny turned towards him,
smiling as she saw his cowering stance and the clutching of his hands between
his legs as he shuffled rather than walked towards the table.

 "Right young man... over you go!" She pulled his hands away from his body and
carefully positioned him so that his head was laid flat against the towels with
his face turned towards her and his hands stretched out along the length of the
table.



"Oh dear Timothy, my you must have been very naughty to have had to be punished
like that. I can see three distinct marks... what on earth did you do to deserve
it?



Timothy wished that he could disappear through a hole in the floor; such was his
utter dismay as the young nurse waited for his reply.



He shuddered as he felt her soft hands gently touch his bottom, her fingertips
fluttering lightly over his sensitive flesh.

"Well aren't you going to answer me? I shall certainly not have any hesitation
in smacking a naughty boy on his bare bottom if he doesn't do what he is told."
Timothy blushed profusely as she lifted a hand from his bottom and smacked him
lightly across the tender cheeks of his buttocks.



"Er erm... I was embarrassed about erm... er... getting undressed at the...erm
medical centre." Penny smiled to herself as she examined the perfect body she
saw before her. "Well we will have no more nonsense like that this time will we
little man. I have had a lot of experience in disciplining young boys. So you
had better be warned... hadn't you?



Timothy blushed an even brighter red as the nurse spoke to him; her terminology
belittling him as if he were a child rather than a teenager.



 Penny knew exactly what she was doing, although she had never really analysed
her reasons... other than the obvious sexual attraction of his naked body, she
knew that having such a beautiful young boy at her mercy gave her immense
enjoyment. Perhaps she might have wondered what in her makeup caused her to feel
such sexual excitement, not just at subjugation, but also at his obvious
embarrassment and humiliation.



 She felt him begin to tremble as she bent down behind him and placed her hands
gently on the inside of his thighs. "Right Timothy, spread your legs as widely
as you can." She carefully pressed her hands between his legs, widening his
stance until his hips were pressed firmly against the table surface. Penny
smiled to herself as she revealed his penis and testicles, hanging down, free
from encumbrance, between his widely parted thighs. She could see that his
penis, although not stiff, was engorged and that his testicles were full and
swollen within their scrotal sac.



Timothy was beside himself with embarrassment and indignation at the position he
had made to adopt. He could not control the shiver of pure undiluted anguish as
he felt her soft hands softly stroke the flesh on the inside of each of his
thighs, her hands moving upwards before taking a firm grip of his penis and
testicles.

"Arggh" He let out a short gasp as he felt her gentle fingers encased his most
intimate parts. He drew in his breath in a sharp hiss, as she deftly pulled his
foreskin back and lifted his testicles in the palm of her hand. "My Timothy
these are swollen, I bet you will be pleased when I empty them for you... are
they causing you any pain? Timothy shivered, unable to control the squirming of
his hips as she held him captive. His voice was hoarse and cracked as he tried
to answer her. " er..  erm... er... no er, nurse"



Penny smiled to herself, at the same time feeling a thrill run through her young
body as she played his most intimate parts. She became bolder as he shivered
helplessly at her touch. She could already feel his penis beginning to erect as
she began to gently move his foreskin backwards and forwards over the sensitive
corona of the head of his engorged member.

"Arggghhh." He gasped as she suddenly pulled the foreskin back, stretching the
skin tightly. His humiliation sending a deep blush to his cheeks as she
blatantly exposed him. He tried to squirm his hips to evade her fingers but
instead felt her tighten her grip. Suddenly without warning she let go of him
and before he knew what was happening he felt a firm slap upon the bared cheeks
of his bottom. "Now young man, we will have no nonsense while I prepare you
properly. I want to be able to extract your semen as effectively as I can and
that; I am afraid for you, that it will require some very intimate handling."



 Penny stood up straight behind him and slapped him once more across the cheeks
of his bottom; it was not a hard slap, but it made the young boy gasp. "There
now... you don't want me to tell Hazel that you were uncooperative... do you?
Fancy having to be strapped across the bare bottom by such a pretty girl like
Hazel, I would have thought it must have been terribly embarrassing for you!"



She saw that her words had brought further blushes to Timothy's cheeks. She
looked down at his naked body, enjoying the view of his widely spread legs and
his parted bottom cheeks, revealing the neat rosebud of his sphincter. She
decided that she would change tack... firmness and kindness, she reminded
herself.



