The Professional Babysitting Service

The Professional Babysitting Service - Book 1

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The Professional Babysitting Service. Book One

Sheila felt guilty. And yet she rationalized, why should she feel so selfish. Lots of mothers use a baby-sitting service, so why shouldn’t she? It was hardly like leaving young babies to the mercy of a baby-sitter. Philip had just turned fourteen and Kate was twelve. Both were perfectly rational and well brought up children. They would be fine with a baby-sitter, especially this one, she thought as she looked at the advertisement.

‘The Professional Baby-sitting Service’.
Supervised by fully qualified State Registered Nurse Practitioner
Every member of our team has been fully assessed and deemed qualified and suitable
Responsible Safe State Registered Accredited
Please call:

Sheila found herself reaching for the phone and calling the service, her eyes widening rapidly as she quickly realised that she was talking to Wendy from the house across the street, in fact the house almost opposite to her own.

“I didn’t realise that it was your service Wendy, I thought you were still at the surgery in Franklin.”
Wendy laughed and quickly interrupted. “Look just sit tight Sheila and I’ll walk across.”

Sheila hardly had time to set the percolator as Wendy walked in through the open doorway. They greeted each other fondly, and after Sheila had dispensed the coffee they sat opposite each other across the kitchen counter.

“Well to cut a long story short, Sheila. I started the service about nine months ago. I was having a coffee break with one of my senior nurses. She told me she was stopping working overtime. I must admit I was rather taken aback until she explained, that she was handing over exactly the same amount of the extra money she was earning, to her baby-sitter.” Wendy smiled at Sheila as she continued. “I realised that if my children needed a babysitter, then I would be in exactly the same position.”

Wendy sipped her coffee. “I asked a few of the other nurses how they would feel about babysitting rather than working overtime. The clinic is really busy at night and we are really run off our feet. Shirly, one of the first-year nurses, sort of summed it up for all of the them. She said it was a no-brainer. I quote her. ‘Sitting with your feet up watching TV for most of the evening, rather than cleaning up after incontinent geriatrics, count me in!’ So, I started with a couple of small ads in the newspaper to see what the demand would be. It took off straight away. So now I stay at home most nights - by my mobile phone, in case any of my sitters need help. I have even trained my daughters... and they are as much in demand as any of my nurses.”

Sheila smiled at Wendy. “Aren’t Trish and Jill rather young to be babysitting, I mean professionally?”

“Well, I thought they might be, especially with boys of say, your Philip’s age. But Trish has always been very grown up. So, I started them off training with one of my older nurses. They worked with her for a few weeks and eventually rotated with all of the staff. So, for the last five months they have been on their own, working together as a team. Trish is fifteen now, and really mature for her age, but Jill really surprised me with her competence. For a thirteen-year-old she is really something. I think she would probably run for president, if she was allowed.” Sheila and Wendy laughed.

Wendy looked at Sheila curiously. “Tell me, please tell me that you have finally decided to get a date. It must be nearly ten years since Ben died.”

Sheila blushed and then nodded. “It’s Ben’s best friend, Larry. He helped so much after Ben died. He sorted out all my insurances and even got me a job, much nearer to home, with his own insurance company. He has never asked me out, although I think he would have done if I had let him know that I fancied a night out. Anyway, I took the plunge and said I had not seen his new apartment since he had moved, so he has invited me over on Saturday. Obviously, Philip and Kate are off school, so I need a baby sitter.”

Wendy smiled. “Have you ever thought that the reason Larry never married, is that he was comparing his girlfriends to you.”

Sheila blushed to a deep shade of red. “Please don’t say that, I would feel so guilty. But honestly, Larry has never even hinted of anything familiar, he has just been supportive and really looked after my interests. He got me a huge pay-out from the insurance company... far more than the premium stated. And he got me a second pay-out from the other driver’s insurers. I am really financially independent. I can afford university for Philip and Kate... and I really don’t need to work. Mind you, I would really be depressed if I didn’t have another life at the office.”

Wendy looked at her seriously. “I really think you should start a more personal relationship. It seems to me that your period of mourning should end right now.”

Sheila nodded. “I think you may just be right about that. So, can you fix me up with someone to take good care of Philip and Kate?”

“Of course, Sheila. I have all my people out because it is Saturday night, but Trish and Jill are free as their job just cancelled. They will be ideal for Philip and Kate. I know Philip often blushes when he sees Trish, so I don’t think he will mind being looked after by the girls. I am right across the road, so I think you are well covered.”

Sheila looked a little apprehensive. “I know Kate will be absolutely delighted. But Philip is growing up. I know he is small for his age, but he might feel that being looked after by Trish as being sort of...”

“Look Sheila, I know about boys of Philip’s age, we deal with them in the clinic as well as baby-sitting. Trish understands their attitudes and their embarrassment at being looked after by a fifteen-year-old girl. She has been well trained, and she will handle Philip with no problems at all. Don’t worry about Philip, Trish has handled lots of young boys. Some that have been very surly and uncooperative. She has always won them over in the end. If there is a problem, I can be here in less than a minute. Now, you just sit and drink your coffee, while I pop back home and bring you all the papers to sign.”

Sheila hardly had time to answer as Wendy hurried out of the door. She was musing about Philip’s attitude to being looked after by a girl, barely older than he is himself, when Wendy reappeared. She was holding a folder in her hand which she handed to Sheila.

“You read that while I refill my coffee, and then perhaps you will be more reassured.”
Wendy took her time pouring her coffee. She washed out the percolator and replaced the filter with a new one. Eventually she sat down opposite Sheila who had come to the end of the brochure, to the part were the permissions forms were enclosed.

“Well Sheila, any questions?”

“It all looks very professional. I can understand your success. I just think Philip will be embarrassed... especially the supervised baths. Is that necessary with a boy of Philip’s age?”

“Oh, absolutely. What on earth could we tell a parent, if their child had slipped in the bathroom and ended up with broken bones. It has happened to other baby-sitters, but I am certainly not going to let it happen to mine.” Wendy placed her hand over Sheila’s.

“You are worrying about nothing. Trish will treat Philip as a grown-up, not a child. She will explain the rules... and why they are in place. Philip is an intelligent boy, he will soon understand. You are right in one respect. He will be embarrassed, but he will comply. The girls are very competent, far more experienced than you can ever imagine for their age. I assure you there will be no arguments from him by the time the girls have got him in the right frame of mind. Remember, I am just across the street, and you know I would never let anything happen to your children. Now, it’s make-up-your-mind time. A competent, professional service that is truly responsible for your children. Girls that can administer the kiss of life, CPR, that have every telephone number of every emergency service. In other words, professional... or look at the alternative, someone you don’t know, who could be absolutely lazy and irresponsible. Just for the sake of a little embarrassment.”

“I’m sorry Wendy, I think sometimes I am overly sensitive. Perhaps that is where Philip gets it from.”

“Good for you. Now, let’s ditch the guilt. Sign there, and let’s start thinking about your date.”

She smiled at Sheila reassuringly as she signed the several forms. Wendy noticed that she had glanced at them but had not read them. Wendy took the forms and smiled at Sheila. “Now more importantly, why don’t we pick out some clothes... just in case you stay over.”

Sheila blushed. “I don’t suppose that will happen, but what if it did?

Wendy grinned mischievously. “Well show me your spare bedrooms. Trish and Jill don’t mind sharing a room. Now come on, why don’t we check out your wardrobes.” She smiled conspiritaly. “Perhaps we could start off with a nice nightie, you know... bunny- rabbit with tail and ears”
They were both giggling like schoolgirls as they went up the wide staircase arm in arm. “You know Sheila, you have got some lovely clothes for day wear. But I certainly think that he will take you out for dinner.
I bought an absolutely fabulous black cocktail dress, for one of my dates. Remember I have been dating regularly since Reggie ran off with that siren from his office. I don’t date too often but I do date regularly. Looking at your evening wear there is nothing newer than at least eight years.”
Sheila looked at Wendy. “But you are so pretty Wendy. I’ve seen the way even Philip looks at you, with those beautiful long legs of yours. Would it fit me?”

“Of course, you are still a firm and fit young woman. Larry obviously has good taste. You don’t think a rich and good-looking man like Larry, couldn’t date anyone he wants. Well, let me tell you, Miss ‘ultra-modest’, that it is you he wants. So, let’s make sure he gets what he wants... and that is you. Until you get some new evening-wear allow me to fix the wrapping to his little present. Got it? I’ll fetch it over when we’ve finished here.”

Roberta Walker looked over her class. They were being as studious as was possible, considering it was the last lesson on Friday afternoon. The sun was shining in through the long windows that surrounded three sides of the room. She looked at their faces and knew that they all longed to be out and heading home in the sunshine. It was almost forty minutes after three. She folded her ledger with a bang, watching the hopeful faces of her pupils. Only Philip Collins was seemingly unaware of her actions. She had noticed his preoccupation with some problem or other and was determined to get to the bottom of it before he left.

Philip was normally very attentive. He was bright and conscientious and certainly not a boy that had ever caused one problem. He was without doubt the best-looking boy in school. Even though smaller than most of the boys in her class, he always had the attention of the girls. He never seemed to notice his popularity, in fact if he had, Roberta was quite sure that he would be spending all of his time blushing in embarrassment.

“OK everyone, off you go. I can see that I will be getting no more work out of any you today.” She smiled with amusement as the class arose as one and headed for the door. Philip still seemed to be brooding over something and was the last to leave his seat. Roberta called him over. “Philip, can I have a quick word before you go?” Philip looked up and approached her desk. He was already blushing as he walked forward. “Yes, Miss Walker?”

She noticed he was blushing to an even deeper shade of red as he came to stand by her desk. Roberta knew that she was the subject of many a young boy’s fantasy. Being the youngest teacher in the school. She was also very aware of her good looks, but she knew that being good looking, helped her deal with her classes. Even though she was tall, she still wore high-heels to further establish her authority.

Philip Collins was her favourite pupil, and she knew that she was his favourite teacher. She had often seen his face blush when she had caught his eye. His books were tucked neatly beneath his arm. “Philip, do you have a problem? You seem far-away and preoccupied by something. Is there a problem that I can help you with?”

“Oh no Miss I am fine.”

“Well there is obviously something bothering you.”

“I am sorry Miss, I was just thinking about tomorrow. My mother is going out for the day and I was just thinking about it. There is nothing wrong.”

Roberta did not press the boy for any more information. She watched his cheeks blush to a bright red as she tousled his hair. “Well, have a good weekend, it’s History first thing on Monday, so don’t forget your assignment.”

“Oh, I’ve finished it Miss Walker, it is all on a thumb-drive, so I will print it out tomorrow.”

Roberta knew, what Philip had said would be true. She watched his lithe and perfectly proportioned body, as he strode out of the room. No wonder the girls are always talking about how cute he is, giggling behind their hands as they see him walk by, oblivious to their interest.

Uncle Larry, as he was known to the children, arrived unexpectedly on Saturday morning. Sheila was preparing to drive across town and had already put the address of Larry’s new apartment into her sat-nav, on the night before.

“Look, Sheila, this is just an offer, but why should you have to drive. I also wanted to tell you that there is a really nice pool with the apartment. So, what about packing a costume and maybe put a few things in a case in case you fancy having a change of clothes. No pressure, you decide while I talk with Kate and Philip.”

Sheila looked at her children, noticing the bright eyes and smiling faces. Kate was the one that gave in first. “Uncle Larry, please don’t tease, where is it?”

“Where is what, Kate?”

“You are teasing me, Uncle Larry. You always bring me something, and it is always real neat... so don’t tease... please Uncle Larry, give it to me.”

“OK, OK, but it’s second-hand. It was mine and I got a new one, so you get the one I have been using, “

Kate was now jumping up and down. “Well used or new, just give... please Uncle Larry.”

“OK, Miss impatient. I will be back in a tick.”

Philip watched Kate jumping up and down. He knew with certainty that he would be receiving something as well. Uncle Larry always brought gifts. They were always exciting and different. Had he not been in the midst of his ‘I am a mature teenager stage’, he too would have been jumping up and down in anticipation.

Kate rushed up to Uncle Larry as he reappeared in the doorway, carrying two boxes. “Gimme, gimme... Oh please, ‘pleeeease’, Uncle Larry.”

Larry handed the slightly smaller box to Kate and the bigger one to Philip. “There you go Philip. Your Mom can’t complain... it’s educational.”

Sheila looked at him ruefully. She knew the one word that made gifts acceptable to her. Every time Philip would want something, he only had to say that it was ‘educational’, and she would give in to his demands.

Kate was sat cross-legged on the floor already taking the tissue from the screen of an ipad. “I love you Uncle Larry,” she screamed as she pressed the button and watched the screen light up.”

Philip was slowly unpacking his present. He already knew that it was the larger version of the ipad. Something he would never have dreamed he would own, at least not until he was on his way to college.

“OH WOW, Uncle Larry. I mean I can’t believe it.” Philip knew that it was the new model. The packaging clearly declared the ‘Super Retina Screen’. “Oh, thank you so much, I don’t know what to say.

Uncle Larry looked keenly at the boy. “You are the most conscientious and well-behaved boy I have known. Your mom is proud of you and your dad would have been too. So, enjoy it and put it to good use.”

Sheila suddenly felt proud that Larry thought the same of Philip as she did. Her eyes were glistening, but she quickly wiped them with her hand and smiled at Larry.

She spoke quietly to him. “Thank you, not just for the gifts, but your words too. I’ve got some things in a case. I’ll just grab a costume and then I’ll be ready. Wendy across the street is going to take care of things here, so I’ll just give her a call to tell her I am leaving.”

Sheila was very relieved as she sat beside Larry in his fully-restored Austin Healey MK 111, that leaving the children had been completely painless. Their thoughts seem to be entirely focussed on their ipads as they called out their goodbyes. “Have a nice time Mom, thanks Uncle Larry.”

Philip had noticed a smaller box had been taped to the outer box of the tablet. He unwrapped it carefully to discover the ‘Apple Pen’. “Oh Wow!” Kate looked across at him and said... “Neat, huh.”

“You know Kate, there might be a day when Uncle Larry, doesn’t bring a present. So, it would really be embarrassing for you to be shouting ‘where is it,’ Ever thought how bad that would be?”

Kate was unrepentant. “Nah, he would never dare to appear without loot.” She returned her attention to the ipad. Her pretty face was in total concentration, her pink tongue protruding through her pretty lips as she made the connection to the house wi-fi.

Across the street, Trish sat on her bed. Her younger sister was admiring herself in Trish’s full-length mirror. She was naked. “Look Trish I am really getting bigger.” She tweaked the nipples of her small, up-tilted, but already plump breasts. Trish looked at her with amusement. “Yea verily, you are certainly something. I think the term is... Jailbait!”

Jill Laughed, not taking her eyes off her naked image in the mirror. “I hope I grow up to look just like you Trish. You are streets ahead of any other girl in school. Have you noticed how even the older boys blush when you look their way. Come on get ready... we are wearing our tunics aren’t we. I want him blushing to a nice deep crimson when he first sees us. So, let’s go overboard with the old ‘aloof but clinical’ bit.”

“No Jill. No tunics until this evening. We will be swimming this afternoon. Then we can change into our tunics for the fun part. Mrs Collins has allocated a spare bedroom, so I will grab a bag for the tunics and my make-up. What a day this is going to be!”

“Yeah, I know one person who is never going to forget it. Can you imagine how he is going to react, when we get right down to it?”

Trish had to laugh. She knew how precocious her sister was, and she enjoyed her company tremendously. She knew that most of her friends thought younger sisters were 'a pain', but Jill and Trish had a relationship that was entirely different to the ‘norm’. They had no secrets and no arguments and since their mother’s divorce, they had grown really close to each other, and to their mother.

Jill looked at Trish, completely unabashed at her own nudity. “What are we wearing for today then. It’s got to be something that will get him all tongue-tied. I know, my shorts, they are really short, and my legs look great now I have a tan.”

“Fine, but first, why don’t you put your panties on.” Jill giggled and smoothed her hand over her pubic mound. “I know I only had little bit of hair down there, but I just like it so much better now it’s bare. It feels so smooth since you waxed it for me.”

She moved over to her sister’s chest of drawers and borrowed one of her thongs. Trish smiled as she watched her sister pull on the miniscule piece of material. “I don’t suppose asking to borrow those, ever occurred to your devious little mind.”

“How could you say no to someone who loves you so much?”

“Ok, now stay like that. Mom wants me to do your make-up. She would like you to look a little bit older. Just to add a little bit of authority. So, bring that stool over to the dresser.” Trish moved over to the dresser and waited while Jill was seated in front of her. “OK, I’ll try and avoid accenting your true nature.”

“What do you mean?” Jill queried with a hurt expression.

“I am going to try and avoid the ‘slut’ look.”

Jill giggled and reached beneath Trish’s thigh-length T-shirt. “Well at least I’ve got my pussy covered.”

“Just keep those itchy little fingers to yourself. Mom will be very critical of how you look.”

“Do you think Mom knows how excited we are. It’s like a dream come true. I can’t believe that we are actually going to get our eager little hands on to Philip’s heavenly body.”

“Of course, she does. Why do you think she put Paula into the Witherspoon’s job, when we were supposed to be baby-sitting for them? She even told Mrs Collins that our job had been cancelled at last the last minute. For heaven’s sake don’t let slip that Mom changed our job on purpose.”

It was twenty minutes later that Trish turned Jill’s face towards the mirror so that she could examine her make-up. Jill looked closely into the mirror admiring herself. “Oh WOW. Sister you are the best-ever. I really look er... sophisticated... yeah, that’s the word. Sophis-ti-cated. And how!”

Wendy Noble walked into the Collins household through the open doorway to the foyer. Philip and Kate were both sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by wrapping paper. “Is it Christmas in this household?” They both looked up at her, Kate was grinning from ear to ear. “I mugged Uncle Larry, for his loot. No-one in my class has got anything as neat as this. He said it was his old one, but he must have been fibbing. Have you ever seen such a neat pressie?”

Wendy laughed. She had always known that Kate was totally irrepressible. “Well I do know, Kate, that that model was only released about two months ago.”

Philip, gave Kate a sarcastic look. “Didn’t you notice the cellophane was still on the screen? Look at the charger, only a factory can wrap cable like that.”

“I did, but I was too busy getting online. Are Trish and Jill coming soon, I want to show them my pressie?”

Wendy smiled. “Yes, they will be right across.”

“Oh goody!”

Wendy Noble, knew that Kate loved being with Jill and Trish. With the girls doing their baby-sitting three, or sometimes four times a week, it had been quite a while since the girls had been across. She wanted to see Philip’s reaction when he first catches sight of them. She knew he would be embarrassed, but she was dying to see the extent of it. She spoke to both of them as she moved towards the kitchen units. I am going to make coffee, do either of you want anything to drink?”

Philip looked up at her. “Mom’s put a whole bunch of stuff in the fridge... and she said to tell Trish and Jill to help themselves.”

Philip had not seen Mrs Noble for some time. She was very pretty. Her body was slender and neat with unusually long legs. Even when he was younger, he had admired the beautiful shape of her legs and the slenderness of her waist.

Unless she was wearing slacks, her legs were always on show. Philip had only just come to realise that the reason her dresses looked shorter than the ones his own mother wore, was because her legs were so long. Today she was wearing a white tunic, which buttoned up the front. He could not help slyly looked at her long, tanned thighs, as she moved around the kitchen. He blushed immediately when he realised that Kate had seen him staring at her.

Wendy smiled at Philip. “I asked your Mom, what your favourite food was... she said ‘Pancakes’. Is that right?”

Kate answered for Philip, before he could utter a word. “This is the best day ever... ipads pancakes and Jill and Trish here all day. I am going to do my homework now, so I don’t miss a minute of it. Hey Philip, wanna do yours now... then we’re as free as the birds!”

Philip nodded. “Alright, I’ve just got math and some history to print out. Is it all right, Mrs Noble, to use the Kitchen table, or will you need it? We will only be an hour.”

“Sure honey, go ahead. Then I’ll do salad and then the pancakes, and you can swim all afternoon. I’ll call Trish and Jill to bring their costumes with them.”

She watched Kate jump up and down with glee. But what intrigued her more, was the sudden blush to Philips face as she had mentioned the girls bringing their costumes. Philip got up and gathered every bit of his packaging, before heading off upstairs. She could see that even the tips of his ears were bright red as he climbed the staircase.

It was twenty minutes later that Philip and Kate were sat opposite each other. Their books and papers were placed tidily by the side of the ones that they were working on. The chatter of the printer had finished, and Philip had neatly collated the resulting pages and placed them in a clear plastic binder. He suddenly looked up from his work as Trish and Jill walked into the kitchen. His face flushed immediately as he saw them.

Wendy watched him as the girls approached the kitchen table. No wonder he is blushing, she thought. Trish was wearing short shorts. Her T shirt was cut off just below her breasts. She was not wearing a bra and her breasts bounced jauntily as she moved towards the table. Her torso was bared fully to the flair of her hips. Her slender waist accented the thrust of her full breasts. She looked absolutely stunning, Wendy thought. What a beautiful girl she has turned out to be.

Wendy’s surprise was suddenly heightened by Jill, who was wearing a V necked T shirt, that already showed some cleavage. Her shorts were even more brief than her sisters. Her girls had inherited her own long legs, and with their summer tan, they both looked absolutely beautiful.

Kate had jumped up and was already hugging Jill as Trish walked behind Philip and leaned over him, her breasts brushing his cheek as she looked at his work.

The boy’s face was burning brightly as she spoke to him.

“Hi Philip, let me see what you are doing.” Philip could hardly utter a word as he stammered. “Er...erm... hello Trish... I am doing my math homework.” She leaned even lower, almost squashing her breast against his blushing face as she looked at this work. “They are all correct, but you will need to put your workings in. You don’t want Mrs Needham to smack your bare botty, for not showing how you arrived at your answers. Be a good boy now and put them in, it is a requirement.”

Philip could hardly breathe, such was his utter humiliation. Wendy came to his rescue. “I am sure, he knows that Trish. Why don’t you have a juice while Philip and Kate finish their homework. Then you can check it for him and check Kate’s as well.”

She addressed Philip. “I don’t want to you to think that Trish will let you finish without everything being correct. After all Trish and Jill are in charge of you both today. So, you will have to be particularly good. I know Trish often spanks the bare bottoms of little boys that don’t do what she says.”

Philip’s face turned to the deepest blush Wendy had ever seen. She caught Trish winking at Kate as Philip bent to his work. His bottom lip was quivering with acute embarrassment.

Kate giggled. “Look, Philip is blushing. You are, Philip, you are blushing. Whoo hoo! Philip, you are really red.” She looked up at Trish. “I bet it is because he really likes you Trish and you have made him embarrassed. He is always blushing at pretty girls, but he is really red now.”

Philip could hardly see his work through his haze of embarrassment. He was trembling, and he knew that his eyes were glistening. He blushed to an even deeper hue as Trish raised up and stroked her fingers over his burning cheek. “Don’t worry sweetie, Mom was only teasing. I never smack little boys unless they are naughty. So, don’t let anyone tease you.”

Trish and her sister walked over to the work surface where their mother was producing a pancake mix.

Kate looked at Philip intently. “You really like Trish, don’t you? I can tell Philip. I know you do. Look at me, Philip. You really, really like her.”

She leaned forward, her pretty face only inches from his, and whispered.

“Tell me please. You do really like her, don’t you?” She leaned up and placed her lips against his ear, her slender body almost laid over the kitchen table.

“I know what it is Philip... you love her don’t you?” She pushed her cheek against his. “Just whisper it, Philip, I won’t tell, I promise. You do, don’t you?” Philip turned his head to her ear. “Promise?”
Kate nodded her head. “OK I do, I really do.” Kate didn’t say a word. She sat back down and looked him in the eyes. “And I love you, big brother. So, now we’re even.”

Philip tried to rein in his emotions. He knew that he was easily embarrassed especially with girls. But he found Trish’s beauty intimidating. He also had another problem. He pulled his chair further in to the table as he began to pack up his books. He left the math homework on the table for Trish to look at. He dared not rise from his chair. He knew his penis was erect and throbbing. He tried to think of something that would hide his erection while he dashed upstairs. He could not think of anything other than holding his books in front of him, but he knew that would only look ridiculous and attract everyone’s attention to his distress.

Suddenly Kate jumped up and grabbed his books from the table. She moved around the table and pushed him back in his chair. She straddled him, face to face and sat on his knees with his books cradled and pressed between their bodies.

“I’ll carry your books and you can give me a horsey-ride upstairs, come on Philip. Hurry up.” Philip rose from his chair as Kate wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. “Come on Horsey... gallop up those stairs, clickity-clop, that’s it away we go.”

Philip put his hands under her bottom to support her as she slid further down his body. He could feel his erection pressing against her as he quickly carried her up the stairs. She whispered in his ear as he carried her up the wide staircase. “You’re safe, nobody is watching.”

Philip could not believe what she had said. Did she know? God, she must do. She must be able to feel it. They got to the top of the stairs. “Come on Philip, take me to my bedroom.”

Philip carried her down the long corridor, she looked into his eyes knowingly. His embarrassment rising as she jiggled against him. “Just dump me on the bed, there that’s it. Your thing is really stiff and hard. Everyone would have seen it if I hadn’t done that. You owe me brother.”

Philip was aghast. How did she know? Had she noticed him before? Kate knew exactly what he was thinking. “Of course, I know. Sometimes Philip you are such a dweeb. You have been constantly hard for the last two years. Don’t you think girls can tell. We know all about boys and their little peenies. My friends have noticed it too. Shelley was saying that you must have a really big one, because her brother’s peenie doesn’t stick out half as far as yours does. Anyway, I have seen yours. It is really nice, not ugly like some boy’s peenies.”

Philip was almost in shock. “You’ve seen my... my erm... penis?”

“Of course, I have, silly. I live here remember. I saw you rubbing it in the bath, it looked really big. I mean not too big, just sort of nice sized. Hey, don’t look shocked. You were ages in the bathroom, so I just looked through the crack of the door. You hadn’t locked it, so I saw you.”

Philip was bright red. He didn’t know what to say. Kate raised her hand and stroked his bright red cheek. “Just relax, most girls have seen their brothers peenies. It’s no big deal so just relax and go and put it under cold water or something. I’m going down to see Trish and Jill.”

It was over an hour later that they were sat around the kitchen table. Wendy was finishing putting everything away and emptying the dishwasher. The lunch had gone well, and Wendy was ready to leave. Trish had not teased Philip at all during the meal. Wendy knew that she would have to leave before Trish and Jill were able to exert their authority.

“Right Philip and Kate. I am leaving now, and unless there are any problems I will not be back.” She looked at Philip and Kate to see that she had their full attention. “Both Trish and Jill are in charge of you, and I mean fully in charge. There are certain rules for carers that must be adhered to at all times. Trish and Jill know all the rules and they will be absolutely strict in making sure that they are obeyed. It is for your safety and your health that these rules must be obeyed. Have you both understood that?”

