Juvenile Detention 2

By Jane Marwood
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Copyright 2020 by Jane Marwood, all rights reserved

 
Timothy managed to survive the afternoon of rigorous exercise. He had been allowed to wear his jockstrap but no other clothing. His muscles ached from the intensive regime of three hours of physical exertion. His face was red from both the running and sprinting and the constant blushing as his pretty instructor led him through a variety of strenuous and embarrassing exercises. The final ignominy shamed him to the core as she approached him after his final lap on the running track. “Right Frasier, come and stand in front of me and give me your jockstrap.”
 
Timothy blushed profusely as she held out her hand for the garment. He quickly pulled the jockstrap down and stepped out of it, trembling with embarrassment as he held it out towards her. He dared not look her in the face as she stood in front of him.
 
Janet Lake was a tall girl, her body was toned and athletic with a waist that was remarkably slender and trim accenting her full and firm breasts. Her long, tanned legs glistened with health as she stood with legs astride in front of the young boy. Her hands were placed upon her hips, her polished nails almost touching together as her fingers spanned her narrow waist. She knew that the boy was consumed by embarrassment and realised that he was so naïve that he would probably remain so for the duration of his confinement.
 
Janet, like all of the other officers at the Juvenile Detention Centre, put great faith in the practice of humiliation. She knew that the girls hated the regime of constant nudity and having no privacy. The girls especially dreaded being bathed and showered by the female officers. No detainee was ever allowed to wash or bathe themselves; and it was this particular humiliation that made most of the girls determined to never re-offend. As Janet looked at the naïve young boy, she knew that he would suffer far more than the girls. His being observed, not only by the female officers, but by all the girls in the facility would humiliate him beyond endurance.
 
She looked at him sternly. “Take your eyes off the floor and look at me boy. I want you to give me your full attention.” She waited until his blushing face lifted and his eyes met hers. “Right, one hundred Jumping Jacks. Off you go.” She stood back, her eyes never leaving the young boy even for one moment.
 
Timothy felt his cheeks begin to burn as he realised that he was to perform one hundred jumping jacks naked. He looked at her stern expression and knew that, without doubt, he would have to do them. Her beauty and natural authority unnerved him so much that he knew his body was trembling in utter embarrassment. He took a deep breath and began the exercise. As he completed the first two or three, he realised that she intended to stand in front of him for the whole exercise. He was aware that his penis had begun slapping against his thighs as he jumped upwards and then slapping back against his pubis as he landed. All this while the pretty young officer stood in front of him and watched him like a hawk.
 
Janet was delighted as she counted the Jumping Jacks, already betting with herself, the number he would be able to do before his penis began to erect.
 
Timothy was ensconced in a complete cocoon of utter humiliation. The sight of the beautiful young officer standing in front of him with her knowing expression and subtle hint of amusement, compounded his embarrassment as she observed his naked exertions. She knew that her presence helped exacerbate his profound humiliation.
 
Timothy felt faint as his penis throbbed and became weightier. It slapped with a regular beat between his thighs and his pubis. He knew that his penis was becoming stiffer and that she could see every detail of his shameful engorgement. He could not help looking at her face. To his dismay he saw her amusement as his penis suddenly stopped slapping against his legs and pubis; instead, it’s now rigid flesh was waving in the air as he struggled to continue with his Jumping Jacks.
 
His cheeks were absolutely burning with shame as she pointedly looked at his groin. She was now smiling at his humiliating display and yet she made no comment. There was silence between them, apart from the pounding of his bare feet against the sprung wood flooring of the gymnasium. Timothy had lost count of the times he had performed each jump. His lips were trembling and there were tears of shame in his eyes as he heard her voice penetrate into his shroud of reluctant and humbling exhibitionism.
 
“Ten more to go Frasier, put some real effort into it boy.”
 
Timothy felt another wave of heat suffuse his cheeks as he jumped even higher, he could feel the weight of his penis pulling at his groin. Her beautiful eyes looked into his as she observed his utter torment.
 
“Right boy you can stop now. Adopt the position while I get your things.” Timothy blushed again as she deliberately looked down at his erect penis before tuning and collecting his meagre clothing from her desk. He noticed that she left the jockstrap but carried his brief panty-style underwear and his slip-on paper shoes. “Right! Come with me and we will get you showered.” She gestured for him to walk by her side and to let down his arms.
 
“Through this door and then we are turning left down the corridor.” She stopped him outside a pair of double doors and opened them, ushering him through. Timothy quaked as he saw the naked girls in front of him. There were four rows of five girls in each row. They were facing forward as he was led to stand in his adopted position behind the back row. He was acutely aware of his erect penis being so close to the girl in front of him, that he blushed profusely.
 
The naked young girls were all stood in the required position with their hands upon their heads and their legs astride. Their bottoms seemed to have a rosy glow from their exercise as they stood facing a series of low, square-shaped shower basins. The shiny, ceramic basins were about five feet in width and length, but no more that twelve inches high. There was a platform to the far side of each basin and behind these stood an aproned officer.
 
Several other warders were standing to the right of the shower trays, waiting behind a table which was laden with towels. One of the warders beckoned to the first row of girls. With regimental efficiency all five girls moved forward immediately, each girl stepping simultaneously into the shower basin in front of her. The girls stood with their arms at their sides and with their legs astride until the showerhead above their heads was turned on. They all turned around twice under the steaming water as if in a co-ordinated ballet movement. As they faced forward from this manoeuvre, they bent forward with their arms stretched towards each end of the platform until their hands were resting on the thick plastic surface.
 
Timothy watched intently as the warders stepped towards each girl and poured a measure of shampoo on their heads. The shampoo was quickly lathered upon their short hair as the warders deftly applied a vigorous kneading to their scalps. Timothy felt his instructor tap his bottom as he stood wallowing in his naked embarrassment. The only saving grace for Timothy was that the girls had not been able to see him. He had noticed that all the girls had moved forward as the first row had stepped into the showers leaving a larger gap between his nakedness and the girls in the row in front of him.
 
“Step forward Frasier, I want you to watch the shower procedure. The warders will expect you to be able to follow this routine by the time your turn comes. So, step up and pay attention.” Timothy blushed profusely as he stepped forward, aware that the tip of his reluctant erection was, again, only a few inches away from the rosy cheeked bottom of the girl in front.
 
He turned his attention back towards the showers, just as the warders had finished shampooing the girls’ hair and had proceeded to rinse each head with a flexible, hand-held showerhead. He became aware of the young girl in front him beginning to shiver as she also watched the routine of the aproned warders.
 
Without any instructions been given other than a tap on their heads, the five girls immediately climbed onto the platforms so that they were kneeling horizontally to the warder. They knelt on all fours, spreading their legs so widely, that their knees were at the very edge of the platform. Their arms were held straight and placed forward as they gripped the front end of the thick plastic surface. It was the most demeaning of positions for a young adolescent as their heads hung down and every inch of their bodies became completely accessible to the cool and aloof ministrations of the experienced young officers.
 
Nonchalantly, the officers began to soap the back and shoulders of each girl, lathering deftly and efficiently until their skin was covered in a thick soapy foam. Timothy saw that the tiny slender young girl standing in front of him was shivering in trepidation as she watched the warders deftly soap their hands for a second time before slipping them between the upturned buttocks of each kneeling girl. Timothy was unable to stifle his own shiver of fear as the warders coated the buttocks of each girl with foamy lather before vigorously sliding their hands between their widely parted thighs.
 
Timothy watched, the rapid movement of the arms and elbows of the warders as the girls’ beneath them began to shiver and shake. There was no exception to the audible gasps and moans that came from each of the five girls. The smart young officers worked seemingly without any concern for the feelings of their soapy victims. He watched as each officer reached their other hand around the waist and underneath the tummy of each girl that they were bathing. Eventually reaching further underneath to pursue the sensitive folds and lips of the young girls most sensitive sexual centre. Ominously, they slid their other hand back up between the girls’ buttocks and took a generous smear of liquid soap.
 
 Timothy could see quite clearly the action of each officer as she stiffened the first two fingers of her right hand and promptly inserted them deep between each girl’s buttocks, twisting and turning her wrist as she penetrated the sphincter. Every one of the five girls moaned and raised their heads in a tormented response to the rude intrusion of such deft and intrusive fingers penetrating their bottoms. Unseen to Timothy, the left hand of every officer reached forward underneath the girl they were bathing and began to stimulate the plump lips of her vagina.
 
All Timothy could see was that every one of the girls was trembling violently as the left arm of each warder began to move briskly, flexing and moving with practised ease. He could not see their intrusive fingers deftly penetrate and probe deep inside the velvety channel of each naked young detainee. It could not have been more than thirty seconds before every one of the five young girls was gasping and moaning. Their nubile flesh was shivering and shaking with the deliberate and unremitting onslaught to their naïve young bodies.
 
Timothy was aware of the girls’ distress but because of his naivety, did not really understand what the warders were doing to the girls. He had no idea that each officer was briskly and unrelentingly stimulating the young girls.
 
The relentless movement of their fingers would have astounded him as they probed and prodded, slipping and sliding over the plump pubic mound of each prostrated girl in an absolute flurry of rapid movement. Their ministrations were always varied and completely synchronized with the fingers of their right hand reaming the girl’s sphincter, while the fingers of their left hand vigorously penetrated and cajoled every erogenous membrane of their sex. The poor girls were unable to prepare themselves in any way for the tremendous and rapid onslaught to their sensitive vaginas.
 
The speed and dexterity of the officers experienced touch had each girl fully stimulated almost beyond her endurance. It was common practice amongst the warders to deliberately over-stimulate the clitoris with a surfeit of pinching and the scoring of fingernails, until the girl was so sexually overwhelmed that she was left completely wracked and ravaged. With such an agonising and tormented orgasm, it was often that even the most-hardy of the girls would scream as she capitulated to an agonising peak of sexual sensation.
 
As Timothy watched the washing procedure of the juvenile facility, he shivered in dread at the thought of what was to come, he had very little idea of how exquisitely painful and agonising overstimulation could be.
 
He shuddered as he heard the voices of the young girls.
 
“Oh, please Madam, oh please, no more.” One of the girls screamed and almost slumped down to the surface of the bench as the warder pushed her fingers further up into her bottom while her other hand worked furiously beneath her. The warder’s fingers concentrating solely on the juncture of her quivering thighs. The girl’s entire body was shaking and convulsing violently and agonisingly. Casually, the warder withdrew her fingers from the girl’s bottom and smacked her briskly three times upon her quivering buttocks.
 
Timothy watched with dread as finally each girl received six hard smacks on her buttocks before she got up from the benches. They were ordered to form an orderly line in front of the warders who were waiting with the towels.
 
The line of girls in front of Timothy, again, moved forward towards the showers with Timothy following behind. He was thankful that his erection had reverted to being swollen but not erect. He was also aware that none of the girls had looked around at him. It seemed that discipline was paramount within the shower room. Each girl stood at the adopted position of hands upon heads and legs astride as, of course, did Timothy.
 
The shower procedure continued with Timothy growing more apprehensive as each batch of five girls were treated in exactly the same way as the last batch. Eventually he was standing on his own as he watched the timid girl who had been standing in front of him being robustly washed by the pretty officer. The officer was wearing a navy-blue T-shirt and very short skirt that allowed her long legs freedom of movement. The officer seemed almost blasé as she performed the same routine. The small and delicate young girl that she was washing, was shivering and shaking as the young officer reached around her waist and brought her hand up underneath the girl’s tummy.
 
The officer’s right hand lifted the nozzle of the soap dispenser with her two extended fingers, before promptly thrusting them between the cheeks of the small girl’s quaking buttocks.
 
Timothy shivered as the naked girl reared her head and gasped at the sensation of the officer’s stiffened fingers penetrating her sphincter. The officer was leaning right over her as her left hand moved briskly beneath the girl’s slender body. This movement seemed to cause her a great deal of distress as her body shivered and shook violently. She mewed and moaned in anguish as she was washed most vigorously.
 
The hand between her buttocks seemed to move in a blur as the warder see-sawed her fingers in and out of the young girl’s bottom. It seemed only moments before the naive young detainee raised her head and wailed with utter anguish. Timothy could see that her entire body was seemingly without control, shaking and shuddering alarmingly. Suddenly. she slumped down to the surface of the platform, gasping for breath as the young officer, removed her fingers from her bottom and smacked her several times on the buttocks. “Up you get girl, back in position.”
 
Languidly, the girl raised herself back to her hands and knees, drawing in large gulps of air, raggedly and loudly.
 
The officer seemed oblivious to the young girl’s trauma. She put her arm beneath the girl and lifted her hips until her bottom was raised right up. Without warning she gave the girl six sharp slaps to her timid buttocks. “Go and stand in line, girl.” The officer’s voice held no sympathy or concern as she shooed the girl towards the line of girls waiting for towels.
 
Timothy shivered realising, all of a sudden, that all of the officers were now looking at him as he remained on his own facing the shower trays. He felt a flush of heat to his cheeks as he stepped forward and over the lip of the shower tray. He stood in the same position as he had watched the girls adopt. Standing directly under the large shower fixture with his arms at his sides and his feet slightly apart. Immediately he felt a deluge of water on his head and body as the shower rose was turned on.
 
Obediently he tried to follow the exact movement of the girls who had gone before him. He turned around slowly not coming to a halt until he had rotated twice. He stepped forward and bent right over until he could place his hands flat upon the surface of the low bench. He suddenly remembered to drop his head - almost immediately he felt liquid being poured onto his short hair.
 
It was only a few seconds after that he felt her fingers massaging the shampoo into his scalp. Although the officer’s hands were moving quickly, her touch felt soft and gentle. Her fingers began to move over his ears and then on to his forehead. He managed to shut his eyes in time as she soaped his face and then around to the back of his neck. She seemed to linger on the back of his neck, a soft sensual touch, before she lifted her hands away and he felt the spray of water from the handheld shower head. He kept his eyes shut as she finished rinsing him with the shower head turned upwards so the water jetted into his face. As the cascade ceased he felt her tap his head gently.
 
Timothy thought that the showering had not been too bad, in fact it had felt quite pleasant. Remembering that he was expected to now know the procedure, he stood up and knelt upon the bench. He shuffled his knees to each side and gripped the end. He suddenly felt very vulnerable as he realised how widely his thighs were spread, and that now his penis and testicles were hanging down between his thighs.
 
Timothy realised that he was blushing as a flush of heat suddenly suffused his cheeks. He felt the officer’s apron press against his hip as she reached forward and began to soap his shoulders. Once again her touch was firm but gentle. She soaped his back and then slipped each hand around his torso and under his armpits, washing him firmly and thoroughly. He could feel the softness of her body as she reached right over him and washed his chest and tummy. Again. her hands felt soft and gentle, even though her touch was firm and her method deft and efficient. He felt both of her hands move back up to his chest and smooth over each of his nipples. He felt a shiver of pleasure as her fingernails scored sensuously over over each sensitive nubbin of flesh.
 