She moved to the side of the table and leaned over his body, making sure that
her firm breasts were pressed against his back. She leaned forward until her
lips were against his cheek and whispered softly to him.

 "My poor baby I know you are embarrassed but I will be as gentle with you as I
can. It is all for your own good, so will you promise to be a good boy? In
return, I will promise that if you do everything I ask first time, that we can
get this over with as quickly as possible."



Timothy was in turmoil, her soft voice and the gentle touch played havoc with
his senses. He could feel her firm breasts against his skin as she smoothed her
hands down across his bottom. He was horrified as he felt his penis stiffen and
press forward against the edge of the table as her fingers slipped between the
crease of his bottom. She whispered to him once more.

"Now Timothy, I am just going to lubricate you bottom, so just stay in this
position while I get some cream. I won't hurt you, but I want you to relax your
little bottom so that I can lubricate inside you." Penny knew that her words
would cause him further distress and as she looked into his face she could see
the deepening blush already covering his cheeks. She patted his bottom and stood
upright, leaving him laid over the table while she went to the array of jars.



She could hear his ragged breathing and thought she heard a faint moan from him
as she took a pair of rubber gloves. Although she did not look directly at him
she knew that he was watching her; she almost sensuously pulled the gloves over
her delicate fingers, snapping the rubber against her wrists as she pulled them
tight.



Next she picked up a tube of lubricant and smeared a generous amount of the
glistening liquid onto her fingers. She moved to his side, making sure that her
hands were in full view as she deliberately smeared most of the lubricant over
her extended middle finger. She smiled as she saw him shiver with trepidation.
"Now Timothy, just relax that little bottom of yours while I insert my finger up
into you." Moving behind him she saw his buttocks quake as she placed her left
hand delicately on the quivering flesh. Without a word she parted his cheeks and
pressed her lubricated fingers against the sensitive opening of his sphincter.
She thrilled as he shivered uncontrollably, the cheeks of his bottom actually
shaking as she teased the virgin orifice.



 "Now just relax, there that's the way." She felt his whole body shiver as the
tightly constricted muscles relaxed enough for a finger to slide up into him.
Rather than just probe slowly, she let her finger slide up until he was
penetrated right up to her knuckle. She moved closer pressing her pubis against
his hip and once again letting her young breasts cushion his back. Without
warning she slid her finger further upwards, her knuckle sliding easily passed
the stricture of his sphincter.



 Timothy gasped as her body pressed him down onto the surface of the table
allowing her finger to exert even greater pressure. "Arggghhh.. ooohhhh," he
moaned as her finger slid all the way up into his bottom.



"There just you relax now while I lubricate your little bottom." Such was
Penny's excitement that she felt the need to press her pubis harder against his
hip. She could feel the heat between her legs as she probed the pliant channel
of his anus, quickly locating the prostate gland with the very tip of her
finger, she proceeded to massage the sensitive organ.



"Ooooohhh... er miss ...er n'nurse," he cried out as she invaded both his bottom
and his senses. "Arrggghhh... er ooohh please miss." He was trembling all over
as her finger roamed freely, mercilessly arousing his naive sexual feelings to
fever pitch. She positioned her body so that she could reach underneath him with
her free hand. She quickly located his penis, which to her delight had erected
fully. The flesh was ridged, harder than she thought any penis could be. Her
fingers encircled the engorged flesh, squeezing and exploring his throbbing
member.



"There now try and relax." Her words were merely sops to his emotional state.
She knew full well that if she did not release him soon he would ejaculate.
Gently she eased her finger from his bottom and released his penis, patting his
bottom cheeks as she stood up straight.



"Now stay like that while I fetch the enemas for you. Penny patted his bottom,
the action further demeaning him as she walked towards the table where she had
placed the enema bags. She took both of them and moved to stand behind the naked
young boy.



She placed one of the bags on the table next to his hips and then broke open the
seal on the other one. Without a word she parted his buttocks and introduced the
tube into his sphincter. She watched with delight as the narrow tubing easily
slipped into the opening. Deftly she pushed the tube all the way up into him and
squeezed the bag, watching with delight as the young boy threw back his head as
the cool water gushed into him.