Kate looked really serious as she looked at Wendy. “Yes, Mrs Noble, you have my word.” Wendy could hardly keep from laughing at her solemn promise. Philip was blushing, but still managed to speak clearly. “Yes Mrs. Noble, you have my word too.”

“Thank you, both of you. I promised your Mother that you would be kept safe and healthy, and obviously Trish and Jill will need your cooperation in ensuring that that promise is kept. Have fun. Your mother is calling Trish later, to let her know when she will be back.” She walked towards the door and called to Trish and Jill. “You are both in charge now. Bye everyone.” Philip looked at Mrs Noble. “Thank you for the lunch and pancakes.”

Trish Looked at Philip and Kate. “OK, Philip I will go with you to get changed into your trunks, and Kate can go with Jill and do the same. We are going to have a really nice time this afternoon!”

Philip blushed immediately as he realised that Trish would be going with him to get changed. Kate had jumped up immediately and taken Jill’s hand. “Come on Jill, you can have a look at my neat new ipad.” She almost pulled Jill up the stairs in excitement.

Philip was blushing, and his face was sullen. He did not move. Trish looked at him, her eyes holding his as she spoke. “Philip, come along now and take that expression off your face. Surely you are not going to start being a naughty boy as soon as my mother’s back is turned, are you?”

“Erm, no of course not.”

“Well we shall have to see if you are as good as your word, won’t we? That was not a very good start now was it.”

‘I’m sorry Trish, I will do as you say.”

Trish stood close to him, her legs astride and her hands upon her hips. Philip could not help looking up at her. The contour of the underpart of her breasts was showing as she stood over him. Her long legs were bare right up to the hem of her cut-off shorts. Philip had not noticed, until now, how briefly they had been cut. He blushed again as he realised she was watching him.

“Well come along stand up.” She took him by the hand and pulled him close to her as she turned towards the stairs. He suddenly felt very small as he noticed how tall she was next to him. Her hand was cool as she almost pulled him along. “Tell me when we get to your bedroom, Philip.”

“Oh, it’s the second one on the left,” he stammered. She turned to him as they walked along the corridor. “Of course, I should have realised that this one was yours, it overlooks my house doesn’t it. In fact, when you think about it: it is exactly opposite my bedroom. It has a balcony as well. Ever go out on the balcony, Philip?”

Philip was blushing deeply. His bottom lip was trembling. “Oh... erm not often.”

“Really not often, eh? I have seen you quite often, especially when I’ve been to the gym and go upstairs to get changed. Bit of a coincidence, you happening to be on your balcony at the same time.”

Philip’s face was bright red and he was trembling as they entered his bedroom. He had been glancing at Trish. Perhaps, he thought, that his observations had been accomplished surreptitiously and deviously, but the more he looked at her, the more authoritarian and superior she had seemed. In fact, if Philip had really thought about Trish’s demeanour, he might have realised just how mature she had become over the last year, and how accomplished her babysitting training had made her.

“Go and get your trunks, there’s a good little boy.” Philip felt totally belittled as she spoke to him like a child. She looked around the large bedroom, noticing his desk and computer with his new ipad and pen placed neatly on the sleek grey top of the desk.

“Oh, by the way, Philip... where are they?”

“Oh, what Trish?” he asked as he took out some baggy cargo shorts from his drawers.”

“Why, your binoculars of course. I’ve never seen you on the balcony without them.”

Philip blushed until his face was almost purple. “Oh, I don’t bother with them anymore.”

“Shall I tell your Mom that you have lost them then... shall I?”

“Oh no, Trish they are in the drawers somewhere, I can’t remember which one exactly.”

“Really Philip, let me guess.” She opened the top drawer. The binoculars were the only item inside. “Yep, I’ve guessed right. It was the top one. Now let me have a look at the view from your balcony.” She slid open the glass door and stepped out on to it. She raised the glasses and with no need to adjust the focus, panned around to the full-length window of the house opposite. “Wow, these are terrific binoculars,” she called out. “I can see right inside my bedroom... and... If I can see right inside my bedroom, then so can you, you naughty, naughty little boy.”

She stepped back inside to see Philip, hurriedly fastening the belt on his cargo shorts. His face was red with embarrassment and his frenzied activity in getting into his cargo shorts so quickly. ‘The little scamp,’ she thought. He must have really bust a gut, while I was on the balcony. She could see that his jeans had been left crumpled-up upon the floor in his haste to get changed.

“You intend to swim in those, Philip?”

“Yes, Trish.” His face was still blushing as Trish eyed him up and down.

“Your Mom allows you in the pool in those does she? As well as with socks and a button-down shirt, hum?”

“Well, I thought I would try them.”

Trish crossed to the open bedroom door and looked out as she heard Jill and Kate. She saw them heading down the stairs. Kate was first with Jill close behind her. She just caught a glimpse of Jill’s ultra-brief bikini and smiled to herself. She called out. “We will be down in a while, look after Kate, Jill.” Jill’s reply came from the foot of the stairs, “Kay, sister.”

Trish turned her attention back to Philip, who was seated on the bed taking off his socks.

“OK Philip, it seems that it is ‘showdown’ time already. Strip. Everything off. Right now!”

Her face had a stern expression upon it and she could see Philip colouring up yet again as she stood with her hands upon her hips. “NOW!”

She could see him trembling as he stood up. “If you don’t strip now, I will spank your bare bottom until you are crying and begging for mercy... and you will swim without anything on at all. SO, DO IT NOW”

“But Trish,”

“This is the final warning. I am allowed to spank you and I will spank you. Then I will call my mother... and then your mother and tell them that you refuse to obey me... and exactly what you have been up to with your binoculars. No joke, no more excuses, strip or I tell.”

Philip could not believe the predicament he was in. He knew his mother would never allow cargo pants in the pool. He also knew that she had no idea that he could see into Trish’s bedroom. He knew that his Mom would know instantly what he had been doing. He was absolutely distressed at the thought of his mom and Mrs Noble finding out about his clandestine peeping.

He started unbuttoning his shirt, his face was crumpled with guilt and embarrassment. He could hardly speak as his fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons.

“Please Trish, please don’t tell. I am so sorry.”

Trish could see the tears in his eyes, but she did not let up. She crossed over to the bed and sat on it. She took him by the waist and looked him in the eye. “Stand still and face me.”
Her fingers quickly undid the rest of his shirt buttons and she pulled the tucked-in material up from the waist-band of his shorts and slipped his shirt from his shoulders. She laid it on the bed next to his binoculars.

“Put your hands on your head and don’t move.” He hesitated, but only for a moment, until he saw the look in her eye. He raised his hands. They were hovering over his head. “You try and fight me, even once, and your goose is cooked Philip. Hands on top of your head... and keep them there.”

He heaved a sob as he placed his hands firmly on his head. His body shivering as he felt her cool fingers at his waist. She quickly undid his shorts and watched the heavy material drop down straight to the floor. She almost laughed when she saw his tighty-whitey underpants underneath.

Trish knew that her next words would be the clincher... yet instinctively she knew that she would win through. Her voice became firm. “You intended to swim like that Philip? Right, you have two choices. You attempt to stop me, and you are over my knees in a flash. It’s up to you.”

She heard his sigh of resignation as she slipped her fingers into either side of his underpants. She quickly pulled them down to his knees.

“Oh, please Trish, no. Oh, please don’t look at me.”
He wriggled his hips in embarrassment as she looked at him. Trish immediately slapped his thigh.

“Stay still.”

She slipped the pants down until they were around his ankles.

“Step out of them.”

She felt his involuntary reaction to cover himself and slapped him again.

“Keep your hands on your head.”

Rather than sit and examine the beautiful look of the boy, she stood up and moved behind him. She turned him around and moved him into the centre of the room so that he was standing facing away from her.

“Spread your legs, bend over and grasp your ankles. You’ve got five seconds before I start calling your mother.”

She stood on one leg and slipped her tennis shoe off. Watching the distressed young boy shivering as he bent over and reached for his ankles. As soon as his fingers were wrapped around his ankles. Trish quickly raised her arm and slapped the tennis shoe hard against both cheeks of his bottom.
“Arrgggh... oooh.”
Trish was ready for his automatic reaction to stand up. She pushed firmly on his back with her left hand and again, slapped the tennis shoe hard against his buttocks.

“Oooohhh... arrrgghhh...”

She pressed down against his back, holding him down firmly.

“You have two more to come. Now keep still, or I will take you over my knees and spank you until you are crying like a baby.”

“Oh, please no more Trish. It really hurts.” Trish realised that he was already crying as he struggled to come to terms with the increasing pain to his bottom cheeks.

She paused for a moment and then brought the tennis shoe down again. This time it walloped against the sensitive crease between his buttocks and thighs. The loud staccato slap of the shoe, thrilled her as much as it hurt the boy.

“Oooooooohhh. Please it really hurts... argghhh. Hah, please stop, oh please, I can’t stand it!”

Her voice was calm but firm as she spoke to the trembling boy.

“Are you going to do as you are told?”

“Oh, please... oh, yes I will do as I am told... please stop.”

“You have one more to come, if you move, even an inch, I will add another stroke.”

She drew her breath inwards with the acute pleasure of anticipation. She spanked him hard on the centre of his already reddened buttocks. She stood back as he raised his body in pain and anguish. His hands flew to the tender cheeks of his bottom as he arched his back in torment. Trish saw that even, through all the pain and humiliation of his punishment, that his penis had thickened. The pale turgid shaft and bared head, was swinging to and fro, as he tried to assuage the pain from his buttocks.

She thought he looked absolutely beautiful, his lithe, perfectly contoured physique, arching and wriggling as he fought the pain in his bottom. She noticed that his pubis had only the finest of hair: just a mere tuft was visible above the base of the penis. The rest of his genitals seemed to be bereft of hair at all. His bulging scrotum was a delight, she thought. The skin smooth, tightly housing the plump testes, below the pale smooth shaft of his engorged penis.

Trish sat back on the bed and replaced her shoe. She spoke sternly to the young boy. “Right I’ve had enough nonsense from you Philip. Bring your proper swimming trunks here to me and let me look at them. Hurry up now.”

Philip could not believe what was happening to him. He had been stripped bare naked and had had his bottom smacked by the most beautiful girl he knew. He turned to his dresser drawers and retrieved his Speedo trunks. He held one hand over his genitals and carried the trunks hanging from his fingers, as he turned and approached the bed where Trish was seated. She took them from him and laid them on the bed. He immediately clasped both hands against his penis and testicles. He was blushing profusely as she stood up and took him by the shoulders.

“Put your hands down straight by your sides.” She moved forward, pressing her breasts against his chest as she took his face in her hands. She wiped away the tears. Her voice was suddenly soft and gentle as she slipped one hand around the nape of his neck and drew his face to hers. She kissed him deeply, slipping her tongue through his lips, she heard him gasp at the tender intrusion and then deep penetration inside his mouth. She drew back and looked him in the eyes. She saw his immediate look of submission and then the raw emotion of his shame.

“Will you be a good boy now, Philip?”

“Oh, Yes Miss, hum, Trish... yes I will.”

Trish thrilled with Philip’s slip of the tongue. She felt his penis becoming fully erect against her bare legs. The jolt of realisation made him push his hips backwards as she maintained contact with his eyes. “I will hold you to that Philp. Now I will let you put your trunks on and then I will take you downstairs. You will hold my hand, so that you don’t fall.”

She let him go and sat back on the bed. Philip’s hands shot down to cover himself. Trish’s voice was calm and measured as she spoke to him.

“No don’t do that, I don’t allow little boys to play with their penises. Stand up straight with your arms at your side.”
She waited while he obeyed.
“Stay like that for a moment, I want to look at you. Philip blushed to the colour of crimson as she appraised his body.
“Look at me Philip.” She took the trunks from the bed and handed them to him.
“I am aware that little boys can’t control their penises. But I will be looking after you today. So, from now on, you will obey me. I do not allow boys to touch their penises. So, during the time that I am in charge of you, you will not be allowed to touch your penis. Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss...erm.”

“It’s alright Philip, you can call me Miss. After all I am in charge of you now.”

Philip blushed, but nodded obediently; he stepped into his trunks, his erect penis swaying from side to side as he wriggled them up his firm thighs. He blushed profusely as Trish watched him as struggled to push his penis sideways, so that the elasticated waist was able to snap to his hips.

“Not a lot of room left in there, is there Philip?”

“Philip blushed, erm, no Miss.”

“Good boy, now take my hand and let’s go and have some fun in the pool.”

Trish knew that there would be no hiding the reddened flesh that was showing outside of his trunks. Or the explicit outline of his penis which distended the front of his brief swimwear.

The sun felt hot as Trish led him out, holding his hand like a small child as they walked to where Kate and Jill were seated on sun-lounges. There was a pile of towels, sun tan lotions and creams as well as an ice box that Mrs. Collins had left for them. Jill had filled it with bottles of coke and juices to which Kate had added popsicles. Both Kate and Jill had watched every step of Philips ignominious journey towards the pool. They had been intrigued at the acquiescent way that Philip had held Trish’s hand as he was being led, like a little boy, towards them.

Jill looked closely at the blushing boy. She had a pretty good idea of what had been happening to Philip. “Has Philip been a naughty boy, Trish?”

Philp blushed to a deeper shade of red as Jill asked the question. “Yes, he has had to have his bottom spanked, but he has said that he is sorry, so I have forgiven him. Haven’t I Philip?”

Philip’s face hardly seemed to have room for further blushes, but he managed to flush to a deeper shade of red all the same.

Kate looked absolutely intrigued. “Did it hurt Philip? Was it on your bare bottom, I bet it was.” Kate jumped up and came around to look at Philips bottom. “Oh, it’s red, can I see it all please Trish? Please, Trish, make him pull his trunks down so I can see his bare bottom.”

Trish admonished Kate. “No Kate, it will embarrass him. He has been punished, and unless he disobeys me again, that will be the end of it. I have kissed him and forgiven him.”

Kate looked at Philp and smiled knowingly. “Was it worth it Philip, for the kiss. Was it on the lips?”

Philip just stood there and blushed as Trish squeezed his hand. She looked him in straight the eyes. “Was it Philip, you can tell me, I won’t mind.”

She let go of his hand and turned him by the shoulders so that he was facing her. She moved closer and whispered.

“Tell me sweetie, was it worth it?” Philip blushed again but looked more closely into the deep green-blue of her eyes.

“Yes, Miss.” He whispered softly his voice was earnest and at the same time naïve. He saw her intent and thoughtful look. Suddenly she turned to Kate and Gillian. “Look after them Jill, while I go and get changed. She quickly turned away and proceeded back into the house.

Jill sat on the side of the kidney-shaped pool as Kate and Philip swam lengths. On the third length, Kate intercepted him and grabbed hold of him. She clung to him with her little bikini top pressed against his chest. “I’ve got questions to ask Philip, you know I have! Did she spank you hard, your bottom looks red? And did you tell her you loved her when she kissed you? You should have... You didn’t, did you?”

She leaned back so she could see all of his face. “You are a dweeb. It was the best opportunity to tell her and you blew it!” She kissed his blushing cheek. “Honestly Philip, don’t disobey her again, she really is in charge. And, if Mom really enjoys her day with Uncle Harry, she will be babysitting us again. I know we both want mom to be happy and I don’t want her to feel that she can’t leave us. So, I want you to tell Trish that you really are going to be good and that you want her to tell mom that we have had a great time... with no problems. Do you agree?”

Philip smiled at his little sister. “You are growing up Kate. I am glad you think of mom like that. I know I have been selfish, I mean not letting mom know that I think that she should go out a lot more... and let her know that we will be fine.”

“Come on Ph-il-ip, spill the ‘Bush’s Best’. How did she spank you? Come on tell me... please.”

Philip blushed as he thought about the acute ignominy of his spanking. “I had to bend over and grasp my ankles and she spanked me four times with her tennis shoe.”

“Did she see your peenie?”

“Yes... that’s enough. I want to swim”

Kate gripped her legs tightly around his waist, her eyes were bright with excitement.

“So what reason did she give... to spank you?”

Philip blushed again. Well I put my cargo’s on instead of my Speedo’s, when she was on the balcony and I didn’t start undressing, I was just embarrassed and didn’t want her to see me erm, you know... erm, naked.”

Kate looked at him. “What was she doing on the balcony...” Philip blushed even more deeply. “Well she has seen me. I mean, watching. I sometimes watch her with my binoculars... erm from my balcony. She thinks... oh... erm”

Kate tightened her legs. “She thinks what... that you watch her getting undressed... do you, big brother?

“Oh, no I would never do that. I go back inside if I think she is going to do that. I just watch her. I mean just watch her face... I mean when she’s just doing stuff... you know, just generally.”

“Cos... you just love her, right?”

“Yes, I just think she’s special.”

“You have to tell her... everything. Otherwise, my dweeb of a brother, she will never believe that you wanted to just watch her.”

Kate wriggled, shifting her bottom lower against his body. She felt sure she could feel him getting hard.

“Only one more question; when she made you bend over to get your spanking, you were naked right and she could see your peenie.” Kate tightened legs again. “Was your beautiful, beautiful peenie... stiff?”

Philip, could not help the sudden flush of red that encompassed both of his cheeks.

“Yes.”

Kate leaned back, with her legs gripping him as she placed her hand against the front of his trunks. “Just like right now then brother!” She let go of him and swum off before he could protest.

She swam to the side, and, pulling herself out, immediately sat on Jill’s knees, facing her.

“Hey mermaid, you’ve got me all wet.” Jill protested.

“Can I take it off, Jill please. I never wear it when there is no one here.”

Jill looked at her, you want to take your costume off? But Philip is here, won’t he think it odd?

Kate grinned. “Nah... mom and Philip know I hate wearing it when it gets wet. He’ll ignore me. Can I please... please Jill.”

Jill saw that she was serious about Philip not bothering. “OK if you want to... there is a big pile of towels over there, why don’t you go and get one, and dry yourself, oh and bring me one too, now that you have got me all wet.”

Jill watched Kate get out of her bikini. She noticed that her puffy young breasts were tanned, as was her pubic area, so she knew that Kate had not bothered wearing her bikini at all this summer.

Kate came running back with a spare towel and looked at Jill. “Will you put some lotion on me Jill, I don’t want to burn?”

“Yes, I guess I had forgotten about that. Your mom would be cross if I let you burn. Go lie on the lounger and I’ll do you back. She watched Philip swimming length after length, realising that he really was a really strong swimmer. He was swerving gracefully in the middle of each length to account for the kidney shape of the large pool.

She kneeled on the far side of the lounger so that she could apply the lotion and still keep her eye on Philip while he was swimming.

“Do me all over please, including the naughty bits.”

“What on earth do you mean, young lady.”

Kate giggled. “Just slippy-slidey-slurpy your fingers absolutely everywhere. You know what I mean... in all the cracks and crevices’, not forgetting all the nooks and crannies.” She giggled, “I love having that done to me.”

Jill laughed at Kate’s absolute cheek. “OK Miss Slut of 2018, you asked for it. But no noise, understand.” Kate just murmured contentedly as Jill went to work on her shoulders working lower down her body. Both of her hands were slick with oil as she reached the pretty cheeks of her bottom. She began to massage the cute upturned globes of juvenile flesh, eventually slipping one hand between the cheeks.

She felt Kate raise her bottom as her hand delved backwards and forwards over her tiny rosebud. Kate sighed and spread her legs so that Jill had complete access to her pubis. Kate just shivered slightly but made no sound as Jill’s fingers slipped under her and furrowed between the crease of her puffy lips.

Kate’s voice sounded lazy and languid as she murmured. “Both hands please, that feels absolutely ‘de-lish’. Don’t stop until I say so... that’s it... excuse me for a moment.” Her young body shivered from head to toe. Not overtly just a fine quivering of her flesh. “Hah... just keep doing that... there we are... hmm... no time at all. Gently now... there we are I’m all done. Wow... Jill. You really got me.”

Jill’s voice was admonishing as she spoke. “Kate, who do you practise that with? You really are super slutty.”

Kate giggled. “I know. It really was delicious. Shelley and I do it when mom is at work. But you were the best, I just love you being here. Will you do my legs and then my front. Please be careful though, I stay really sensitive for ages and ages.”

“Your wish is my command my little hussy.”

Kates voice was almost a giggle as she spoke. “You know Jill, I could tease you if you like. I can get Shelley so absolutely shivery, that she begs me to make her Kitty, cum, cum!”

Jill finished her legs and then smacked her hard upon her little bottom. “Over you go. You had better behave or you just might get a proper spanking.” Kate giggled. “Promise?”

They both looked up as Trish appeared. She was wearing a one-piece suit. It was a lovely shade of red and fitted her to perfection. Trish saw Jill casually brush her fingers over Kate’s small breasts as she walked to the sun-beds.

“Having fun, Kate?”

“Oh, the very best fun ever, Trish. I love you being here... this is the best-ever time of my life. I wish you would both come every day.”

Jill finish applying oil to Kate’s young body. She had been careful not to touch her pink little clitoris, which was still poking out through her plump crease. She tweaked her nipples and watched her stand up. Kate giggled. “I am going for another swim. This stuff is water-proof, so it hasn’t been wasted.”

Both Jill and Trish watched her dive in. She looked like a naked nymph as her body sliced through the water.

Trish spoke quietly to Jill. “It seems we have a fourteen-year-old boy that is so naïve and shy that it is almost painful. And a twelve-year-old that is completely at ease with her body. I did see you by the way, from the spare bedroom window.”

Jill grinned. “It seems to be one of her favourite pastimes. With, she tells me, her young schoolfriend, Shelley!”

Trish laughed. “Then I guess bath-time will certainly be fun for one.”

Kate had timed her dive precisely. She found that she was able to intercept Philip’s lap with ease. She grabbed the waistband of his trunks and pulled them down to his ankles, aptly aided by his forward motion. In panic Philip became upright, standing in the water as Kate wrapped her legs around his waist. She clung to him with one arm around his neck as she slipped her hand around his penis and testicles. She was disappointed that he was soft. She squeezed him gently as he expostulated with surprise and embarrassment. “Kate, what on earth are you doing?” He looked wildly around, thankfully Trish and Jill were standing in the shade, well away from the pool.

“I know what you are doing Philip. You never swim these many laps, ever. You are just trying to keep out of the way. So sweet brother,” she let go of his testicles and squeezed his penis rapidly, hoping to get some reaction to her ministrations. “I want you to tell Trish, now. Otherwise, my dear sweet and timid brother. I will stop you getting your trunks back on.”

She placed both hands around his neck and lowered her hips so that she was able rub her naked pubis over his penis. “Do you want to get out of the pool hard or soft? It’s make your mind up time brother.”

He grasped her buttocks, suddenly realising, that she was fully naked and that it was her naked sex that had been rubbing against his penis. “Stop,” he almost shouted, “I’ll do it. For God’s sake, please... please stop.” Kate stayed in position but stopped rubbing her naked pubis against him. “Let me pull my suit up please Kate and I’ll get out now.”

Kate looked at him coyly. She knew that he was really shocked and embarrassed by her behaviour. She had to admit to herself, that so was she. She let him go and sunk under the water, watching his penis swirling about as he struggled to get his trunks back on. She swam away from him and surfaced several yards away.

She switched to a side stroke so that she could observe Jill and Trish. They were still talking under the shade of the oak tree. They were seemingly unaware of what had occurred between her and Philip. She turned so that she could see Philip as he climbed the shallow steps.

She saw him hastily adjust himself before he walked to the pile of towels and began to dry himself. Kate noticed that he kept the towel around him. He would normally have showered the chlorine off before he dried himself. Kate guessed that he thought that it might have brought too much attention to himself.

She watched as Trish and Jill approached him. She hurried to get out. This was certainly one conversation that she did not intend to miss. She let the water drip from her glistening body, by the time she had walked around the pool she realised that she was almost dry. She went to the sun loungers and laid face up next to where Philip had seated himself. Fortunately, Kate thought, Trish had taken the one on the other side, next to his. She saw his blushing face turn towards her. She nodded and mouthed the words. “Go on tell her now.”

Trish could see that he was going to say something when Kate spoke up. “Trish and Jill, gather round. Philip has something to say to you.” Philip looked even more embarrassed as he began. “Oh Miss... erm, Trish. I wanted you to know... hum... I wanted to say... oh.” Trish smiled at him. “Yes Philip, what would you like to say to me? Take your time and tell me properly.”

Trish could see his embarrassment and smiled encouragingly as he began. “I have watched you from my balcony, Miss. I have done it lots of times... but hum... I have never hum... watched you getting undressed. If I saw that you were going to, hum... get undressed, I would go back into my room. It really is the truth Miss, please believe me.”

Trish could see that he was trembling. “Then if I am to believe what you have just said. Tell me, why would a young boy like you, be watching me from his balcony and using a pair of binoculars.” Philip nearly gave up – and then Kate interrupted again. “Tell her Philip, tell her why.”

“Oh Miss, it is because... hum... it sounds so silly now.”

Kate could stand it no longer. “It’s because he loves you Trish. He always has. He blushes every time your name is mentioned. When he found out you would be babysitting him, he blushed so much that even mom was thinking twice about having a day out. He can’t help it. He just likes seeing you. Walking about in your room, working at your computer, out in the garden. But never any funny stuff, he loves you so much he would never dream of watching you undress.”

Kate stood, up her naked body glistening in the sun. “He is such a dweeb, he couldn’t tell you.”

Philip even managed to blush as he was suddenly confronted by his sister’s naked body. He blushed and dropped his head. “See Trish, he can’t even look at me when I have no clothes on.”

Kate looked indignantly at her brother. “Put your head up and tell her. Tell her it is all true.”

Trish looked at him. “Come along Philip, I want to hear it.” He looked up and managed to look into her eyes. “Yes Miss, I really do love you. I know I sound like a stalker... but really, I just don’t see you much anymore and I miss seeing you like hum... when we were younger.”

Kate stood with her feet astride and her hands upon her hips. “At last. I have a good mind to spank you myself. Talk about dragging the truth out of someone!”

Jill laughed. “What about that then sis, what do you say to that?”

Trish did not speak for a moment. She placed her hand upon his burning cheek and stroked her fingers downwards over his neck and then down his chest. Her fingertips brushed over his nipple. She saw him shiver from her touch. “Well, my little Philip, I will have to see what I can do about that.” She stroked her hand over his cheek once more before moving to the edge of the pool and expertly diving in.

Philip still seemed embarrassed but managed to enjoy the afternoon. It was after they had been allowed to sit in their towels and eat tea at the side of the pool that Trish disappeared to the spare bedroom, when she came down both Kate and Philip were surprised at her appearance. Philip blushed immediately as he saw her beautifully made up face and her clinical tunic. “Well we had better get you two into the bathroom. “Jill, would you take Kate upstairs, while I have a quick word with Philip.”

Philip blushed as Trish looked down at him. Somehow her appearance made her look much older and certainly far more authoritarian. “We are going to give you a bath now Philip. I want to get all that chlorine off you, and make sure that every inch of you is nice and clean. I have realised, from today’s little episode, just how shy you are; but I am required to bath you. It is an important part of my remit.”