Emma Travis had been an officer at the Juvenile Detention Centre for nearly four years. She had started as a trainee at sixteen years old. Now nearly twenty, she had dealt with several of the young boys that had come through the juvenile programme. She had become a master at handling both girls and boys. She was quite adept at handing out punishments, both physical and psychological. Humiliation and embarrassment, she had found were often just as effective as the use of the paddle or cane.
 
What Emma had not realised when she joined the JDC was the absolute pleasure she felt when handling boys and girls. Some of the warders garnered the greatest pleasure from handling girls. But Emma had found that, for her, both sexes provided equal pleasure. Frasier was the best-looking young boy she had ever seen. She thought that his body was perfect and now as he knelt submissively upon the bench she intended to savour every second of his compulsory subjugation at her hands.
 
The feel of his skin delighted her, and she knew that her clever stimulation of his nipples would soon penetrate his sexual awareness. It was with absolute delight that she felt his nipples harden as she scored her fingernail over the nub of each nipple until she was sure that the flesh could not become any harder. She slid her hands up from beneath his torso and onto his back, sliding them sensually down towards his buttocks. As her hands reached the twin globes of his smooth flesh, her touch became firmer. She rotated each palm across the cheeks of his bottom, before deliciously delving between his buttocks. She saw his head rear up as she see-sawed the palm of her hand backwards and forward over his sphincter.
 
She could feel his body begin to shiver as she firmed her touch, hearing the boy gasp as she became bolder and her touch much firmer against the tiny puckered star of his sphincter. She continued her ministrations until she could hear the boy’s laboured breathing. Immediately she delved her hand between his buttocks. She reached underneath him, her bare forearm now separating his buttocks until suddenly, her fingers grasped and cupped his testicles in the palm of her hand.
 
 
 
She thrilled as his body quaked and shivered while she held his precious jewels firmly within her grasp. She was delighted in the way that his scrotum bulged, she flattened her palm and smoothed it around the swollen orbs. She felt him jerk and shiver as she explored his naïve sexual sensitivity. Unhurriedly she smoothed her left hand over his hip and down under his tummy, deliberately telegraphing her intentions to the timid boy. She heard him draw in his breath as she moved closer to her quarry. Deftly, she grasped the shaft of his penis and squeezed her fingers around the shaft.
 
“Hooo…sssss… oh… oh” Timothy exclaimed, gasping at the intense sensation of her squeezing his penis. His face was bright red and his body was shivering with embarrassment at his reluctant arousal.
 
Emma was delighted that his penis was already hard and throbbing with sensation. She retracted the foreskin and tightened her grip as she slipped her hand from his swollen scrotum and slid it upwards, letting her fingers trail across the puckered opening as she reached for the soap dispenser. Quickly she coated her hand with liquid soap, and without warning, she penetrated his sphincter with her two of her fingertips. She held her two stiffened fingers straight out as she watched the first knuckle of each finger disappear up into his bottom. She skewered her hand, and without further hesitation, pushed her fingers straight up into his bottom.
 
“Ooooh. Ahhhh, oh, please no.”
 
Emma ignored his protestations as she curled her fingers downwards. She felt the pads of her fingers home in on his prostate gland. She began to apply a gentle smoothing over the bump, eliciting an instant reaction from the young boy.
 
His voice was plaintiff and hoarse. “Hoo… oh, oh, ah.” His body began to shiver violently as she produced untold sensations within him. His head was moving from side to side as her left hand began to manipulate his penis in a flurry of movement. Stroking and squeezing the hardened flesh to such an extent that the boy seemed delirious.
 
“Ah… hah, hah.” He gasped and moaned as if in terminal pain. Emma was thrilled at his naïve gyrations. She applied her proficient skills to his rapid arousal, prodding his prostate with deft, firm movements while her left hand scored the fingernails over the incredibly sensitive rim of the penis glans. She felt his body quake violently as the first jets of semen splattered against the heel of her left hand. She spared him no respite as her hands became a flurry of movement, robbing him of any semblance of control. Her words simply compounded his distress as he ejaculated wildly.
 
“Keep still boy, I shall have to spank your bottom if you do not relax and allow me full access.”
 
Emma was in her element as she kept the boy helpless in an excruciating extreme of sexual torment. His moans and gasps were ignored completely as she plied her skills. Her knowledge of the boys nervous system was applied with cruel dexterity.
 
Her fingers did not still for one moment as she held him in the prolonged throes of sexual torture. Suddenly she felt him gasp and his knees give way. She quickly grasped his body and pulled her fingers from his bottom. Nimbly, she withdrew her hand entirely from his bottom and spanked his buttocks in a rapid series of loud slaps until she felt the boy come to his senses.
 
“Come along Frasier, let’s get you rinsed off. She reached for the shower control and turned it to fully cold before spraying the naked young boy with icy water. Deliberately she sprayed between his legs until she saw him begin to shiver.
 
“Stand up and face me, come along now boy, stand and adopt the position.”
 
Timothy was in a daze as he stood shakily and placed his hands upon his head. He could not believe how vigorously or effectively he had been made to ejaculate. He was shivering, not from the cold water, but from the intensity of his gruelling experience.
 
“Head up Frasier and look at me.” Timidly he looked up into the pretty face of the young officer. He blushed immediately as he saw her sardonic look. Her eyes were twinkling with amusement a she looked at him and then looked down at his penis which was almost fully erect. “Well we can’t send you to supper with your penis waving about like that, can we boy? Let’s see if we can make this penis of yours go down. You obviously need to be milked, don’t you?”
 
Timothy blushed to a bright red, his cheeks burning with shame as he looked into the pretty grey/blue eyes of the officer.
 
“Sit on the end of the bench facing that way.” She pointed to the area where two of the officers were standing, talking to each other. Timothy felt a fresh blush suffuse his cheeks as he looked glumly at the officer. “Quickly now Frasier, or you will miss the canteen sitting. Sit with your hands to the side and your feet apart. You are not one of our modest young maidens.”
 
Timothy took his hands from his head and turned to sit on the bench. As he sat and looked forward, he saw that two detainees were stood in their adopted positions, seemingly waiting for instructions. The young girls could obviously see his prominent erection and he blushed even more deeply as he sat as instructed with his feet well apart. The tip of penis was almost touching his navel and that caused further blushes to his young and innocent face.
Emma thought how delightful he looked, his face and body were utter perfection.. She realised that, as a new inductee, he would have been made to ejaculate several times already, and yet she was totally confident that it would not take her long to induce another one. Such is the resilience of young boys, she thought.
 
She looked at the two girls, who were standing waiting. They, along with Frasier, made up the three inductees who had been processed today.
 
She addressed them both. “You two girls strip and come here. Don’t keep me waiting or it’s the paddle for both of you.” The two officers waiting with the towels looked amused as Emma watched the young girls strip.
 
Timothy lowered his eyes in shame as he saw that the slender, dark-haired young girl was also blushing just as profusely as he was. She stripped quickly and laid her clothes on the table with the towels. The other girl was tall and blonde and although she was blushing, she did not seem as shy or as frightened as the much smaller girl. “Come here both of you, you can do something useful while you are here. Now stand at either side of the bench, facing each other. Stand up straight with your hands by your sides.” She looked down at Timothy. “Lay back Frasier and stretch your arms out behind your head and grip the end of the bench. Quickly now boy.”
 
For a young boy of Timothy’s sensibilities, the immediate proximity of two naked young girls, was beyond his ability to cope with his embarrassment. The bench felt wet and cold as he laid back, shivering with shame as he realised that his penis was standing straight upwards, throbbing visibly as it waved in the air in front of the officer and the two naked girls.
 
“Well Frasier, you are a naughty boy, showing yourself so blatantly in front of these young girls.” He could feel the heat in his cheeks burning so intensely that his vision seemed to cloud over. With watery eyes he tried to look straight upwards, to eliminate their faces from his vision. He began to shiver as his fingers gripped the end of the bench for dear life. His feelings hurt by the injustice of the young officer’s words.
 
He looked upwards towards the strong lights in the ceiling, shivering with humiliation. In unadulterated shame, he listened to the words of the young officer as she instructed the two, naked inductees.
 
Come along girls, hook your elbows behind the crook of his knees and pull his legs backwards. That’s right, now bend them over his chest. Further apart now… that’s the way.”
 
Another wave of humiliation encompassed Timothy’s body. It manifested itself in a deep and florid blush, burning his cheeks as he felt his thighs being pressed against the girl’s naked breasts. They held his legs upwards and outwards above his chest.
 
He grunted as the officer stuffed a rolled towel underneath the small of his back to keep his bottom elevated from the surface of the bench. One of the other officers that had been attending to the towels, stepped forward and placed her hand beneath his head. She raised it as she placed a towel beneath his neck before stepping back.
 
Emma Travis looked at the tableau of two naked girls as they stood at each side of the trembling young boy, holding his legs upwards and outwards. The boy seemed utterly distressed as he lay prostrated, his blatant nakedness fully exposed to everyone. The flesh of his penis seemed to be absolutely rigid, the smooth pale flesh was throbbing, making his appendage move to-and-fro with overt pulsations.
 
Emma was delighted with what she saw. The young girl to her left was almost tiny in her proportions, her puffy young breasts were small but suited her slender frame admirably. Her face was blessed with refined and finely-honed features. Her nose was small, as was her beautifully shaped mouth. Her high cheekbones were perfectly sculpted, below her large, exquisitely shaped, hazel-green eyes and her eyebrows were arched sharply beneath her high forehead. Emma noted that her short hair, rather than look ridiculous, revealed a perfect head shape.
 
Her body was slender but in perfect proportion with a waist that was impossibly tiny. Her hips flared beautifully above her perfectly proportioned thighs. The most intriguing feature of the young girl was the prominence of the mound of her pudenda. The plump flesh almost begging to be cupped and stroked.
 
The girl to her right was much taller, her firm athletic body was already well endowed with the springy flesh of pliant young breasts. Her waist was slender and flared to her well-proportioned hips and strong thighs. Her face was pretty, and Emma knew that when she was older, she would be a typical example of the cheerleader style of girl.
 
Both girls were blushing, although the small girl seemed to be nearly as embarrassed as the young boy. Emma was delighted as she soaped her hands thoroughly and bent her trim body towards her delicious task. The elevation of the boy’s head precluded him from distancing himself from her gaze or her ministrations. She placed her right hand ominously upon his upturned buttocks.
 
“Now Frasier, I want no fidgeting while I empty your testicles. It has to be done. I can’t have little boys walking around with their little penises waving about in front of our girls. So, keep still and relax your bottom for me.” She watched the young boy’s face flush with another deep and humiliating blush. With a shiver of anticipation and delight, she delved her hand between the quivering cheeks of his bottom. Her fingertips scored over the sensitive ring of his sphincters.
 
“Hoo… ah… ah… ooh.” Timothy bucked at the first intimate touch of her fingertips, his head turning to each side in rapid movements as Emma probed the delicate flesh.
 
The boy shivered and shook, as inexorably, her fingertips penetrated his bottom. Little by little, she felt his sphincter give way to her deft and practiced probing. “There we are, big breaths now Frasier.” Emma pushed her fingers straight up through the ring of flesh until she had fully penetrated his bottom hole.
 
Timothy was steeped in embarrassment and distress as the officer began to rotate her fingers around inside him. The pressure seemed intense, as suddenly he felt her press, what seemed to be the very core of his nervous system. He felt his penis throb as momentarily, she firmly pressed something deep inside of him. He gasped loudly as she quickly withdrew her finger from his anus. He could not help watching her as she reapplied soap and held up three straightened fingers. “Keep a tight grip upon him girls. He may find this a little intense.” Deftly, and quite nonchalantly, she pushed three fingers through the ring of flesh once more. She did not hesitate as she plied her fingers firmly. Rotating the knuckles until they slid up decisively and securely inside his bottom.
 
“Hooo…oooh… ahh.”
 
Timothy’s eyes flew open wide at the indescribable sensations that were happening inside him inside him. He found himself looking straight up at the face of the tiny slender girl that was holding his thigh. Her small puffy breasts were pressed against his straining flesh as she tightened her grip upon his trembling leg. She looked him straight in the eye and blushed deeply in embarrassment. Her pretty mouth was open, and she was breathing heavily as Timothy shivered and shook in his angst.
 
The Officers next words caused Timothy to groan in dismay. “Right, girls, keep a firm grip. I am going to retract his prepuce fully. He will probably buck, so make sure you are holding him tightly. Young boys, like Frasier here, can sometimes become very distressed when their little penises are manipulated.” She nodded to the officer who was standing behind Timothy’s head.
 
“Off we go, boy.”
 
Without a moment’s hesitation, she placed the fingers of her left hand around the shaft of his straining penis. She stretched his foreskin down the shaft until the skin was stretched tightly. Deftly she began to move her hand up and down the shaft, taking the foreskin with it as she rapidly began to milk up and down in long and dexterous movements.
 
Timothy could not believe the intensity of the sensations she elicited from his body as her fingers pressed firmly against his prostate and her left hand became a flurry of movement up and down the most sensitive membranes of his penis.
 
Emma turned her head to the second officer who was standing behind her. “Take his testicles for me would you. Firm squeezes please, this little boy is not going to last long.”
 
Timothy shook his head from side to side, his anguish obvious to everyone as he felt the incredible pressure of her fingers deep inside his bottom. She seemed to be jabbing him even more firmly with the pads of her fingers as her left hand became a flurry of movement against the sensitive coronal rim of his penis. “There we are girls it won’t be long now. Tighten your grip.”
 
Suddenly, Timothy felt a cool hand encase his testicles and squeeze him hard. At the same time, he felt the bare forearms of the officer behind him, brush past his face and stretch forward. Her fingers reached for his nipples and squeezed. She pulled the nubbins of his flesh upwards from his chest as he fought to contain his ravished emotions.
 
Timothy felt the rush of his impending orgasm deep within his core as he was rapidly and skilfully brought to a reluctant emission of his seed. The sensation was all enveloping and completely without respite as his prostate pulsed and shuddered while being goaded by skilful and insistent fingers. His sinews were locked in an utter rictus of involuntary arousal as the first expulsion of his semen was shot from the rigid shaft of his penis. Through all this, Timothy was aware of the intensity of the slender young girl’s face as she looked deep into his eyes with compassion and wonderment.
 
“Oh please… ah…hoooo ooooooh!”
 
Timothy could not believe that any feeling could be quite so concentrated or so anguished as he spurted time after time. His body was locked in a single quivering contortion that he was unable to contain. He was aware that his testicles were now being squeezed with an intense pressure… as, at the same time, the fingers within his bottom seemed to piston against his prostate with a rapidity that kept his body hovering on the edge of a climatic and unending torment.
 