"Argggghhhh... arggggggggghh."



Once again he gasped in shock as she completely emptied the rest of the contents
of the bag with a sharp squeeze, propelling the liquid into a fierce torrent
deep inside him.

Arrggghhh... pleeeaseee er nurse" Timothy was beside himself with anguish



 She pulled the tube out immediately and let the bag fall to the floor as she
reached for the second one.



 "Now just relax sweetie, this won't take a moment." She quickly pushed the tube
of the second bag up into the moistened opening of his bottom and pushed it home
firmly as she spoke softly to him.

 "Now just relax and grip the table. She thrilled as she saw Timothy try to turn
his head around to look at her. She could see that the fear and trepidation he
was feeling was clearly written on his face; she spoke gently to him. "Just
relax now." Penny already knew that that was the last thing the boy would be
able to do, but she saw by his deep blush that her words had had the required
effect. She watched has his hands tentatively grasped the edge of the table.



 Rather than squeeze the second bag with her fingers, she suddenly pushed it
with the flat of her hand between the cheeks of his bottom; her deft movement
simply emptying the entire contents into him all in one go.



"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh." A thrill ran through her body as the
boy arched his back and tried to rear up from the table, only to feel her cool
hand firmly press his body back down into position. "There now, relax... while I
take the tube out of your bottom." Her voice was soft and calming as she held
him in position; ignoring his anguish at the shock of the water penetrating deep
inside him.



"Arrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhh... Ooooohhhh  Mmmmissss." Timothy was beside
himself, not merely with the intrusion of the water up into his bottom, but the
total humiliation. Such was his embarrassment that his agony was tuned to a fine
pitch his nerves stretched taut, the feeling of dread so exquisite as to be
painful in it's intensity. To be under the control of a pretty young girl... to
have to display his body to her... to have her nonchalantly handle him so
intimately; it was all too much for him.



Penny waited for him to calm himself before she spoke. She held her hand flat
against the small of his back, admiring the quivering pliant flesh of the cheeks
of his bottom.



"There now Timothy, that wasn't so bad was it!" She spoke brightly, her question
rhetorical... she continued. "Now just stay bent over, but put your legs
together and try and squeeze your bottom to hold the water in. I am going to let
you stay like that for five minutes." She watched him closely; he seemed
relieved as he placed his feet side by side, perhaps thinking that this would
hide his erect penis from her. In fact, it raised his hips so that from the side
she see that his penis was pointing forward, with the tip touching the edge of
the table.



She smiled as she pulled the second table closer to the first. She was aware
that he was watching her movements as she took a bowl and filled it with water
before placing it on the surface. She open a new packet of soap and placed it
beside the bowl before fetching several washcloths from the side of the bath.
After she had prepared everything to her satisfaction she turned towards timothy
and placed her hand gently on his shoulder.



"Now young man, I want you to walk with your bottom clenched to the toilet bowl
and sit on it. Do you think you can do that without spilling any of the water
inside you.?" Timothy blushed, his cheeks becoming bright red as she looked into
his face. His lips were trembling as he answered her.

"Er... yes er.. nurse I will try." His voice was cracked and parched as he tried
to talk. She placed her hands gently around his waist and helped him to stand
upright. She could see him blushing an even brighter red, as she walked with
him, holding his naked body next to hers. The cause of his acute embarrassment
was plain for her to see as his penis, which was standing straight out from his
body and as rigid as a tent pole, bobbed up and down in front of him.



She managed to sit him on the toilet without any of the liquid seeping from his
bottom. "There, my you are such a good boy, now let it all go and keep there
until I tell you to move." She watched him blush as he looked up from his
sitting position.



Timothy suddenly realised that his penis was standing straight up and pointing
directly at the young nurse. He desperately clasped his hands together in front
of himself as if his life depended on it. He blushed again as he saw the pretty
young nurse smile at him; there was a hint of amusement on her lips as she saw
his desperation. His dismay and anguish were so acute that he had to look down.
He felt utterly foolish, sitting on the toilet in front of her. He could not
have described how utterly wretched he felt, at having such a pretty young girl
in total control of him; to see him naked and to do such intimate things to his
body.