She looked down at his blushing face and arched her eyebrow questioningly. “Now do you intend to give me any trouble. I didn’t spank you for spying on me, I spanked you for not doing as you were told. So, what is it to be? Are you going to obey me.?”

Philip could hardly breathe. His face was deep crimson as he looked up at Trish pleadingly. He realised that he had better answer her. “Oh Miss, yes I will do as you tell me to.”
Trish smiled at him. “We shall see. I think I have heard that once today already.”

She took his hand and led him up the stairs to the main bathroom. It was an opulent facility and one that Philip rarely used. Preferring his en-suite shower. She sat on the nearest of the three, bathroom chairs and faced him full on. Philip noticed that the bath had already been filled to about eight inches in depth.

“Come and stand in front of me like a good boy.” Philip blushed, but did has he was bid. “Hands upon your head I think, Philip.”
He slowly raised his hands and placed them firmly on his head, feeling absolutely foolish and helpless. He waited for the inevitable, looking up to the ceiling in an effort to distance himself from what he knew must surely come.

It came swiftly. Trish hooked her thumbs into his brief Speedo’s and deftly slid them down his legs to his ankles. “Good boy, step out of them please.” Philip wanted to desperately clasp his hands to cover his genitals. He only just managed to resist the impulse but instead blushed to an immediate deep red.
“Step into the bath, Philip. Please remain standing, facing towards me.” He took his hands down from his head and held the side of the bath as he stepped into it. He stood upright with his hands by his sides. Trish noticed that they were twitching, as if ready to cover himself.

She dipped her hands into the water and used the soap dispenser. “Right, we’re all set. Put your hands on my shoulders.” Philip looked quizzical, hardly daring to touch her. He nervously placed his hands on either shoulder, without any pressure.
“Steady yourself on my shoulders, I am stronger than I look.” She looked into his eyes, prompting another deep blush as she smiled at him.
“Don’t take them away, I don’t want you to slip. It’s important OK?” Philip nodded, looking apprehensive as to what she would do next. She bent lower and began to wash his calves. He shivered as she touched him, her hair seemed to brush against his penis as she bent forward.

“Keep your hands on my shoulders, whatever you do.” She washed the outer part of his shins and moved up to the flanks of his thighs. Rubbing the soap in firmly but not roughly as she reached his hips. She re-soaped her hands and looked into his eyes.
“Spread your legs, as wide as you can. No... further apart than that.” She watched as he shuffled his feet in the water. He felt utterly vulnerable as she stooped again and began to wash the inner part of his shins. Her touch seemed to mesmerise him as she reached his knees then the inner part of his thighs.

Trish felt his young body shiver and noticed that his penis had suddenly throbbed. As her hands reached higher up on the insides of his thighs, she saw that his penis was starting to erect.

Philip was just as aware of his burgeoning penis as Trish was, and yet nothing was said.

Suddenly the door opened, and Jill walked in. She was dressed in the same style of tunic as her sister. She smiled brightly at his startled expression.
“Sorry I was so long Trish, I was just giving Kate a quick shower.” She turned her head and looked over her shoulder, calling through the open doorway.
“Come on in Kate you can come inside and sit on one of the chairs while we both give Philip his bath.” Philip nearly died of shame as Kate walked in behind Jill. She was naked apart from the white fluffy towel, which was draped nonchalantly over her shoulders.

Philip, quickly pulled his hands from Trish’s shoulders, but she was ready for him. “Slap... slap... slap!” She smacked his thigh hard. “Don’t you dare get your hands wet... you, naughty boy.”
The shock of the stinging slaps stopped him in his tracks.
“Now get your hands back upon my shoulders.” Philip blushed mightily. He was aware that his penis was almost erect and nearly touching her face as she lathered her hands. He shivered as Jill approached him.

Trish’s voice was quite matter-of-fact as she spoke to her young sister.

“Right Jill take over at the front. Make sure his hands are firmly upon your shoulders, I don’t want him to slip while I am washing his bottom and his penis and testicles. You know how young boys sometimes wriggle when I penetrate their little bottoms and wash their little peenies.”

The words stung Philip like a whiplash. He could not believe what Trish had just said. She moved around the other side of the bath and placed her hand around his waist, with her flattened palm against his tummy, the side of her hand was just touching the base of his penis. She soaped impudently between the cheeks of his bottom. She ignored his gasps as she pressed against his little rosebud.

“Ooooohhh.”

Philip could not believe it. He was naked and completely on display to three girls. He dared not resist Trish’s hands... and yet there was no respite from the pure unadulterated embarrassment

“Just relax sweetheart, this won’t take a second.”

His gasps of pure embarrassment told Jill that his sphincter was being thoroughly penetrated. Trish was moving her arm rapidly as she inserted two slender fingers into his virgin orifice.

“Just relax, there that’s the way.” She slipped her hand slowly down from his torso and grasped his penis. Jill immediately encased his scrotum in both hands and began to soap him, jiggling his testes to and fro in delight.

Kate got up from her chair and stood by Jill’s side. She could see the long sensual strokes of Trish’s fingers running up the shaft of her brother’s penis and then capturing the foreskin as she brought her hand back towards his pubis, baring the head of his penis for them all to see.

Philip was completely bereft of speech he groaned and gasped as suddenly he felt an incredible sensation inside his bottom. He shivered and shook in an absolute delirium of exquisite sexual torture.

Jill looked at Kate’s eager face as she watched Philip being thoroughly aroused by Trish’s and her own ministrations. She saw Kate’s surprise as she observed Philip’s acute shiver of sensation and she knew that Kate had realised that Trish must have done something special to him, inside his bottom.

“Did you see Philip jerk his bottom, Kate? Well, boys have a special little bump inside their bottoms. It is called the prostate gland... it is situated more or less at the other end of the penis, deep inside their little bottoms. When Trish rubbed it to make sure his bottom was clean, it made his penis jump. Boys can’t help becoming aroused when you rub it. You know like you felt special when I rubbed your little button.”

Kate looked up at Philip’s blushing face. “Did it make you jump Philip having Trish rub your prospect?” Philip was so embarrassed as his sister asked her question so innocently. He was so wreathed in shame and embarrassment. His penis was throbbing, and he knew he would not be able to control his body much longer. How could this be happening? He was being bathed by thirteen and fifteen-year-old girls, in front of his twelve-year-old sister. He was helpless. The only thing he could do was blush and shiver in humiliation.

Jill whispered to Kate. “It’s called a, ‘pros-tate’... and if you keep touching it, their stuff comes out of their peenies. They can’t stop it.”

Trish’s voice penetrated Philip’s shroud of embarrassment. “Right, Philip, let us all see what you can do. Hold on to Jill’s shoulders and keep your hands there. I know you are embarrassed... but this must be done. I can’t have your peenie being stiff all evening.”

Trish nodded to Jill as she picked up a wash-cloth in her right hand, still keeping the fingers of her left hand, clasped around his testicles. Jill whispered to Kate. “Just watch his peenie, it is real neat how boys spurt their stuff.”

Philip blushed again as Trish suddenly orientated her fingers inside his bottom and stroked firmly over his prostate gland. Her other hand drew back his foreskin with a deft, well-practiced movement. She started to manipulate his penis vigorously and expertly. He twisted and wriggled to no avail as Trish diligently handled his body. Her grip was firm and sure, and it took only a few strokes before his body became completely rigid. His face grimaced as he began to ejaculate.

Jill was ready for him. With one hand squeezing his testicles, she held the wash-cloth a few inches away from his penis. She held it far enough away from the tip, so that both she and Kate could watch him spurt.

Trish’s voice was soft and encouraging as she spoke to the anguished fourteen-year-old boy. “Come along sweetie, let’s see what a big boy can do for his babysitters. There that’s the way, nice big-boy spurts. Show the girls what you can do.”

Philip was delirious with a combination of shame, embarrassment and sexual sensation. He felt helpless and bereft of any self-esteem. He was being forced to ejaculate in front of his little sister and her friend, Jill. Trish had complete and absolute control of his every emotion. Her voice not only added to his shame, but also to his overwhelming sexual sensation.

The first anguished spurt of thick semen, shot out from the end of his penis like a bullet from a gun. The pulse between his legs was an exquisite agony of pure ecstasy. Nothing in his young life had prepared him for this.

“Haaa...aaa ha haaHH.” He raised himself onto his tip-toes.

“Come along now, Philip. I want a thorough ejaculation from you. I don’t allow little boys to hold back their spurts. I will have to take your bare bottom over my knees and spank and spank and spank you. So be a clever little boy and show the girls what a good boy you can be. There that’s the way. Oh my, such big spurts from my shivery little boy.”

Trish’s words spurred him onwards. Each expulsion of semen took him further and further into an experience that was completely new to him. Her fingers, thrusting and cajoling, inside his bottom, primed each spurt with such vigour that his body was no longer his own.

His convulsions and contortions fascinated Kate. To have control of a boy’s emotions like this, fascinated and intrigued her. Her voice was almost childlike as she spoke to her brother. “Shall I help you to keep spurting, Philip? I know just what to do to make you feel nice.” She reached up her arms and took each of his nipples between finger and thumb. “There we are, Philip. It’s not just little girls that shiver when their nipples are squeezed... little boys like it too!” Kate squeezed and then scored her fingernails over the rigid flesh for a moment, before she squeezed again. She looked down at his throbbing penis, watching Trish’s fingers flying over the flesh. Her slender fingers were turning and twisting around the rim and over the head of the glans. Kate was fascinated by Trish’s technique and obvious experience.

Kate’s voice sounded childishly excited as she spoke to Trish. “Are you still prodding his thingy, inside his bottom? I can see him jerking, is that what is making him spurt so much. You are clever Trish. Are you going to prod him again... just in case he is naughty and doesn’t spurt enough of his stuff? Oh, I can see you must have done it again... look Jill... he is really trying to fill your wash-cloth. I’ll give him another squeeze. Watch him, he closes his eyes when I rub my nails over his nip-nips.”

The final wail of anguish escaped from Philip’s lips. His body seemed to go from a rigid seizure to a sudden limpness. His whole muscle structure seemed to collapse.

Trish now penetrated his bottom with slow easy strokes, soothing her other hand gently over his penis as she coaxed the last drops of his semen from the tip of his penis.

“Poor baby, that was a big spurt for such a little boy. I promise, I will give you a big kiss, before I do your second one.”

Kate saw the look of horror on Philips face, at Trish’s pronouncement. She grinned at Jill and whispered. “Do you think Trish will let me help for his next one?”

Kate seemed incapable of stopping herself as she took a globule of his semen from Jill’s wash-cloth and sucked it from her finger. She looked deep into Philip’s anguished face as she sucked. “I have captured some of you Philip. Do you see, this is from deep inside you? Look at me Philip, I am tasting you. You are ‘ready-salted’ just like those potato chips, but big brother, far more, tasty. You are absolutely... delish!”

Trish gently withdrew her fingers from deep within his bottom and let go of his penis. She saw that it was still erect as she came around to Jill’s side of the bath. Together, the two sisters helped the boy from the tub. His body felt limp and exhausted as they helped him to stand upon the floor. Trish quickly sat down in front of him and wrapped a towel around him. She pulled him forward and sat him sideways upon her knees.

“Poor baby, was that too much for you sweetie? Never mind. You rest your head on my shoulder and have a little rest. My, what a brave little boy you are. If you are good, I will give you a long kiss. Would you like that sweetheart... hum? A big long kiss?”

Trish placed her hand upon the shaft of his penis. She was rather surprised to feel that it was still hard and that there was an answering throb to her touch. “Oh my, Philip. Your little peenie is still hard. Are you showing off in front of the girls... hum? Showing them all what a big grown-up boy you are. Let me get you dry and then I will see to you.”

Philip was feeling languid and utterly drained of energy. The soft feel of her body, as she cuddled him upon her knees, made him feel safe and secure. It did not however, alleviate his embarrassment as Jill and Kate watched him avidly.

It was two hours later that the three girls were sat in the modern lounge of the Collins household watching the finish of a re-run of ‘Friends’ on the large panoramic flat screen TV. Jill and Trish were still dressed in their tunics, while Kate, on Trish’s seemingly odd instruction, had dressed in a white school shirt and tie. Her skirt was one she had grown out of. It was far too short for school. The material was pleated, allowing her legs to move freely. Kate knew that she was showing her thighs as she changed position upon the settee.

Philip was seated in one of the easy chairs, comfortably wrapped in two large towels. Trish muted the volume of the TV and called over to him. “Come and sit next to me Philip, I want to have a word with you.”

Philip flushed to his usual blush and walked over to the long corner suite where the girls were seated. Kate and Jill shuffled along the smooth white leather to make way for him. Kate made sure that she left only enough room so that he would have to sit close to Trish.

He blushed again as he felt Trish put her arm around his shoulders and hold him close to her. “Now listen sweetie, your mom is bound to call soon. I want you to be the one to answer her call. I know that you are the person she was most worried about leaving. She thought that you might be upset by being looked after by Jill and me. So, I want you to sound happy and cheerful when she calls. Think you can do that, Philip?” She smiled into his face.

Philip blushed, but nodded seriously. “Yes Miss... hum Trish. I want Mom to feel free to go whenever she feels like it, without worrying about Kate or me.”

“Well, that is nice for your Mom. But don’t you think that we’ve both looked after you well?”

She looked deep into his eyes. Philip blushed, but could not help the words that came tumbling out of his mouth. “Oh yes, Miss. I get embarrassed... I can’t help it... but I love you being here... and letting me sit next to you.”

“Good boy. Now why don’t you let me give you a big kiss, for being such a nice boy.”

It was at that moment, as if on cue that the phone rang. Philip clung to his towels as he dashed to the phone and picked it up. “Is that you Mom... erm... it’s Philip.” His mother’s voice came over the line with a chuckle. “I haven’t been away that long, that I have forgotten your voice. Are you alright?”

“Oh, great mom, Trish and Jill are super... they can look after us anytime. Kate loves having them here too. Do you want to talk to Trish, she’s right here!”

“I am so pleased you are getting along Philip. Yes please, I would just like a quick word.”

Philip turned to take the phone to Trish and found her standing close behind him. She gave him a smile as she took the phone and walked through to the kitchen with it.

“Hello, Mrs Collins. Yes, they have both been absolutely perfect. No... no problems. Yes... a teensy-weensy bit of embarrassment. No, no problems and they are having a great time. Yes, yes... he is... and I am going to let him take me out, I know he is dying to ask me. In fact, he is so shy... I might have to ask him to take me out. Without being a show-off, I think it will do his ego the world of good. I am also going to help him with his math. He is really quick, so I am going to coach him after school and get him up to the class above, I know he can do it.”

Trish listened to the relief and pride in Mrs Collins voice and then the anxiety in her next words. She smiled with quiet satisfaction as she listened. “No, not at all, Mrs. Collins. If you think about it, we all go to the same school at the same time. I am an expert with the washer and drier... and my Mom will get anything we need and settle with you when you get back.” She listened as Mrs. Collins explained what they would be doing and why there would be very little, if any contact.

“You don’t need to talk to Philip or Kate, they will be delighted for you. We are all agreed that this should have happened a long time ago. Even Kate was saying that she hoped you would be going away more often. Philip was adamant that you start having a proper social life, rather than just being a twenty-four-seven mom.

Don’t let me keep you, have a word with my mom by all means, she will tell you the same thing. Alright Mrs. Collins... alright, Wendy if you insist... please have fun. I assure you that I will make absolutely certain that Philip and Kate enjoy their leisure and do their school-work diligently. Yes...yess... yesss... now go, for heaven’s sake.” Trish laughed at Wendy’s effusive thanks. “Alright... now go.” She tapped the pad to end the call. And stood for a moment, her thoughts in a flurry. What was it Kate had said. ‘Delish!’

The ensuing conversation with Philip, Kate and Jill was prolonged. Kate was excited and jumping up and down with joy. She constantly interrupted with questions.” Two whole weeks on a cruise. He is buying her all new clothes..., what in the best Admiral’s cabin. What a super-duper Uncle Larry.”

Trish kept her eye on Philip as she explained everything to them all. He had returned to his easy chair. She knew that he had been too embarrassed to presume to sit next to her without being asked to. She watched his face become excited... then embarrassed... then excited as she continued.

“...Well now we come to Philip, who is excited for his mom, but I can see, is wondering about the more intimate aspects of his care,” she concluded. She looked at everyone, who in turn, looked at Philip’s blushing face.

“Am I right Philip?”

Philip blushed from the tips of his toes to the tips of his ears.

His voice was a stammer. “Oh, er, Miss. Just a little..., but I really won’t make a fuss.”

“I know you will try your best, you’re a dear sweet boy. Would it help you if I told you that I love you too, Philip? That I will look after you, I will make you work hard, but I will make sure that you are happy.”

She watched his emotions, his eyes glistening with her words.

“Now I am going to discuss this next bit in front of you all. But I am really addressing myself to Philip.”

She watched him blush. His bottom lip now trembling with utter embarrassment.

“You have been playing with your little penis, haven’t you, Philip?”

The suddenness of such an embarrassing question was too much for the boy’s tender emotions. Everyone saw the tears of shame in his eyes before he bent his head to his chest. His shoulders were heaving with the deep emotion of his florid unremitting shame. Trish saw his fingers nervously clutching his towels as he tried to gather himself.

Suddenly he muttered an unintelligible answer, nodding his head.

“Tell me properly, Philip.”

He managed to raise his blushing face towards her.

“Yes... Miss.

“How often, Philip.”

“Once or twice... erm... oh... every week.”

“Tell me how long this has been going on, Philip.”

His blushes and stammers were delighting Trish. She leaned forward and looked at him sternly.

“Since... hum Christmas Miss.”

“Good boy. I might just be in time to stop you disfiguring your penis and perhaps ensuring that your mother does not discover that you have been secretly playing with your own penis”

The boy looked mystified as did Jill and Kate.

“Let me explain it to you Philip. You might have been too rough with your penis. Perhaps always touching yourself in the same way, probably with the same hand. Am I right?”

Philip’s embarrassment was such that he shivered in shame.

“I’m sorry Miss. I am so ashamed of myself. Please Miss... hum... Will you still erm... like me a little?”

“Yes... of course, but you haven’t answered my question.”

“Yes... Miss... hum... I did hum... do it like you said. I am so sorry Miss... I love you Miss and I am very... hum.. ashamed of myself.”

She looked at him questioningly. “Do you think that your mom is unaware of what you have been doing. Have you left little clues, like discarded tissues, little messes on the sheets? How long before she discovers you playing with your little peenie?”

His blush deepened as Trish got up and walked across to him. She took his hand and beckoned him to stand up. She took his burning cheeks between the palm of each hand and looked into his glistening eyes.

“I want you to obey me now. I want to get your secret out in the open and tell you what will be happening to you from now on... if you really do love me, that is.”

She took her hands away from his face and spoke softly.

“Stand in the middle of the room and face the settee.”

She sat back down, seeing the girls beside her, lean forward as they watched the blushing boy obey her command.

“Now, Philip take your towels off and stand up straight so that we can all see you. I know you are embarrassed, but we are all your friends... come along. Drop them on the floor.”

Kate looked at him eagerly. Her thoughts were whirling around in her head. This is what I would love to make him do. Have my darling brother do whatever I want him to do. Have complete control, just like Trish. How super... he is obeying her. Having to show his lovely naked body to her... and to me. How heavenly!

Philip fought with his emotions. He bared his chest, letting the towel fall to his feet. Then with the deepest shiver of anguished embarrassment, he loosened the towel at his waist and let it also fall to the floor. He stood upright, his chin quivering as he placed his hands at his sides.

“Good boy... Now sweetheart. Stay still and keep looking at me.” She watched his face blush to a deep red as she met his gaze. “Put both hands upon your head and stand with your legs apart. This is important. I want you to obey me, Philip.”

Philip continued to blush and tremble. He looked at Trish, her expression showed encouragement as he struggled against his almost overwhelming desire to run from the room and hide. “You can do it for me, Philip. Just for me Sweetheart.”

Her words won over his naïve emotions. He raised his hands and clasped them firmly on top of his head. He shuffled his feet, forcing himself to stand with his legs astride.

“Now Philip, listen carefully. Try and overcome your embarrassment and listen to my words.”

She sat back and luxuriated in her first leisurely view of his naked body. She dared not look at Jill and Kate, in case the boy suddenly took flight.

“OK, Philip, first things first. Listen carefully. I know that you feel guilty and ashamed of what you have been doing. You would absolutely die of shame, if you thought that your mother even suspected you of playing with your own penis.”

She watched the horror of the thought sweep across his face.
“Now don’t get upset. Mothers like to ignore the fact of their son’s masturbation. All mothers obviously know what boys do; but, your mother may think that you are still too young to have started masturbating. Let me put your mind at rest. If you are compliant to my discipline of you... and you obey me without question. She will never discover that you masturbate.” She observed the boy’s curiosity and obvious relief. She knew that her next words would embarrass and shame him. But, she was most curious to see his reaction when she dropped her final bombshell.

Kate and Jill were in absolute heaven. Jill had felt Kate’s slender fingers reach out and curl around her own and squeeze her hand as she leaned forward in excitement. They watched every contour of Philip’s body, admiring his physical perfection and his obvious distress. Both of them were also wondering when his penis would start to erect.

“I am going to manage, your sexual arousal. It is quite normal for boys to become erect, many times a day. However, I shall be ensuring that your arousal is properly managed. This will happen at least twice a day, every day from now on. Your penis will be efficiently and thoroughly manipulated until you are forced to ejaculate.”

I have provided the perfect opportunity, by agreeing to tutor you in math. So, as well as your coaching each evening, I shall be extracting your semen!”

Trish and the girl’s watched his face turn to a deep shade of red at the pronouncement. Trish knew that his shame was mounting and yet she hid her delight in the knowledge that there was worse to come for the young boy.

These coming two weeks are most fortunate for you Philip, while your mom is away. We can get you started on a proper regimen of multiple ejaculations. Each one will be most thorough. It will give me an ideal opportunity to train Jill and Kate. They will both become proficient in extracting the maximum quantity of semen from you at each withdrawal.”

Philip looked in horror at his little sister and then quickly back to Trish. “Oh no... she can’t... it is wrong... oh I couldn’t. He took his hands from his head and clasped them in front of his genitalia. He was trembling with emotion. His face showed his indignation.

Trish smiled at him. “Oh Philip, you are being disobedient. Stop and think for a moment. There will be times when I am unable to attend to you. And there are weekends when I may not be able to manipulate your penis for you. Your sister realizes how necessary your extraction is. You will obey her without question. Girls are far more grown-up than boys and you are behaving like a spoiled child. I will not have such bad behaviour Philip. Now stand up immediately and put your hands back on your head. DO IT NOW!”

She looked at the cringing young boy. He was bent forward with his knees bent inwards and his head facing the floor. She waited. Her authority, she knew, would sooner or later win through.

Kate and Jill were on tenterhooks. Would he comply... would they get their hands upon the boy? Have him stand in front of them meek and embarrassed while they toyed with his body to their hearts content? Could this really happen? They watched avidly, waiting and wondering.

It was Trish, that saw the first flinch of his inner struggle. She risked a look at Jill and Kate. They were straining against the very edge of the seat. Watching the naked boy for a glimmer of obedience.

“I should just think so... you really are a naughty boy. Now come along... back in position.” Philip had not known whether he wanted to obey or not. But Trish’s words seemed to spur him to acquiescence. She did not hurry or chide him, but instead waited silently until he eventually straightened up. It seemed that once he had made up his mind that his actions speeded up. He placed his legs wide apart and put his hands upon his head and clasped them together. He raised his head and looked at Trish. “I am sorry, Miss. Please forgive me, but I don’t know what to think any more.”

Trish got up gracefully. She stood to his left-hand side and whispered to him. “I know you have had a battle with yourself, but you will come to realise, that this is really for your own good. Now stand still while I spank your bottom. Keep still now.” Her right hand spanked his bottom in a series of rapid spanks. Her hand did not hurt him like the tennis shoe, but the ignominy of standing naked in front of Jill and Kate while the beautiful fifteen-year-old girl that he loved, was making him stand naked, with his legs spread wide and his hands upon his head, while she spanked his bottom. He was blushing furiously as he saw that his sister and Jill were both leaning forward watching him. Perhaps the worst part of their observation was that his sister was looking into his face intently, seeing every nuance and reaction to his humiliating punishment. He was shamed to the very core of his being.

He felt his bottom begin to smart as the spanks rained upon his buttocks. He stood stoically until he had received a good thirty spanks. Trish’s voice was soft in his ear. “Please be my good little boy from now on, Philip. I promise I will take excellent care of you.”

Kate jumped up from the settee. Her actions were instinctive as she stood in front of her naked brother, her body touching his for just a moment before she stepped back.

“Philip, I love you more than all the world. I know you would die of shame or commit suicide or something stupid, if mom ever once, caught you playing with your peenie. Well Trish has arranged it so that mom will never know. You had better get over your shyness in front of me, because it is not going to help you. We are going to keep you safe from mom ever knowing. Do you understand? All that dweebie guilt will be gone. I love you Philip and I will never harm you and never let you get caught...ever... I solemnly promise.”

She reached down and cupped her hand beneath his scrotum, feeling his testes move with the coolness of her fingers. He jerked his body in shock at his sister’s action. “Stand still and don’t move, or you will spanked again, this time with the tennis shoe!”

She quickly grasped his penis in her other hand and retracted his foreskin. Her voice was firm as she spoke to him. “You are being childish, Philip. Now be a good boy while I manipulate your little peenie. Honestly Philip, don’t you see that we are all trying to help you.”

Philip was so ashamed of himself as he felt his penis throb within the confines of his little sister’s cool fingers.

“Oh... please nooo... Kate.” His voice quavered as Kate ran her thumb over the glans. She tried to remember the expert strokes that Trish had demonstrated in the bathroom. She suddenly realized that she need not have worried. His penis throbbed mightily as he became fully erect. She squeezed his testicles gently as she ran her nails over the sensitive opening of his urethra. She felt him try and escape the extreme sensation. She let him go and stood back, looking down at the results of her delicate teasing. “There you are Philip. You, naughty boy. Fancy making so much fuss. Look at your little peenie. See how it is bobbing up and down. Look at me. Come on... look into my eyes.”

Kate met his gaze. “You will obey me, when I instruct you to take your pants down and get ready for me to milk you. Won’t you Philip? Look down and see the evidence. You are just as sensitive to my touch as that of Trish or Jill. Tell me you will obey my instructions.”

Philip’s face was a deep crimson as he answered her. “Yes... oh please Kate I promise, please don’t make me feel so embarrassed. I promise I will obey you.”

Kate smiled at her older brother. “OK Philip, but I am determined that I will be able to do it as well as Trish can... so I will be practicing on you. It might mean you having to spurt lots and lots, before I become an expert. “

Trish smiled at Kate as she sat back down. “OK Jill, I think Philip is nicely aroused for his extraction. Would you like to go and get your creams, while I position him for you?”