Suddenly, as if a black cloud was slowly but inexorably descending from the ceiling, his senses were elevated to a crushing and terminal crescendo of surfeit. He felt as if he was being overloaded with a grip exquisite torture - as if a blackness descended upon him, cloaking him in profusion of anguished torments. His ears ringing with echoing screams from far away.
 
Blackness fell so rapidly, that it was if all light had suddenly been switched off.
 
The reverberating voice came from far away… and then closer and closer until the reverberations cleared to become clear and immediate. “Come along Frasier, time to wake up.” He opened his eyes to see the young officer looking intently into his rather blurred vision. He gradually became aware of her gentle fingers patting his face as his physical senses steadily returned.
 
“There we are now Frazier. My you are a timid little boy fainting like that. Now just lay still for a minute or two.”
 
Timothy felt all of his senses begin to return rapidly. He realised that his body was still laid flat. But that his legs were straight and that his body had been dried and that he was comfortably wrapped in a large, fluffy towel. He shivered in one mighty shudder. Perhaps as a response to the rigours of what had been an incredible and traumatically overwhelming ordeal. He felt the hands of the two other officers lifting him up and sitting him on the end of the bench. While a steaming cup of sweet lemon flavoured tea was held to his lips. He sipped gently, feeling his strength return. He looked up at the officers and thanked them.
 
They had seated him on his own in the large dining hall. He had eaten ravenously as his mind had replayed the embarrassments and humiliations of the day. He found himself blushing and shivering alternately as each haunting reminiscence came to the fore.
 
He had been fetched from the dining hall by a young officer and taken to a cell. He was surprised to find that the cell was that more like a small bedroom. There was a single bed which had been made up with crisp white sheets and a soft duvet. By the side of the bed was a small set of drawers and beyond that a neat modern desk and chair. He was shown through into a small bathroom with toilet and sink. Upon a shelf next to the sink was a tray with toothbrush, toothpaste and mouthwash. Next to them was a bar of medicated soap and hand cream. Towels were hanging from wall hooks next to the door.
 
Embarrassingly he was ordered to strip and brush his teeth, before being made to sit on the toilet. He had blushed profusely as the young officer watched him from the doorway while he defecated and wiped himself thoroughly. She had instructed him to wash his hands, before making him bend over so that she could check the cleanliness of his bottom. Amidst Timothy’s shivers and blushes, she had ordered him to get into bed. Once he was laid down, she took a small controller from her pocket and used it to dim the lights of the cell. “I expect you to get some sleep, Frasier. You will need it.” Her voice had been quite gentle as she moved through the doorway and locked the door behind her.
 
The morning brought further humiliations for Timothy as he endured an enema and then the same humiliating shower that he had suffered the day before. He had been seated on his own as all of the detainees ate breakfast and then led, this time as part of a group, into a classroom.
 
He had begun to notice that all of the facilities in the Young Offenders Detention Centre were of a very high quality and the classroom fittings were of the same high order. Modern desks were set out in rows, and as he was told to wait with the officer who had led the group into the classroom, he noticed that each girl had a designated desk.
 
The girls were seated in pairs, sitting side by side. The desks were widely spaced apart leaving an aisle between each. When at last they were all seated, he was led to a desk and immediately saw that he was to be seated next to the small, slender young girl, that had shyly held his leg as he was being made to ejaculate in the shower room, yesterday. As he sat down, she looked at him and blushed. Her scarlet cheeks matched his own as he blushed in return. “Get over your embarrassments and pay attention to your teacher when she comes in.” The officer’s voice was firm, but not unkindly.
 
Timothy kept his eyes forward, as did the young girl seated to his left. She was so pretty that he would have liked to have looked at her, but he dared not risk it with the warder standing so close to them. A buzzer sounded somewhere towards the front of the room and everyone sat up straight in their chairs as a pretty girl walked in.
 
She was wearing a crisp, black and white striped shirt, and a knee-length navy-blue A-line skirt. She looked very pretty, with black shiny hair, which was cut short in the latest style. She looked very fashionable and smart as she stood in front of the class with her pretty knees just showing below the hem of her skirt. She stood with her legs astride and her hands upon her hips as she surveyed the class. Timothy realised, as he looked at her, that she could be no more than seventeen-years-of-age. She could nearly be taken for a student herself, he thought to himself, as he sat looking at her.
 
The Officer’s voice rang out loud and clear, as she addressed the class. “For the benefit of the new inductees. This is Miss Sampson, who will be teaching you today. Like all the staff here, you will address her as Madam.”
 
The young teacher addressed the class. Her voice was crystal clear, and her words were beautifully pronounced in what Timothy realised was a Boston accent.
 
“Those of you that were with me last week, will carry on with their history assignments, the three new inductees, will come out and collect an assessment paper from my desk. Right please continue.”
 
Timothy watched as drawers were opened to the side of each desk and books were laid out by all of the girls. He saw that the girl sitting beside him had stood up and was making her way to the front. He stood and followed her. Only realising as he stood behind her, how tiny she was. He waited as she was given a paper and then stepped up to the teacher’s desk.
 
The teacher looked even prettier as he stood close to her.
 
“Ah someone said we had a boy in the class. What is your name?”
Timothy blushed, aware of the brevity of his short dress-like robe which showed his bared legs right up to the brief paper panties. As the robes where not given out until after the morning showers, he was not sure whether it was even shorter than the one he had been allocated yesterday.
 
Standing in front of such a very young female teacher - and dressed as he was, did nothing for his self-esteem, and he was not surprised to feel that he was already blushing. He was particularly nonplussed by her pretty face and direct way of speaking. Eventually he managed to stammer his name.
 
“Erm, Frasier, Miss,”
 
“Is that your Christian name or your Surname?”
 
“Oh, erm… it’s my Surname, Madam.”
 
She smiled at him. “Right then Frasier take this paper and do your best so that I can assess you properly.”
 
She handed him a single sheet that was printed on both sides. She pointed to the head of the paper, her long, slender fingers and bright red fingernails, drawing his attention to the blank horizontal box.
 
“Don’t forget to fill in your name.”
 
“Erm, no Madam, thank you, Madam.”
 
She smiled again as he took the paper from her hand and turned to walk away. He was immediately confronted by the other girl that had assisted in his embarrassing forced ejaculation after his shower. She smiled at him as he managed to nod to her as he blushed from his head to his toes.
 
He was painfully aware that he seemed to be drawing a lot of attention from all of the girls in the class as he walked back to his desk. He was aware of a tall girl seated at the desk immediately behind his. She looked at him and winked, her expression seemed to be mocking him as she looked down at the hem of his gown. He was aware of just how brief his little panties were. He blushed as he turned away from her and sat down.
 
Kate Sampson looked over her class. Her eyes again noting the young boy. She was delighted with the look of him. She had known yesterday, that he had been inducted to the facility. The excited voice of Claire Shusterbergman had filled her ear, even as she had held her mobile away from her head. Kate and Claire had been the best of friends since childhood. Their parent’s palatial homes and vast gardens stood next to each other on the beautiful and exclusive Jessop coastal resort.
 
Claire and Kate had schooled together in Boston where on the last day of term, just as they had turned sixteen years-of-age, they had both been quietly and discretely expelled for sexual misconduct, involving the thirteen year-old-son of the headmistress.
 
Even before their expulsion from the much-revered private academy, they had both led the life of the very rich and rather spoiled jet-set teenagers. Their affluent lifestyle was such that they had become extremely worldly and sophisticated in their tastes. From an early age they had developed an avid interest in sex of all kinds, experimenting with girls as well as boys. They held no secrets from each other and regularly updated each other on their latest conquests.
 
Indeed, conquest is certainly the ‘mot juste.’ No matter, whether it was a boy or girl, Kate and Claire acquiesced to no one. They were always the instigators of any relationship, and the relationship was always conducted on their own terms. It was Kate that had first seduced Claire’s two younger sisters, bringing them in to their exclusive sexual coterie, much to Claire’s utter delight.
 
The reason that Kate was now teaching at the reform facility had been Claire’s impulsive idea. A quick word with her mother was all that was needed for Kate to be firmly ensconced among the staff at the facility. Nightly telephone updates to Claire on the intrigues within the facility were a prerequisite of course. It had been an urgent call from Claire, who had heard from her mother that there was to be a delightful young boy at the facility that had alerted Kate to his presence. Kate knew that it would have been one of the officers who would have let Tania know immediately the boy had entered the premises.
 
Kate had been intrigued by the boy as had stood in front of her. She had noted immediately that the bulge within his tiny panties was worthy of further investigation. His blushing countenance had confirmed to her, his shyness and vulnerability. His beautiful good-looking face and adolescent body had delighted her, and she was determined that it would not be long before she had him within her grasp.
 
Kate knew that she needed no excuses or pretences to strip a boy naked. The staff at the facility had total control over the lives of their detainees. She had already enjoyed the prettiest of the young girls. Her favourite activity was nonchalantly stripping them and spanking their pretty bottoms before teasing their childlike sensitivities until they were squirming in tortured distress. She would play with their young bodies to her hearts content. She particularly enjoyed their naïve gyrations and innocent moans and gasps as she brought them to a reluctant orgasm, not just once but as many times as she felt like it, until the poor girls were exhausted, always well beyond their endurance.
 
Kate surveyed her class. Of course, there was complete silence in the room. She did not tolerate chatter or noise of any kind – and the girls knew it. Her punishments were carried out in full view of the rest of the class and served as a timely reminder of what sort of behaviour she required.
 
Timothy concentrated upon his assessment paper. He realised that it had been well worked out. Questions covered every subject and he had realised that there were four variations of each question, ranging from simple to graduation standard. He knew, that from this arrangement, a tutor would know instantly what standard he had reached.
 
As he was coming to the last part of the second side, he realised that there was angry whispering between the girl by his side and those on the desk behind. He shut it out from his mind. As he came to the final question, he felt something firm press against his hip. He quickly understood what had happened when the elasticated waist band of his pants became loose and the front of his paper pants suddenly dropped down, now no longer holding his penis and testicles. He could see the slender girl, out of the corner of his eye, putting a pair of plastic scissors back into her desk drawer.
 
He turned to her. She looked mortified and was blushing furiously. “I’m… erm sorry… erm boy, but they made me do it.” Her eyes flicked to the desk behind them.
 
Timothy could see that she was shivering in fright. He really didn’t want to upset her and knew that she must have been very frightened of the girls behind for her to do such a thing. He patted her bare knee and whispered.
 
“Don’t say anything, not to the teacher, not to anyone. Please… just concentrate on your paper.”
 
Timothy did not know what to do, now that he had no covering. His embarrassment was suddenly multiplied as he heard the teacher call out. “New inductees, please bring your assessment forms up to the front whether you have finished or not.”
 
His mind went into overdrive. He looked down to see that his penis was hanging down over the edge of his chair. He lifted his robe quickly and looked at the side of his pants. They had been cut right at the hip. The thin round elastic had disappeared inside the hem and he realised that there was no way that he could tie it. He clasped the hem of his robe and pressed it between his legs and stood up. Feeling utterly foolish, he followed the girl up towards the teacher’s desk.
 
He glanced around him noting that the young officer standing against the wall to the side of the classroom had observed him but had not noticed his predicament.
 
He looked straight ahead as he walked down the aisle. He could hear a few gasps and whispers as he came to a stop. The taller girl was first in the line, with the tiny young girl behind her. The girl in front had already handed in her paper. She turned, brushing past them as she went back to her desk. Timothy looked over the head of the second girl and could see that she had answered all of her questions in a precise neat hand as the teacher took her paper and perused it.
 
“Well done, Winters. Tell me, how do your pronounce your Christian name?”
 
The tiny young girl spoke clearly.
 
“It’s spelled Carey, but pronounced Cairey, rather than Carrie.”
 
The teacher smiled and dismissed her. Timothy could see that the girl was blushing as she turned and brushed past him. Her eyes had flicked up at him as she turned, and Timothy had seen guilt written all over her face.
 
Timothy now stood in front of the demurely dressed teacher. She looked towards his groin as he held his paper forward in his left hand. “What is the matter Frasier, you seem to be bursting to go to the bathroom. Is everything alright?” Timothy realised that telling the truth would complicate the issue. Although he had been taught never to lie. He certainly did not want to implicate the girl who had been sitting next to him. “I am sorry Madam. I broke the elastic of my pants.” He saw the teacher’s expression turn to a frown as she looked at him. She took the paper from his nervous fingers and looked into his face. “Come around to the side of my desk and adopt the position Frasier.” Her demeanour seemed severe as Timothy, blushing furiously, let go of himself and spreading his legs widely apart, put his hands upon the back of his head.
 
He knew that the pants were now hanging down, only staying upon his body by the elasticated leg openings. He looked at her through the mist of embarrassment that had suddenly descended upon him. To his utter horror, she pulled the tie of his robe, baring the front of his body completely. He felt her fingers touching his legs as she pulled the spoiled flimsy paper panties down to his ankles. “Step out of them Frasier.”
 
Timothy immediately lifted each foot, letting the panties fall over his feet. He watched as the teacher picked them up and examined them. Timothy saw that, as the ends had disappeared into the hem, she would not be able to tell whether they had been cut or broken.
 
Kate was delighted with the turn of events. She looked at his bulging scrotum and his nicely sized penis. Delicious, she thought. She did not hesitate in deciding what to do with him. “Go and kneel on the bench Frasier. Face this way with your knees against each edge and your hands gripping each corner.” She pointed to a low bench, just a few feet from her desk. Timothy took his hands from his head and turned to see a black leather covered bench about the height of a coffee table.
 
He blushed as she spoke loudly. “Give me your wrap, boy.” Timothy blushed again at the sharpness of her voice. He had a feeling her tone and volume was more for the benefit of the rest of the class than just for him.
 
He was acutely aware of his nakedness in front of the entire class as he stumbled in humiliation towards the bench. He kneeled as instructed. Sliding his knees widely apart until they were at the edges of the padded surface. He stretched his arms forward until he was gripping each corner of the front edge of the bench.
 
 His head hung down in utter humiliation as he waited for whatever was to happen next. He heard the teacher’s voice address the class.
 
“Put down your pens and listen to me. This boy has deliberately torn his panties. I know that he will have been instructed to take care of his clothing and he has disobeyed that instruction. You will be reminded again that I do not tolerate wilful disobedience, so he is to be punished in front of you all. Let this be a lesson to each and every one of you. Now, I want you all to sit up straight and witness his punishment.”
 