Penny looked down at him, noting the expression of guilt on his face as he
hastily hid his erect penis. For her the thrill in reality of having the boy
naked in front of her was far better than she had ever thought possible. She
knew that her prettiness and youth often made patients feel uncomfortable and
embarrassed, especially when she had to see them naked. But having this young
boy at her mercy was more intensely pleasurable than anything she had ever felt
before. All of a sudden she heard his bowels loosen and evacuate the water he
had been holding. It gushed out down into the toilet pan. Timothy shivered
involuntarily and hung his head in shame as Penny spoke to him. "There that's
the way, now stay there as I am sure that here will be some more." She watched
him blush, his ears turning a bright purple colour; such was his shame.



Penny busied her self filling a jug of hot water from the bath tap and
rearranging her paraphernalia on the table. She was aware of the various bowel
movements her young charge was making as he sat shamefaced upon the toilet. She
smiled to herself as she observed that his hands were still clasped to his groin
and that his knees were pressed tightly together.



Eventually she moved to stand in front of him. She took some toilet tissue from
the dispenser, which was attached to the wall above his head and placed her hand
gently on his shoulder. Timothy looked up, a faint blush already appearing on
his cheeks as she looked down at his nakedness.

"Right young man stand up and bend over and grasp your ankles." Her words
deliberately humiliating him as she leaned forward and placed her hand under his
arm. Awkwardly the boy stood up, instinctively tightened the grip of his hands,
which were covering his genitals. Penny delighted in turning him around and
bending him over. "Hands away and grasp your ankles... legs apart... that's the
way." Her hands followed her commands positioning the boy until he was bent over
with his legs spread wide apart and his hands grasping each ankle.



He was already shivering with shame and embarrassment as she leaned her body
over his; her hand encircling his waist and reaching up under his tummy. She was
facing towards his bottom; the tissue held ready as she reached between his
legs. Timothy felt absolutely foolish as he looked between his widely splayed
legs. He could not believe this was happening to him, to be treated like a
child... even a baby. He felt the toilet tissue wipe upwards into the lower part
of the crease of his bottom; feeling his buttocks part as she pressed the tissue
firmly between the soft flesh to wipe him. He gasped as she drew the soft paper
firmly over his sphincter several times until she was satisfied that he was
clean.



Timothy was blushing furiously as she stood him upright. He immediately clasped
his hands back to his groin as she let him go and turned to discard the toilet
tissue into the pan. To his horror she examined the contents of the bowl before
she flushed the cistern.



"Well that seems to have done the job." She said brightly as she moved to the
sink and began to wash her hands. She turned her head to look at him over her
shoulder. "I don't think it will be necessary to bathe you in the bath
Timothy... do you?" Timothy could only blush and stammer as he watched her dry
her hands and then move to stand in front of him once more.

"Er n'no  er miss." He blushed as he looked into her face. Her prettiness
mesmerised him and at the same time made him feel gauche and inadequate. He
stared at her awestruck as she placed her delicate fingers under his chin and
held his head so that he could not avoid her gaze.

"In that case I will just give you a quick table-bath... so if you will just hop
up onto the table like a good boy." Her pretty smile showed her perfect white
teeth as she watched a combined expression of horror and abject dismay appear
upon his innocent young face.

Penny suddenly felt sorry for him and instinctively took his head in her hands
and gently kissed him on the cheek. He blushed immediately, his embarrassment
causing his face to turn bright red. She watched him turn and walk to the table;
she could see his body shivering with humiliation as he stood against it. He had
pressed his hips tightly against the side of the table, hoping to hide his penis
from her view she thought, as he looked nervously over his shoulder.



"Up you get... now sit down on it and then lie back."

She watched fascinated as he clumsily climbed on to the table, trying as best he
could to keep his genitals covered before he eventually succeeded in sitting
upright with his legs extended before him. His nervousness showed upon his face
as he looked at her; his hands were still clasped to his groin as he leaned
back, preventing him from lying perfectly flat.

"I am afraid you will have to put those hands behind your head, I want complete
access to your bottom... and to your genitalia." Penny was surprised that the
boy's face could blush any deeper red than he already was, but her well chosen
words were rewarded with an immediate blush of deep red that ran through his
cheeks and down across his chest.



She observed with utter delight, the tentative uncovering of his genitals. His
penis, although not fully erect, was engorged and plump, his testicles rather
than hanging down, rested like two ripe plums between his thighs.