Trish picked up the towels that Philip had discarded on the floor. She carefully folded them several times until she had two thick squares of towelling. She placed the towels on the two nearest corners of the low coffee table and turned back towards Philip.

His face was still one complete red blush as he stood with his legs apart and his hands upon his head. His penis was fully erect and was standing out from his body. She stroked her hand over his shoulders and down his spine until her palm rested upon his reddened buttocks. Her voice was soft as she whispered to him.

“Show me how obedient a sensible young boy can be. Take your hands down and keep them at your sides.”

She watched him as he tentatively obeyed. Trish moved in front of him and placed her arms around his shoulders with her hands touching the back of his head. She felt the hardness of his penis as she pressed her body against his and tilted his head. His trembling lips brushed against her own as she kissed him. She caressed the nape of his neck as she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. She felt a violent tremor run through his body as she invaded his mouth. She held him in a lingering kiss until his body seemed to swoon against her.

She moved her head back and looked into his eyes. They showed her his true emotions as clearly as if they had been written upon his face. Love, hope, embarrassment, trepidation... they were all there for her to see. He gasped at the sensation of her kiss.

She smiled gently at him, her look was of care and concern for him.

“Now sweet boy, let me take care of you.”

She dropped her hand and held his penis, her fingers delicately fluttering over his throbbing flesh. She kept her eyes on his, as she felt his penis begin to throb vigorously.

“Come along sweet boy, kneel down, hands and knees. One knee on each towel There, that’s the way.” She took a large scatter cushion and placed it beneath his chest and drooping head. “Now rest your head and chest down onto the cushion, there we are that’s perfect. Now keep that bottom raised, while I go and help Jill.”

She turned towards Kate who was sitting forward with her legs almost bared to her waist. “Would you like to sooth your big brother’s bottom for him. Show him how much you love him, while I’m gone.” Kate jumped up and stood at her brother’s side. Looking down at his naked body.

Who would have believed it? I am standing over my beautiful naked brother. How beautifully obedient he is now. Kneeling down, his legs spread wide with his pretty bottom up in the air and his beautiful face laid to the side, resting on his hands. And I am going to feel his nakedness... and he is going to be obedient. Oh Wow!

She bent over and kissed his blushing cheek.

“Good boy, Philip. I love you... and I am going to make you feel nice... just because I love you so much. Now don’t go all silly and embarrassed when I touch you.”

Almost reverently, she stroked her hands over his shoulders and let them trail softly over the dip of his spine and upwards onto the delicious raised flesh of his bared bottom. At first, she contented herself with stroking over the firm, smooth globes of flesh, until impetuously, she slipped her hand between them. He shivered and groaned as she explored deep in between his buttocks. Her voice was a whisper.

“Just relax sweetie, I just love your pretty bottom.”

She heard him gasp as the fingers of her other hand impudently closed around the shaft of his penis. Since he had been positioned by Trish, Philip had been painfully aware of the vulnerability of his erect penis, so openly displayed between his widely-spread thighs.

“You are a beautiful boy, Philip. I know Trish loves you... and I know you are the luckiest boy in the world to have such a perfect girlfriend. Just relax now, does my touch really make you shiver so much? Never mind, you wait and see Philip... I am going to get you so excited after my training that you won’t be able to stand it.”

Philip blushed. His mind had not been able to accommodate the plethora of sensations and emotions that had been heaped upon him in such a short period of time. His naïve senses had failed to recognize the clever way that his body, and his emotions, had been carefully manipulated.

He blushed again, his cheeks burning against the smooth material of the cushion as he heard Trish and Jill return to the room. He could hear the clinking of jars and the rustling of their uniforms as they moved around. However, he was unable to see any of the preparation that was happening right behind him.

Kate had let go of his penis, but her hands were still stroking gently over the cheeks and cleft of his bottom. Trish came into view, and he watched as she kneeled beside his head and began to stroke his blushing cheek.

“Well sweetheart, you are a good boy, and good boys always get rewarded.” She slipped her other hand beneath his head and kissed his cheek. Philip was completely unaware that Trish was holding his head for a far more sinister reason.

Her voice softly whispered to him as unexpectedly, he felt a cold lubricant being firmly applied between the cheeks of his bottom.

“Just relax Sweetie.”

He gasped and groaned but was unable to raise his head as slender fingers deftly penetrated his bottom. He shuddered but obediently stayed in position as his penis and testicles were suddenly encased in a firm grip. He was completely unaware of the flat dish that lay beneath him on the table-top, waiting to catch his emission.

Trish held his head firmly, whispering to him. “Relax... your bottom for me sweetheart, try and be brave, just like a big boy. Now deep breaths, Philip... in... out... in... out..., there we are that’s the way.”

Her hands were gently stroking his cheeks, and her soft words of endearment were designed to divert his attention from working out, who was doing what to him.
Kate stifled a giggle as she felt a throb from the small protruding mound of flesh deep within his bottom. All four fingers of her tiny hand had seemed to slip through his sphincter so easily after Jill had lubricated him. She stroked the pads of her fingers over the soft mound, watching his body shake and shiver.

She relished the immediate response of his body to each movement of her fingers. Prodding the gland, she discovered, caused him to grunt and shudder, while a gentle swirl of her fingers produced a deep throb inside his bottom. She felt Jill take hold of her free hand and guide it underneath him to the tip of his penis. She felt her pull the skin of his penis back, leaving the bared head of the penis, freely available to her.

Kate grinned cheekily at Jill’s studious face, as she began to experiment with different touches to his prostate gland and the ensuing response from the head of his penis. Kate memorised every movement and her brother’s involuntary response. She delighted in her absolute control.

Suddenly the boy began to gasp... his body becoming rigid, arching his back as he tightened his buttocks against Kates wrist. She quickly began to quicken her fingers upon the head of his penis as she prodded his prostate. Somehow Kate’s knowledge of her brother prompted her words.

“Come along Philip... nice big spurts. I am going to prod the thingy inside your little botty. Can you feel me slippy-sliding my fingers over the tip of your peenie?” Kate’s actions became more pronounced as she used her little-girl voice.

“Do you like my little fingers inside your botty and on the tip of your peenie, do you, Philip? I bet you spurt ever-so-much when Jill squeezes your plump little balls. Shall I tell her to squeeze them for you now? Oh, what a good boy, you are spurting into our dish. Let me rub your peenie a bit quicker... how’s that, Philip? Now I am going to be very firm with that cute little bump in your bottom. Can you feel it... oooh Philip, you’re really shaking, never mind it will soon be over, once you have filled my little dish for me.

She watched in absolute ecstasy as the thick globules of semen jetted into the wide dish

“Come on, Philip, I want some really big spurts. Jill is going to squeeze your squidgy balls. They still look really plump and juicy. Would you like her to give you a big, firm squeeze? Oh, Philip that was a big spurt. My, my, Philip, you are shaking like a leaf, never mind, Sweetie-poops... your little sister will take good care of you. Now, I will give one more delicious little tickle to your peenie.”

Kate scored her nails around the rim of the penis head. She thrilled as she watched him try to rear up in distress. She was aware that Trish had stood upright and was pressing her hand flat against his back. Suddenly, Trish’s left hand smacked his bottom with three sharp spanks. Kate was in heaven as she saw his body shudder with deep emotion and watched the final thick viscous globule of semen spurt into her dish.

The girls stroked and soothed him. Their hands were everywhere on his body, calming and cajoling him back to sanguinity. They sat him naked upon the long settee. Trish sat to his right and Kate sat to his left. It was Kate that took his head in her hands and turned his face towards her.

“I love you so much, my clever brother. I really wanted you to spurt your stuff for me. I want you to know that I will always be here to make you spurt any time that it is necessary. Will you promise me that you will do as you are told when I decide to milk your beautiful peenie for you... will you?”

Philip looked into Kate’s eyes. It seemed to Kate that Philip was looking at her with the same respect that he had shown to Trish.

“Yes... Kate I will obey you.” He blushed for a moment but did not take his eyes from hers.

“I know I get embarrassed, but I know that I love you very much... and I am grateful for what you are doing for me. I couldn’t bear the thought of mom knowing what I had been doing.”

Kate smiled at him. “Then I promise you, Philip. That I will always make sure that we are safely on our own before I milk your peenie.” She giggled. “Even if I have to take you down to the bottom of the garden, and through the bluffs, to the sand dunes above the beach. No one ever goes there. I’ll take you behind the long grasses. It will be perfectly safe there.” Philip blushed, knowing that she probably would too!

“Oh... one more thing Philip, I want Trish to get rid of your little tuft of pubic hair. So that you are quite bare. You will look so much younger down there, and being small for your age, you will look just like a little boy and I can take you skinny dipping in the sea.”

Trish had listened to the conversation and realised how well they had accomplished Philip’s compliance. She knew that it was a huge step for the boy’s delicate nature. She placed her hand upon his bare shoulder. “I will wax you tomorrow. You really don’t have much hair, Philip.... and you will look so much nicer without it.”

Philip blushed. He knew that his pubic hair was sparse, but he still thought it made him look so much more grown-up. “Oh, do I really have to be... um bare again?” He looked at Trish.

“Come along Philip, I am going to let Jill clean you up in the bathroom and then put you to bed. It is late, and I know that mom will be over bright and early in the morning to make breakfast. I won’t forget to come and tuck you in and kiss you, goodnight, Philip. Would you like that Sweetie?”

For once there was no hesitation or embarrassment; just a look of pure love.
“Oh yes please Miss.”

Jill took Philip by the hand. She led the naked boy up the stairs, noticing a sudden blush to his face as he realised that a thirteen-year-old girl had suddenly taken charge of him.

Jill was well aware of the situation. And had known, that if Trish’s agenda had gone according to plan, then this is exactly what she would be doing. She also knew that Kate was in for a very thorough orgasm at the hands of her big sister.

She did not speak to Philip on their trip to the bathroom. She left him standing naked while she filled the bath to a quarter full. “OK Philip. Step into the bath. Stand with your legs spread apart, I will tell you when they are stretched wide enough.” She watched his naked body as he climbed in and stood up. She stood in front of him.

“Hands upon my shoulders please Philip.” She delighted in his blush and the look of anxiety upon his beautiful face. Thrilling as he tentatively placed his hands lightly upon her shoulders. He blushed again at the intimacy of the situation. To be standing naked in front of a pretty and very dominant thirteen-year-old girl... and touching her shoulders, seemed very alien and embarrassing. He could feel his cheeks burning with shame.

“Good boy, now don’t let your hands leave my shoulders, even when I have to bend down to soap between your legs. Now spread your legs until I tell you to stop.”

She watched his blush deepen as she squeezed soap on to her hands until they were well covered, and watched his feet shuffling until his legs were spread wide apart.

“That will do, now hold my shoulders firmly.”

She looked up into his face. “Now don’t be embarrassed Philip. I have to do this, so promise you won’t be naughty and make me have to smack your little bare bottom.”

His deep blush thrilled her. She waited until he looked down. She could see his body tremble in anxious anticipation as to what she might do. His penis was already plump, and she knew that it would not be long before he was fully erect.

She thrust one hand deep between his legs. She held her breath in delight as she slid her flattened palm upwards. She deftly parted the cheeks of his buttocks, rudely pushing further upwards until her fingertips were pressed hard against his sphincter. His parted legs, and her slippery fingers aided her easy access. She smoothly slipped two fingers up inside his bottom.

“Ooooh hum... ah... ah.”

“There we are Philip, let me get the soap well in so that I can get that cream off you.”

She could feel his legs quiver and shake as she hooked her fingers against his prostate.

“Ah... ah... ooh.”

The heel of her hand parted his buttocks and gave her the purchase she needed to stimulate the gland. She worked her fingers diligently until he was standing upon his tiptoes. She observed his penis carefully as it became fully erect.

“Good boy, Philip. Now try and stay relaxed.”

She almost giggled at the thought that he most certainly would not be able to relax. She moved her right-hand forward and wrapped her fingers around his penis. She slipped the foreskin backwards and let the heel of her hand brush against the bared head of the glans. She had watched Trish once do this to a young boy. She knew that the boy had found the sensation unbearably sensitive.

“Oooooohhhhh... ah, ah...”

“Don’t worry Philip, I will soon have you nice and clean.”

Philip could feel the tell-tale signs of his arousal going beyond the point of no return. Jill was in no doubt at all that the boy was near to ejaculation. She slipped her fingers from his bottom and let go of his penis.

“Right Philip, nearly done. Just face the faucet and put your hands against the wall to steady yourself, I can’t have you slipping in the bath!”

She smiled as she saw that she had narrowly averted his impending orgasm. She held his waist as he turned and leaned forward.

“Good boy, now just relax while I finish up.”

She re-soaped her hands and this time quickly penetrated his bottom with three fingers of her right hand. His sphincter felt tight as she sought his prostate. His anguished gasp confirmed her location of the little bump inside his bottom. She did not stimulate him immediately. Instead she slipped the soapy fingers of her left hand around his penis.

She allowed him to acclimatise to the feel of her fingers before beginning her onslaught to his delicate senses.

“Just relax, baby-boy. Nearly finished... just relax now.”

Suddenly she prodded his prostate as her left hand flew over the sensitive glans of his erect penis. She could see him arch his back and raise himself upon his tiptoes.

“For heaven’s sake, just relax Philip. You really are a shuffle bottom aren’t you.”

Her voice was calm and yet her hands and fingers worked diligently on his flesh. She could feel him throb, both inside his bottom and within the shaft of his penis.

“Oh... Miss...oh, oh, OH.”

Jill watched with delight. Knowing that she had cleverly induced the boy’s vigorous and torturous ejaculation.

“Well, well.” She chided. “What a naughty boy, spurting in the bath in front of your babysitter. What a bad, bad boy you are. Still I suppose, little boys sometimes can’t help their little peenies spurting all over the place.”

Her hands had not stopped for one moment. Her intense manipulation of his prostate and penis had him almost convulsing in an agonising and comprehensive extraction of his semen. She did not stop chiding him.

“My, my... Philip, what on earth would Trish say to your lewd behaviour. Well I shall just have to wash you all over again.”

Jill was delighted with her performance as the boy gasped for breath. His penis throbbing but no longer ejaculating. Callously she continued washing his penis, knowing that soon the sensation would become unbearable for him.

“Oh...oh... ah... AH. Please no more...oh please I can’t stand it.”

“Alright, you, naughty boy, just let me get the showerhead and rinse you off.”

Jill carefully extricated her fingers from his bottom and let his penis go. She reached for the flexible showerhead and made sure that the water was running cold, before she sprayed his penis and testicles. She ignored his gasps of protestation as she held the showerhead against the cleft of his bottom and sprayed upwards.

He arched his back, his hands leaving the wall. She immediately smacked his bottom. “Put your hands back on the wall, Philip.”

She waited while he obeyed and then deliberately sprayed his genitals and bottom again, before she bade him turn around and get out of the bath.

She looked into his shameful face as he stood obediently before her. “Alright Sweetheart. I’ll just mark that up as an accident. I shall have to tell Trish of course. She may want to make arrangements for your semen to be extracted more often. Now let me dry you so that I can take you across my knees for a little spanking on your bared bottom.”

Philip was in turmoil as she dried him. Nonchalantly she bared the head of his penis, rubbing the sensitive tip with the towel. He could not help shivering and shaking as she dried him as if he had no sensitivities. She continued patting his flesh, as she manoeuvred him to her right-hand side. She quickly slipped the hem of her tunic upwards and at the same time, dropped the towel. She deftly tipped him over her bared knees, quickly accommodating his plump penis between her thighs. Philip could hardly bear the shame of being placed naked over a thirteen-year-old girl’s knees.

Jill immediately began to spank his upturned bottom. Her tiny hand, did not hurt him, but the shame was almost too intense to bear. “Oh please, Miss. I’m sorry. I am so embarrassed Miss. Oh... please let me up.”

“Of course, I will let you up when I have finished your spanking. This is an important part of your training. You will soon come to understand that you have to submit. Submit to having your penis properly played with until you squirt nicely... and submit to a bare-bottom spanking, if we decide to spank your bare bottom. We are in charge of you now. Do you understand? I am just going to give you fifteen more spanks. Just to show you that I can... and will. Now raise your bottom, so that I know that you understand.”

Philip felt utterly foolish trying to raise his bottom, so that she could spank it.

Jill stopped spanking him, but still kept him on her knees as she caressed his beautifully smooth flesh. Inhaling the moment and savouring the sight of his enticingly upturned buttocks. Now nicely pink from his spanking. Eventually, she stood him up and looked at him. She was delighted to see that his penis had become erect once more. She reached forward and took hold of his almost rigid penis.

“Look at me Philip. We are going to milk you, until this doesn’t happen anymore. You may be embarrassed now, but just think about what Trish has said. We are going to save you from a far greater embarrassment, of being discovered, playing with your own penis or getting erect. Boys can’t help themselves and sooner or later you would chance playing with your peenie at an inappropriate time... and get caught.”

Trish waited while she heard the sounds of Jill taking Philip to his bedroom. Both she and Kate had heard her spanking his bottom.

She took Kate’s hand and led her to the bathroom. She was pleased to see that everything was tidy. Only the soap dispenser had been left out on the side of the bath. She noted that the used towels had been left in the hamper and that clean fluffy white towels now adorned the towel-rails.

“Strip off Kate and let me get you bathed.” She watched as the twelve-year-old stripped nonchalantly, laying her clothes neatly on the chair. Trish examined her. Noting that her bare little body was already developing. Trish ran the faucet until the bath was half full. She helped Kate into the bath and watched her pout prettily as she seated her in the water.

“Hair first, Kate. Now... eyes squeezed tight, there that’s the way!” She looked amongst the jars and dispensers, which were displayed on the bathroom dresser and picked a good shampoo. Gently she washed the young girl’s hair and then took the shower head, adjusted the temperature, and rinsed her hair clean.

“OK, my little minx, stand up.” Trish washed her body thoroughly, only leaving her bottom and her pubis without soap. She went to the dresser again and picked up the dispenser of ‘Sensitive-Wash’.

“Legs spread wide... hands on my shoulders. OK?” Kate grinned at her and obeyed instantly. Spreading her legs as wide as she could, she placed her wet little hands upon Trish’s shoulders.

“You did that on purpose Kate, I could have dried them first had you given me time.”

“Sorry, Trish. Didn’t think.” Kate grimaced and crossed her eyes. Trish had to laugh at the child’s utter cheek.

Trish Lathered her hands with ‘Sensitive-Wash’ and slipped her palm upwards between the girl’s legs. She began to soap between her buttocks, her hand furrowing between the cheeks of her bottom. Slowly and firmly she continued until she felt Kate give a little shiver. “Stay still Kate, there’s a good girl.” Trish continued, gradually letting her hand come further and further forward upon each stroke, until she was able to let it slide upwards over the plump, twin peach slices of her vagina.

She looked at Kate’s pretty face, to see that her eyes were closed and that she had a pink flush to her pretty cheeks. Trish noticed that she was breathing more heavily as she continued the movement of her hand and arm.

Without warning. Trish slipped her other hand around Kate’s tiny waist, sliding her fingers down between the cheeks of her bottom. She began to use both hands more firmly. The fingers of her right hand were now ploughing a firm furrow between the plump peach slices of the young girl’s vagina.

“Ha... ah...ah... oooohhh.”

Trish increased the pressure of her fingers. Letting her forefinger tease the little pink nubbin of flesh, that was her clitoris, out from its hiding place. Without further warning, she simultaneously slipped the forefinger of her left hand just inside the tightened sphincter of Kate’s little bottom. She extended the fingers of her right hand until they were rigid, she waved the fingers backwards and forwards over the girl’s clitoris. This immediately produced an intense stimulation that provided absolutely no respite; as one after the other, her fingers pushed against, and then over the sensitive nubbin of Kate’s naked and prominently erect clitoris.

Kate’s body was shivering from head to foot, her mouth was open, and her pretty cheeks were completely flushed. Suddenly the girl let out a keening sound. It started softly and then finished in a gasp. Her lithe young body shuddered violently, her eyes flew open in surprise at the severity of her climax. She gasped just once and then began to collapse back into the water: her knees were pressed tightly together as she managed to hold Trish around the neck. She sank back into the water, exhausted!

She lay, breathing heavily for quite some time - and then suddenly opened her eyes and looked keenly at Trish.

“Oh... Trish... What did you do to me? It was unbelievable... just absolutely... Too Much.”

Trish smiled at her. “Well just think what we have been doing to Philip!”

Kate thought for a moment and smiled. “He is a very lucky boy.”

Philip was laid in bed his thoughts tumbling through his head, unremittingly, one after the other. Even though the room was lit only by the pale moonlight, faintly shimmering through the window, he managed to blush as he heard the door open. He could just see that it was Trish. She came to the bed and bent over him. Her hand slipped under the single sheet, her delicate fingers ran swiftly down his naked body until she was able to gently take hold of his penis.

She heard him gasp softly as she lowered her head. Her lips gently caressing his as he shivered at her touch.

His penis felt warm and soft in her hand. She pressed her lips against his. Gently, she slipped her tongue between them and abruptly thrust deeper into his mouth. She felt the immediate throb of his desire as she kissed him. At last, she raised her head and looked at him thoughtfully.

“Goodnight sweet boy. I love you.”

It was early the next morning that Trish and Jill arrived. She had prepared the heater for her waxing pots, and the strips of cloths in the bathroom. She had oils and talcum powder, at hand upon the bathroom floor. She went to wake Philip and then Kate, taking them both a fruit juice.

After she had told Kate what she was going to do, She, left Kate’s bedroom to fetch Philip. He was completely embarrassed and mystified as to what was happening as Trish took him to the bathroom. Trish and Jill laid his naked body upon the spread of towels, which had been placed upon the bathroom floor.

“Legs wide apart please, Philip.” Philip could hardly contemplate what was happening, as their actions were so quick and practiced. Before he knew it, he had been talcum powdered over the bare flesh around his genitals and the crease of his bottom. They had laid him with his head resting on his hands and Jill quickly prepared his underarms.
Within seconds, the wax had been applied. Both Trish and Jill had worked independently. Each waxing different areas simultaneously.

The first stripping of the waxed area from his pubis had made him jump. But by the time he had time to gasp in surprise Jill had stripped one underarm completely.

Quickly and methodically they worked on his body, ignoring each and every gasp, moan an protestation. Within minutes he had been placed upon his hand and knees, while the cleft of his buttocks was waxed. “You don’t have any hair here, Philip. But we are just being thorough. Philip had to admit that there was very little pain when the strips of cloth were whisked away. Even the rear of his scrotum had not hurt him.

Kate had wandered into the bathroom, yawning. She was naked as usual in the morning. She looked at Philip’s blushing face as it hung down, He was bright red as usual. She spoke to him. “You know Philip. You have the most beautiful body of any boy I have ever seen.” Kate watched as Trish and Jill stood him upright, with his hands upon his head and his legs spread wide. They both filled their hands with a syrupy oil and proceeded to vigorously rub in into his flesh where he had been waxed. He looked absolutely delicious, she thought. His penis had become plump even though his flesh still smarted from the thorough waxing.

There was not one hair anywhere and Kate knew that he would easily pass for an eleven-year-old. That is, she thought... apart from his beautifully plump penis. I will just have to get him into the sea, so his peenie shrivels up. Oh, how beautiful he is. Smooth and beautiful! And we are going to milk him so many times today. I shall be an expert by the time we have finished with him.

They all left school together on Monday evening. Even though Philip had been embarrassed at being teased, manipulated and thoroughly milked of his semen, over the weekend. He definitely appreciated the physical ability to walk around the school without constantly worrying about his penis becoming erect.

There had just been one occasion during Miss Walker’s class, when she had announced that the History assignment would not be required until Tuesday morning. She had looked at her pupils and smiled at them.

“I know that you are all aware that it is my duty to administer all punishments in this school. So, I am giving you all fair warning, that your History Assignment must be handed to me personally tomorrow morning. It is a double lesson and if any of you have had any difficulty with the assignment. I hope I will have the time to talk to you.”

She paused and then smiled again. “I hope I don’t have to remind any of you that in this school, spankings are administered on the bare bottom.” She looked over her class again and dismissed them. Philip, felt a stirring in his trousers as he thought about the beautiful Miss Walker spanking his bare bottom.

The feeling only lingered for a moment and he happily stood in the school quadrangle, waiting for Trish. He knew that both Jill and Kate would already be out of class. He glanced down into his satchel, moving the heavy history folder aside, to make sure that his math papers were there for Trish to help him with.

Suddenly he caught sight of her, seeing that Kate and Jill were with her. She came up to him and blew him a kiss. “I would kiss you properly, Philip... if it were not for the school rules. Have you told anyone that you have got a girlfriend? Philip blushed and then shook his head. “No, the girls in my form would have teased me. They tease me because they know I am shy.”

Trish smiled warmly at him. “I know you are... and you are right, that’s why they do it. Don’t your form prefects stop them teasing you?” Philip looked at her and grimaced. “Emma and Claire Dixon, are my form prefects. They are very beautiful and very snobby... and love to tease me.” Trish knew them very well. Although their private school had many wealthy children as pupils. Claire and Emma Dixon’s family were hugely wealthy... and the girls flaunted their wealth at every opportunity.

“Come on then, Philip... Got your math?” Philip grinned. Yes, I am looking forward to being tutored, it really makes everything much easier. And you are a whiz.’ Kate looked at Philip, with her head on one side. “You are a very bright boy, Philip. You are very modest as well as shy. So, I can’t wait for them to put you up a class, in Math.” Kate watched him blush and laughed. “See, shy and modest.”

It was later as they were seated around Mrs. Noble’s kitchen table. All the girls were finishing their homework. Philip had not only finished his homework, but, had also had one hours tutoring in math.

At the end of his tutoring, Trish had given him the same test, that she had just completed for her own homework. Trish patted him on the cheek, watching his usual blush. Kate and Jill were sat opposite and smiled at him. Kate spoke before Trish could tell Philip how well he had done in his test.

“Well Trish, how has he done? Come on tell me.” Trish looked at Philip. “Every one of them is right, and your workings are perfect.”

Kate’s excitement was almost palpable. “Oh’ Philip, my clever brother. I bet they put you up now. And think of the bonus, although I bet you already have. Who takes the remove class for math?” Philip blushed as Kate giggled and giggled. The beautiful and gorgeous Miss Walker, no less. Look at him Trish. He is blushing like a fire-engine. I bet that is the reason he is so keen to improve. You love it when she kisses your cheek!”

Philip blushed again as Mrs. Noble came into the kitchen. “Ok everyone. I think that you may deal with Philip’s extraction now. Philip blushed profusely as he realised that Mrs. Noble knew about his extractions, and probably about his self-masturbation too. She looked at him kindly.

“Don’t worry Philip, of course I know everything. Trish would never dream of doing anything without telling me.” She tousled his hair.