Timothy did not know that this was her usual address to her class before a punishment… or that a student’s humiliation and punishment was a very common occurrence in each and every one of her classes. Kate was delighted at the sight in front of her. His torso was at the same height as her hips. His bared body looked delightful, a perfect physique, she thought, as she savoured the boy’s impending punishment.
 
Timothy shivered as he felt her lay her cool hand upon the back of his neck. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper as she spoke to him. “Go down onto your elbows and lay your head to the side so that you are facing the class.” Timothy blushed as he obeyed her, feeling the cool leather against his cheek as he turned his head towards the girls in the classroom. His lips were trembling as he saw that each and every one of them was looking at him intently. He knew that his cheeks were bright red as the teacher lowered her head towards him and spoke again. Her voice was almost a whisper of endearment.
 
“Poor baby Timothy. Having to have his bare bottom spanked in front of all the pretty girls. Be a brave boy little Timmy. Naughty boys have to have their little bottoms spanked when they are naughty.”
 
Timothy shivered at her words and then again at the coolness of her soft hand as she smoothed it over his back and down over the upturned cheeks of his bottom. To his utter embarrassment, he felt her place, what he presumed to be a paddle, on the small of his back, at the same time deftly sliding her left hand up underneath his tummy. He gasped as her fingers gathered his penis and testicles and cupped them, before gripping him gently as she picked up the paddle.
 
“Crack!”
 
The first brisk stroke of the paddle encompassed both cheeks of his bottom. He jerked at the sudden sting, feeling her left hand gently squeeze his penis and testicles carefully, in complete contrast to the sting of her paddle.
 
Kate was in her element as she raised the light wooden paddle again. The flat wood was not drilled with holes for she did not intend to unduly mark the beautiful flesh of the boy’s trembling bottom. Far too beautiful for that she thought!
 
She clasped her fingers around the silky, soft skin of his penis and slid his foreskin back, feeling the deliciousness of the glans nestle against the heel of her hand.
 
“Crack!” The second stroke landed upon his quivering cheeks. She thrilled with delight as he gasped in response. How lovely, she thought. I’ll have your little cheeks as red as your face by the time I am finished. She looked over his body to observe his face as she began to manipulate his penis. His mouth was open wide, and his lips were trembling as she instigated a steady manipulation of his penis and a regular cadence of sharp strokes to his bottom.
 
Just to think little one, I shall have your little broomstick as hard as it can possibly be by the time I stand you up in front of the girls. Won’t that be embarrassing for you.

Timothy was beside himself with utter humiliation as the paddle began to descend rapidly upon the tender cheeks of his bottom. His sensitive skin was smarting from the paddle, but it was the gentle but insistent manipulation to his penis that was paramount amongst his overall distress. To be in such an ignominious position in front of the whole classroom, while his bottom was being soundly spanked, caused his body to give an involuntary shudder of complete and reluctant abandonment.
 
He felt his penis becoming erect, dreading the thought of what the pretty young teacher would think of him as she paddled his bottom. Such was Timothy’s naivety, that he had no thoughts as to how cleverly his body was being manipulated or that his teacher’s gentle hand was deliberately provoking his arousal.
 
On and on it went until Timothy was so distressed that he began to cry. Tears welled up in his eyes as he heard her gentle voice whisper to him.
 
“Oh, poor Timothy, I am so sorry that I have to punish your little bottom so thoroughly, but you have been a very naughty little boy, haven’t you. Just a few more spanks to your little bottom and then I’ll have a look at you. Now be a brave boy and push your bottom up, so that I can finish you up. How’s that?”
 
Timothy was far too distressed to answer. He could feel his buttocks burning as suddenly his penis began to throb with an urgent intensity. He groaned, fearing that he might ejaculate if the teacher’s insistent fingers moved even one more time.
 
Kate felt it immediately and moved her left hand down to cup his scrotum. With a frisson of delight than ran through her entire body, she squeezed the soft orbs of his testes and gave him one last hard smack across the cheeks of both buttocks.
 
Thrilling more than she had ever thought possible, she looked between the cheeks of his well spanked buttocks, wishing that she could thrust her fingers up into them until he was fully and thoroughly impaled upon them. Well my boy, she thought with glee, I still have that delightful task for a future occasion. She bent down and laid the paddle on the floor.
 
She was impatient to witness his embarrassing and overt naked debut to the girls in the classroom. Gently she stroked her right hand over his reddened buttocks, marvelling at the feel of his soft, bouncy flesh. She let go of his scrotum and placed the flattened palm of her hand upwards, underneath his tummy. She carefully began to help him from the bench. She was delighted to see his blushing tearstained face and trembling lips as she led him to the front of the class. Her voice was firm but gentle as she instructed him to adopt the position.
 
She made sure that he was fully facing the class as he raised his arms and stood with his legs apart. His penis, to her delight, was not only fully erect, but was waving in the air, throbbing incessantly as she examined him before addressing the class. The collective gasp from the entire classroom of girls delighted her as she knew that the boy’s embarrassment could have no greater depths.
 
“Turn around and bend over Frasier. I want the entire classroom to see the effects of your punishment. Come along, right over now and grasp your ankles. Timothy’s face was burning so brightly that he felt faint as he turned towards the young teacher, dropping his eyes in utter shame as he bent over fully and grasped his ankles. He had kept his legs astride to facilitate grasping his ankles not thinking of the far more intimate view he was now presenting to the class. Eventually he was again ordered to face the class again. He stood shamefully, his face redder than ever as he placed his legs astride and timidly raised his arms against the back of his head.
 
The young teacher’s next words almost caused him to shiver with absolute and unadulterated shame. His lips quivered and a new plethora of tears ran down his blushing cheeks.
 
“You will notice class, that this boy has an erect penis which I suspect is a sign of his immaturity. Little boys seem to have no control at all. So, you may all take up your pens and continue with your work while I deal with this young boy’s unruly and rude erectile appendage.”
 
Some of the girls thought that perhaps he was not such a little boy after all, as his penis throbbed and waved in the air. They also knew that his erection was entirely due to their young teacher. Every one of the girls, apart from the new intake, had felt her roaming fingers probing and stroking their pubescent bodies until they had reluctantly orgasmed in anguished and shameful arousal. The girls had taken up their pens as instructed but their eyes were firmly fixed upon the young boy and the young teachers hand upon his penis. They knew from bitter experience that his bottom would be being firmly probed, if not penetrated.
 
Kate was rather pleased with her rather spur of the moment idea. She had intended taking the boy into her office to deal with his erection, but the possibility of increasing his humiliation appealed to her. She nodded to one of the two officers who were each standing by the wall at either side of the classroom. A young blonde-haired officer stepped forward and took a handful of tissues from the box on Kate’s desk.
 
Kate, who was standing to the boy’s righthand side, stroked her left hand down the body of the young boy. Starting from his neck, she slid her palm smoothly down towards his buttocks. She spoke gently to him as she slipped her fingers between the crevice of his bottom. “Keep still and try and relax, this won’t take a minute, but we can’t have you showing off like this… can we little boy.”
 
The officer came to stand to his left, as Kate insinuated her hand firmly between the crevice of his bottom until the pads of three fingers were firmly placed against his sphincter. She knew that she would not have to penetrate him to produce the stimulation she required.
 
She placed her right hand on his tummy, her soft palm and gentle fingers making him gasp while she spoke to him softly as if he was a baby.
 
“Now be a good boy and do your best while I just deal with your arousal. I don’t suppose you can help yourself can you. Just be still and take a deep breath, there’s a good boy.” She looked behind towards the young warder.
 
“Officer, please apply a little stimulus to his nipples would you, and be ready with the tissues, I don’t want this young man making a mess on the floor.”
 
Timothy’s face was bright red as he stood between the young officer and his even younger teacher. He gasped and took a deep breath as simultaneously the officer slid her hand up to his chest while he felt his teacher slide her hand down to his pubis and stretch her fingers around his erect penis to cup his bulging scrotum.
 
Nonchalantly, Kate squeezed his testicles rapidly, drawing the boy’s attention to his shameful exposure as she whispered to him. “Now sweetheart let me take care of you.” She slid her hand upwards and deftly grasped the shaft of his penis. Without a thought to the boy’s shiver of trepidation, she encircled his penis just below the head and retracted his foreskin until it was fully withdrawn.
 
She tightened her grip and began a series of languid movements. First pushing the foreskin over the head of the throbbing organ - and then withdrawing it fully. She let her thumb trail over the head and sensitive rim of the glans as she looked at his face to gauge the result. The boy’s mouth was wide open, and his lips were trembling.
 
She increased the pace of her fingers as she pressed the pads of her left hand against the puckered star of his sphincter. She could feel him tremble against her body as she intensified her skilful manipulation. Callously, her left hand began to produce a series of soft but extremely firm jabs against his sphincter as, at the same time, her right hand became a flurry of movement over every inch of his penis. She could feel and hear him gasp for air as she goaded his naïve sexual arousal into a torrent of extreme stimulation.
 
Timothy could not help the gasps that escaped from his lips as the young officer pinched and squeezed each nipple in rapid succession. Her nails scored over the erected nubbins of flesh, eliciting moans from her victim. She saw his stomach fluttering with emotion as she raised the tissues towards his groin her right hand never for one moment leaving his nipples without some form of sensual sensation. Kate glanced at the tissues as she felt an urgent throb from his penis and became aware of his buttocks suddenly squeezing her hand. Instantly, she goaded and probed the boy without mercy, her fingers a flurry of determined activity.
 
“Come along Timothy be a brave boy and show all the girls what you can do. Officer, a nice firm squeezes to his scrotum please. I want to make sure that we procure a thorough emission.”
 
Kate knew that the boy was in complete abandonment of any control over his body. He was being aroused to such a fever pitch that he trembled and shook from head to foot as the first forceful jet of semen splattered against the fan of tissues that the young officer was holding ready. His buttocks juddered against Kate’s hand as the boy arched his back, oblivious to everything but the incredible sensations that were being wrought from his body.
 
Timothy could not believe the intensity of each ejaculation as the stimulus to his body seemed unrelenting. Each spurt more agonisingly intense that the last. It was to Kate’s delight, an interminable and extreme sexual torture to the most vulnerable and naïve body of a young boy. Even as the last vestiges of semen fell to the sodden tissues, Kate prodded his sphincter and scraped her fingernails over the rim of his penis, making the boy cry out in a surfeit of utterly cruel arousal.
 
The classroom was deathly silent as the girls watched with callous intrigue… a young boy being sexually tortured beyond any imaginable endurance. The young officer gradually released her firm grip upon his scrotum and left his side to fetch a large handful of wetted wipes from Kates desk. She kneeled down in front of him and cleaned the opening of his urethra, coarsely wiping the very tip with callous and dispassionate abandon.
 
Kate was delighted with the unspoiled flawlessness of the young boy. She realised that it was the perfection of his body and the beauty of his face combined with a pure innocence that had thrilled her so completely. A vibrant and all-embracing sensation that had enveloped her as she had insouciantly milked the boy so callously and comprehensively.
 
Kate knew that the continuous ecstasy that had completely excited every nerve in her own body would have to be repeated. It had taken her completely by surprise as the orgasmic pulses and shooting ecstasies had coursed through the entirety of her mind and body in rapid and satisfying volcanic tremors.
 
She took a deep breath and steadied herself as she watched the young officer deftly wiping the tip of the young boy’s penis.
She steeled herself before she spoke, drawing in her breath slowly and calmly. She tapped the boy on his well spanked bottom.
 
“Off you go Frasier, back to your seat. Here! She handed him a clean tissue. Take this with you in case you leak from the tip of your penis. I am afraid you will have to stay a bare little boy until we have finished class.”
 
Timothy dumbly stumbled back down the aisle, wiping the tears from his eyes sufficiently for him to see his way. He was unaware of the predatory looks of some of the girls or the interested attention to his swinging genitalia. He sat in his seat utterly ensconced in what he felt would be his everlasting shame.
 
Carey dare not speak as the boy sat down heavily next to her. He looked anguished and exhausted. She laid her hand gently on his knee and looked at him. She pulled at his knee and leaned her head towards him and whispered so that the girls behind would not hear her. “Thank you so much for what you did… and what you went through. You are my hero… erm Timothy. My name is Carey.” She sat upright again and looked straight ahead. She had seen that the two officers in the classroom kept a very careful watch on the girls, but she had waited until their attention was elsewhere before she had whispered.
 
Timothy said nothing but slipped his hand down beneath the desk and quickly patted the small delicate hand that was holding his knee. He saw that the teacher had stood up from her desk and had several sheets of paper in her hand. She walked down the aisle and handed one to the other new girl and then walked towards Timothy’s desk. She placed one in front of Carey and then one in front of him. She did not speak but patted him gently on top of his head before returning to her desk.
 
Timothy looked at the paper in front of him and then across the desk to the one that Carey had been given. They were both headed ‘History’ but he quickly realised that they were different questions. He looked down at his own and began to read. He could not see the two girls behind him, but it was obvious that the teacher had been observing them. Her voice rang out clearly. “Polly Browne, please bring your work to me… now!” He heard the shuffling of her getting up when the teacher spoke again. “You too Lazenby… come up to my desk right now.”
 
Timothy could not see what had prompted their summoning but took the opportunity to risk a quick whisper to Carey. “I know it was not your fault and that you are not to blame. Erm… it’s nice to meet you Carey.” She smiled at him quickly before she looked forward again. He realised just how pretty she was. Her teeth showed white and even as the smile lit up her face for a split second. She smoothed her hand over his thigh causing Timothy to blush as he realised how naked he was sitting next to her.
 
What happened next caused him to gasp in surprise and embarrassment. She took the tissue he was holding and before he could stop her, she reached for his penis and held it daintily between her finger and thumb before wiping the tissue over the tip. She had not even turned her head as she kept the tissue in her hands and folded it over, what Timothy saw was a teardrop of semen. His face was burning with embarrassment as he looked down at his history questions, his cheeks blushing furiously.
 
Polly Browne and Patricia Lazenby stood in front of the teachers desk, waiting as Miss Sampson looked through their work. As Kate had surmised from her discrete observations, neither of them had completed more than one full paragraph of their History Assignment. She knew that something had been going on from their hurried whispers and little giggling fits while at their shared desk. She suspected that they were responsible for the boy’s state of undress but had no evidence for that presumption It did not matter she would punish them anyway.
 
“Who is going to be punished first?’ She looked at their faces, they did not seem surprised or unduly concerned. She had punished both girls many times for lack of effort and she presumed that they knew what was coming. They merely accepted it as part of the regime at the centre.
 
Both were beautiful girls who had become spoiled and brattish. She knew that their families were rich and privileged as were the families of all the girls here. The centre was well known amongst political and business circles and had become the chosen remedy for recalcitrant and wayward daughters. It worked in ninety-nine out of a hundred cases, and Kate understood that Polly Browne was the only girl to have attended twice. Her duration was a decree of six months at the specific request of her father, who was a business magnate in New York State.
 