"Penny looked closely at his face as she gave him her next instruction. "Now I
want you to place the soles of your feet together, do you think you can do that
for me." She knew from Hazel that he had been placed in a similar position
earlier and that he had found it most humiliating.



The boy looked blank for a split-second and then his expression suddenly turned
to dismay as he realised what he must do to get the soles of his feet facing
each other.



"B'but er... erm nurse." His protestation was suddenly cut short.



"Come along now, lay with your knees outwards and draw them up until all of the
soles of your feet are touching each other."



Penny, rather than position him herself wanted to see his embarrassment at
having to display himself so blatantly.



She watched avidly as he laid his knees to each side of the table, baring his
genitals and bottom almost lewdly. She thrilled with delight as he put the soles
of his feet together, drawing his knees up even further until the soles and
heels of his feet were placed together like a mirrored image.



His thighs were now widely splayed apart; Penny was aware that there was not
even the remotest modicum of modesty in the position she had made him adopt. His
hairless penis and testicles were now rudely on display.



"Now stretch your arms out to the top of the table above your head, I don't want
them in the way."

She waited until Timothy, already humiliated by his position, stretched his arms
out until they were resting on the table above his head. Now he was completely
open to her, his naked body stretched and parted for her to do with as she
wished. She saw that his bottom lip had begun to tremble and that his
nervousness and apprehension had caused him to gasp for breath. She watched his
heaving chest and the small shivers than occasionally ran through his body as he
looked at her, his eyes almost pleading for respite from his utter
embarrassment.



She moved to the side of the table and looked down at him. This was her first
opportunity to inspect him openly and at her leisure. She slowly looked him
over, examining every inch of his body before she finally placed her hands upon
him. Such was the young boy's trepidation that he almost jumped off the table at
her first touch.



Penny had placed one of her hands quite casually on his chest and the other on
his thigh just above his knee.



"Now keep still and let me have a good look at you. She let the fingers of her
left hand gently caress his inner thigh, noting his nervousness and utter dismay
at his humiliating position,

"Now Timothy I am going to examine your penis and your testicles... I have to do
it, so try and not be embarrassed."



She bent over him, her face only inches away from his as she spoke softly to
him. "You know that this is for your own good, so just try and be a good boy
while I have a good look at you."



Penny was well aware that her words, rather than comfort him, would cause him
further embarrassment.

For Timothy this was a nightmare of humiliation that he thought would never end.
Her perfume invaded his nostrils with a heady aroma as she leaned forward; her
voice, which was soft and tender, seemed to heighten his sense of subjugation...
and her words reduced his stature to that of a child.



It was an almost ritualistic gesture, as she took a delicate hold of the tip of
his penis between thumb and forefinger, lifting it gently away from his body.
Timothy blushed with embarrassment as he felt an involuntary throb from his
penis as she carefully skinned the foreskin back, revealing the smooth corona
and the sensitive flesh beneath. He gasped as she pulled the skin back further
until it was stretched taught. His ordeal was not over; he groaned as he felt
her cool slender fingers gently cup and lift his testicles, her practiced
fingers gently rolling the soft orbs within their scrotal sac.



Timothy suddenly opened his mouth in horror as he felt his penis begin to throb
constantly between her fingers. He gasped as she slid his foreskin up over the
shaft and then back down, this time stretching the skin to it's limit.



"Arrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh....Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh" Timothy could not help
vocalising his torment. He looked up at the pretty young nurse, feeling his face
turn bright red as he caught her eye. He knew that his penis was fully erect and
could not help looking guilty as she looked into his face.



"It seems Timothy that you are unable to control yourself for very long. How
often does you penis get hard like this?"  She smoothed her hand back up the
shaft of his penis and lifted his testicles delicately as she spoke.



Timothy was unable to form a coherent answer as he gasped at the further
manipulation of his penis. "Argghh  er miss.... er.. I ddd'don't know er miss."



Penny seemed oblivious of the state of the young boy's acute embarrassment,
although in fact she was aware of every nuance of it. "Well I think we will have
to keep an eye on you over the next few days, we don't want any little
accidents, do we?"

Timothy blushed furiously at the suggestion, but such was his humiliation that
he could barely mumble a weak... "er..no miss."