“Your mother will never know, Philip. You are quite safe. Now, tomorrow night the girls have to babysit for a client of mine. So, I will be coming over to look after you at your house. Now, to save you the embarrassment of me extracting your semen... I would like Kate to do it for you. Obviously, you are not allowed to be on your own without a sitter. So, I will leave the door ajar and sit outside. I will not interfere in anyway while Kate extracts your semen.”

She stood and looked at Philips beetroot-coloured cheeks. “So, Philip tonight I am going to let Kate do the first one here... and then she can do the second one at your house, while Trish and Jill observe her.”

She knew how embarrassed Philip was feeling but, knew that there was no way to alleviate his embarrassment.

“Tomorrow, Kate can do both of your extractions at your house, while I sit outside the door. Is that OK Philip? I know you are embarrassed because of the rather personal nature of your treatment. But, think about it this way. It is a condition that needs attention. You felt guilty and ashamed of what you were doing. Mainly, because it was secretive. You had to hide the fact that you were doing it and I think you probably hated doing it to yourself. So, now you certainly should not feel guilty... but, probably you feel a little embarrassment. Am I right?”

Philip hung his head and blushed, eventually he managed to nod his head. Mrs Noble took Kate’s hand and led her from the kitchen. “Come on Kate, I want you to wear something different than your school uniform. Are you OK with this?” Kate giggled. “Oh, I love doing it to Philip, I love him just as much as Trish. He is absolutely beautiful, and I love playing with his body. Especially his pretty peenie.”

Wendy had to laugh as she delved into the wardrobe of Jill’s bedroom and found a tunic that she thought would fit her.

Kate undressed without giving her nakedness a thought. She stood in just her school knickers. “Need I wear these, Mrs. Noble? I really hate them.” Wendy smiled and shook her head, “No, of course not. They really are too big for you anyway. I’ll try and find you something nicer.” Kate laughed. “Don’t bother, I will be fine without any.” Wendy watched her strip off her knickers and stand without shame as she slipped the tunic on over her shoulders, before fastening the buttons up at the front. “It really fit’s me... can you see?” Kate stood in front of Jill’s full-length mirror and posed. She knew that she now looked far more grown up.

“Where do you want Philip, in the bathroom? Kate thought for a moment. “Will it be alright if I play with his peenie, while he is laid on his back upon the bed. I could put a towel on the bed first, so that the cream doesn’t get on the sheets.”

Wendy nodded thoughtfully. “You know Kate, he might feel a little embarrassed at first. But I think he will be more comfortable.”

Kate giggled. “Can I ask for one more thing. Will you be the one to sit outside while I do it? I know you won’t be shy in telling me how well or badly I have done.”

Wendy smiled at her. “I have a spare sheet, it will be a lot smoother for him than a towel and it is from a small bed that we don’t use anymore.”

“One more thing Mrs. N. Will you bring him in for me? I mean so that I can be waiting for him. Dressed like this, he will know that I am in charge.”

Wendy smiled at Kate. She watched Kate admiring herself as she fetched a folded sheet, and several jars of lubricant. Even when she returned, Kate was still standing in front of the mirror. “OK Kate, all set?”

“Oh, absolutely, Mrs. N. I will be sitting on the bed when you bring him in.”

Wendy winked at her daughters as she led Philip, by the hand, from the kitchen to Jill’s bedroom.

Philip still couldn’t really believe that he was being led by Mrs Noble to a room where his twelve-year-old sister would, with absolute authority over him, stimulate his penis and the inside of his bottom until he ejaculated.

His face flushed to a deep crimson at the thought. Wendy stayed outside the door, but pushed the boy forward, leaving the door ajar. She sat down on a chair in the corridor. She listened as she waited for Kate’s greeting.

Philip was blushing furiously as he walked into the bedroom and saw that Kate was dressed in a white tunic. He knew that he could see her nipples through the thin material. His face was the brightest red possible, as he looked at his young sister.

“You don’t have to speak, Philip. I know just how shy you are. Just obey me quickly and I’ll have your little peenie spurting in no time at all.”

Philip blushed mightily. He was about to speak when Kate held up her hand. “Don’t speak, Philip. Just strip as fast as you can. Come on, you don’t want Mrs Noble to come in and have to strip you, do you?”

Philip knew that one way or another, he was going to have to comply. He looked at her ruefully as he began to take his clothes off. He eventually stood in just his underpants. The white ones, that he always wore for school.

“Good boy, Philip. Come here.” Philip approached and stood in front of her. Kate stood up and kissed him on the cheek. “Be good, my beautiful brother.” She took his shoulders and turned him with his back to the bed. “Just sit there, Philip.” Philip obeyed although he was slightly puzzled. “Just lay back as you are. Don’t move your bottom. Just lean back. If you are embarrassed and close your eyes.”

Philip laid back upon the bed. His hands were hovering as if he was going to hold on to his underpants.

“Now Philip, put your hands behind your head. DO IT.” Philip got the message. He raised his head and placed his hands behind his neck.

“Just relax Philip. I am not going to hurt you.” Philip shivered as Kates slender fingers slipped inside the waistband of his underpants. He sighed in embarrassment as Kate pulled them down his thighs and over his knees and then slipped them quickly over his feet. “Just relax sweetie.” Philip was blushing profusely as he heard Kate uncapping one of the jars. He could feel the cool air on his genitals as he waited.

“Spread Your legs, Philip. Not so wide that they hurt, but as wide as is comfortable for you.” Philip spread his legs slightly, his embarrassment stopping him from spreading them any wider.

Kate slapped the inside of each thigh as hard as she could. She watched his startled expression as she looked into his blushing face.

“You had better move them, Philip, I am not joking about fetching help.” Philip sighed again, his embarrassment was profound as he stretched his legs wide. “Good boy. Now just relax, your little bottom. I am going to slip my fingers right up inside you. This cream is so slippery, that you won’t even notice them.”

She knelt between his legs and placed the jar against his thigh. With a thrill running through her young slender body, she slipped her fingers between the cheeks of his bottom. Gently she probed against his sphincter. Her tiny hands worked steadily as Philip moaned in abject shame at his predicament. He shuddered as her fingers pushed against his sphincter. She already knew, that the tight ring of muscle could not hold out for much longer. Her voice was sweet and gentle as she talked to her brother.

“Just relax your bottom, it will make it a lot easier for you... Ooops... there we are.” Her two fingers slid in easily. “Just like I said it would be. So slippy and slidy... my beautiful little Sweetie-Poops.”

Kate slipped her two fingers in and out of his sphincter in a gentle motion, before quickly adding a third and then eventually, a fourth. She worked her hand until she felt he was ready. With a swift push her hand was up to her thumb. Philip grunted at the sensation, but she knew that she had not caused him any discomfort. He had been stretched far wider by the girls, when they were doing it to him.

“All done sweetheart. Just relax.” She looked at his penis, it had been getting increasingly plump since she had first touched him. She knew that he would become utterly embarrassed as soon as she touched it. But instinctively, she knew that his embarrassment also gave her far more authority over him. She knew that she seemed to excite him, just as much as the Trish and Jill.

Being forced to ejaculate for his little sister must be so humiliating for him, she thought. Especially having him all to myself for the first time. Philip must really feel strange knowing that he must obey me.

Gently and carefully she hooked her fingers towards her. She knew that he would react violently if she touched his prostate too firmly. She was delighted when she felt the little bump of the gland against her fingertips. She had decided to be a little more authoritarian with him, as they were alone for the first time and she was solely in charge on this occasion.

After all, she was properly dressed as his designated extractor and whether he like it or not, he was completely under her direct control... and she was determined that she was going to make him spurt buckets.

“Right, Philip, I am ready to begin. Now, I want you to fully relax and then it will be all over before you know it.”

She looked at his face, it was filled with anxiety and trepidation. His eyes were closed. Perfect, she thought.

Without warning, she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the plump sausage of his penis. She immediately drew back his foreskin until it was stretched back fully. At the same time, she curled the fingers of her left hand towards her, feeling them slide over the bump of his prostate.

“Ah... hah... hah ... oooh... hoo.”

She listened to his breathy response as she began to let her fingers rub backwards and forwards over the sensitive gland. The fingers of her right hand held his skin stretched back from the head of his penis. She knew, that even the simple baring of the head of his penis would make it stiffen quite quickly. Her observations and participation in Philip’s milking, had taught her well. She, and the girls had made him ejaculate five times on Sunday and each one had added to her knowledge.

She saw that Philip’s mouth was open and he was breathing more deeply. His eyes were not just closed in bliss - but were squeezed shut as his body had become aroused. Kate was delighted as his penis became fully erect without her applying any stimulation, other than holding back the foreskin.

“Good boy, you are doing nicely. I am going to start stimulating you now.” Kate knew that he was already stimulated, and this would add to his trepidation and fear of what she might do next.

She let go of his penis, watching the rigid flesh standing straight up from his pubis. She held her hand like a claw and let all five of her nails score over the exposed rim of the glans. His reaction was immediate. His eyes flew open and he gasped at the intense sensation. She increased the pressure and speed of her fingers inside his bottom to coincide with her deliberate stimulation to the head of his penis.

“Arrrghh...oooh, Kate...oh... please oh... oh” His eyes flew wide open.

“Now don’t be a silly boy. Just try and relax. I am being gentle with you. I am not hurting you. So just take nice big breaths for this next bit.” She looked into his eyes as she spoke.

Philip was delirious with shame and anxiety. He could not help himself. His penis was throbbing violently and the feeling in his bottom had increased to such an extent that he thought that he could no longer bear it. She loved the look of his bared, freshly denuded, pubis and blew gently onto the smooth flesh. Her touch became firmer and more determined.

“Please Kate, please stop... I can’t bear it anymore... oh please Kate... oooo... OOHH.”

Kate had begun to flutter her fingers like a butterfly, deep inside his bottom. She had never done this before and she was delighted with her brother’s violent reaction to it.

She immediately grasped the shaft of his penis. Her fingers, already well lubricated, flew over his flesh. Rapidly twisting and turning as she diligently excited every nerve. Her thumb scored over the head each time her hand reached the top of the shaft.

Suddenly his body stiffened. His legs lifted, his knees straightened, and his muscles locked solidly. Kate was absolutely thrilled at his response. She added to his torment. Her voice was cool and steady like a wicked nurse.

“Now Philip, you must not try and evade your extraction. I demand a full and total ejaculation from you. I shall stimulate you until I am sure that you have done your best and have not tried to evade my touch. It is for your own good. So be a good boy and let me see that you are really trying.”

His wail of total abandonment was accompanied by a violent ejaculation. His semen arose into the air in violent spurts. One after the other, thick and viscous globules of semen were ejected violently from the tip of his penis.

“Come along... Philip, I know that you can do better than that. If you don’t try properly, I will be a lot firmer with my fingers inside your little bottom. Now let’s see if we can thoroughly empty those plump little testes of yours. Come along now Philip, nice big spurts...I will know if you are trying to evade me. Now Philip, no nonsense, come along, I am well aware that you can do better if you try.”

Callously, Kate increased the flurry of her fingers. She could see that her brother was totally delirious and incapable of answering her. His voice was a hoarse croak.

“Arggghhhh... oooooOOOH. Puh-lease... ah... ah... please... nooo moore... I can’t stand it any longer... oh please Kate...”

“Good boy, just a few more spurts now. Try your best for me... it is all for your own good, that I rigorously attend to your penis.”

She reverted to her ‘little girl voice’ There we are Philip, look... your little peenie is spurting beautifully. Come along Sweetheart let me have every little drop. What a good boy. Shall I stick a gold star on your little peenie, for effort?”

Kate was delighted. She watched as his emission finished abruptly and yet his penis still pulsed wildly as if he was still ejaculating. She slowed her fingers and waited. His muscles were still locked solid. She slowly and carefully extracted her fingers from his bottom and immediately squeezed his teste firmly. She ran her fingers upwards around the straining shaft of his penis, magically bringing a final thick globule to the surface.

His semen was laid in pools upon his chest, stomach and thighs. It was certainly the largest and most comprehensive amount of semen she had ever seen Philp produce. Suddenly as she looked at his face, his head dropped to the side. His breathing was slow and steady, but Kate was worried that he had fainted.

She called out. “Oh, Mrs. Noble, could you come, please” Kate was surprised how quickly Wendy appeared she took one look at the boy. “Please go and get me a towel. Soak it under the cold tap and bring it to me please, Kate.”

Kate jumped up and rushed into Jill’s bathroom. Her mind was awash with her thoughts as she quickly took the towel back to Mrs. Noble. Philip, still seemed to be in a faint. Mrs. Noble was standing over him, she did not seem unduly concerned. She placed the soaked towel over the boy’s forehead and stood back.

“My word Kate, I have never seen so much semen. Does Philip always produce this amount?” Kate looked a little guilty as she answered her. “No, Mrs. Noble, it is the most I have seen him... er, do. Do you think I was too hum... vigorous?”

Wendy chuckled. “I don’t think so Kate, perhaps you just pressed all of the right buttons. Now, just fill the bath to about half full, will you Kate?”

Kate hurried off to the bathroom and ran the taps. She tested the water temperature and retuned to see Philp’s eyes were open. He seemed to be embarrassed as he looked up to see Mrs Noble leaning over him.

Wendy turned to Kate. “Good girl, Kate. Why don’t you pop into the kitchen and join the girls? I am going to give Philip a bath, he is absolutely covered in semen.”

Philip laid in the cool water of the bath. Somehow, he did not feel entirely embarrassed in front of Mrs. Noble. He knew she was a nurse practitioner and he was certainly not worried about becoming erect in front of her. His thoughts were entirely focussed upon Kate. She had awakened responses in his body that had engulfed him in totally new sensations. He had always known that she was precocious and seemingly without shame. But she had handled him so comprehensively, that he wondered whether he would ever feel the same again.

He also felt a lot more at ease now that he knew that Mrs. Noble was privy to his guilty secret. For the first time since he had started masturbating, he felt free of guilt. He ruefully admitted to himself, that he was certainly not free from embarrassment.

It was three hours later, that they were all sat in the kitchen at home. Mrs Noble had decreed that Philip did not need another extraction that evening.

So, Philip had decided to expand his history assignment, as they had all been given extra time before handing them in. He had added maps and copies of historical documents applicable to each section. He was proud of his finished work. The assignment was now far thicker, and he went up to his bedroom to search for a folder that would hold all the pages. He found a pale green plastic binder that would do the job. He returned to the kitchen and put the collated work into the folder. He felt sure that Miss Walker would not mind that the binder was not in the darker, standard blue folder, that was normally used for class assignments. He printed out a label bearing his name and the subject.

It was eleven pm. By the time they all went to bed. He had felt real love and affection as Trish had come into his bedroom to kiss him goodnight. However, it was Kate who occupied his thoughts as he lay looking at the stars through his window. How could a girl so young, know so much about manipulating a boy’s physical and mental stimulation so intensely? It was uncanny.

He heard a shuffling outside his door. Trish had insisted that all bedroom doors were left open at night so that she could monitor Philip and Kate. He listened and then saw Kate walking towards his bed. She was wearing her usual sleeping attire of a T-shirt which, came to the middle of her thighs. She saw that he was awake and immediately jumped on his bed.

“Oh, Philip, Sweetie. I was so worried about you when you fainted. Are you alright?” She snuggled up to him with only the sheet between them. She kissed his cheek. “I want you to know, Philip, that I love you more than all the world. I couldn’t bear for you to be unhappy. Do you feel better for having your little peenie drained regularly? I mean at school and everything. I know you are blushing, but please tell me.”

Philip had to smile at her. “Yes Kate, I do. I was thinking today at school that I had not worried once about... hum, you know.”

Kate giggled. “You can’t even say the words. You mean your ‘Stiffy’s’. Don’t you? Well that has put my mind at rest. Good for you, Philip. I wish it was me that was doing it to you all the time. I love you so much more than anyone else, even Trish. I have always loved you because you are just so cute.”

Philip smiled and squeezed her. “I love you too. Now go back to bed. I have got double history tomorrow.” Kate climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. She leaned her head down close to his. “You mean that you want Miss Walker to smile at you and call you a good boy for your History assignment. I know you are besotted by her... aren’t you, big brother?”

“OK, yes, I think she is really... um, lovely. I just love it when she is nice to me.”

Kate giggled and wiggled her hips. “I know, I can read you like an open book.”

She leaned down and kissed him full on the lips. “I am in charge of you tomorrow evening Philip, just little me. I promise I will be a lot more... hum... gentle with you. I am still learning.”

Philip had mixed feelings about what Kate had just said. “Well, Kate. Look, it wasn’t your fault I fainted. You did well, and I know I was totally embarrassed. But since then, I feel a lot, lot better and more in control of myself. Now go to bed.” He slapped her bottom. “Go!”

Kate jumped off the bed. “Night-night, Dweebie-Poops. See-Ya.”

She scurried out of the room and trotted back to her own room. She saw Trish’s face peer out of the spare bedroom as she scooted past. “Night, Trish!”

Philp was in school by one minute after eight am. Trish had given him permission to walk on his own. He normally walked on his own when his mother was home, but he understood Trish’s responsibilities.

He walked into the classroom and placed his folder square upon Miss Walker’s desk. There was a whole pile of files on the right-hand side of her desk. He looked at the cover of the top one and saw that they were the pupils’ reviews. What would he have given to be able to look at his own?

The class bell normally sounded at eight-fifty, so he wandered off to get a fruit juice from the common room dispenser.

The Dixon twins, were both very beautiful and identical in every way. Even at fourteen-years-old, they had classic beauty. Fine bone structure, small beautifully shaped lips. Eyes, that were a quite startling emerald green. In fact, the vibrant colour of their eyes looked particularly unusual, as if perhaps, it lay just beneath surface of a crystal-clear pool. Their blonde hair was cut severely and identically to just above their shoulders. Their noses were small and perfectly honed. They rarely smiled, but when they did, their teeth would certainly have been a triumph for any toothpaste advertisement. They had long tanned legs, honed to perfection by tennis and swimming. Both of the Dixon twins were perfect and exquisite. Their only flaw... was one that they both kept well hidden. Beneath a façade of utter charm and politeness... they were bitches.

Emma Dixon followed her sister Claire, into the classroom. Their father’s chauffeur had dropped them off at their usual, eight-thirty. They were carrying their dark blue binders for their history assignments. They sauntered to Miss Walkers desk and looked at the folder which lay on top. Claire picked it up and read the title. ‘Philip Collins – History’. “Hey, look at this Emma, Goody-Two-Shoes has done a whole load of work. Look how thick it is!”

Emma peered at it and then smiled mischievously at her sister. “Don’t you think it closely resembles those files over there?” She picked up Philip’s assignment and slipped it into the middle of the pile of reviews. Being of the same type, the binder was not too dissimilar from the rest.

“You know the rules, Claire. You have to hand your work in personally. Get it? Mister Collins has seriously... fucked-up!”

Claire grinned. “Don’t you mean, he has seriously been fucked up. Good and proper!”

Both girls sauntered out of the room. Still carrying their binders. Claire grinned. “Hey if she doesn’t find it, guess who will be taking him to the Principal’s office.” Emma smiled. “Yes, won’t that be something. And if Miss Walker is called upon. Guess who gets to see his bare-botty. Well if it doesn’t work out for us. Then Thomas is really in for it tonight. We will both spank him and then push that nice big vibrator up his bottom. Fingers first though. What about we spank him, with his ruler, he really hates that. When you think, it’s not every girl that has the goods on their sixteen-year-old brother. He knows that dad would go ape-shit, if we produced his little, hash-stash. I shall be so mad if we lose out on Philip, that I shall yank Thomas’s little peenie, till he cums and cums... but I won’t stop. I’ll just carry on until he cries like a baby. Remember last time, we had to tie him down and gag him. Yeah... good photos though, another i.o.u. in his owing tray.”

Philip sat in his usual seat. He could see the top, two or three assignments. On top of the pile of binders. He could not see the rest of the pile above the heads of the pupils in front of him. He noticed that none of them were as thick as the one he had produced.

Miss Walker walked into the class at exactly nine am. She smiled at everyone and peered at the stack of binders. “Anyone, who has yet to hand in their assignment. Please do so.”

Claire and Emma Dixon stood up and walked to her desk. “Well, you did say to hand them in to you personally.” They placed their binders upon the top of the pile and almost sashayed back to their desks. Miss walker gave a wry smile. They were certainly not her favourite pupils. The terrible twins, would be more apt, she thought.

She spoke to the class. “As it is a double period, five hundred words on the political climate prior to the Civil War. We have covered it extensively, but you have yet to produce an essay. The hard bit of this essay is deciding how far to go back. I will leave that to you individually. She smiled as she picked up Emma Dixon’s homework from the top of the pile.

Roberta did not intend to read the assignments in depth, but she did skim each one to make sure the work had been done to a certain degree of competency. As she picked up each assignment she marked the class register against the name.

Philip was engrossed in his work. The Civil War was one of his favourite subjects. One that he had read far beyond the confines of the school text books. Opinion on the lead-up to the war, was so divided that he decided to quote from several points of view.

It was past ten pm. When Miss Walker, called to him. “Philip Collins, have you forgotten to give me your assignment?”

“Hum... no Miss Walker, I placed it on your desk first thing. It must be at the bottom of the pile. There wasn’t any other work handed it at the time er... Miss. It was at eight am.”

“Well it is not here Philip.”

“Sorry Miss, I forgot to say, it is in a bigger folder... erm... it is green I think.”

“Philip, it is your responsibility to make sure I receive your work. Not mine, to have to search for it. Now I will look again. If I do not find it, you... my boy... are in serious trouble.”

Philip heard a snigger from the middle row of the room. He knew that it was either Emma or Claire. They seemed to be preoccupied with teasing him on a regular basis.

He put his head back down to his work. It was twenty minutes later that Miss Walker called him and handed him an envelope. “Take that to the Principal. I cannot find your work anywhere.”

Philip blushed furiously. He stammered... “but, but... erm... Miss Walker. I left it on this desk. It looks more like those folders.” He pointed to pile of folders that he seen that morning.

Miss Walker picked up the top folder, then the next and the next. “These are all Pupil reviews, are you telling me that you put it on top of these?”

“Sorry, No Miss Walker, I put it on the desk.”

“Well I’m sorry too, Philip. But I have no alternative. Please go.”

Philip looked at her and blushed. “Of course, Miss Walker. I am so sorry, Miss Walker.”

Philip’s heart was in his boots, as he left the classroom and climbed the stairs to the Principal’s office.

The young school secretary greeted him. She was a pretty girl who always looked neat and tidy as if her clothes had been pressed within the previous minute.

He handed the envelope to her. Admiring her pretty face and figure. She read the contents and immediately viewed him with a disapproving look. She pressed the buzzer to Miss Soames’s office and watched the light on the switchboard turn green. She replaced the letter into the envelope. Her voice was curt. “Go through and hand Miss Soames the envelope.”

He went through the heavy door to her office, closing it behind him. She was seated at her desk. Miss Soames was a slender woman of about fifty-five years old. Everyone knew that she was a confirmed spinster and a stern feminist. She was also known to be scrupulously fair to both male and female students.

“Good Morning Miss Soames.” Philip handed the envelope to her outstretched hand. She read the contents without comment and spoke without looking up.

“Please stand directly in front of my desk, with your hands placed behind your back, Philip.”

Philip had already adopted the position that she always required when seeing a pupil. She looked up at him. “Miss Walker says in her letter, that you have never missed an assignment and that you verbally insist that you placed your ‘History Assignment’ on her desk at eight am this morning. She has not been able to find it and has left the decision as to what is to be done, to me.”

“Do you wish to explain any further... that is in addition to the facts that Miss Walker has stated in her letter?”

Philip knew that Miss Soames was always precise... and he had listened to her words carefully.

“No, Miss Soames, I have nothing to add.”

“Ignoring your insistence of having completed your assignment. It is the rule in this school, that assignments must be handed in personally. Are you aware of this rule?”

“Yes Miss Soames.”

“So, if you had done the work, you would still be in breach of the rules. Do you agree?”

“Yes Miss Soames.”

“Then you may presume, that you will be punished”

Philip looked at her as she began to write a note upon her memo pad. When she had finished she placed it in an envelope and sealed it.

“Report back to your class and give this memorandum to Miss Walker.”

“Yes Miss Soames.”

“You may go.”

Philip was blushing to a deep shade of red as he trudged back to class and shame-facedly, handed the envelope to Miss Walker.

“Take your seat, Philip and carry on with your work.”

He tried to watch Miss Walker read the principal’s memo. But gave up and went back to his work. It was some time later that she called for Claire and Emma Dixon.

Her voice could be heard by everyone when she spoke to them. “Will you gather up your things and leave them in your desks. Then will you please escort Philip Collins to room four and wait with him in the corridor outside of the door.”

She called. “Philip Collins please replace your utensils into your desk and then go with your prefects. You will wait with them until instructed again.”

Philip’s face was one huge blush. He stood up and gathered his books and satchel. He placed them inside the locker of his desk. He stood waiting by his desk, his body shivering in shame as the whole class looked at him.

Emma and Claire smirked at him as they approached. They knew that their beauty embarrassed him, as it did every other boy in the school. Emma spoke to him abruptly. “Come with me Philip, stop when you get outside the door.”

They walked behind him as he stumbled from the classroom. He stopped as instructed as soon as he was outside of the door. Emma and Claire stood at either side of him. Claire spoke to him first.

“Are your hands clean Philip? Let me see them!” Philip was aghast at the request but held both palms upwards. Both Claire and Emma, knew that Philip was absolutely fastidious about his cleanliness and appearance. He was always neatly dressed. His hair was brushed to a shine. His nails were pristine. If his body smelled of anything, it was of soap. Emma snorted as she examined his scrupulously clean hands and nails closely.

“I suppose they will have to do. Now place your hands to your sides. We will hold your hands as we walk. Just in case you want to run away.”

Philip was blushing even more deeply as they walked in silence. The rustling of their immaculate uniforms and the short staccato click of their heels was the only sound to be heard down the long corridor. They passed several doors until they came to a standstill outside of the entrance to room four.

Philip had absolutely no idea about room four. It held no significance for him. Either its use or existence.

The opposite was true for Claire and Emma. They had been introduced to its use, and their duties within it, should they be instructed to exercise them. They had observed the use of room four only once, as part of the demonstration of a prefect’s duties. To their disappointment, it had been a girl that had been punished that day. They had watched and listened to the senior prefects, noting exactly a prefect’s role within the punishment room. They had even been allowed to help and supervise the positioning of the girl, after she had been made to strip.

They knew, that to reveal its use or their experiences in it, would immediately forfeit their prefecture. Both Emma and Claire had vowed that they would never, ever forfeit their authority. They loved being prefects and guarded their privilege as jealously as the Holy Grail. Plus, they both knew, that they had been made prefects soon after their father’s generous donation, that had facilitated the building of the new sport’s hall.