There had been no court proceedings. Her father had merely made arrangements with the governor and brought the young girl himself. Kate knew that with Polly Browne, she had carte blanche when it came to the severity of her punishment.
 
“Strip both of you. Browne, get yourself on the bench. Lazenby adopt the position in front of the class.” The girls stripped in front of her. Their bodies were already showing the promise of the beauties that they would become. She waited while the girls laid their robes, panties and shoes upon the surface of desk.
 
Polly immediately went to the bench and straddled it before getting to her hands and knees and then down on to her elbows. Patricia adopted a wide stance and placed her hands behind her head. Her young breasts pushed forward as she faced the classroom full of her contemporaries.
 
The girls had delightful young bodies and Kate knew that she would enjoy arousing them both at the same time as she punished them. Looking at the athletic build of the girl that was kneeling and noting how easily her lithe body straddled the bench, Kate made an impulsive decision.
 
She picked up her paddle and placed it in her drawer before pulling out a thick leather two-tailed tawse. Kate deliberately walked behind the bench not wishing the girl to see the implement she would use. She leaned over the girl and immediately slipped her left hand beneath the girl. Her fingers searched for and found the girl’s intriguingly prominent and plump pubic mound.
 
Without any preliminaries she brought the thick leather down over both buttocks of the girl’s upturned bottom. The anguished gasp that she heard, gratified her as she slipped two fingers inside her, hearing a further gasp as her fingers quickly went to work. The second stroke was laid across the crease of buttocks and thighs. The leather licked around her flesh leaving the distinct marks of the two tails. The girl immediately cried out as Kate assuaged some of her pain with her fingers busily arousing her. She scored her thumb over the prominently proud mound of flesh, delighting in the girls shiver of excitement and pain.
 
 
Kate waited while the effects of the second stroke burned into her buttocks. The girl’s gasps and moans told her that this implement was certainly getting to her. She could see that her friend Patricia had realised that Kate had employed a new implement for Polly’s punishment and was anxiously trying to turn her head to see what it was. The third stroke was applied straight over the centre of her buttocks and the girl cried out instantly, her buttocks rapidly moving from side to side as she tried to deal with the infernal sting of the thick leather.
 
Kate delved even deeper into the girl’s vagina, her thumb brushing roughly over her clitoris which was now overtly erect and obviously seeking her attentions. Callously Kate scored her thumbnail over the erectile tissue, each movement of her thumb and fingers eliciting a sharp intake of breath and gasps of arousal from the prostrate young girl.
 
The fourth stroke was a downward chop over the top of her quivering bottom cheeks. The firm young flesh flared up with two bright red wheals as soon as the tawse allowed the flattened flesh to reinstate itself. Kate laid the tawse over her shoulder as she brought her right hand up in-between the girls bottom cheeks. With deft and rapid movements, she diligently attacked the girls sexual sensibilities. Kate’s practiced and experienced approach applied both hands to the girl’s moist orifice.
 
She ignored the girl’s cries and reluctant gasps as she brought the girl to the edge of an orgasm so vast, that it both surprised and overwhelmed her by its intensity. Now pinching and cajoling the girls clitoris with her left hand, Kate felt for the handle of the tawse. Immediately she brought the tawse down twice. Two rapid strokes that cruelly imprinted four stark stripes across the lower part of her buttocks.
 
Kate dropped the tawse upon the floor and leaned right over the girl. Her right hand delved between the girl’s quivering thighs as her fingers became a flurry of deft and dexterous probes and prods to every nerve ending of Polly’s quivering moist vagina.
 
Kate did not let up until the girl was howling with an anguished and unprecedented orgasm. Her body heaved and shuddered with utter abandonment. Polly had not known a sensation like it in her young life. She could even feel the walls of her vagina gripping against the young teacher’s fingers as they slid and slurped deep within her.
 
Kate seemed quite dispassionate as she spurred the girl on over the peak of her first orgasm straight on to a second more intense and agonising quaking of the flesh without any respite. The girl’s cries filled the classroom until reluctantly her body slumped to the bench below. Her hips grinding against the trapped fingers of her young teacher. She gasped and fought for air as her second orgasm left her weak and frail.
 
Her mind was a myriad tapestry of surprise and amazement at the capabilities of her own body. As her trembling frame stilled, she felt the teacher lift her from the bench and sit her up. Kate was surprised and delighted as she saw the shock and wonderment on the young girl’s face. There was also a look of deep respect that surprised and delighted Kate.
 
Kate Sampson let the girl sit on the bench while she went back to her desk. She put away the tawse and took out her paddle. She knew that whatever mischief the girls had been up to instead of doing their work, that it would have been Polly as the ringleader.
 
Patricia, she knew, was quite easily led by her friend and was not of the type to make trouble on her own. She thought of having a word with Officer Francis Harrison about the small progress that she seemed to have made with Polly. However, she was quite resigned to the fact that the girl would soon be in trouble again. She looked at her as she sat on the bench. “Right Polly, you will remain as you are, naked that is, until the end of the lesson and then I will give you your clothes back. You may return to your desk and take your work back with you, I want to see some progress.”
 
She turned to the girl in front of her. “Go and get in position Lazenby. I will attend to you shortly.”
 
 
It was an hour and half later that the class spilled out of the room to walk the wide corridor towards the common room. They had been given a free period of one hour to do as they pleased in either the playing fields or the common room.
 
Timothy followed the crowd of girls, not really knowing where he was going. Suddenly without any idea of what was happening, he felt his arms being held firmly at either side of his body and realised that he was being steered towards a doorway off the side of the corridor. Before he had time to protest he was through the door and being marched down a set of stone steps. He found himself in what looked like a boiler room.
 
The two tall athletic girls standing at either side of him held him easily as several other girls spilled into the room. Timothy was about to protest when one of the girls spoke sharply to him. “Keep your mouth shut boy or you we’ll gag you.”
 
The grip upon his wrists was increased when he saw that one of the girls was the girl that had been seated behind him in class. He remembered her name as Polly Browne when the teacher had called her to the front of the classroom.
 
She was delving into some cardboard boxes that were being stored in the cellar. Timothy struggled in vain as he felt his robe being untied – and he shuddered as one by one, his arms were dragged through his sleeves. He could not release himself from the tight grip upon his wrists and arms, and it was only a few seconds before he had been rendered totally naked. He was blushing with humiliation as the girls looked down at his body.
 
Polly Browne emerged from her foray amongst the boxes carrying several lengths of blanket that had been cut into strips. It seemed to be no time at all to Timothy before his wrists were wrapped and tied with the strips of cloth.
 
To his dismay his arms were hauled upwards and outwards towards an overhead pipe. Soon the strips of cloth were wrapped around it and he was stretched upright by his arms. His ankles were similarly fettered and stretched wide until he was immobilised. The strips of blanket holding his legs were being pulled tight by the same girls that had fastened his wrists.
 
He felt utterly helpless and ashamed as his body was openly displayed to all of the girls.
 
Timothy perhaps could have fought them off, but he had never even considered fighting with a girl. His naivety and natural innocence would not have let him even consider such a thing. He had not recognised any of the girls at first, but now realised that the instigators seemed to be Poly Browne and Patricia Lazenby; the two girls that had been punished in class. Surely, he thought, they cannot be blaming me for their punishment. He had no idea what they wanted or why he had been so roughly handled.
 
The girls now seemed to be ignoring him and he realised that some of the girls had left the cellar and retreated back up the stairs. He watched Polly as she searched around the room. She disappeared behind the large boiler and eventually re-emerged with a much thicker length of old towelling. Its twisted and roughened surface was held in place by dried paint She took it to a sink in the corner of the cellar and began to soak it in water.
 
She left it there and came to stand in front of Timothy. “Well pretty boy, you’ve got yourself a girlfriend then. Playing the hero were you? Out to impress the girls with that innocent act of yours, is that what you were doing, pretty boy?” She looked down at his groin and grinned maliciously.
 
“How would you like your tiny little girlfriend to suck your peenie… eh? How would you like her to suck this?” She held the upward palm of her hand out and bounced his penis upon her fingertips.
 
“Would you like that, pretty boy? For her to suck and suck until she made you empty those squidgy balls into her mouth? What about if I slipped my finger up into your bottom while she was doing it, you know, just like that pretty officer did to you this morning. I heard you yelp like a little puppy-dog when she slipped those long fingers of hers right up inside your bottom and prodded that little lump of yours. Did it feel nice, her doing that while she was milking your little peenie?”
 
She grasped his pale scrotum and weighed his testicles in the palm of her hand. Her slender fingers stroked over the smoothly shaven skin of his scrotum while she jiggled them, watching his face intently as he grimaced in case she hurt them. “I bet you have a lot of boy-juice inside your little purse, don’t you… your balls are really heavy for a little boy.”
 
She suddenly smiled at him. “My, little Timmy you’re all tied up aren’t you. I think I will just give you a little kiss before I feel you up.” She bent her head and kissed him gently on the lips. Then she pressed her lips more firmly against his and kissed him deeply, barely sliding her tongue between his lips.
 
She knew that this had aroused him as she drew her head away and heard his breath slowly expel in a rapturous gasp. She stepped back and began to stroke his torso, her fingertips languid and soft as she touched his body. She stroked her fingertips over his blushing cheeks and neck before settling her hands over his nipples.
 
“Shall we just give your nip nips a little nip, mmm. Just to liven them up a little bit?” Her fingers titillated the hard nubs of flesh before she squeezed them gently. “Now let’s see what else we can find.” Her hands, with fingertips trailing, slowly and inexorably descended towards his penis and testicles, her thumb swishing against the crease towards his groin before wrapping her hand around his already tumescent penis.
 
She pushed his foreskin back from the glans and let the fingers of her other hand score against the rim. She felt his urgent throb of arousal as she toyed with his engorging flesh, feeling it thump as it hardened to become firm and rigid. She continued until she felt it pulse urgently.
 
“Good boy, your penis is very obedient when my fingers come calling, isn’t it little one?”
 
“Now I haven’t felt your little tushy yet, have I. Shall we see how your poor spanked bottom is doing, mmm, shall we?” She moved behind him, hearing him gasp in surprise as she slipped her flattened fingers between his cheeks until the tips pressed against his sphincter. She could feel it recoil in a shudder as she prodded it gently. She stoked her other hand against the back of his neck, her feather touch played havoc with his senses.
 
“There everything seems to be fine.” She moved in front again and looked down at him. “Don’t you feel embarrassed showing yourself off in such a cavalier manner. Anyone would think that you are proud of your penis waving it about like that.”
 
She was delighted to see him blush as suddenly there was a noise and scuffling on the stairs behind him. He turned his head and was surprised to see Carey in the grip of the two girls that had held him so firmly as he had been forcibly stripped. They brought her to stand in front of Timothy. One of them was carrying a large jar of cream which she gave to Polly who took the top off and placed it behind him.
 
“Well, well Timothy it’s your little girlfriend. She has come to suck your little penis for you. Look Carey… your little hero has his little peenie all hard and throbbing for you. What a lovely lollipop for you to wrap your pretty lips around!” Carey’s face looked furious as she struggled between the two athletic young girls. They handled her slender body easily, almost casually as they held her tight.
 
Polly looked at her and then she addressed the two girls. “Strip her then get her on her knees in front of little lover boy here. I’ll go and wring out my persuader. We don’t want to keep your hero waiting do we little Carey.”
 
Polly picked up an old small rug that was laid behind Timothy’s feet. She threw it on the ground in front of him. “She can kneel on that to save her pretty knees.” Polly sauntered over to the sink and wrung the water out of the long heavy cloth she had left to soak. Timothy was wide eyed as Carey was summarily stripped, her small breasts were thrust forward as they pushed her straightened arms by the wrists and the back of her elbows. Her plump pubis glistened as the light caught the completely smooth puffy flesh. The long heavy cloth was still dripping as Polly raised it and swung it straight at Careys bottom. The crack of the heavy stiffened cloth against bared flesh echoed around the room. Carey gasped and cried out from the cruel sting of the wetted fabric.
 
“Ah..ah.. oooh.”
 
“It really stings doesn’t it. That is just to introduce you to your implement of encouragement, Carey. I’ll just give you two more so that you begin to understand how it works.”
She whipped the cloth over her buttocks again. There was an instantaneous imprint of a jagged red line to join the other one delineating her pretty bottom cheeks. She raised it again. Carey was shivering in pain as the cloth whipped against her delicate skin.
 
“Oooohhh ah ah ah oh”
 
The girls are going to let go of your arms, and you are going to take hold of his hips and suck him until he shoots his little boy juice into your pretty mouth. Stop, even for a second, and I will flay your skin until it is red raw.
 
Carey’s bottom was on fire as she looked up into Timothy’s eyes. Her own eyes were filled with tears as she looked apologetically at him. He really felt for the girl and was hugely embarrassed that his penis was still hard.
 
Would she know that he had been forced to an erection against his will? Or think that he had merely been lusting after the young girls in the cellar boiler room.
 
He watched her drop her eyes. Her long eyelashes brushed against her blushing cheeks as she raised her bare bottom and leaned forward. As the girls released her arms she placed her cool hands gently on his hips and opened her pretty lips. She kissed the tip of his penis reverently. Without hesitation she opened her mouth and engulfed his penis between her trembling lips. She began sucking him.
 
Almost immediately one hand left his hip and he felt her fingers curl around the fullness of his scrotum. She began to move her body backwards and forwards as she began to fellate him with sensuous unhurried strokes of her tongue and lips. Almost immediately, he felt her teeth scrape against the rim of the glans of his penis, making his body shiver with the an incredibly acute sensation. The fingers of her right hand began to jiggle his scrotum seemingly pulling the sac upwards as she stimulated him.
 
Timothy was already breathing heavily as Carey started a relentless cadence of sucking, biting and scraping against the most sensitive areas of his penis. Backwards and forwards her body moved sensuously like a snake, twisting and pushing her mouth forward, engulfing him further and further into her throat.
 
The sensation was almost too much to bear for Timothy as she relentlessl pursued the final inch of the shaft of his penis. He gasped and cried out as her teeth cruelly scored over the coronal rim of his penis and her tongue flicked up and down into the opening of his urethra. Time and time she did it until his body was shivering and shaking in utter abandonment. Polly waited, she knew what she wanted, and she had her persuader ready for her moment.
 
Timothy gasped and cried out as his penis pulsed uncontrollably, wildly jettisoning his pent-up semen into the waiting mouth of the naked young girl. His ejaculation seemed endless as Carey diligently swallowed at the same time stimulating his penis and exhorting the most agonising emotions from the young boy. At last Timothy was spent, well and truly exhausted from such a sensual and almost agonising experience.
 