"Well I will just get you washed and then we will see if we can get a nice big
sample from you." She let her hand slide out from under his testicles, leaving
the swollen sac of his scrotum to rest between his legs. She drew his foreskin
down the shaft of his penis, exposing him fully to her interested gaze. The
stiff flesh stood upright as if made of wood; the foreskin drawn back displaying
the smooth rim of the glans.



"Lie still and don't fidget, there's a good boy." She turned to the bowl she had
placed on the table and added hot water from the jug. Taking soap she lathered
her hands and turned back towards him. Without preamble she took a firm hold of
his penis and applied lather around his pubic area. She ignored his gasps as she
quickly lathered soap over his genitalia, her delicate fingers moving beneath
his scrotum and in-between the cheeks of his bottom. Without warning she slipped
her arm underneath his knees and quickly lifted his legs until they were bent up
over his chest. Timothy gasped as he felt her soapy fingertip press against his
sphincter and quickly penetrate his anus. She held him, as one would a baby
while changing a nappy, holding his legs high in the air and raising his bottom
up off the tabletop.



He could not believe what was happening to him as her finger slid all the way up
into his bottom. She reamed her finger quickly in and out several times, the
soapy knuckle sliding easily back and forth through his sphincter.

"There young man, I think that will do." She spoke as if there was nothing
unusual in bathing an adolescent in this way.



She slipped her finger from his bottom and took a fresh washcloth, which she
soaked with warm water. She nonchalantly wiped around his genitals and up
between his legs before pressing the cloth firmly between his buttocks and
wiping his bottom as if he was an infant.

Timothy was absolutely mortified at the nonchalant way she had handled him. His
cheeks were bright crimson and blushing furiously. Such was his utter
humiliation that he felt near to tears.



Penny let go of the boy and taking a towel from the table she walked to the side
of the room. She took one of the chairs and placed it in an open space. Sitting
down on the chair she spoke directly to him, as he lay shamefaced and naked upon
the table. "Right young man, come and stand in front of me... quickly now."

Timothy struggled upright and slid his legs from the table, he immediately
covered his genitals with his hands. His penis was so stiff that he had trouble
holding it against his body.

"Now I want no nonsense with you holding your genitals... do you hear me? Hazel
has already told me that she will punish you if you are disobedient, so take
your hands away and come and stand in front of me NOW!"



Timothy blushed furiously, letting his hands fall away from his groin he moved
slowly towards the pretty young nurse, his blushes igniting his cheeks into a
fiery red mask. He stood in front of her, his penis jutting from his groin at a
right angle, his legs and torso trembling with embarrassment.



"Now step forward and open your legs... come along stand with your legs well
apart."

Timothy could barely contain his abject humiliation as she placed her hands on
his hips and manoeuvred him until his legs were splayed well apart on either
side of her knees. His penis was only inches from her breasts as she took the
towel and began to dry in-between his legs. She casually took a firm hold of his
penis and pulled the foreskin back, ostensibly drying behind the foreskin. He
could not help a deep shiver running through his whole body as the material
grazed against his sensitive flesh. He closed his eyes in an acute dilemma of
abject dismay as she handled his penis and testicles as nonchalantly as one
would to a small child.



"Right I think that will do... now look at me Timothy I want your full
attention." Reluctantly Timothy opened his eyes and met her steady gaze,
involuntarily shivering as he looked into her pretty face.

"It is not a healthy practice for a little boy to touch his penis... you seem to
be holding it at every opportunity. It is an undesirable trait and one, which
must be stopped! I am sure Hazel will be willing to chastise you should you be
naughty enough to continue holding yourself as you have been doing."



Timothy blushed, he was shocked at the pretty young nurse's words. He tried to
explain. "b'but miss... er I was ...er em...." Penny cut him short. "I want no
excuses, some little boys seem utterly incorrigible in their masturbatory
habits. I am sure Hazel will concur with my opinion that it is a disgusting and
vile practice. Now step backwards and let me stand up." Timothy blushed
furiously; her unfair assumption that he was holding his penis for reasons other
than his modesty hurt him deeply.



Penny read his feelings exactly. She knew from his expression that her words had
stung him deeply. She stood up and to the boy's amazement gently put her arms
around him. He shivered as his penis pressed into the starched fabric of her
uniform.