Their interest in Philip had often been discussed between them. They both thought that his body and face were simply beautiful. Of course, it was completely beneath them to show their interest. But there was a frisson of excitement as to what might happen. They had been keyed up since their clandestine misplacing of Philip’s folder that morning. Would they be witness to his punishment, they fervently hoped that they would. Both Emma and Claire had realised that Miss Walker did not have a great opinion of them. Their work was always just sufficient, but never anything more than that. Would she rely on them to carry out their duties? Or would she make it a private affair!

There was a bench alongside the wall, immediately outside of the door. In the old days, this would have seated boys and girls who were waiting for the Headmaster. There were no male staff within the school now. In fact, there had not been a male teacher for many years. Emma and Claire seated themselves upon the bench, stretching their beautiful legs out in front of them. Claire, spoke to Philip.

“You may stand and wait, Philip. You are to stand with your legs astride and your hands behind your back and face us.”

The fourteen-year-old prefects watched as he obeyed. His face was blushing furiously as they both looked at him. They would love to have told him, and teased him, about exactly what was behind the door but, they knew better than to reveal such a thing.

Roberta Walker walked along the corridor to room four. She had a very strong feeling that Philip had been telling her the truth. However, rules were rules. He had messed up and now he must pay for it. She saw Emma and Claire seated on the bench, with Philip standing facing them. Typical, she thought. Those two are in a class of their own. She did not mean her thought’s kindly.

She saw the girls stand up as she approached them. She took a key from the pocket of her skirt and unlocked the door. “Wait here, I will fetch you in a moment.” She closed the heavy oak door behind her and turned on the very bright lights of the room. There was an interfering wall between the door and the main part of the room. It had been designed so that the interior could not be viewed from the corridor.

She now appraised the room as she went to her desk and took out the punishment book. She placed it on top of the desk and looked at the punishment area. She knew that it had not changed much since the school was built. Once upon a time she presumed, they had used a variety of canes and straps to chastise boys... and perhaps girls. Nowadays there were just three paddles to choose from. None of them, she considered, were too severe.

There were several small tables in the room where clothes could be placed, as well as three cabinets. One, cabinet was of the sterile type. It contained many antiseptic liquids and creams. Several kidney-shaped, stainless-steel dishes were visible through the glass doors. These were sitting on sterile shelving inside the cabinet. The dishes contained, a rectal thermometer, a stethoscope and a modern blood pressure monitor. Inside the same cabinet were drawers with assorted wipes, towels and sterile dressings.
Further around the walls, were racks, with clothes-hangers and shoe baskets hanging from them. One small cabinet stood on its own. This cabinet contained the three stiffened leather paddles, that Roberta Walker had become very familiar with.

In the centre of the room there was a purpose-built device for fastening a pupil in place for punishment. It was old and original. It was a simple design that worked extremely well. It consisted of two well-padded supports which, were set into the floor. These were twelve inches high and spaced three feet apart from each other. A small lip protruded upwards at the forward end of each support.

In front of the supports, was a long, adjustable, horizontal bar. This was similarly padded. There were broad straps on the floor supports and similar straps hung over the horizontal bar. The bar was nine feet long and each end was slotted into an upright support that operated on the sash window principle.

The concept was simple and effective. The pupil would kneel with knees spread wide apart upon each floor-mounted support. They would be made to lean forward, with arms spread outwards along the bar.

Miss Walker liked the fact that the pupil could be fastened into position. She could apply the paddle safely... rather than the pupil being at liberty to move a vulnerable part of their body into the path of the paddle.

She also liked the fact that, the lower she set the horizontal bar, the more pronounced were the pupil’s buttocks. The added bonus, was the yard-wide spacing between the knee supports. This stopped the recipients from clenching their buttocks.

Roberta presumed that the broad leather straps were not more than a few year’s old. They were made of a soft leather, with the addition of Velcro strips upon the backs.

Roberta Walker wholly supported the school’s continued use of corporal punishment. The chastisements did not waste a pupil’s study time... and they were over within an hour. The humiliation of a punishment by Miss Walker in room four, was never forgotten... or ever mentioned by the recipient... it was far too embarrassing.

Although Miss Walker was not aware of it. The principal had chosen her wisely for good reason. She was strict but fair - she whole-heartedly agreed with the use and benefits of corporal punishment and she was young and physically fit. The extra element, judged by Miss Soames to be most important to her effectiveness, was that Miss Walker was extremely pretty.

This element, the principal had felt, would intimidate and embarrass the pupil, especially the boys. She had soon proved her judgement to be correct, after she had appointed Miss Walker for the extra duty. No pupil ever visited room four more than once.

Roberta scanned the room to make sure that everything was ready. Conscientiously, she checked the note from Miss Soames.

Please administer twelve (12) strokes of the paddle to the bared buttocks of Philip Collins.

Satisfied that there was no mistaking the instruction. She opened the door to the corridor. “Please bring him in.”
Roberta Walker was now operating within her set regimen. There were no exceptions to the principal’s edict.

“Stand in front of my desk.” Philip stood in front of her with the prefects flanking him. She looked at his blushing face, hiding any emotion from her stern expression.

“The Principal has decreed that you are to receive twelve strokes of the paddle upon your bared buttocks.” She looked at him solemnly. “You will remove all of your clothes before I spank you. If you hesitate or are recalcitrant, the prefects will strip you. Please do not let me down. Please begin!”

Roberta could always tell if a pupil was going to be awkward. She suspected that Philip would not wish to displease her. Claire watched the boy bend obediently to untie his shoes, while Emma, on seeing his compliance, quickly fetched a coat-hanger for his school blazer.

Claire spoke softly to him, aware that Miss Walker would not tolerate sarcasm or teasing.
“Please hand me your clothes as you remove them, Philip.”

Roberta watched his blushing crimson face as he got down to his underpants. He did not hesitate, as she thought he might, but removed them and handed them to Claire.

Claire took them delicately between finger and thumb, as if they might be dirty. She placed them on the side table, alongside his tie and his socks. She had hung his shirt on the same hanger as his blazer. The girls took his arms and stood him in front of Miss Walker. She looked at his naked body for quite a few moments. She noted that he was completely bereft of pubic hair. She also noted that his penis was tumescent and seemed to be reacting to his nakedness. His testes seemed plump and filled his scrotum. He was delightful and beautifully proportioned. Indeed, a very handsome young boy. She raised her head to look into his blushing face.

She stood up and walked to the horizontal bar. “Claire and Emma! Please show him how to position himself and help to steady him.”

They led him towards the apparatus. Holding his naked body close to them. Emma showed him the floor-mounted supports. “Hold onto the horizontal bar first, and then place each knee upon this padded surface.” She patted the floor-mounted support.

Claire and Emma held the cool palms of their hands under his torso as be bent over to grasp the horizontal bar. It was Claire that gave the next instruction. “Now place your knees on the pads.” They watched him look between his legs as he placed one knee after the other onto the designated supports. “Right Philip, we will check your position and then fasten you.”

The girls kneeled down at either side of the knee supports. Both Emma and Claire, deliberately took the liberty of placing their hands high upon the insides of his thighs. Eventually trailing their hands and inquisitive fingers downwards to his knees.

They had a perfect view of his penis and his plump scrotum as they lifted the straps and fastened them behind the crook of his knees. Their actions were almost co-ordinated as they both finished fastening the Velcro at the same time. They stood and bent over his shoulders at each side of him. This time Emma spoke to him. She was hardly able to keep her excitement in check. “Rest your chest on the bar and stretch your arms out along the padding. Do, you understand what to do, Philip?”

Philip was hardly able to speak, but when he did, both girls were delighted with how he addressed Emma. “Oh... yes Miss.” They watched his well-toned arms stretch out fully on either side of the bar. Each girl fastened a strap loosely over the elbow and then another over his forearms.

Roberta looked at the naked boy. She moved around the horizontal bar as she examined him. His perfectly proportioned body was placed exactly to her liking. His long firm thighs were stretched wide. His back was dipped slightly, so that his buttocks were presented at the highest elevation. She stood behind him, seeing that the beautifully contoured cheeks of his bottom, were parted quite widely. She could also see that the little pink button-hole of his sphincter was clearly exposed. She looked between his legs at the firm bulge of his testes and the long plump shaft of his penis hanging downwards. She could tell that his penis had become more swollen, sufficiently for her to observe the pale, perfectly-shaped, head.

Roberta could hear that his breathing rate was slightly high, and she could see that he was trembling – both signs, she knew, were in response to his undignified position and his fear and apprehension of what was to come.

Roberta noted that Emma and Claire were standing at either side of his torso, gently stroking their fingers over his shoulders and back. She did not comment. Instead she walked to the sterile cabinet.

She took a bottle of antiseptic liquid and moved to stand behind his widely parted thighs. She spoke to her prefects.

“Come here Emma and Claire. Hold out your hands... no not like that, cup your fingers and thumbs, while I pour some antiseptic into them. I want you to apply this to his buttocks and his thighs. Apply it all over and don’t miss any of his skin. Do try not to spill it on your clothes.” She poured the liquid into each of their hands and placed the opened bottle on the floor. “There is some more there if you need it.”

Roberta moved towards the light switches on the wall, pretending not to watch them as she turned on the spot lamps that were set to illuminate the punishment area. She could not help but smile as she heard Emma’s voice.

“Now Philip, we are going to apply some liquid to your little bottom and to your thighs. I know you can’t move, but I felt that I should warn you, that we are required to be most thorough.”

Roberta was thankful that the antiseptic liquid that she had chosen, was not particularly severe. However, she presumed it was not entirely without some astringent effect. She continued watching them casually, so that she did not inhibit them. She saw, that she need not have had any fears about their inhibitions. She watched Claire trace her hand firmly between the cheeks of his bottom. Both girls ignored his gasps and groans as they reached between his widely spread legs coating his inner thighs.

She made sure that she looked away. She heard him gasp loudly and knew that the girls had decided for themselves exactly where they were going to apply the lotion.

Roberta gave them exactly five minutes before she walked to the small cabinet and retrieved the stiffened leather paddle. She addressed the girls. “You may wash your hands in the sink if you wish. But this liquid will have dried instantly.” Claire and Emma looked at their hands, which were completely dry. They both shook their heads to indicate no.

“Please stand up then... and move back.” Roberta could see their look of intrigue as they saw the black leather paddle hanging loosely from her hand. As the girls moved back, she stepped forward and smoothed her left hand over the cheeks of Philip’s raised buttocks.

She heard him gasp as she spoke. “Twelve strokes, Philip, starting now!”

She drew back her arm and applied the first stroke in exactly the same way that she intended to apply the next eleven.

“Slapppp.”

Her arm had not had to move far to apply the first resounding slap to the very centre of his buttocks. She saw him raise his head in surprise at the sting of the first stroke.

She waited for ten seconds... and then delivered the second stroke. This time the stroke was lower down upon the buttocks.

“Slapppp.”

The boy immediately reared his head and gasped loudly.

“Hooo.... Ooh... oh.”

She waited for another ten seconds and measured her next stroke to punish the most sensitive area, between his thighs and buttocks.

“Slapppp.”

He cried out as the infernal sting of the paddle coursed through his injured flesh like a hot poker.

“OooooOOOH... ah... ah... ah.”

Roberta could see the excitement in Claire’s face as she witnessed the boy’s utter torment.

“Slapppp.”

“OooooOOOH... ah... ah... ah ooOOH.”

She heard his wail of absolute anguish manifest itself at the next stroke. His shoulders quivered, and his head shook from side to side as if to rid himself of the pain. She continued, pausing for ten seconds between each and every stroke.

“Slapppp.”

“OooooOOOH... ah... ah... ah... oh..OH.”

She paused, listening to his cries as she waited for the ten seconds to elapse. This was repeated for every stroke. She was aware of how intensely the pain would be building up as she timed the pause between each thoroughly applied stroke.

“Slapppp.”
“OooooOOOH... ah... ah... oooooh.”

“Slapppp.”
“OooooOOOH... ah... ah... ah.”

“Slapppp.”
“Ssssss....SSS... OooooOOOH... ah... ah... hah.”

She had continued, seemingly unmoved by his anguished cries. By the eighth stroke, his will was completely broken he was sobbing and quivering with the concentrated pain of his chastisement.

Until now, he had not pleaded for her to stop. She knew the absolute severity of the pain he was feeling. She had witnessed it on every boy that she had ever punished with over six strokes. She wondered if he would plead for her to stop. It would be most unusual if he did not.

She was working the paddle up and down his buttocks and thighs. It was now, upon the ninth stroke; that each area of his flesh that she had already punished, would be feeling the sting of the paddle for the third time.

“Slapppp.”

“Arrggghh... oooh. Oh... please Miss... oh Miss... I am sooo... ah... ah... so... so, sorry... please forgive pleeease... believe me. Oooohhh ha...ah...aaaahhhh.”

He wailed and quavered. His voice was almost hoarse with his cries.

Roberta waited the ten seconds and delivered the tenth stroke.

“Slapppp.”

The boy was silent for a moment. His body constricted into tortured rictuses. Only the flesh of his inner thighs, seemed to quiver and shake. The rest of his body was fully contracted in a physical seizure. Then he cried out.

“Ooooohhh... Miss Walker.... Please forgive me, I am soo... so sorry. I am ashamed... Miss... so ashamed... for you to...ah...ah... see me this way...”

The eleventh stroke. Interrupted his words as Roberta kept exactly to her timed ten second intervals.

“Slapppp.”

He barely raised his head at the impact of the paddle. His voice was steadier and more coherent. “Please Miss...ah...Walker. I know I should have handed it to you... oh... Dear Miss Walker... OooooOOOH... ah... it hurts... oh sooooo much... I know... I must be punished...ah...ah... I am so...”

“Slapppp.” The paddle interrupted him a second time as the twelfth stroke flattened his buttocks.

“Oooooohhhh.... ooooOOOH”

Her voice was clear and firm as she spoke the words, that even she... was now longing to hear.

“I have completed your punishment, Philip. You have expiated your wrongdoing, and in the future, I will not think any the worse of you. I have dealt with the punishment to your bare bottom. You will be released at the appropriate time.”

His voice was shaking. His emotions overwhelmed the tormented flesh of his buttocks and his thighs. He felt absolutely compelled to tell her. His voice was hoarse and quavering as he spoke.

“Oh... dear Miss Walker... I wanted to please you sooo.. oh. So much... that ...erm I... made a mistake... I wanted... oh... you to... erm... like me... and ...oh... Thank... you... thank... you for my... erm... punishment... thank you for punishing me... Oh Miss Walker... you are so nice... and I am so sorry. It was my vanity.”

She let him sob as she replaced the paddle into the cabinet. He had not begged... he had turned his thoughts to his faults. She would have loved to have gone over to him and stroked his cheek and told him that everything would be alright. But she knew that the way forward would be to maintain her strict, pupil-teacher relationship.

Roberta did not know whether to trust the twins. But she had witnessed their expressions during Philip’s punishment, and felt that if properly instructed, they would do her bidding. She suddenly made up her mind.

She went to the largest cabinet and took out two aprons. She moved over to the sterile cabinet and retrieved a large jar of antiseptic cream. She knew that it was soothing... and if applied gently, would aid the healing of his buttocks and thighs.

She called Claire and Emma over to where she was standing. They had certainly seemed rather sympathetic towards the boy as they had looked at his tortured buttocks and the reddened flesh of his thighs.

She looked at their faces, as they attentively awaited her instructions.

“Philip is to remain fastened for at least the next thirty minutes. I want you to put these aprons on and administer this cream to his buttocks and thighs. I am trusting you to be gentle with his flesh. It will be in absolute torment. This is an antiseptic and must be applied very gently at first. You may keep him fastened until you are sure that his flesh has been completely covered and that it has been penetrated fully.”

She looked kindly at their serious, but rather eager interest.

“I will mark the register with a hall pass for both of you. You will not be required to attend classes until after lunch.”

She could see their intrigue growing and being masked by the serious expressions on their faces. She continued.

“I see that you are wearing short sleeved shirts, so you should be fine. If you want to remove your skirts, these aprons will give you adequate covering. You may talk to Philip and tell him what you are going to do to him. The cream will soon soothe him. This is an important responsibility, which I am sure you are both capable of carrying out. When you are sure that you have finished, you may unfasten him and help him to get dressed.

Are you sure that you are capable of both being in charge of him? He has a delicate nature and will appreciate any care that you wish to give him. The sinks are against the far wall if you wish to wash either yourselves or Philip. The key to this room is on my desk, please lock the room and return the key to my desk after lunch. Now are there any questions?

Claire and Emma looked at each other enquiringly. It was Claire that asked the question. “Hum... what if he... erm if his hum... thingy... erm his peenie becomes...”

Miss Walker interrupted her. “You mean if his penis becomes erect! Don’t worry Claire, I know what you mean. But he is fastened, and he will remain fastened until you are finished. Little boys often show their feelings in that way. I am sure you will handle him satisfactorily. Any other questions?”

They both replied in unison. “No Miss, we will really take good care of him.”

“I am sure you will, now don’t forget... you are both in charge of him and have my full permission to physically attend to his body.

Roberta was bursting to be able to smile openly, once she had left the doorway of Room Number Four.

Once on their own, Emma smiled at Claire. “We had better get two hangers, these aprons are certainly big enough. I’m taking my blouse and skirt off. I want to feel free to stroke his bottom properly.”

Claire grinned at her. “Me too, sister!”

It was nearly ten minutes later that both sisters were dressed to their entire satisfaction. They had decided eventually to discard everything except panties and aprons. The aprons felt crisp and cool on their bared flesh. Their small breasts were bared when viewed from the side. They had each tied the waist ribbon tightly so that the apron was almost wrapped around them. This left most of their thighs bare of covering and gave them the freedom to move as they wished. They had searched in the medicine cabinet and found cloths and towels. They had not spoken to Philip as they readied themselves. Claire opened the top of the large jar as they approached the boy and placed it on the floor between his widely spread thighs.

Both girls kneeled down, making faces to each other as they looked between his legs. Claire leaned over to her sister’s ear and whispered “Beautiful isn’t he. Ours to enjoy, don’t you think?”

She laid one of the cloths on the floor directly beneath the plump flesh of his penis.

Her voice sounded clear and firm as she addressed Philip. “We have been instructed to cover your skin with an antiseptic cream. Try and relax now. My, my, your bottom has been soundly spanked by Miss Walker. We are instructed to apply the cream all over and make sure that it thoroughly penetrates your skin. Just relax now.”

She grinned at her sister and dipped the fingers and thumbs of each hand into the wide mouth of the jar. She held her hands up like a surgeon, while she watched her sister lubricate her own hands thoroughly. Gently, they each placed both of their hands upon his buttocks and began to caress the extremely smooth and creamy lotion over each cheek. They worked steadily, gently working the cream into his buttocks and thighs.

“Now, does that feel nice, Philip? Can you feel how cool it is on your hot little botty?”

Philip’s voice was slightly apprehensive as he answered. “Oooh, yes Miss... um... thank you, Miss. It feels erm, very smooth and soothing.”

Emma slipped him hand into the jar again and took a large glob of cream on her fingers. She smiled at her sister as she smoothed the cream down into the cleft of his bottom, her fingers paused for a moment, wriggling against his sphincter. She heard hip gasp loudly, before she moved them downwards until, deliciously, she could encase his scrotum in her hand. She heard him gasp even more anxiously as she smoothed the cream over his bulging testes.

“Good boy, just keep still and relax. Oh, I forgot... you have to keep still, don’t you... because you are all fastened up, aren’t you Philip!”

She spoke to Claire, although her words were intended for Philip’s ear.

“You know, Claire. Sometimes little boys can get very emotional when their little botties are spanked by pretty ladies. His little peenie is swelling right up. Perhaps he hurt it while he was shivering and shaking. Do you think you ought to put some cream on Philly’s Willy? It might stop the swelling. Tell me if you think it is still swelling up.”

Claire dipped her hand in the cream and reached under him, grasping his penis firmly. Her fingers wrapped excitedly around the shaft

Philip reared his head... “Oh, ooohh, please... Miss...”

“Oh, it is definitely swollen... he must have hurt it. It’s swelling right up.”

Emma giggled. “Well you will have to put lots of cream on it. Do you think, I should rub the other end of it... it might help!”

Claire put her other hand to his penis. Holding the foreskin back with her left hand, while she tickled the urethral opening with the fingers of her right hand.

The boy’s head reared up, “oh... Miss... oh, oh.”

“Yes, Emma. He is definitely in pain, just listen to him. You will certainly have to check his little bump. It could be swollen inside. I really think that you ought to check it, Emma.”

“Now keep still Philip. Miss Emma, is going to have to have a feel inside your little botty. She won’t touch your sore bits, but she must check inside to see if there is any swelling. Your little Peenie is so poorly that it is throbbing with pain.” She giggled. “You must be in a lot of pain, because it’s swollen right up. Are my fingers helping to soothe it, Philip?”

Emma coated her hand liberally and started teasing the rosebud of his sphincter. She giggled to herself as she thought of his surprise at how adept she was at penetrating bottoms.

She ran all her fingers over the opening, pulling the flesh downwards as she slipped the first two fingers of her other hand, through the opening. Her penetration of his bottom was deft and practiced. She quickly used a scissor-like motion to widen the opening to accommodate the entrance of her two other fingers.

“Ooooohhh hooo hoo. Miss... oooh, hoo!”

“Silly Philip, you sound like an owl. Now if Claire is ready, we will start your treatment. Miss Walker did say to make sure that the cream fully penetrated your bottom.”

Emma quickly located the prostate with all four fingers. Claire’s voice made her giggle as she began to wriggle her fingers over the prostate.

“You will have to hurry up Emma, Philip’s little peenie is absolutely throbbing with pain.”

“Whooo.... Ah...ah, hooo... hooo.”

“There’s that owl again. Well it’s a good job he is fastened down. He is shaking like a leaf. Let’s be nice and vigorous, Claire, and see if we can make the swelling go down. Then we can rub some more cream into his bottom before we rub his peenie again.”

She giggled. “Little boys are so resilient. Perhaps he will recover more quickly, and we can just keep rubbing his little peenie until lunch time. Now I am just going to give his little plums a good squeeze, while I pump his little bottom for him.”

Claire and Emma worked in unison. Their co-ordinated efforts had the boy trembling all over. Claire used her fingernails. She would have preferred to have used her teeth to score over the pulsing rim of his penis head. Pity he is in the wrong position for that, but it is so exciting to have him fastened down and helpless. He can’t escape any of my stimulation. Pity too, that his bottom is so sore, it would be lovely to spank him when he shoots his stuff.
He is the best-looking boy ever and so shy... he is a delight.

Emma looked at her sister and winked. “Try and relax, Philip. You may find this next bit rather intense, but it will certainly make your swelling go down.”

She giggled deliciously as she speeded up her fingers inside his bottom. “Are you ready Claire?”

Claire giggled softly. “Well Philp certainly is. Here he pops... My what a gush... he must have been saving that up just for us. Have you ever seen such a mess upon the floor?” Her hands were a flurry, giving no respite to the refined and well-practiced stimulation to the shaft and head of his penis. She could see Emma’s bare arm working up and down, deftly massaging his prostate.

He was ejaculating copiously. Spurt after spurt after spurt. Claire had kept his penis captive in the same position as she had applied her competent skills upon the shaft, head and urethral opening. Emma squeezed his testes. He gasped and wailed as he was thoroughly and expertly milked.

Emma thought It was such a delicious feeling to have complete and utter control over an exquisite young boy. She squeezed his testes and held them in a firm grip as Claire drew her fingers down the shaft of his penis.

His final agonising emission was aided by a firm prod to his prostate gland. His semen was pooled neatly upon the cloth beneath his widely-spread thighs. He was gasping for breath as the girls took their hands away from his body. Claire stood up and walked around the horizontal bar. She stroked his burning cheeks. Her fingers were soft and gentle as she wiped away his tears.

“Poor baby Philip. Will you promise to be good if we unfasten you? You have been confined long enough. Emma began to unfasten his knees as Claire stripped back the Velcro of the fastenings over his arms. She stroked her hand over his back and shoulders. “Grasp the bar, while you lift your knees. You must be very stiff.”

She giggled as she realised what she had said. “Let me help you up.” She held him carefully until he was standing upright. “Now go and stand in that open space.” She watched him walk stiffly to the centre of the room. “Put your hands behind your head and bend from the waist a couple of times.” She walked around behind him and observed the cheeks of his bottom as he complied. “That’s good, you are certainly more, supple, than I had thought you would be. OK now I would like you to start running on the spot, Emma will tell you when to stop.”

She moved around and saw him blush at the instruction. She could see that his penis was still engorged and hung down heavily over his plump balls. Never-the-less, he obeyed. His penis swinging up and down as he complied. They both watched the display with glee. What a sight to see a beautifully proportioned boy. Naked and obeying their embarrassing commands. Emma finally held up her hand to stop his exercise. She addressed him, her voice and words, sounding like a caring nurse.

“Now, Philip, when you bent over, did the skin on the cheeks of your bottom feel tight?”
He answered her; his face blushing as he spoke. He had only just realised how skimpy and revealing their aprons, were. With their arms bared to the sides of their breasts and the apron hem only just reaching their thighs.

“Yes Miss Dixon, it feels very tight and sore. But..but... thank you for the cream.”

Claire, now spoke to him. “OK Philip, you seem to have got over your experience a little... so, I am going to take you face-down over my knees and rub some more cream into that naughty little bottom of yours. When I have done that, Emma will do the same. When you are well creamed. We are going to make you cream, if you know what I mean. We will have you standing up. I will stand behind you and penetrate your bottom with my busy little fingers and Emma will attend to your penis. It will be a very thorough little experience for you and should bring you comfort.”

She looked at his crimson face and trembling lips. “Now don’t get upset, Philip. We are both well used to dealing with little boys and their peenies. And I can assure you that it will feel very nice when we lay you over our bare legs. We have both already seen you looking at our bare legs.”

She giggled. “Go and fetch two of those hard-backed chairs and bring them here.” She looked at her watch. “By my reckoning, Philip, you have two hours of treatment, before we get you dressed and back to class. I bet you really blush when you see Miss Walker. I know just what she will do to you, before you go home.”

She watched his face become more embarrassed as she spoke to him. “She will take you to her office and make you take your trousers down... and your little white undies. She will make you bend over and touch your toes. Then when you have your legs nicely spread, she will bend over you, so that she can have a good look at your bottom.”

She giggled again as Philip, blushed mightily.

“What an embarrassing day you are going to have, Philip. Now fetch the chairs.”

It was a quarter after four, when Philip stood in the quadrangle. His face was still blushing from Miss Walker’s examination of his bare bottom. It had been much more embarrassing than the Dixon twins had predicted. She had made him strip completely and kneel on top of her desk. She had taken a tube of cream and applied a copious amount to the cheeks of his bottom. She had kissed his cheek and told him that he was really a good boy and that he had just been naughty and thoughtless. Her kindness and her soft hands upon his bottom had made his penis start to erect almost immediately. She had smiled at him knowingly when she saw his stiffening penis.

Philip had blushed and trembled with shame as he felt the familiar tingle in between his legs. He was nearly in tears of embarrassment, as his penis become so stiff that it begun to throb, humiliatingly moving up and down of its own volition.