Carey slowed her lips sucking gently as she savoured the feel of the boy’s penis within her mouth. With her bottom raised as it was, the heavy cloth really cracked against the beautiful presentation of her buttocks. Her body shivered and bucked as she was whipped again and again. “Don’t stop, carry on I want you to make him cum again. Do it now.” She raised the cloth over her shoulder and brought it down with a cruel ferocity across the underlay of the girl’s buttocks. Timothy was beside himself as Carey looked at him pleadingly. He nodded his assent with really no idea of the agony he was to endure.
 
“Use your teeth girl.” Polly brought the material down hard against her buttocks, as in utter torment the girl began to stimulate Timothy’s already overstimulated penis. He cried out in agony as the naked young girl used every technique she could think of to arouse the young boy. Cruelly she scored her teeth over the glans sucking him in and biting the shaft as she engulfed him. The boy was totally held captive, not only by his bindings, but by the mouth that engulfed him.
 
“Pleeease… no more it’s too sensitive” His cries were to no avail as Carey realised that the sooner she had overridden this terrible sensitive period, she could again make him ejaculate.
 
Suddenly Timothy became aware of her fingers thrusting against his sphincter and his testicles being squeezed mercilessly as unconsciously she used every trick to stimulate the innocent young boy.
 
Carey ignored the boy’s protestations completely as she plied her skills to a culminating complete ejaculation. She knew it was cruel, but she also knew that Polly would have made the boy suffer far more had she taken over. Carey instinctively knew that Polly would do so without any hesitation.
 
Carey scored her teeth over the rim of his penis time after time, ignoring his plaintiff cries of distress. She pressed her fingers hard against his sphincter, jabbing with all her might as she alternately squeezed his testicles, often holding them squeezed tightly for several seconds at a time. At last she felt his penis become firm and hard within her mouth. She began to jab her finger hard up against the opening of his bottom while rapidly jiggling his testicles in a hurried series of forward movements.
 
She scored her teeth over the now fully erected flesh and teased the tip of his urethra making him quake and shudder. His anguished wriggling guided her determined judgement of which cruel and intense, prod, probe or bite was eliciting the most torturous response. It was a callous regime of goading his most sensitive nerve endings into the most overt reaction she could elicit from his young body.
 
She felt his frame begin to shiver and shudder uncontrollably. Carey suddenly knew she had won. Immediately she intensified her onslaught to his innocent sensibilities, biting scraping probing and sucking with utter abandonment to the detriment of the young boy’s already utter distress.
 
His final convulsion was heralded with an agonising groan as his body came to a climatic rictus. He ejaculated in a rapid and anguished series of pulsations. Each one seemingly ripped from his ravaged young body. Carey did not let up with her ministrations as she swallowed jet after jet of the thick rich semen that only a very young boy can produce.
 
She felt his young body sag to a faint in his bindings as she slowly and languidly cleaned his penis with her tongue. He shivered every time she touched his over-stimulated member. It must be terrible for a boy she thought, becoming so sensitive that he cannot bear to be touched after he ejaculates. She carefully withdrew her hand from the crevice of his bottom and began to stroke over his torso in comforting caresses. Eventually she sat back on her heels and looked at him.
 
Timothy looked back at Carey, her naked and beautifully proportioned body was glistening as she sat looking at him. Her face showed concern for him and yet he knew that she had suffered equally as she had been whipped by the twisted rope of cloth. He was utterly embarrassed to be naked in front of all the girls, but mostly it was the casual way that they had aroused his penis. It was if it was he that was deliberately and blatantly exposing his erection like some perverted exhibitionist. He could see that they were all looking at him intently. Standing around to see what would happen next.
 
Polly looked at both of them as she handed the rough, cloth whip over to Patricia.
 
“Whip her bottom as hard as you can if she balks.” She looked down at Carey. “Well titchy little girl. You did a good job.”
 
She took hold of Timothy’s penis which was hanging thick and heavy from between his legs.
 
“Not quite empty yet are you? I think you are just about ready to go again after your little rest.”
 
Timothy shivered. He could feel a lump of dread deep in his stomach as she spoke those words. He felt drained and limp and yet he was to suffer a repeat of what he had just gone through. His humiliation knew no bounds. He could see that all of the girls were watching him avidly. He blushed mightily as Polly reached towards him.
 
Her fingers roamed over his penis and testicles making him gasp and shiver as she casually retracted his foreskin. She flattened the palm of her other hand and began to rotate it over the tip of his urethra. He cried out in abject distress his emotions completely overwhelmed.
 
“Argggh… hoo, please no more, I can’t stand it anymore.”
 
Polly was delighted as the naïve young boy was forced to twist his body this way and that, trying desperately to escape the deliberately malicious goading of his ultra-sensitive penis.
 
“Well, that’s too bad little Timmy because it is going to happen whether you can stand it or not.”
 
He gasped and groaned at the unbearable intensity and cruel sensations she was deliberately extracting from his trembling body. To his horror, his penis was pulsing and throbbing, and he felt it erecting even though his flesh and nerve endings seemed to be far too delicate to even be touched.
 
Polly squeezed the shaft and pulled his foreskin back even more tightly as, again, she scored her fingernail across the most sensitive urethral opening. Polly looked at his body as he shivered and shuddered in distress. “Poor baby Timothy, feeling a little sensitive are we!” Again, she scored the nail of her forefinger over the tip of his penis, feeling a shiver of pleasure run through her body as he squirmed like an eel in his bindings.
 
She stepped around his body, not letting go of his penis as she dipped her body and slid her left hand into the jar of thick cream. She stood quickly, thrusting her lubricated hand between his buttocks. “Just relax my shivery little boy. I am going to slip some of my fingers up into your pretty little bottom. Here we go… take a big breath now.” She nodded to Patricia who was ready with the improvised whip. “Craaack!” The stiffened fabric scored across Carey’s buttocks in a searing explosion of fiery turmoil.
 
Polly’s voice was sharp and severe. “Get to work girl, use your teeth while I stretch his foreskin right back.” Reluctantly Carey sat up and drew back her lips back so that Polly would see that her teeth were at work.
 
More than anything she dreaded another stroke of excruciating pain from the cloth rope that Patricia was using. Her buttocks were on fire as she scored her teeth over the rim of Timothy’s glans. She heard him cry out in anguish and wondered if it was just through her teeth scoring over his penis or whether Polly had penetrated his bottom. The latter was true, as Polly had pushed two liberally coated fingers rudely up through his sphincter. Her skilful fingertips roamed around inside his quivering bottom until they settled upon the little quivering lump that was his prostate gland.
 
Polly was very well skilled at stimulating a boy’s prostate. Nightly she would make her young brother kneel on his bed as she goaded his prostate until he was a nervous wreck.
 
Timothy cried out in utter distress at the intense combination of Polly’s skilful goading of his prostate gland and the unbearable sensation of the slender girl’s teeth upon the rim of his glans-penis.
 
His body was shivering as he twisted within the confines of his bonds. He felt the girls who were holding the ropes around his ankles, pull at his knees to keep him openly accessible to the tremendous torture that was being performed upon his body. Before one day ago, Timothy would never have dreamed that he would be subjected to such extreme torture or that his body could become so aroused.
 
Try as he might to twist his away from the intense aggravated arousal of his naïve and totally innocent young body. He could not stop them finding his most vulnerable and anguished erogenous areas. He fought his feelings, unable to comprehend how they could know just where to probe and stroke and cajole. He was at his wits end and yet still the onslaught to his senses continued. His groin ached from his prolonged erections. He had felt nothing like it in his young life, although the officers who had washed him had brought him close to it.
 
The fingers within his bottom seemed to have sought out the very core of his sensitive young body. Knowingly they seemed to set his feelings aflame as at the same time his penis was painfully scored and torturously excited.
 
On and on it went, becoming higher in intensity as the fingers inside his bottom seemed to become as one with tip of his penis. He felt his body begin to shiver uncontrollably while he tried to twist his body away from the teeth scoring the head of his penis. The girls at either side of him increased their grip on his knees and ankles. He cried out his voice hoarse and plaintiff. “Oh please… oh please miss, I can’t stand it anymore.”
 
He began to shudder and shake. His teeth rattled inside his head as suddenly he felt firm and rapid prods inside his bottom. Somehow one of the young girls had grasped his nipples and was squeezing them painfully to add to his torment.
 
Unexpectedly and helplessly he felt it. A steady and inexorable feeling which seemed to grow and expand, penetrating every part of him. The fingers in his bottom were withdrawn and then pushed forward again, their girth painfully increased as they slid upwards inside him to prod mightily. He seemed to lose his senses as the feeling inside him intensified and seemed to centralise deep inside his bottom.
 
He ejaculated so forcefully, that it seemed as if a solid river of fluid was being propelled from inside him and upwards through his penis. His head was shaking from side to side as the incredible and tumultuous tide was shot from his body. Again, and again the feeling was repeated, he thought it would never stop - as it continued seemingly without end. The fingers inside him seemed to spur it on as, simultaneously, it was sucked from the tip of his penis. He could feel his scrotum being squeezed tightly. Every area of his body was being stimulated as his semen jetted into the waiting mouth of the slender young girl.
 
Carey was amazed that, even after his semen had stopped jettisoning into her mouth, his penis still pulsed and throbbed, convulsing as if he was still ejaculating. She squeezed his testicles once more, hearing him gasp as she let them hang down between his legs. She knew that he was wracked with a surfeit of sexual exhaustion. She pulled her head back from his penis and licked her lips in a triumphant gesture.
 
Poor baby she thought, how could he have withstood such an intense and tortured experience.
 
Polly was delighted with the look of the boy. Her sexual thrill at his subjugation and wracking ejaculations had excited her far more than she could describe. She slid her three fingers from his bottom and moved around to look at his face. He blushed profusely as she spoke to him. “Well little Timmy did you enjoy having your little peenie played with. Did it make you feel nice inside. Never mind, you will get used to it. There will be lots of times to come when I will spear your little bottom with my fingers while someone sucks your little peenie for you until your squidgy balls are as dry as a bone. Won’t that be nice.”
 
Polly began running her hands over the boy, feeling him up as she called to the tall girl standing at the back of Polly’s cohorts. “Haven’t you got something you should be doing?” The girl came forward quickly and pushed Carey roughly in the middle of her back, propelling her forward to fall upon her hands. Immediately she slid her right hand between the girl’s bottom cheeks and speared her vagina with her thumb while cupping her pubis with her fingers.
 
“My aren’t you nice and tight little girl. Moist too! Getting excited were you? Well I am just going to finish you up, sweetheart. Come on girls give me a hand here.”
 
Two of the girls immediately took her legs, while a third grasped her under her chest, cupping her small breasts as she was hoisted, face down, into the air. Angela brought her other hand up underneath her and began to manipulate her prominent clitoris. Her thumb swirled around deep inside her as she seemed to pluck at her clitoris, freeing it totally from the prepuce. Deliberately and cruelly she squeezed the erectile and defenceless tissue between her forefinger and thumb.
 
Carey cried out helplessly. She was both dumbfounded with the speed of her assault - and surprised at the fact that she was almost as instantly aroused.
 
Angela had no interest in boys but knew how to seduce a girl; whether the girl liked the idea or not. She plied her skilful fingers to her task. Gently and then firmly… soft caresses and then hard jabs. She knew that Carey had no chance of evading her eventual orgasm. The girl was obviously still excited from fellating the young boy. She pressed her palm against the girls pubis, lifting her up easily.
 
The girls helped lift her even higher until Angela was able to bend her head and lick the entire length of flesh deep between the tiny girl’s buttocks. Her fingers lost none of their skilful assault upon the slender young girl, as she speared her tongue time and time again, probing the quivering and recoiling pink star of her neat little sphincter.
 
Her fingers teased and picked against the nub of her clitoris feeling its vibrancy as the girl became fully aroused. “Come on girls turn her over quickly now.” They seemed to toss the girl as Angela got her thighs onto her shoulders and pushed her face between the enticing juncture. Bringing her mouth eagerly towards the plump lips of her quivering flesh.
 
Her tongue immediately went to work over the labial lips and prominent clitoris, while her moistened thumb penetrated her sphincter, quivering almost like a vibrator as she ravaged the girls genitalia in such a practised manner that Carey was beside herself with an acute and wracking abandon. Carey’s senses were past any semblance of control and she had to let herself go.
 
She succumbed to the skilled and refined control of Angela’s mouth and fingers. Her body began to quiver and then to shudder as if in sudden fright as her orgasm overtook her. Her breathing was heavy and laboured as if she had run a long race. She could not help responding to every kiss and caress as her vagina was seemingly swathed and enveloped in a blanket of utter, heightened pleasure.
 
Angela knew that the girl had reached her peak as she gentled her touch, lathing her tongue rather than piercing and probing. She was pleased to see that one of the girls had turned her head and was kissing her deeply. She smoothed her hand over the prominent mound of her pubis and cupped her buttocks as Carey regained her breath and her senses. As they stood her up Angela winked at her and cheekily pinched her nipples. “Anytime Honeybuns.
 
The girls all left the cellar quickly, but not before Polly had kneeled down on the rug in front of Timothy and had grasped his scrotum before taking hold of his penis and sucking the still tumescent flesh into her mouth. She sucked it for a good thirty seconds, lathing it with her tongue. She let him go and stood close. “There all nice and clean for when you collect your little knickers.” She turned and left with the others.
 
Carey looked at the boy, still hanging from his bindings. She had to stand close to him to reach upwards to his wrists. One by one she managed to get the wraps undone on one of his wrists. Her body was rubbing against his as she worked. Eventually she realised that her nipples had hardened and also that she could feel his penis throb as it pressed against her tummy. She looked at him in surprise as she managed to get his other wrist loose. His hands hung down at his sides as he looked at her,
 
“Oh, thank you miss. I am so sorry they involved you.” He blushed as she moved away and looked down at his penis which seemed to be engorging. Impulsively she moved towards him and pressing her body firmly against his, she kissed him deeply. “Don’t worry Timothy, she was jealous of you being the hero for me. I suspect that she has never had anyone treat her properly… a boy I mean. So, she has become brattish and because she has lots of money she can get people to do as she wants. We had better be going if we don’t want any more trouble.”
 
They dressed quickly, Timothy still without his paper panties as they climbed the steps. Fortunately, they exited the doorway to the cellar without being seen. They joined the other girls in the common room and sat at a table on their own. Carey glanced up at the clock and realised that they had only been missing for just over half an hour. My god she thought, the boy has ejaculated three times in half an hour. Full firm and rigid each time. My god.
 
She thought about the beauty of his body and the innocence of his face. What I would love to do to him. She realised that she had enjoyed watching his face, distressed and begging for mercy and knew that she would love to have him in that position again. At the mercy of her ministrations, helpless and obedient.
 