"Poor baby, it has all been too much for you hasn't it? Never mind sweetie, I
will take good care of you." She bent her head forward, and to his astonishment
kissed him fully on the lips. The gentleness of her words and actions made him
almost wilt in her arms. She stroked her fingertips over his cheek as she gently
drew her lips away from his. She could feel his penis throb, even through the
material of her tunic. "Now my sweet boy, come with me and I will try and make
these a little more comfortable for you." She cupped her hand underneath his
scrotum and cradled his testicles, her fingers curling around the swollen sac
and squeezing gently.

She stroked the fingers of her other hand over his burring cheek. "Come along
Timothy and promise me you will be a good little boy."



Timothy was beside himself with humiliation and sexual arousal as she placed her
hand on the cheeks of his bottom and guided him from the bathroom.





3













Hazel and Vickie looked amused as Penny ushered the naked boy into the
examination room, his penis hard and jutting and almost lewdly from between his
thighs. Hazel examined him closely; she could see that he was shivering all over
from his embarrassment and that he was almost near to tears. They looked on in
admiration as Penny deftly handled the boy. Making him stand in front of them
with his legs widely spread.

"I don't think there is much need for preliminaries, so I think I will extract
the first sample with him stand up." Penny spoke brightly, showing that she was
very much in charge.

"Right Timothy squat down, that's the way, bend those knees... there that's just
right...my you are being a good boy today." Penny stooped down with him, holding
his shoulders so that he would not tip forward as he squatted rather like a Sumo
wrestler. "Right hands behind your back with the backs of your hands placed
against the small of your back and palms towards me." She held him by his
shoulders, with one hand while she adjusted his hands until they were flat
against his back just above the swell of his buttocks.

"Hazel if you will just hold his shoulder to steady him, would you?"

Hazel did as she was asked, standing in front of Timothy and placing her hands
gently on his shoulders.. He shivered at the cool touch of her fingers and the
embarrassment of being displayed so rudely; his penis was now jutting upwards
from between his widely spread legs and his testicles swinging freely without
hindrance.

Neither Hazel or Vickie had any idea quite what Penny had in mind until they saw
her take a small jar from her pocket and unscrew the cap. She dipped the middle
finger of her right hand into the sticky lubricant and placed the jar on the
floor by her feet.

"Keep him still if you can Hazel." She smiled as she watched Hazel take a firmer
hold of the boy's shoulders.

"Take a deep breath Timothy... that's it all the way in." Timothy had no idea
what was going to happen to him as he sucked in a lungful of air. Without
warning Penny slipped her hand between his buttocks and with one fluid movement
pushed her middle finger up into his sphincter. His squatting position made, the
penetration up into his anus, a smooth and easy process; the sphincter muscles
unable to impede his impalement.

"Oooohhh... arrggghh. Timothy gasped at the sudden intrusion, his mouth opening
wide for air, as Penny gestured to Hazel to help the boy to an upright position.
Penny smiled as she felt the muscles of his sphincter close tightly over her
knuckle, knowing that her finger would be firmly embedded up inside him.



"Arggggggggggggghhhhhhhh..... Oooooohhhh er...misss." He was beside himself as
he felt her thrust her finger even further. She pressed her firm body tightly
against him, knowing that he would feel her softness against the palms of his
hands, which were now tightly trapped between their bodies. Almost casually she
reached around his slim waist with her free hand and wrapped her delicate
fingers around the shaft of his penis. "Arrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhh." He gasped
as she pulled his foreskin back and at the same time located the sensitive flesh
of his prostate.



He threw his head back as she smoothed her finger over the sensitive gland, his
body becoming almost rigid with the sensation of it all.



Vickie watched Hazel move to the side of the boy and reach for his testicles;
the young girl's hand casually lifting the scrotum away from his body and
squeezing the swollen balls gently between her delicate fingers. She spoke
firmly, as she increased the pressure on balls; watching the nurse as she
aroused his young body to a fever pitch.

Penny's skill in handling him belied her limited experience; incessantly her
delicate fingers intuitively extracting the maximum sexual sensation from her
manipulations to his penis. Sometimes pulling the foreskin back tightly, other
times stroking her fingernails over the very tip, teasing the small orifice to
the boy's utter distraction.

Hazel noted the boy's tortured expression, his body shivering and shaking as
their hands excited him to an agony of sexual sensation..