Miss Walker had smiled kindly at his blushing face and had told him what a silly boy he was to worry about his little penis getting stiff. Her words burned in his brain.

“It happens to all little boys as they start to grow up.” He had been so embarrassed that even after he had dressed, he had stumbled out of school with his face still aflame.

Now, as he looked across the cobble stones, he saw Mrs Noble and Kate approach him. Kate ran up to him. “Are you blushing at what I am going to do to you, Philip? How silly, just because I am going to milk your little peenie! I could see your red face from right across the quadrangle. We will have a super evening, Philip. I love you so much that I am going to wriggle my fingers inside your little botty and make you squirt and squirt, until you are really, really empty.”

Philip nearly fainted at the thought. He knew that she would see his bright red bottom. How could he hide it? Then... he thought; the questions will start. What on earth could he tell her? What could he say if Mrs Noble saw his bare bottom?

Mrs Noble, had Philip and Kate sit in the back seats of her smart Jaguar car as she drove them home. Kate suddenly jumped up and down in excitement... as far as her seat belt would allow her.

“I know, I know... Mrs N, why Philip is blushing so much. I bet Miss Walker kissed his cheek and patted him on the head for all the work he did in his History assignment. Is that what happened to you Phillip? I bet she made you feel so proud of yourself. I know that you really, really like her. Come on tell me, my blushing dweebie-poops... I bet she kissed you because you worked so hard.”

Mrs Noble, pulled into the wide driveway of Kate and Philip’s, house. She got out and opened the back door of her car, for Kate and Philip. She could see that Philip was struggling with his seatbelt. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, which were still ‘fire-engine’ red.

“Come on inside, sweetie. I knew that there was something wrong.” She put her arm around his heaving shoulders and walked him inside the cool foyer of the house. She did not let go of him until she had seated him at the kitchen table. She quickly fetched him a fruit juice and sat down opposite him.

She could see that Kate had realised that something was terribly wrong with Philip. Her face looked so concerned as she sat down quietly after fetching her own chocolate drink. Wendy’s voice was soft and caring, but there was also a hint of determination. Philip was looking down at the table, his shoulders were still heaving, and he certainly could not hide his tears, which spilled rapidly onto the table.

“You don’t have to look at me Philip; but I want to know everything. Start telling me when you think you are able. We will sit quietly and wait for you to begin from the beginning. Take your time Sweetie, you have no secrets from me or Kate.”

Philip tried to compose himself. He did not want to tell anyone, but already knew, deep down, that he would have to.

Wendy knew that Kate was dying to say something and so she patted her bare knee. Kate looked at her and nodded in understanding. There were tears in her eyes.

Eventually, Philip began to speak. “Oh... Mrs... Noble... it was awful.”

Wendy quickly interrupted. She did not intend for the information to come out in dribs and drabs. “Start from the beginning. Take your time and tell me what happened. Right from the time you left the house. Not the emotion, just the facts; as if you were writing a report of it.”

Wendy had given him a format, it seemed to help the boy. He managed to look up – and although his eyes were wet, he was no longer crying.

“I walked to school and got there at eight am. I went straight to our home classroom. I placed my ‘History Assignment’ on Miss Walker’s Desk. I must have been the first one there as mine was the only one on her desk.”

He shifted in his chair but continued. “I went and got a drink from the Common Room and went into class at around eight fifty. Miss Walker came in at nine and started the lesson. We had to write the lead up to the Civil War.” He shivered as he carried on.

“I could see Miss Walker going through the homework and I didn’t take a lot of notice until she called out and asked me if I had forgotten to hand my assignment in. I told her when and where I had put it and carried on with my work.”
He breathed deeply.
“She called me up to the front, I think... yes that was it. She told me that it wasn’t anywhere on her desk. I said it looked more like some other folders that she had on her desk. She looked through the top three or four, but it wasn’t there. She had written a note to the Principal, Miss Soames. I had to go to her office with it.”

“Poor Philp,” Wendy said, almost under her breath. “Carry on, just the same way you have been doing.”
She knew that she could get any detail she wanted, later. Philip shuddered but continued.

“Miss Soames told me that I would be punished. She said that Miss Walker thought that I was telling the truth. But the rules stated that work must be handed in personally. She asked if I knew the rule and I said yes. She wrote a note to Miss Walker, sealed it in an envelope and told me to give it to her.”

Wendy noticed that Philip was looking a bit more distressed.

“I gave the note to her and she didn’t say anything. It was later, when she called two of the prefects and then me. She told them to take me to room four.” He shuddered again. I waited outside of the room and Miss Walker came and we went inside.”

Wendy could see that his eyes were welling up. “Try and tell me dispassionately Philip. Whatever happened, has already happened. Don’t get upset, you can’t change things... and I want to know the facts. Just tell me Philip - you are doing just fine.”

Kate was so concerned that tears were running down her cheeks. She did not say a word.

“It is a punishment room. It doesn’t have windows. It’s got a frame like erm... a stool for your knees... and a thing like... erm... like a horizontal bar. There are straps... erm to fasten you... oh... oh.”

Wendy looked concerned but was determined to find out what had happened. Her voice was firm, in a bid to get Philip out of his emotional state, so that he could continue.

“They made me get undressed... erm completely. Then erm... I stood in front of Miss Walker’s desk and she told me. Oh... she told me that the Principal had said that I was to receive twelve strokes of the paddle on my bottom... erm and thighs.”

He shuddered. “It was awful. They fastened me down... the Dixon twins... erm... they are the prefects in my form. Then Miss Walker paddled me, oh, it really hurt me. Miss walker said. That she would, erm not think any worse of me in the future. She left and then the prefects put some antiseptic cream on my bottom...”

Philip could not bring himself to tell Mrs. Noble any more of what Claire and Emma had done to him.

“Oh, and... Miss Walker saw me in her office erm after class and she put some more cream on my bottom.” Wendy looked at him. Is that it Philip?”

Philip blushed. “Miss walker kissed my cheek and said I was a good boy, that I had just been thoughtless.”

He shuddered, his shoulders heaving as he looked at Mrs Noble.

“Oh, Mrs Noble, I know why I messed up. It was my vanity. I wanted her to be really pleased with my work... and, I just couldn’t wait for her to see it, so I left it on her desk. I am so sorry,” he shuddered violently, but did not cry.

“I was just... oh... I think, I was just full of myself, I didn’t think. Do you think Miss Walker will really still like me? I have never felt so ashamed in my life.”

Wendy smiled caringly and sympathetically at him. “Philip, I know that she will. I know Miss Walker. Trish was in her class last year and I met her. I knew that she had been offered the extra duties of administering corporal punishment. She told me that she would be taking the job, because she knew that whatever the offence, she would not vary the punishment it would be the same for everyone. She would be scrupulously fair and just.”

Wendy looked keenly at Philip. “I know that Miss Walker would not have wanted to punish you, if it had been left up to her. Well certainly not with the paddle. But, she had to obey the principal’s decision.”

She looked at Philip again and smiled. Kate looked across to her brother and then to Mrs Noble as if to ask permission to speak. She looked straight into Philip’s face. “I know how you can get Miss Walker to kiss you on the cheek and tell you what a good boy you are.”

She giggled and giggled before she spoke.

“It’s the perfect solution – considering how much of a dweeb and a nerd you are. Your favourite subject is the civil war. Why don’t you do a real neat thingy on the civil war. Do, it tonight and hand it in tomorrow... Personally... got it? PER... SON... ALLY!”

She giggled again as Philip’s face brightened. She looked at Mrs. Noble. “Mrs N? Can we swim first? You know to get Philip back into the right frame of mind.

Wendy smiled. “Yes, if you stop calling me Mrs N. Why don’t both of you call me Aunty Wendy? After all I have known you since you were babies. Would you do that, it would be so much nicer.

Philip looked much brighter. He would love to swim after his traumatic day. Suddenly he frowned and blushed. Wendy knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Philip, I am in charge of you. You have to do what I say. And what I say will always be for your own good. I know that under those trousers, you have a very red bottom. I will have to look at it anyway - as I am a nurse practitioner and I am looking after your welfare.”

She smiled at him. “Forget the embarrassment. Get undressed in your room if it makes you feel any better. You will not put your trunks on. We have all seen you without clothes, remember. Get in the pool and have some fun. Now Philip, Go.”

Philip blushed but still ran upstairs to get undressed. Kate ran up to Wendy and jumped on her, kissing her on the lips. She pulled her head back and giggled. “You are a super Aunty Wendy. Can I leave my clothes here?” She stripped off her school uniform, before Wendy had time to protest.

Naked she stood in front of Mrs Noble and looked at her seriously. “I bet those Dixon girls rubbed more than his bottom. They are real mean girls.” She ran off before Wendy could answer her. Wendy had also pondered about the Dixon twins. She knew them well as they were under supervision when their parents went out every Thursday Evening.

Wendy only caught a glimpse of Philip as he dashed past before she could fully turn around. She saw that his buttocks were reddened from the top of his bottom cheeks down to the top six inches of his thighs, just below the crease of his bottom.

The skin had not been broken and the flesh did not look as if it would bruise. However, she knew that Philp would have been in agony, both physically and mentally during his punishment.

She hurried out towards the pool. She could see that they had both already entered the water. She sat on one of the loungers as she kept her eye on them. She knew that they were fine, but like Philip, you have to obey the rules. She was thinking about whether she would advise Kate to leave Philip alone this evening. But she had something at home that might help should she decide to let Kate attend to the boy.

Kate left Philip alone for the first half hour. Then she swam under water and grabbed his peenie She let go of him as she put her legs around his waist in a scissor hold. She did not want to touch his sore bottom. He blushed as his naked sister leaned down and took hold of his penis again.

“I love you brother. What did Claire and Emma do. Everybody knows that they are real mean girls. How many times did they make you spurt?” Philip blushed deeply. He knew that he couldn’t hide things from Kate, ever. He shivered and put his head down... “Oh... Kate, they did it twice... twice! Please let me go. I have had an awful day.”

Kate let go of his penis and put both arms around his neck. She kissed him on the lips, before he could protest, she had pushed her tongue deep into his mouth. She could feel his heart beating strongly as she held his lips against hers. Kate knew that she could now physically dominate his body as she wished. But it was the first time she had really kissed him.

Of course, she was already experienced at kissing. Her friend Shelley, again was her main source of experience. They often experimented for hours, laid in her bedroom and analysing the merits and intensity of their kisses. She had impetuously kissed a boy during the junior prom. The experience had left him breathless and blushing for the rest of the evening, when she had finally let him go.

It was her lack of breath that finally prompted her to release Philip. She looked at him as he drew in his breath raggedly. “Philip, the reason the Dixon twins did that to you, was because you are the best-looking boy in school. They are always looking at you when they get the opportunity. Did you imagine for a minute that they would not take advantage of their position? A naked boy fastened down and completely under their authority! They must have thought that all their Christmases had come at once.”

She reached down again and took hold of his penis. She thrilled as she felt that the shaft was hard. She ran her nails over the exposed head... watching him shudder at her presumptuous titillation of his sensitive flesh.

“Don’t you see Philip, look how easily you can be stimulated. And there you were helpless and naked. I know one thing... it will not be long before they feel that they have to do it again. So, you had just better watch your step. Those two are just dynamite.”

She kissed his lips softly and looked across at Aunty Wendy and winked at her. “OK, my beautiful brother, you swim, while I go talk to AW.”

She let go of him and watched as he clumsily tried to swim, vainly trying to hide the fact that his penis was violently erect. She called out to him. “Hey Philip, why don’t you try your backstroke.” She watched his blushing face disappear under the water as he pushed into a fast crawl. Kate swam to the side and slid out in one easy movement. Her naked wet body, slick and shining.

Wendy looked at the little minx, standing so closely to her. The drops of water that spilled onto her tunic were not acknowledged as Kate suddenly sat down cross-legged in front of her lounger. “Aunty, I want to do Philip, this evening. His bottom is pretty sore. But I want his thoughts to be of me tonight, not of those blonde sirens. They made him ejaculate twice. I mean they would, wouldn’t they? With him naked and fastened up. They had permission to cream his bottom, so it was only natural. I mean, he is so beautiful, that they were not going to pass up that opportunity. They might be mean, but they are not dumb!”

Wendy laughed at Kate’s words. “You have summed it up perfectly Kate. Now if you are going to milk him. You had better do it early. I know he really brightened up at your suggestion of the Civil War project. And I suppose, when you think about it, he will have to re-print his whole history assignment. I have several packs of printing paper over at the house. So, if he gives me his drive, I will print it for him. Otherwise, I think he may just run out of ink or have some other calamity.”

She looked at Kate seriously. “I have something else at the house. It is a vibrator that will fit in his bottom and you can tape it into position. I am not saying that is how you must stimulate him. But because his bottom is so sore, it might stop you touching it accidently. I will leave it up to you. But it will leave both hands free for his penis and testes. Think about it. She smiled and stood up.

“I will have to have you both out of the pool while I go across. Will you call Philip out?”

Kate jumped up and ran down the side of the pool. “Philip, you have to get out. Aunty Wendy need to go across to her house and you are not allowed to be in the water while we are on our own.” Wendy and Kate watched as Philip got out of the pool. His penis was still plump but no-longer erect. He seemed to be in two minds whether to cover himself. He looked at them both smiling ruefully as he walked with his hand at his sides. Wendy knew the effort it had taken... and smiled at him. “Good boy, Philip. You are among your friends here. Do you want to give me your drive for your history assignment? I will print it on my printer, to save your inks and paper for the Civil War.”

Philip smiled, he looked genuinely pleased and rushed into the house as if he did not have a care in the world. He came out a few minutes later. Wendy laughed when she saw that he had a towel wrapped around him. He gave her the thumb-drive and acknowledged with a shy grin, that he had indeed covered up. “Well done, Philip. I won’t be long, so both of you promise me that you will sit here together until I get back. No movement means no danger, OK?”

They nodded solemnly and sat together on the lounger as she walked away. Kate looked at her brother, her eyes looking into his. “Aunty Wendy is absolute trumps, isn’t she? She is just as caring and thoughtful as mom.” She looked at her brother more seriously. “You have really changed, Philip, do you know that? I don’t mean that you are not shy anymore, but there is something bigger and I know what it is. You have no guilt. It must have really been awful having a secret that affected you so much. Well now you don’t have to have it. You ought to thank Aunty Wendy, she is really on your side. She is far more world-wise than mom, when it comes to boys growing up. I suppose she sees it in the clinic every-day!” She held her arm out and put it around his shoulders. “Do you love me, brother?”

His look and words thrilled her far more than he could have possibly realised. “I really love you Kate. You are pretty. You are bright. You care for me and watch my back. I really could not have a better, nicer, more wonderful sister than you. I love you for all the things that you are. You embarrass me and tease me, but I know that that is just you. You could never be mean or uncaring. I am lucky to have you.”

Kate turned away and wiped a tear from her eye. He had touched and delighted her. She turned back to him and leaned her naked body against his chest. His arm came around her body and she cuddled into him. “Thank you, my sweet, sweet brother. I will always be here for you.” They both sat in contentment until Wendy came back.

Surprisingly she had a plastic folder with her. Philip looked at it, realising that some of the maps and charts had been condensed to make a cover page. They were also in colour. He held his hand out and asked. “Oh um... Aunty Wendy, can I see?

Wendy handed him the folder and watched him flick through the pages. He nodded several times as he went through the assignment. “Oh, thank you Aunty... that is above and beyond what I had ever thought of doing. Thank you so much, you are a star.”

She smiled delightedly. “OK, extraction... tea... and the Civil War... in that order. OK, Kate, Philip?”

Philip blushed deep to the roots of his hair. She led them into the house and instructed Philip to put his work upon the kitchen table. She then took them up to Philip’s bedroom. Kate looked intrigued, while Philip blushed furiously. She placed three large pillows on top of each other and instructed Philip. Her voice was kindly, but had that firm edge that, as a nurse, she would use to a young person.

“Kneel on the bed, with your chest on the pillows. She watched Philip struggle to kneel as she instructed, still with his towel wrapped around his waist. As soon as he was positioned to her satisfaction, she leaned over him and slipped her arms under his tummy.

“Just relax sweetheart. I am just going to help Kate prepare you so that she doesn’t touch your sore bottom. I really need to look at it a bit more closely and then I will sit outside the door, so that she can see to you on her own.”

She loosened the towel and uncovered him. She knew that he would be embarrassed but might survive the indignity, as he could not see what she was doing. She folded the towel and moved to his dresser where, she had already placed the jar of cream for Kate to use. She put it on the bedside table and bent over the boy, carefully examining his bottom.

“You seem fine, Philip. Sore, but fine. Now I just need to pop something into your bottom. Don’t be alarmed, it is very small.” She saw Philip raise his head as she took the jar of cream and lubricated two fingers. Before the boy could protest, she began to lubricate his sphincter.

“Please shuffle your knees further apart while I lubricate you.” She watched the boy bend his head as he shuffled his knees further apart. “I think you are going to have to do better than that Philip. I know that Kate would want you far more widely spread.” Kate, smiled at her as she spoke. “Please don’t be naughty Philip, I know you have a sore bottom, but I will still smack you if you don’t do as you are told.”

Philip gasped as suddenly Wendy penetrated his sphincter, she pushed inward and see-sawed her finger until he was slick with cream. He was breathing heavily at the intrusion of her finger into his bottom.

“Now what did I tell you about spreading your legs. Kate saw Philip blush to a deeper shade of red. But she noticed that he had immediately widened his knees, until they were really well spread. Kate stroked his cheek as she saw Wendy take a little plastic device out of the right-hand pocket of her tunic. It had a slim stem, with a ball on the end. It looked like a lollipop with a curved stick. There was a wire running from it, which ended in a tiny jack-plug. Wendy wiped her greasy fingers over the ball-end and quickly introduced the device into his bottom.

Phillip gasped loudly as the ball end disappeared up into his bottom. “All done sweetheart.” Wendy held the stem against his perineum, immediately behind his scrotum and looked at Kate.

“Will you hold that there while I tape it up.” She took a reel of plaster tape from the same pocket and tore off a two-inch length. She placed it next to Kate’s fingers, and smoothed it over the slender stem of the device.

“There we are Kate now let me show you this piece. She slipped her hand into the left-hand pocket of her tunic and pulled out a fat tube, about two inches in diameter and six inches in length. She showed Kate the slider control. It was a round button sitting proud and set within a long slot. There were incremental markings alongside of the slot, extending to the length of it.

‘Off’, was where the small button was presently located. Kate could see that the next increment was calibrated as low, until the furthest was marked ‘High’. Wendy smiled at her brightly. “I think that is fairly self-explanatory, Kate. You will soon gauge the effect of it, I think.” She plugged the small jack-plug into the socket on the device and let it rest on the bed below his widely-spread thighs.

Wendy wiped her hands upon Philip’s towel and then stroked her hand over his blushing cheek. “I know you are embarrassed Philip, but Kate will look after you. So just relax.” She looked at Kate and winked at her. She moved over to the dresser and picked up a small flat dish. She placed it underneath him. “I will be within calling distance, Kate... if you should need me.”

Wendy walked from the room as Kate kneeled down and looked at her naked brother. She could see his blushing cheeks as he lay openly exposed for her to do to him as she wished. She felt him shiver as she stroked her hand gently over the curvature of his spine. He looked delightful, even with his reddened bottom. Kate took the jar and coated both hands thoroughly with cream. She rubbed them together until the lubricant was partially soaked in. She knew that she wanted some friction and feel from her fingers.

She held her hands at either side of his thigh. With her right hand she carefully slipped her fingers around his scrotum. She immediately felt the skin contract at her gentle touch. She heard him gasp and draw in his breath as she slipped her right underneath his tummy. She could feel her own heart beating as she touched the tip of his penis. Her fingers wrapped themselves around the shaft and she pushed the foreskin upwards, baring the head.

“Hah... oh...oh.”

Her voice was soft and gentle. “There we are Sweetie, just relax and let me see how you are feeling.” She squeezed the shaft of his penis and relished the immediate and violent throb in response.

“Good boy, now let me see if I can get your prostate stimulated. It is important that you ejaculate thoroughly. So just relax, now.”

She let go of his scrotum and lifted the controller. It felt very heavy in her hand. She slid the button upwards, watching the button go from ‘Off’ to ‘Low’. She saw his body tense and his muscles contract. She could hear a low hum from the device in his bottom and heard him gasp at the first, entirely new, sensations inside his bottom. He took several moments before his body released some of its tension.

“Just relax sweetie, you are doing fine.” Amazing she thought. The device is barely on and yet I can feel his penis beginning to throb already. She stroked the flesh of his foreskin up and down the shaft. It seemed unusual having his penis in a downward position. But she was delighted that she now had two hands free to play upon the sensitive membranes.

She pushed the foreskin right back from the head and formed her other hand into a claw. She first tickled the tip, and then drew her nails over the entire rim. She felt his body buck as she repeated the procedure. She could already feel his throbbing becoming more pronounced.

She did not want him to ejaculate too quickly, and certainly not without her being able to experiment with the vibrator against his prostate. She kept his foreskin fully retracted and reached for the controller. She had no idea, what intensity the half-way point would be, but she nonchalantly slid the control up to the mid-point on the gauge.

“Hoooo....oooohhhh.... ah...ahh...ahhhh.”

“Just relax now. Try and be a good boy for me.” Her voice took over the dulcet tones that she had heard her Aunty Wendy use.

They did not assuage the violent reaction his body was displaying towards the sensations within his bottom.

“Ooooohhh...oh..oh... pleeease it’s too... oh please!”

Kate realised that the vibrations had remained at the same speed, but even by the sound she could tell the strength of them had more than doubled.

She put her hand back upon the tip of his penis and let her nails score over the opening of the urethra. His body was shaking and tensing as she formed a circle with her finger and thumb.

While stretching his foreskin until the head of shaft was fully bared, she began a flurry of up and down movements. The circle of her finger and thumb, scored over the rim of the glans with a rapidity that had the boy arching his back as if to escape the acute sexual stimulation to his penis.
Kate kept her voice cool and calm. Knowing that he would think that she was going to rub his penis even harder.

“Now Philip, be a good boy and try - and don’t try to evade me. I have spared you from having my fingers in your bottom, because it is so sore. So, I want you to give me a nice big spurt of semen. I am going to increase the firmness of my grip so that your penis is properly excited. I want you to try and relax until you feel that you can’t help spurting for me.

She continued, unhurried and sure of the thoroughness of his eventual release. After several minutes, she could see that he was absolutely at the end of his tether. However, she did not allow him even one moment’s respite

“Oooooohhh... pleeease... oh, no, oh, please, no more, oh please, Miss.”

His wail of anguish was music to her ears. She increased the flurry of her fingers and talked to him coolly and calmly.

“Now be a good little boy. You know I have to milk your little peenie for you. I am being as gentle as I can. Just try and relax before I start to arouse you properly. You will feel so much better when I extract all of your semen from you. Now just relax.”

“Oh... please Miss, I can’t stand it anymore... it feels... just too... ah, hooo oOOH.”

Kate was delighted that he had started calling her ‘Miss’. She had no idea what sensation the maximum setting would produce so she quickly pulled her fingers away and set the control to three-quarters. She instantly went back to the flurry of her fingers over the rim of his penis.

His reaction was quite violent and exceedingly anguished. His body tensed, and his buttocks seemed to quiver and shake as if he was being electrocuted. He seemed to have given over the control of his own body to Kate.

“OH PLEASE.... Oh, it is too... too much to bear. Oh Please... no more.”

Kate could feel that he was on the brink of ejaculating. His flesh was already vibrating, and his breathing seemed to have suddenly come to a stop.

With a feeling of wickedness, Kate spoke to him. “I know your bottom is sore, Philip. But I shall have to spank you if you do not give me a full and thorough extraction.”

She scored her fingers more firmly over the hardened flesh. She had never felt him become so hard. She realised that the whole shaft was throbbing helplessly and vigorously.

Involuntarily he began to ejaculate. Violently and comprehensively, as if his emissions were being torn from him.

“Ooooohhhhhhh.... Please, Miss oh, n...n...nooo...”

“Now I want nice big spurts from your little peenie... Philip. Come along... let me see those nice big spurts.”

Her words were the final prompt to his ragged and agonizing expulsion his groans were muted and incoherent as his ejaculation seemed interminable. Spurt after spurt shot downwards into the glass dish. There was no relief, no let-up from the rapid series of expulsions. Her hands flew over the exposed rim of his penis as the device in his bottom seemed to excite every millimetre of his flesh.

Her voice again spurred him as she cooed to him.

“Poor baby... never mind... now do your best, my what a brave boy.”

It seemed as if he was still ejaculating, but there were no more emissions. Because of his positioning, the semen was pooled upon the dish as neatly as if it had been served with a spoon. She looked at the copious result of his extraction. She felt for the controller and slid the button back to “Off’. She began to milk him hand over hand. Watching the last vestiges drop into the dish.

“Good boy, does that feel better?”

She had just enough time to pull the dish away as he collapsed, his legs stretched flat against the bed. Only his chest remained raised against the pillows. She quickly pulled the tape from his skin and then pulled the stem of the vibrator, watching and hearing the ball plop from his bottom. It was delicious feeling. She squeezed her legs together trying to control her excitement.

This was heavenly. She had milked her brother’s penis while he had knelt obediently and meekly. She had played with his body, just as she wanted. She thrilled at the thought that she could touch, stroke or smack him whenever and wherever on his body she wished. He might complain, but he would do whatever she wanted. She would explore those possibilities. So that she would always have something new and even more humiliating for him. She had a super play-toy, a living, breathing, beautiful one. She could not help squeezing her nipple, hard and deliciously as she thought about her newly appointed role. I am definitely going to get Shelley involved. Just think what the two of us could do to him. And all under my total authority and instruction. Delish!

She put the device on the floor beside the bed. She did not want him to see it. Philip had passed out. Either from the singular extraction or from the accumulation of the day’s events. Kate looked down at his naked body and then at her own bared flesh and remembered what Trish had done to her. She knew, that she too, had been close to fainting.

She stroked her hand over his back. Poor baby, she thought. It really must have been such a traumatic day. Kate did not even wait for instructions, she called Aunty Wendy as she rushed to Philip’s bathroom to soak a towel in cold water. She rushed back to see Aunty Wendy already stroking his cheek. His eyes flew wide open in time for the soaked towel to be placed over the back of his neck.

Wendy stayed with Philip, while Kate went to shower and then put her tee-shirt on. She did not bother with any other clothing.

It was an hour and a half later, that they finished their tea. Again, Philip had been bathed by Wendy without complaint and only minor blushes when she had washed his bottom and penis. His exhaustion and fatigue seemed to be forgotten as he set himself to the task of evaluating the lead-up to the Civil War. Aunty Wendy had made sure that he dressed in slacks and a shirt. She thought them far more suitable for his work mode. Kate was on the phone to Shelley, when she called out to Wendy.