Once, at home, on a whim of her mother, she had been allowed to spank her younger brother. He had knocked over and broken her laptop. She remembered the time very well, she had been in tears, totally distraught, at the thought of losing all her schoolwork. Work that had taken her the whole summer vacation to complete. In complete seriousness, her mother had told Richard to go and apologise to her and then go to his room and prepare for a spanking. Suddenly, out of the blue and to her utter surprise, she had instructed Carey to go and spank his bottom over her knees and not to let him up until he was crying real tears.
 
Quite dumbstruck by her mother’s decision she had done as instructed. She had found the boy standing by his bed, naked and ashamed. He had blushed profusely as he saw his sister enter the room instead of his mother. Hesitantly at first, and then more forcibly, she had walloped him properly, just like her mother used to do. The surprising element to his chastisement had been when she had felt his penis become erect between her bare legs.
 
She had spanked him hard and she had made sure that he was shedding real tears. Eventually, she had stood him up in front of her and scolded him, watching his penis waving in the air. She had taken hold of it and asked him what he thought he was doing, standing in front of her with his penis erect. He had blushed to a deep shade of red and run off into the bathroom.
 
After her experiences today, her mind roamed towards the endless possibilities of repeating what she had been reluctantly been made to do to the boy. In fact, on reflection, she would have liked to have been the instigator. Carey realised that after that time of spanking her younger brother, her favourite fantasy was nearly always having a young boy over her knees while she spanked his bared bottom.
 
Timothy was still blushing as he sat across from Carey. She had aroused him and made him ejaculate. Knowing what to do and where to touch to him to make him spurt his semen. She seemed so innocent and yet even as he had pleaded with her, she had ignored him and instead made him spurt his fluid from his body. He blushed as she raised her eyes and looked into his face. Her delicate features and beautiful eyes looking at him without any embarrassment.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
*
Francis sat in front of the governor. Since her promotion it seemed that the governor was relying upon her, rather than the other officers, to keep her informed of the daily happenings on the floors.
 
The governor liked Francis and had always kept a close eye on her progress, which had always been exemplary. She asked her whether there were any problems that needed to be addressed.
 
Francis answered her with a look of concern upon her face. “Well, I heard that Timothy Frasier was hustled away by some of the girls today. I have not been able to find out what happened or where they took him, and I doubt that any information will be forthcoming. So, as he seemed alright the last time I saw him, which was just after lunch, I am letting it go.”
 
The governor looked at her. “You realise that it will happen again unless we do something about it. Mrs Shusterbergman is coming this afternoon. I know that she will want to see the new intake so she will see Frasier. If she suggests taking any of them, perhaps she would include Frasier for a period of time… he would perhaps be in safer hands. I don’t want to have to segregate him for his own protection.”
 
Francis had come around to the idea of Mrs Shusterbergman after hearing about the ripped panties from Kate Sampson and his disappearance for half an hour from some of the girls. None of whom, it seemed, were privy to what had happened.
 
“Well, governor I think I am inclined to agree with you. I don’t know how he will get on. She has three daughters doesn’t she? Are they at home or away at school?” The governor looked at Francis and smiled. “Well the good thing is that the twins are fourteen - and there is the older girl of sixteen. They are tutored at home and are doing very well with such personal tuition. I am sure that Frasier would be able to join the classes. It might be good for him.”
 
Francis inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. “Do you think Mrs Shusterbergman will want him at her home?” The governor smiled. “She produced three girls when I know that she was hoping for a boy! I think that she will certainly want him, and he is such a lovely looking boy. I have a feeling that he is a little naïve for this facility.”
 
The governor smiled at her. “I know that you have a personal interest in him, Francis. I am hoping that Tania will take a shine to him. At least he will be away from the clutches of some of our more enterprising young ladies.
 
Francis smiled at the euphemism. “Will you let me know governor, if Mrs Shusterbergman takes him. The governor smiled again as she picked up the phone. “Of course, I will. I will arrange for their medical appointment now. Francis looked puzzled. “Are they due for another medical?”
 
The governor grinned at her. “Mrs Shusterbergman always like to see the new intake ‘au natural.’ I can’t say I blame her; she is a very visual person herself and I think she is always fussy about who she takes into her home.
 
She never takes a girl unless they are good looking and have a certain flair or a ‘je ne sais quoi’ I think that Timothy will intrigue her. He has a beautiful face and physique and is totally naïve. Tania likes to have good-looking people about her, she bought two beautiful dresses for the last two girls that stayed at her estate. She often takes them out with her daughters, shopping or visiting. She thinks that it is good for her children to meet new people, and although all of our girls have been rather naughty in one way or another, they are all from the best families in the country, never mind the state.
 
Francis seemed a lot happier with the possibility of Timothy being taken out of the mix. She was far too busy with her new duties to keep her eyes on him every minute of the day.
 
‘I hope it works out governor I would like to meet Mrs Shusterbergman sometime.”
 
“You can meet her this afternoon. I will page you to the medical centre if you are not in your office when I call you.”
 
Francis left the governor’s office in high spirits.
 
When the gym instructor told Timothy that his exercise would be particularly intense as the lesson would be shorter than usual. She had explained that he was required to attend the medical centre at 3.30pm. His heart sank and he had a feeling of dread, especially remembering what had happened the day before.
 
 
 
 
 
Tania Shusterbergman checked herself in the mirror before descending the wide semi-circular staircase towards the elegant Florentine entranceway below. She, as always, was dressed to perfection for her visit to the Juvenile Reform Centre. She looked forward to her visits for a variety of reasons but had a feeling that today would be particularly rewarding from the several snippets of information she had received.
 
As Tania reached the vestibule, she could hear the familiar sounds of a bare palm connecting with a bared bottom. She slipped the study door open a few inches so that she could peer inside. The sight that greeted her was nothing unusual.
 
One of the twins, Charlotte in this case, was laid over the pretty knees of Geraldine Soames who was the young eighteen-year-old tutor she had engaged for all of her daughters education. Charlotte was naked and Tania could see that her school uniform and underwear was folded neatly upon the surface of the young tutor’s desk. Tania caught Geraldine’s eye and smiled at her as the young tutor brought her hand down swiftly over the beautiful young girl’s bottom. Tania acknowledged her with a wave before closing the door quietly. She was delighted that Geraldine was maintaining her strict and rigid discipline, which she knew would result in Charlotte’s tears and promises of future good behaviour.
 
 
 
Tania Shusterbergman was a beautiful woman. She had been a top European model and had worked all over the world. She was quietly ambitious and extremely well educated. She spoke several languages and had an easy manner that put both men and women at their ease in her company. When she had first met Harry Shusterbergman at a charity gala dinner, one would not have thought that they would have had much in common.
 
She had noticed him though, and she took the trouble over the next three weeks to research him. She found out almost everything there was to know about him. She found that his personal wealth extended to many hundreds of millions of dollars. He owned huge portfolios of land all bought outright with no partnerships. Much of his real estate comprised of vast tracts of land including many sought after coastal areas in both California and Florida.
 
Harry Shusterbergman had left Wall Street for a second career in politics, which he was enjoying tremendously. It was a nice life, without needing to work regimentally, he treated politics as both a hobby and an interest in doing some good works.
 
He was a powerful advocate for many charities and good causes which made him a very popular man. He had been surprised when at a second gala dinner he had been introduced to Tania who had taken his arm and led him away to dance and then to talk.
 
He was smitten by her beauty and her charm. Later as they joined other statesmen and their wives, he was impressed by her conversation and her up to the minute knowledge and grasp of what was happening in the world of politics.
 
It seemed incongruous that Harry, who was six feet, six inches tall and weighed two hundred and eighty pounds, could be a suitable partner to the slender and delicately featured Tania Beaulieu. Incredibly, it turned out to be a perfect match and Tania became, Mrs Tania Shusterbergman.
 
Harry’s appetites were gargantuan except in one department. Harry had never been a sexual animal, instead he much preferred to be either, eating or spending his time at his various exclusive clubs in Washington, drinking and sharing his own vast reserves of Original Pappy Van Winkle with colleagues and friends.
 
Although their sexual unions had been very infrequent, to say the least, he had managed to sire three beautiful daughters. His daughters doted upon him, as he did them. For Tania and Harry, it was a perfect marriage. She was the perfect companion and hostess, when needed, and managed his appointments and commitments with flawless accuracy. Harry, in return, provided an income that was beyond anything Tania had ever dreamed of. Domestically, her own sexual appetites were catered for quite discretely, independently and adequately, in other directions.
 
Tania’s deep concern for the success of the centre and her consummate social skills had turned the Youth Reform Centre, from a draconian prison into a model of modern reform for young offenders. Well run and weightily and deliberately overstaffed, its results put other institutions to shame. Harry’s easy charm and huge circle of friends and colleagues ensured that fund-raising was never a problem.
 
Tania was in the habit of visiting the facility at least once per week. She always examined the new detainees and she had many favourites amongst the girls that she would take home for perhaps a day or two, or sometimes a couple of weeks, if they had been sentenced for a longer period. The girls’ experiences at the Shusterbergman Estate were never, ever discussed or disclosed to either the centre staff or even to their close friends for fear of not being invited back.
 
Today, Tania chose the Rolls Royce Phantom for her journey to the centre. She drove with skill and aplomb handling the traffic and the interstate turnoffs with familiar ease. Just over an hour later she drew up to her own designated parking space, she checked her appearance once more. Her Chanel suit and single accessory of a single platinum necklace was suitably subdued and elegant.
 
She threaded her way through the corridors to Governor Bolt’s office. She knocked and entered immediately, smiling at her friend Jean, who was seated behind her ornate desk.
 
She immediately looked towards Francis who was seated on an upright chair at the side of the governor’s desk. Lovely to see you Tania, may I introduce you to Officer Harrison, who I have recently appointed as a wing superintendent. Tania nodded to Francis. “Don’t get up Officer Harrison, I am sure we will get a chance to have a word at some stage. You seem very young for your appointment, so I am sure it is well-deserved.”
 
Francis looked at the beautiful and fashionable woman who played such a part in keeping the centre so well furnished with staff and equipment. “Now what is the itinerary this afternoon?”
 
Jean smiled knowingly. “Well we have three new detainees, two of which I would like you to see. One is a young fourteen-year-old girl. She has a really impressive IQ, well beyond anyone that has been detained here before. She is also extremely well educated and has already passed several university entrance exams. She did not go through the court system but came here through the auspices of her mother’s request to the centre. She is unusually small but perfectly proportioned and very, very pretty.” Jean picked up a paper and then set it down again on her desk.
 
“Unfortunately, her family is very strict and had not really taken notice of her unique academic brightness. The upshot was that her mother engaged a tutor who was the daughter of a family friend. After the girl had complained to her tutor several times that the work she had set was not even remotely challenging, she called her a lazy fat cow who - if I recall the expression - was so thick in mind and body that she would not pass through the door of any university even with a push up her big fat arse.” Tania had to laugh as Jean recounted the details.
 
“The other is a young boy, who will be fourteen this coming week. He is well educated to an above average standard. He suffers acutely from shyness and seems altogether very naïve. He came through the courts but was an innocent accomplice to someone that was caught smoking Marijuana. His family is known to officer Harrison and she attests that he is of excellent character. You could have a look at them if you wish as they are both in the medical centre at the moment. Jean Bolt got up from her desk, not waiting for a reply.
 
Together they walked the corridors. Tania smiled at Francis as they walked. “What is your name?” Oh, erm Francis, Mrs Shusterbergman. Tania smiled again. “Please call me Tania when we are not in company. “You are very beautiful you know, my dear. I bet you would wear clothes well. Although I must say you look quite delightful in your uniform. I must arrange for you to come over to the estate, when you are settled into your new job. It might be a nice break for you.” Francis smiled showing her even white teeth. “Thank you Tania, I must admit that coming from Portland, I rarely go home as it is a long way to visit, for a short break.” Tania smiled. “That is settled then. I’ll arrange it with Jean.”
 
They walked through the reception of the Medical Centre. The girls all stood at their desks until the three of them had walked by. They entered the examination room where Doctor Kate Nixon was standing talking to one of the nurses. Jean led the group up to where the doctor was standing. “How are our new intake Kate?”
 
“Oh Fine, Jean. I let the other girl go, so there is just two of them. They have both had enemas and have been shaved, not that either of them needed to be. The nurses are just bathing them so they should be through in a minute. The doctor turned to Tania. How are the twins? Still in good shape since I last examined them?” Tania smiled. Yes, Kate. They keep fit and have had no problems since that bout of colds.”
 
They looked to the right of the examination room as the big double doors swung open and two young nurses accompanied two naked and blushing detainees into the room. The faces of Timothy and Carey were bright red with embarrassment as the nurse hurried them along by slapping their buttocks. They were made to stand side by side as Governor Bolt led Tania and Francis towards them. Francis instinctively moved to the side, allowing Tania to stand in front of the naked young boy and girl.
 
Francis could see that Tania had become intrigued by both of them. Their good looks seemed to compliment each other. The flawless skin and perfect features was common to both of them. Carey was probably six inches shorter than Timothy, but her body was perfectly proportioned. Timothy similarly was blessed with an exquisite symmetrical body and face. Their short hair laid flat upon the skull delineated the perfect shape of their heads. Tania was thrilled as she noted every detail of their physical appearance.
 
 That plump pubis of the girl, and that equally intriguing symmetry of the boy’s penis and testicles, what a delight. What a darling pair of perfect specimens. The Tiny form of the girl, so unusual and yet so perfect. And the boy, impeccable in every detail. What a wonderful present to take home.

Governor Bolt spoke to the naked detainee’s. Turn around, bend over and grasp your ankles please. Their blushes thrilled Tania as she watched them obey the governor’s embarrassing instruction. Tania’s gaze was filled with the wonderful sight of two perfect bottoms being presented to her. She could clearly see the neat and delicious little pink sphincters of both of them. She moved forward and stroked her hand gently over each perfect cheek of the girl’s bottom, before moving behind the boy and performing the same gentle caress to his buttocks.
 
She moved back and stood beside the governor and whispered to her. “Charming, both of them. Shall we let the doctor finish off and go and have a word Jean?” The governor smiled at her. “I am presuming that you…” She was interrupted by a smiling Tania. “You are presuming right. I am sure that they will be delightful company for my girls.”
 
After probably an hours conversation alone with the governor Tania stood up and kissed Jean on the cheek. “Will you have them brought out to the car, Jean? I will get the doors open so I can strap them in safely. She paused at the doorway and turned back to the governor.
 
“Oh… and tell Francis that she doesn’t need to stand on ceremony, just ring me when she can come, she is a lovely girl, and I am looking forward to dressing her up, she would make a lovely model and you know how I love clothes.” She looked serious for a moment.
 