"Now Timothy, I want no nonsense, let the nurse have proper access to your
bottom so that she can take a nice big sample from you." There was of course no
question that Penny did not have proper access; Hazel was well aware that her
finger had penetrated him up to the hilt.



Hazel placed her other hand upon his tummy and ran her smooth fingers up over
his chest until she located one of his nipples. Without warning she squeezed
hard capturing the nub of flesh between finger and thumb. At the same time she
squeezed his testicles, watching for his reaction.

She was not disappointed; he gasped; opening his mouth wide as her fingers
pinched his nipple and her other hand pulled his scrotum away from his body.

"There, poor baby... it will soon be over.. be a brave boy now." Timothy was
beside himself with sensation.

Embarrassed, humiliated and sexually aroused, her words fuelled his shame and
his arousal.



"Arggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh.... Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh... please." Timothy cried
out in a long wail as Penny cleverly manipulated his penis, while at the same
time curling her finger upwards inside him and firmly massaging his prostate.



Vickie reached for the test tube, which had been placed on the shelf behind her.
She knew that it would only be seconds before the boy reached his orgasm. She
positioned the wide opening of the glass container close to the tip of his
penis, watching, fascinated by the deft strokes of Penny's hand.

Hazel casually continued to handle his testicles, gently squeezing and massaging
the soft orbs between her fingers.



The tell-tale signs of his impending ejaculation came when Penny felt the boy's
muscles tense, his whole body suddenly stiffened as if he had been electrocuted.
His mouth was wide open as the first spurts of semen erupted from his penis.
Vickie skilfully caught the thick fluid, moving the test tube nearer as the boy
continued to ejaculate. Penny's slender fingers worked incessantly extracting
huge eruptions of semen. There seemed no respite for him as she worked her hand
up and down his shaft; her finger probing deep inside him, spurring him on to
further ejaculation.



"Arrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhh.... Arggghh... ooooooohhhhh oooooooowwww." His
wail of utter abandonment filled the small examination room. His chest heaved as
his breathing became laboured and desperate.

"Arrggghhhh... er.... Pleasee.... er nnnooooo..." He was beside himself with
acute sensation as Penny executed a series of quick milking motions to his
penis, while at the same time jabbing her finger hard against his prostate.

"Arrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh." Timothy was almost blinded with exquisite
sexual sensation, his body held captive and seemingly suspended in time by his
prolonged tormented ejaculation.

His ears were ringing and a red mist had appeared in front of his eyes, clouding
his vision... his nerves stretched so tightly that he felt he would faint.

Penny slowed her hand, squeezing the last globules of semen from the tip of his
penis, nonchalantly bending his penis downwards to wipe the tip against the rim
of the test tube.

Hazel saw that the boy was near to fainting an motioned to Penny who neatly
slipped her finger from his bottom and helped Hazel support his shivering body.

Vickie put the stop on the test tube and helped Hazel and Penny with the
distraught young boy.

They laid him, face up, on the examination table... their hands gently stroking
him as he gasped for breath, his moans diminishing as they quieted him. Hazel
gently kissed him on the lips as Penny and Vickie gently stroked their hands
over his young body.

They left him, dazed and drained upon the table, his breathing becoming more
even as he rested. Vickie picked up a towel from the well-stocked shelves and
leaving it half unfolded, placed it over his hips, covering his penis and
testicles.

Timothy closed his eyes, he could hear their footsteps as they walked from the
room, but his body had drifted into a lethargic repose. For a while his
embarrassment and anguish had left him as he drifted into a light sleep.





It must have been half an hour or so, before he was aware that Vickie was
leaning over him, her pretty face only inches from his as he opened his eyes.
"Poor baby, are you awake now?" Her voice was soft and gentle. "I am going to
let Susan and Gail bring you a nice glass of orange juice, so you just lie there
and relax."

Even in his torpid state, Timothy quickly glanced down at himself; reassuringly
the towel was still covering his hips. Vickie kissed him gently on the cheek,
causing him to blush at the intimacy of the gesture.

He was about to ask if he could get dressed, but Vickie had turned and walked
out of the room before he could utter the words. He lay, looking up at the
bright lights that illuminated the table his mind mulling over the
embarrassments and indignities of the day.