“Aunty Wendy, can Shelley stay on Saturday night. Her Mom will call you before then to say that it is alright.” Wendy laughed and gave her consent... and the number for her mother to call. Philip, thought that at least Kate will have her friend to play with and talk to. And then the dreadful thought occurred to him. What if he were to become their plaything for the weekend.

He turned it from his mind and concentrated upon the beautifully executed work that he had completed. Yes it was only five hundred words long. But the reference material and appendices were another thousand. He knew that that was totally within the rules.

Roberta Walker, sat on the veranda of her small secluded house. She wore a simple, but expensive silk robe... and nothing else. She loved the solitude of the evenings. There was still a lightening of the sky, where the sun had set. Her desk and chair were permanent fixtures of this quiet place in her house. The glass doors could be concertinaed to enclose the space, when she had finished her work, and her desk and chair would once again become part of her study.

She often thought, ‘who would be a teacher?’ But tonight, she was sailing through her pupil reviews and was looking forward to the one glass of wine she would have before she went to bed. She had stored away the events of the day for a later time. She knew that she would have to think about it, but she wanted to complete her work with a clear mind, so that her comments would be concise and accurate. She looked at the pile of folders she had completed and realised that she was halfway through a task that she had allowed herself two weeks to complete.

‘One more, and then I will call it a night’, she promised herself. She took the next folder off the pile and looked for the name. Even before she saw the label, the weight had alerted her. It was much heavier than the others. She read the label with a heavy heart.

‘History assignment. Philip Collins’. She pushed both piles of folders to each side, so that she had plenty of room. She spread the sheets, noting that the additional material was neatly stapled and labelled. She got up from her chair and opened a bottle of wine, poured a glass and placed the bottle in the refrigerator.

She sat back down and began to read. It was almost an hour before she had finished. It was an excellent piece of work. She remembered his words. ‘It was my Vanity’. She understood. Yes, it was your vanity... Philip and perhaps the intuitive Miss Soames had also seen that too.

A keen and clever pupil, thinking perhaps they had a special place. But, that was not the case, he had only done what had become the norm for all the pupils. Leave your work on the desk. Well that would now have to stop completely. But he had really asked for nothing more. Either way, she thought it was a tough lesson for a young boy. She put his work away and thought about him.

He was exquisite. It had been a joy to see his body, unpunctuated by clothes. She wondered whether the Dixon twins had taken advantage of him. Of course, they had - and she had wanted them to. In fact, she had more or less instructed them to... and given them a hall pass until after lunch.

She smiled to herself, was she jealous. Well she was certainly envious. She had been unable to prepare his bottom or to treat him with antiseptic afterwards. A task she would never ever, have let two fourteen-year-old girls attend to. But, could she have honestly not let her hand stray a little. She knew that she had been scared to trust herself. And afterwards in her office, when she had smiled at his erect penis. Could she have not just attended to it. Told him what a good boy he was while she had made him squirt all over her desk. So easy, these modern surfaces to wipe clean with a damp cloth.

Perhaps - she thought as she drew her glass doors together – I might have a second look at his bottom. After all, she thought... we both have a free period after lunch. How delicious, to make that blushing face heave with emotion, while I force him to ejaculate. Wouldn’t that be nice, doing that to the beautiful little Philip Collins.

Of course, it would have to appear to be an accident, that I would have to finish off. And then take him by the hand to the school nurse. She smiled at the thought of young Francis Friedman, who she knew was adept at saving young boys from messing their underwear: or suffering psychological trauma by interrupting their natural function. Francis, she knew, was well versed in deftly manipulating a boy’s natural function.

Is that how Philip will end up tomorrow. She hoped she would have the courage. Would she really want to think back in years to come, that she missed a beautiful and poignant moment, because she lacked courage?

The day dawned bright and clear as Roberta arose. She had slept well and was content. She had a solution to her dilemma. The outcome would, she felt, be just and recompense her favourite student for the trauma and disappointment of yesterday. She had also not forgotten the circumstances of the day before.

One does not, she thought, lose one’s folder in the middle of another pile of folders. On the top perhaps, but NOT in the middle. She would have to be careful how she handled that little problem. She already knew the culprits, but that was like math, having the answer but, not being able to show the working or the proof!

Perhaps she ought to enlist the help of a bright and intelligent woman, whose years of experience as Principal had left her with an encyclopaedic knowledge of obtaining confessions.

She prepared her breakfast, while she held the house phone to her shoulder. She was surprised at the ease and enthusiasm of the answers she received from Francis. She laid the phone down just in time to lift her eggs from the saucepan.

It was one minute after nine that she called the last name on her register. She called Philip Collins up immediately after. He was blushing as he reached her desk. He held in his hands, his re-printed missing History assignment and the finished classwork on the Civil War. She thanked him for them both and watched them open their math books. She had agreed to invigilate Mrs Needham’s exam. And... she had already put her questions up upon the whiteboard.

She turned to Philip’s work. She was impressed with the look of the reprint but knew that she had already read it. She turned to the civil war and read the text. It was concise and excellent. She skimmed through the references and the appendices. She knew that his knowledge was far more profound than his class work. She marked it with a ten and felt in her drawer for the original assignment that she had discovered last night. She marked the original assignment with a ten and placed the re-print in her drawer. She would wait for next period, which was history, before she gave them back to him. She thought she might keep the reprint to show to Miss Soames. Not to suggest that her decision was wrong, but merely to show the outstanding work.

Philip had seen Mrs Walker looking at his homework and was pleased to see that she was continuing to read it. He looked at the appointment card that had been left on his desk. It said: Philip Collins. Pupil Review. 12.30pm. Medical Office. Nurse Friedman. He had had them before, just a few questions about his health and any concerns he might have. It gave him plenty of time to eat his lunch before he had to attend.

She called him up during the history lesson and gave him them back. “Well done, Philip. I am most pleased with your conscientious work. I am particularly impressed with your knowledge of the civil war.” She had made sure that her words could be heard in the silent classroom. “I managed to find your misplaced assignment.” She did not elaborate but could not stop the boy blushing as he thought of yesterday.

She let him return to his seat and addressed the class. “After having had a missing assignment. I am reminding you that work must be handed in. That means from hand to hand. i.e. Your hand to my hand. There were only two students who obeyed that rule yesterday. You must all do that from now on, if you are to avoid punishment.” She caught the smirks that passed between Emma and Claire Dixon.

The morning period passed, and she caught Philip Collins before he could leave with the rest of the class. “Are you having lunch in the canteen, Philip?”

He stammered in his usual shyness, “Yes, Miss Walker.”

“Good Boy. I am very pleased with you, Philip.”

Philip was on cloud nine. The beautiful Miss Walker had praised him in front of the whole class. He really did feel better. But he already understood that missing work... means no work to a teacher. A hard lesson. But one well learned.

Roberta was seated on the edge of the examination couch, talking with Francis Friedman. She had taken her time and had relayed the entire happenings of yesterday including her instruction to the Dixon girls. Her finding of his work and even her more clandestine thoughts about Philip.

Francis had listened intently and carefully. She did not show surprise or really comment physically at all. She looked at Roberta and smiled at her.

“Right we have ten minutes to decide and two hours to do something about it. I will tell him that he is due his physical as part of his review, and before he has a chance to walk through here you will see him in the reception area and tell me about his bottom. OK, the rest is easy.”

Roberta smiled. “That sounds perfect.”

Philip walked to the nurse’s office. He had not given much thought to his appointment. He had encountered Emma and Claire in the canteen. Their teasing about yesterday had made him blush and he knew that he had not heard the last from them.

He walked into the front office of the nursing reception. There was no bell to ring and he just stood and waited. Francis walked out of the examination room and pushed back the screening curtains to see Philip with his back to her reading some of information posters on the wall. She watched the window to the corridor and saw the familiar silhouette of Roberta Walker fast approaching her reception. She spoke to the boy. Catching him by surprise.

“Oh, um...Philip Collins. Are you Philip Collins?” It was at that moment that Miss Walker also entered the Nursing Reception.

Philip stammered. He did not know whether to greet the sudden appearance of Miss Walker or answer the nurse’s question.

“Oh, Yes Nurse.

“You are due your Physical as part of your review, would you like to go through the curtain.”

Before he could move. Roberta interrupted.

“Oh nurse, Friedman. I am glad I caught you. I would like you to have a look at Philip’s bottom. He was given twelve strokes of the paddle yesterday. I was meaning to ask you to have a look at him, first thing this morning, but I have been running late.”

Francis looked at Roberta and smiled.

“Oh, that is alright Miss Walker. Philip Collins is due for a review and his physical exam is part of this year’s review. I can have a look at his bottom first. Would you have the time to take him through to the surgery, and get him undressed for me? I will go and lock the outer door. I always do, when I am going to be busy doing a full Physical. Would you mind getting him stripped? I would be grateful.”

Roberta was delighted at how smoothly their little charade had been enacted. She answered Francis, before she spoke to Philip. “Yes, thankfully Nurse Friedman, I have a free period after the lunch break.”

She turned to Philip.

“Go, through to the examination room, Philip, I am right behind you.” Philip was already blushing profusely as Roberta kept her hand on his shoulder as she brushed aside the screening curtain for them to enter the room. She did not give Philip the time to examine the room. Instead she stood him in front of her and bent down to undo his shoes. She stood up quickly and spoke to him, as if this was a perfectly normal occurrence.

Philip was confused and dismayed. The day had started so well. The beautiful Miss Walker had praised him in front of the whole class. Now, he shuddered in pure embarrassment. She was going to undress him. Then the nurse was going to examine him, naked... in front of Miss Walker. He knew he was blushing. He could feel the heat in his cheeks. His dismay and anxiety were profound.

“Let me help you Philip.” She slipped his blazer from his shoulder and hung it on a peg. “Come along Philip undo your tie and step out of your shoes. I am sure, Nurse Friedman has lots of other duties this afternoon. And I am sure you do not wish to miss all of your free period.” She ignored his blushing face as he watched in dismay as Francis entered the room.

Roberta could well understand his consternation. Nurse Francis Friedman, was an extremely pretty young girl. And Roberta had already noticed that she had changed into a white, slim-fitting tunic. Her fair hair had been pulled back severely and her face was beautifully made up. Her short sleeves revealed her slender arms, which were lightly tanned. The front of the tunic, was definitely, she thought, unbuttoned far more than she would normally allow. Likewise, the hem of the tunic was short, and the bottom buttons were undone. Roberta could see the insides of her thighs as she strode into the room.

Francis spoke to him. “My, Philip, you are a slow coach I would have thought you would at least be down to your undies by now.”

Philip groaned inwardly.

Francis could not look at Roberta directly without his seeing her, so she just let Roberta carry on. She took his shirt from Roberta’s fingers and placed it on a hanger. She could see his consternation as Roberta casually slipped his belt from his trousers and undid the top button. Roberta’s voice was perfect as she turned away from him to look at Francis.

“Get your trousers off and pass them to me.” She turned back in time to see him step out of them.

“Good boy now your sock and undies.”

She stood in front of him, watching as he bent down to remove his socks. She took them from his hand and waited with her arm outstretched for him to hand her his undies.

She ignored his blushes as he handed the garment to her and stood with his hands in front of his penis. She did not comment. Instead she turned to Francis.

“Where would you like him?”

Francis did not answer but took Philip by the arm.

“Stand upon the stool and get onto the couch. I want you on your hands and knees, facing that way.” She pointed to the far wall. They both watched as Philip tried to maintain his modesty while getting himself into the required position. He did not manage to maintain his modesty as he struggled to get himself onto his hands and knees.

“Good boy, now just go down onto your chest and lay your head upon your hands. So that your bottom is nicely raised. Do you think you can manage that, Philip?”

Francis watched his blushing face as he laid his chest on the cool fabric. “Good boy, now just move your knees one by one until they are nearly touching the edge, off you go.”

Roberta realised just how practiced Francis was. The boy had ended up in a position not dissimilar from that in which he had been fastened on the previous day.

Francis, spoke to him directly. “Well done Philip, I am surprised that an obedient boy like you, needed to have his little botty smacked.” She turned to Roberta.

“Oh, Miss Walker, if you wouldn’t mind giving me a hand. I normally, pop a thermometer into their bottoms first thing. It saves time, while I continue with their examination. If you wouldn’t mind. There is a lubricant on that shelf and the thermometer is in that dish. I am just going to put the sphygmomanometer on his arm. If you would help out. I would like you to lubricate him really thoroughly as I always give them a full rectal exam as part of their physical. So if you could get your fingers well inside and loosen him up. The thermometer, is very large for young bottoms, so they really do need their sphincters to be relaxed.”

Roberta was now able to smile at Francis. She grinned at her and winked before turning her attention to Philip.

“As you wish, Nurse Friedman. Philip is quite a shy young boy, so I am sure he will feel better having his form teacher with him. He had a very traumatic day yesterday.”

Philip felt himself shiver. He did not want his form teacher to be here and see him like this. He could not believe what he was hearing. How could he bear the shame of having Miss Walker put her fingers into his bottom? And surely that huge device that he had seen in the dish as he got up onto the couch could not possibly go in his bottom. It looked huge.

Roberta knew very well that her presence, had in fact, merely increased his embarrassment tenfold. She helped herself to a large glob of lubricant. With great reverence to the start of her thorough manipulation of his body, she pressed her fingers against the flesh between the cleft of his bottom cheeks. She saw him shudder as the cool cream was firmly applied by her inquisitive fingers.

His gasp at her first touch, had made her shiver with anticipation.

She was delighted with the beautiful contours of his upturned cheeks. She smeared the cream along the cleft, deliciously teasing the pink little buttonhole, which was the intended destination of her fingers. She teased and stroked over the small opening; almost cajoling the flesh to open up for her. How delightful, she thought, as her forefinger slid inside the ring of flesh. Little by little she coaxed its aperture, seeing it widen gradually as she teased a second finger through the pliant ring. Her voice was soft and caring as she spoke to him.

“Good boy, Philip. I’ll soon have your little bottom nicely relaxed for that big nasty old thermometer. Don’t you worry. Are my fingers gentle enough for you? I want you to take nice deep breaths so that I can stretch your little opening for you. We’ll soon have it sliding up into your little botty, won’t we. Big breaths now, there we are.”

She slipped her third finger through his sphincter, gently exploring inside until she could feel her fingers stroke against the little bump of his prostate. He shuddered, instantly alert to the direction of her fingers, his breathing became rapid as Roberta stilled her fingers for a moment.

Her voice was quite nonchalant as she spoke to Francis.

“I think his bottom is nicely lubricated. Shall I pop the thermometer in nurse. I am sure he will relax for me. I don’t want to accidentally touch his prostate. Little boys seem so sensitive inside their squidgy little bottoms. I don’t want his penis to become erect, I know Philip found it very embarrassing yesterday when I examined his smacked botty. His penis became erect all on its own for no reason at all.”

Francis winked at Roberta as she answered her. Like Roberta, her words were all for Philip’s ears.

“Oh, please don’t worry about that Miss Walker. Boy’s penis’s erect quite frequently and for no apparent reason while they are being examined. I just ignore them and carry on. However, in Philip’s case I shall require him to be erect for part of his examination. I normally require at least two thorough ejaculations, to ensure that his puberty is proceeding smoothly. I also need to measure him while he is fully erect, so don’t worry.
I must say, it really makes it so much easier for me having your help. I am most grateful to you and I am sure Philip feels so much better with you here.

Philip blushed deeply. He definitely did not feel better having Miss Walker not only watch, but, participate in his humiliating examination.

Roberta abruptly slipped her fingers from his sphincter and in a deft manoeuvre, slid the bulbous thermometer straight up into his bottom. She saw that the sphincter had still had to dilate further to accommodate the diameter of the bowl of the thermometer. She pushed it in until the stem protruded to about two inches.

“Hoo... ah... ah.”

Her voice was soft and caring as she spoke to him.

“There we are Philip, we just have to wait now until it registers.” She addressed Francis. “Are you ready to examine his bottom nurse? I thought this might be a good opportunity, while his bottom has the thermometer in it.”

Francis. Undid the cuff from his arm and patted his cheek. “Well done Miss Walker, it is quite a large thermometer for little boys to have inserted in their bottoms. Did you check his penis, I like to make sure they are not going to ejaculate or leak prostatic fluid before I am ready to extract their samples?”

“Oh, sorry nurse, I didn’t. I’ll do it now.” She stroked her hand over his back as if to comfort him.

“Now just relax Philip while I slip my hand between your legs. I need to feel your little peenie to make sure that it is behaving its self. You wouldn’t want the nurse to have to make you ejaculate three times, just because you were leaking.”

Her fingers gently wrapped around the shaft. She pulled the foreskin back and bared the head.

“Try and keep still while I check whether you have been leaking.” She slipped her other hand underneath him and scored the finger nail over the open tip of his urethra. His body jerked as if to escape the probing finger.

“Just relax, Philip, I won’t hurt you.”

She could feel that his penis was certainly plump. But there was no moisture.

“Good boy, you seem fine.” How delicious to feel his most intimate flesh! And to have him kneeling obediently for her delectation.

“Now, let’s examine the cheeks of his little botty together shall we, Nurse?”

They both leaned over him, their fingers, were gentle and considerate as they traced them over all of the area of his buttocks and thighs, that had been paddled.

Francis winked at Roberta. “Well Miss Walker, he certainly has been thoroughly paddled. But, if I may say so, soundly spanked without any broken skin or bruising. Quite expertly chastised.”

Francis spoke to the furiously-blushing young boy. “My you have had a sound spanking, Philip. Never mind I am quite sure that you deserved it.”

Philip managed to blush so much that he could feel the tips of his ears tingling with rush of blood to his face.

Miss Walker’s voice penetrated his cocoon of shame.

“Well he did break the rules... and I suppose it was a lesson learned. But Philip is normally a very good and conscientious pupil. Unlike some, he has learned from his mistake and I would like to try and make his bottom feel better as soon as I can. Is there anything here that we can put on it?”

Francis looked at Roberta and understood some of her thoughts. “Of course, Miss Walker. If you can spare an extra few minutes. I have a cream that is very effective. I would like to get him up in the stirrups first, so that we can go straight into the rest of his procedures. Would you remove the thermometer for me and then we can get him turned over?”

Roberta would love to have been able to laugh at Francis. She stroked her fingers gently down the cleft between his buttocks. “Deep breaths now, Philip. Try and relax your bottom!”

Philip began to breathe deeply. He knew how large the device was inside his bottom. He breathed as deeply as he could. “Ahhh... oooohhh.” Even then he was surprised at how widely his sphincter was stretched as it was abruptly pulled from his bottom. He could hear Miss Walker’s soft voice. “Good boy, Philip.” Roberta had had to smile when she had passed the thermometer to her. Francis had dropped it into the dish without looking at it and had grinned at her with pure mischief.

His positioning into the stirrups had been so humiliating that he did not stop shivering and shaking. His final position could not have been more shameful to him.

He had been placed upon his back. His thighs were spread so widely, that his buttocks gaped openly. His knees were drawn back towards him. But were held high in the air and securely supported into the U-shaped stirrups that encompassed his calves. He was totally held captive.

His hands had been placed behind his head, but a pillow had been placed over them, which lifted his head. His view was shameful; his penis lay plump and nakedly displayed on his pubis. It had been nonchalantly placed in that position by the nurse. He knew that his testicles and his bottom-hole were openly on view. The small of his back had been elevated by a folded cloth, so that his bottom was entirely clear of the surface of the bed.

He looked up into Miss Walker’s face as she leaned over him. “Now sweetheart I am going to put a particular cream upon your bottom. I want you to feel better... and that is why I am going to do it.” Philip nearly swooned at her soft and gentle voice and her caring words. He was unable to take his eyes off hers. “Now just lay still.” He blushed, as impetuously, she leaned down and kissed him upon his trembling lips. It was not a long kiss, but she could see how moved he was by it. She looked down at him. Such a pretty boy, she thought. His body is delicious. She moved around to stand at the foot of the examination couch. She looked down at his plump pale penis and bulging scrotum. What a delight. She felt Francis gently pull her away. “Let me show you the cream Miss Walker.”

Francis took her to the side of the room out of the boy’s sight and earshot. “What would you like to do? Penetrate his bottom, while you manipulate his penis or... have me inside his bottom, while you stand by his side. You can and look down at his face, while you play with his penis. I always find it delightful if I can see their faces while they spurt. But can you imagine him looking up at his beautiful form-room teacher while you manipulate his squidgy penis until he ejaculates. Either way, I will collect his semen. I need to measure it anyway.”

Roberta looked into Francis’s pretty face. “I would like to do both. But I want to look down at him first.” Francis smiled. “That is what I would have chosen. He will be putty in your hands after that emotional experience. Here, take, the cream. I will be around if you need me, but, I will make myself scarce. I’ll just put you a little stool there, so you are comfortable.”

Philip was totally embarrassed as he saw his, beautiful, wonderful teacher sit down between his widely-spread legs. He saw her hands delve into the jar of cream and shivered like a little girl as she touched her hand to his bottom.

Her touch was like velvet as she spread the cream copiously over the quivering cheeks of his bottom. She rubbed gently until she had coated them once. Then her touch became firmer, but no less gentle, as she went over his flesh a second time. He flinched and blushed constantly, as her fingertips delved into the crease of his bottom or touched his scrotum. He was completely under her thrall. She had spanked him soundly and comprehensively... and now she was being just as thorough, as she soothed and caressed him. He could not help looking into her face. She was beautiful. He looked at her as she stood up and coated her hands thoroughly with the cream.

Nurse Friedman came into his view. She spoke to him. “OK Philip, just relax for this next bit.” She reached up to the stirrups and fastened the straps on his calves. She came to the top of the bed and reached under his pillow. He could feel something tighten over his arms.

Philip, knew that something was going to happen, but he was not sure what. He jerked his head up in surprise as Miss Walker came to stand at his side and gently placed her hand upon his penis. He looked up at her, hardly believing that she was holding his penis. “Just relax Philip, Nurse Friedman thought you might feel a little more relaxed if I did this part for you.” He shivered as he felt her fingers retract his foreskin and bare the head of his penis fully. His lips parted, but he was unable to speak. “Just relax, Philip. This might feel a little intense.”

“Oooohhh.... Oooh... hooo.”

Roberta immediately knew from his anguished cry that, Francis had penetrated his body. From the look upon his face, she knew that he must have been fully speared by her fingers. She could see his hips begin to move involuntarily, as Francis went to work. Roberta looked down at his anguished expression. “Never mind Philip, it has to be done.” She turned her head to look at his penis as she brought her other hand into play.

She held the foreskin tightly against the base of the shaft and rotated her flattened palm over the urethral opening of his penis. He seemed to shake violently at her touch. His mouth opened, and he gasped in utter torment.

“Oooohh, pleeeease... miss... I c’can’t stand it, it, it is too... oh...oh...”

Roberta knew that it was a particularly effective manipulation, but obviously far too stimulating for Philip. But now as she began to gently stroke his penis from base to tip, she could feel that they had turned his penis into a hard and throbbing shaft that felt as rigid as a rod of steel. The fine vibration that ran through it excited her tremendously. She leaned over him, her free hand now brushing over his chest. Her nails occasionally scoring over his nipples as she increased the tempo of her strokes. Her eyes looked deep into his. Her face had that enquiring look as if to see if he was ready to ejaculate. It embarrassed him thoroughly.

“Now Philip, sweetie... tell the nurse when you feel that your little penis is going to spurt for her... you will tell her won’t you sweetheart. Just for me. She will require nice big spurts so that she can check that your little peenie is working properly.” Her words were soft and caring, but her hand was diligently and speedily milking him. Twisting and turning, scoring, nails and thumb adding utter torment to the nerve endings of the tip and rim, in a merry-go-round of utter sexual stimulation. Inside his bottom, clever fingers, cajoled, prodded and squeezed. Roberta smiled as she felt the glass test-tube touch her fingers as they flew over the young boy’s penis.

She looked deep into his eyes as he gasped and writhed within his restricted movement.

“Oooohhh Misss... I...oh.”

“I know darling boy, just let it happen. My you are in a state aren’t you sweetie. Never mind, let Nurse have some nice strong spurts.” Roberta was surprised that she could actually hear his semen hitting the sides and bowl of the glass tube. His chest heaved as he continued to ejaculate. His emissions seemed never-ending.

His orgasm was so prolonged, that Roberta glanced at Francis, who raised her eyebrows in response. Finally, his back arched violently, and his body fell limply onto the bed. His eyes closed, and his head fell to the side. She thought he might have fainted as she squeezed his penis, gently drawing her fingers upwards upon the shaft. He looked at her in wonder. She leaned down and fastened her lips upon his. She kissed him deeply and raised her head just, enough to look into his eyes.

She waited for a moment. Taking her hand from his penis and stroking his chest gently for a few moments. Eventually she stood upright. She had already come to her decision.

“There sweet boy. Now listen to me Philip. I am going to leave you now and let the nurse continue with your examination. I hope you feel better and that I helped you in that respect. You are a good boy and I know you will be diligent in your work and behaviour. There will be no special treatment or favours. But Philip...” she looked deep into his eyes.

“I want you to know that I am pleased with every aspect of you, and I will always like you, care for you, and help you. But, if you are naughty I will spank you... it is my job. I know you understand. I hope today has been a good experience.”

She kissed his lips and smiled at him; her eyes twinkling with merriment.

“And Philip, there will be no more kisses... or Miss Soames will be spanking my bottom.”

Amazingly after such a traumatic experience, Philip was able to smile. He looked at her and spoke.

“I understand and know my position. I am grateful... so much more than you will ever know, Miss Walker.”

Roberta turned and smiled at Francis as she left the room. Francis was quite sure that there was a tear in her eye.

Philip was on top of the world. He greeted Kate, Jill and Trish. As they stood in the quadrangle ready to leave for the day. He could not wait to tell his news.

“I have been sent up a class in Math. I am now in Miss Walker’s remove. Thank you so much, Trish. Mrs Needham told me this afternoon, after she had marked the test that we took this morning”

Trish smiled. “Well done, you are bright, and you deserve it.”

Kate kissed her brother on the cheek. She looked at him, giggling.

“Those sort of kisses from sisters are allowed in school; so, stop looking around to see who saw you being kissed. Trish will still be coaching you, at her house, of course, so that she can make you spurt. You have to spurt twice every day, my clever big brother.”

She giggled again as he blushed.

“Now... tell me dweebie-poops, did the wonderful and beautiful Miss Walker, kiss you for your homework? Come on Philip, stop blushing and tell. Well dweebs, you don’t have to, I can see by your silly face. She did, didn’t she...?”

She danced around and looked into his face, seeing his embarrassed look. She stroked her hand over his cheek, feeling the heat that emanated from it.

“Tell me dweebs, come on spill the Bush’s!”

He could see that they were all awaiting his answer. “Yes, she did.”

Kate danced around. “Knew it... and it was my idea... all mine, mine, mine!”

Philip had to smile at her. One thing he was sure of. He was never going to tell the rest of the story. It was his secret... and he would keep it close to his heart forever.

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