“From what you have told me, I think that the boy and girl will benefit from a period away. We’ll talk next week then.” Jean smiled at her. “Have fun Tania, mind you, I just know that you will.” Tania smiled mischievously as she walked from the governor’s office.
 
Carey and Timothy sat on the soft white leather of the back seats of the Rolls Royce. They were firmly strapped in at either side of the seat’s centre console. They were dressed in their short wrap-around robes and their paper panties. Timothy looked across at Carey and smiled shyly at her. She seemed to be happier now although the ordeal they had endured at the medical centre had been particularly humiliating.
 
They had been given three consecutive enemas, the last one had been a rinse, which had been administered by a large syringe. They had both yelped as the water had burst into their bottoms like a torrent.
 
Their shaving had been utterly humiliating as they lay on the examination couches which had been placed side by side. Their legs were spread wide, with the nurses standing between their thighs as each nurse went over every inch of their pubis, thoroughly soaping and shaving around their genitalia. Finally, their pubis’s had been massaged thoroughly by the slender and searching fingers of the young nurses, leaving both of them embarrassed and breathless.
 
For the examination, they had been made to stand two strides apart as the doctor had examined them. They were told to position their bodies with their legs widely spread and their hands placed upon their heads. Timothy had had to stay still and listen to the groans and gasps of the young girl as he waited nervously for his own examination.
 
The drive to the Shusterbergman Estate took just over an hour. They both watched Tania as she drove skilfully and fluently down the interstates, eventually turning off on to a private road. She stopped the Rolls at a set of heavy iron gates and waited as they opened sufficiently for them to drive through. The driveway proceeded for three miles before they were able to see manicured lawns beyond the bushes and trees that lined the driveway. Eventually they pulled right onto the frontage of a large modern mansion.
 
A modern smoked glass conservatory fronted the property. It was made of steel and glass and looked almost futuristic. Timothy felt a thrill of excitement as he looked at the huge structure. He realised that Mrs Shusterbergman must be very, very rich to live in such a house. Neither Carey or Timothy attempted to undo their own seatbelts and just remained seated as Tania exited from the drivers door and opened both rear doors.
 
She had gone around the car after Timothy’s door had been opened and stood at Carey’s door. She leaned forward and undid her belt and helped her from the car. She then leaned in again, her lithe body stretching across Timothy as she released his belt. Timothy blushed as her body touched his.
 
“Get out and come around to this side Timothy. Leave the doors, I will close them.” After she had closed the car she stood with the two of them and took their hands and led them into the house. They both looked around with interest as they entered the tall glass and steel structure.
 
She led them into a reception area and then through into a kitchen which was also a dining area. Everything was very modern and light and airy. Through one of the large patio windows, Timothy could see a huge kidney shaped swimming pool and beyond that a sandy beach and the bright blue of the sea. He had not realised that that they were on the coast. Timothy and Carey looked at each other as they noticed the pleasurable surroundings.
 
Their attention was drawn towards a girl that had entered the kitchen. She was tall and imposing as she flicked her natural ash-blonde hair. They both quickly noticed how beautiful she was. Her figure was very similar to Mrs Shusterbergman. Her breasts were full and below them, her waist tapered to a slender wispy narrowness. Her hips were full and her legs long and athletic. Timothy felt his face blushing as she came to stand near them both.
 
Tania introduced her. “This is Claire, she is my oldest daughter and will be in charge of you both while you are here. There are no set rules, but obviously she will guide you as to what you can and can’t do. My two younger daughters, the Bronte twins I call them, because they are named Charlotte and Emily, are still finishing their day’s schooling. You will be joining them tomorrow for daily lessons. Miss Geraldine Soames is the girls’ tutor and she is very bright, so perhaps she can stretch even you, Carey.” Tania looked at both children as they stood in awe of her eldest daughter.
 
“I have brought your assessment forms so she will probably have a look at them tonight. Now how about a drink of something, it is a very hot day, so after you have had your drink you may swim for a while. I presume that you can both swim?” Carey answered first. “Yes Madam.” Timothy nodded. “Yes Madam.” Claire seemed rather amused by their replies. Claire was intrigued by both of them and Tania could see the girl examining them closely.
 
Tania and Claire had the kind of relationship that was adult and sophisticated. They held no secrets from each other and their kindness and understanding towards each other was all consuming. Tania risked a wink at Claire as she went to the refrigerator and called out to Timothy and Carey. “Orange juice, Coke, lemonade… what’s it to be?” They both replied in unison, “Oh… Coke please.” Tania laughed at there keenness. She took two bottles from the fridge and set them on the counter and popped the tops with a small opener. She produced two straws and watched them both as they sucked the fizzy liquid.
 
 
 
Claire waited until their thirst was quenched and spoke to them for the first time. Her voice was warm, but also authoritarian. “Listen to me Carey and Timothy. You have seen where the Coke is kept as well as the other soft drinks. You will help yourselves, whenever you want. There is no limit and there are no conditions. You must help yourselves and ask each other if they would like one too. OK?” Carey and Timothy replied straight away. “Yes Madam.” Claire was delighted that they had called her Madam.
 
 
OK, it’s too hot to be in the house so let’s get to the pool. Come along I’ll get you ready. Tania did not look at Claire, deliberately ignoring her for fear of making her smirk as she took the children by their hands and led them to the pool. She sat on the edge of one of the loungers and pulled Timothy towards her. She pulled the sash cord to his robe and slipped it from his shoulders. She put it on the lounger behind her and slipped her fingers into each side of his paper panties. She pulled them down immediately and lifted his feet to get rid of them.
 
“Stand there and take those paper slippers off. Come here Carey.” As Carey got closer she pulled her arm and stood her in front of her. Pulling the cord, she undid the robe and slid the material down from her shoulders. Like she had done with Timothy, she slipped her fingers into each side of the paper panties and slipped them down to her feet. “Step out of those and take your paper slippers off.” She sat back and beckoned them both. “Now come and stand at either side of me and let me look at you.”
 
Their blushes were deep and vibrant as they stood as she had instructed. She could see that the boy was shivering as she pulled him closer. “Don’t be nervous children. Now let me see. Oh, haven’t they shaved you nicely. You seem really smooth. Now stay still and let me feel.”
 
She first smoothed the back of the fingers of her left hand over Carey’s smooth and overtly plump pubic mound. Her flesh felt so smooth as the girl shivered at her touch. She reached around her and smoothed her hand over her bottom. She was delighted at the feel of the young girl.
 
She turned to Timothy and trailed her fingertips around his pubis before taking hold of his penis, which she could see was gradually engorging with blood. Her other hand went around his waist and he could feel her fingers dip into the crevice of his bottom. He had a feeling of dread as he felt his penis throb. He felt his face burning as she nonchalantly examined his naked body.
 
Timothy shivered as she became bolder. She tapped the underside of his penis, watching it bounce on her fingers. He shivered in response unable to temper his arousal. Casually she gently smoothed the skin back from the head. “Don’t you think he has a nice little peenie, Carey?”
 
Carey did not seem anywhere near as embarrassed as Timothy as she answered. “Oh, yes it’s beautiful Madam. “Would you like to touch it Carey?”
 
“Yes, Madam I would like to, but I wouldn’t want to embarrass him. He is very shy.” Timothy was quaking with nervous apprehension as Claire took the girl’s hand and then squeezed his penis quickly. Timothy looked down at himself as his penis rose up to stand out from his body. “Well he doesn’t seem very shy now. He looks like he is showing off. Take hold of it Carey, he is showing it off to you.” Timothy blushed to a deeper hue at the girl’s embarrassing words.
 
Carey looked at Timothy from under her eyelashes. He shivered as she placed her tiny hand around his penis and pushed his foreskin back, feeling the tip touch the heel of her hand. Timothy gasped in shock at the intimate feeling. “Well done Carey. Boys are at a disadvantage as they can’t help waving their little flagpoles about to let everyone know that they are excited.
 
Timothy’s lips were quivering as if he might cry. Claire saw the look and turned him around smacking his bottom as she spoke. “Off into the pool with you Timothy, no deeper than the four feet mark, now.”
 
Timothy was in a daze. Claire did not seem to have had any inhibitions about touching his body. He knew that he could not have stopped his penis from erecting. He almost tottered to the steps of the pool and walked down them quickly, his penis was sticking straight outwards from his pubis, the stiffened flesh waving about as he walked in abject humiliation. The water felt wonderful against his skin and he hurried to get the object of his embarrassment hidden beneath it.
 
Claire cupped her hand between Carey’s legs, squeezing her proud pubic mound. “You are beautiful girl, Carey. I know we are going to have lots of fun. Open your legs for me so I can examine you properly.” Timidly, Carey spread her legs wider, blushing as she did so. Claire immediately smoothed her hand over the girls clitoris and then played her fingers over the nub of flesh until it erected. Claire heard Carey gasp and shiver as the girl became reluctantly aroused. “You are quite a sensitive girl, Carey. I am going to have you shivering with delight before the day is done. Would you like that?” Carey instinctively leaned forward against Claire’s body. “Oh Yes Madam, thank you.”
 
“Tell me Carey, what do you think of Timothy.” Carey blushed prettily and looked through her eyelashes at Claire. “I think he is really super… I mean his body and face are perfect. He is really naïve, but quite brave and puts others first before himself. Erm can I tell you what happened at the centre with this girl who has got it in for Timothy?” Claire was obviously intrigued. She moved up on the lounger. “Come and lie next to me Carey and then you can tell me your story.”
 
Claire waited until the girl had got comfortable. She idly fondled her breasts, delighted in the puffy texture of her aureoles and the hardness of her nipples. She was obviously aroused, as Claire slipped her hand down in between her legs. She moved her fingers languidly over the plumpness of her pubis before trailing her slender fingers delicately over the juicy peach slices of her neat labia.
 
Carey shivered as the older girl reawakened a deep thrill within her body. Claire grinned as she saw Carey shiver from the titillation of her fingers. “I’ll just stroke you gently so that you can carry on with your story.”
 
Carey told her everything about Timothy, from the cutting of his paper panties and his subsequent paddling, right through to the final moments of his being stimulated while he was still ultra-sensitive and of course, his three forced ejaculations.
 
Claire was intrigued, not just by her story, but when she was going to add something and then suddenly stopped. Claire busied her fingers and said to her. You had better tell me or I will call the boy over and let him watch while I make you writhe and moan before I force you to cum.
 
Carey caved in straight away and spilled out her admission that she had enjoyed it and would have loved to have had more control over the boy. “What would you like to do to him, that you haven’t done already.” Carey chewed her lip and then answered shyly. “I would like to spank him and then make him ejaculate. I want to stick my fingers right up into his bottom so that he can’t help himself from spurting his boy juice, and I want him to be utterly under my control. I don’t honestly know why I’ve got these feelings, but I just want to make him mine completely. Does that make me weird or something?”
 
Claire could see that the girl was totally confused by her feelings but knew that her desire to do what she had said, was real and that she would be determined enough to carry it out.
 
Claire smiled at the blushing girl. “No, you are not weird Carey, it’s just that you have only just got these feelings. I was exactly the same as you, I mean in thinking I was weird, but now I indulge myself in all sorts of things. I am like you that I like to dominate, and the boy is so delicious that I can understand your desires perfectly.”
 
She moved herself slightly, so that she had a better reach - and with a frisson of delight, diligently began to slide her fingers over the girl’s genitalia in such a way that Carey lost all semblance of control. She brought her other hand around the tiny girl’s bottom and kept her thumb pressed against sphincter as she curled her long fingers into the tight little vagina. Her hands worked together, knowingly overloading Carey’s naïve senses. Inevitably she capitulated, her body began to shiver and shake until her breathing became ragged and spasmodic. Within moments she was moaning and desperately gasping for air as Claire deftly goaded her young body to a swift and all enveloping orgasm. Carey screamed once before her body succumbed to a languid but quivering repose. Carey timidly lifted her chin so that she could kiss Claire on the lips. “Oh, Madam that was just too much.”
 
Claire smiled, “I will not be so gentle with you next time, little Carey.” Their peace was short lived as two naked young girls came running across the lawns, racing each other towards the pool, their bodies appeared lithe and supple as they ran gracefully towards the water.
 
 
They both dived in together. Their bodies slicing the water before emerging in a silvery spray. The silver, blonde hair of both girls was sleeked back in a ponytail, swishing from side to side as they got rid of excess water. They saw Timothy swimming in the shallow part and dived. Suddenly, Timothy’s solitary swim was rudely interrupted. He stood and arched his back, crying out as he was attacked from below.
 
 
Claire and Carey had to laugh as Timothy arms shot back into the water, aiming for his groin. One girl emerged behind him, scissoring her legs around his body as the other girl remained submerged for a few more moments until she stood and clasped her hands around his torso, grinning at his shock. She looked into his face as she pressed her naked body to his. Claire and Carey watched as the girl kissed him on the lips. She moved her hands to clasp the back of his neck, moving her head so that she could kiss him more deeply. Eventually the girls got hold of his hands and began walking him from the water and up the steps to where Claire and Carey were seated.
 
Carey noticed that Timothy’s penis was already thickening and engorging. His face was as red as a beetroot as they dragged him across the tiling towards where Carey and Claire were seated.
 
Carey looked at the two girls. They were stunningly beautiful. Still on the delicate cusp of becoming nubile, their bodies had the charm of that indefinable femininity. Long, graceful bodies, breasts that perhaps would become slightly fuller. Wispy almost fragile waists swelling to firm hips - and below - centred between firm thighs, the hillock of intriguingly plumped flesh, the smooth skin glistening in the sunlight raised proud and firm and very prominent.
 
Carey quickly realised that all the Shusterbergman family were exceptionally beautiful. The mother, Claire and the two girls… all exquisitely perfect. Perhaps that’s why they have brought Timothy here… because he is perfect. Carey thought that he matched the girls equally, although he was spoiling his beautiful skin by blushing freely. His body was shivering from embarrassment. Yes, she thought. They would like Timothy… a perfect boy for perfect girls. Carey had not even considered that she had been brought to the family home for exactly the same reason. One of the girls spoke, it was impossible to know whether it was Charlotte or Emily. “Claire, can we take him away and play with him. He looks so darling and sweet. Can we Claire, can we?”
 
“No Charlotte, mother is coming out soon and I don’t know what she has planned. You haven’t even introduced yourselves and you know what happens to bad mannered girls don’t you?” Both girls looked down for a minute and then turned to face Timothy, letting go of his arms. Timothy wanted to cover himself with his hands but resisted in case he would draw attention to his erecting penis. “I am Charlotte and that is Emily, what is your name?” Timothy blushed but answered. “Erm… Timothy, erm Miss.” He looked her in the eyes, frightened to be caught looking elsewhere.
 
The girls then looked at Carey. “You have heard our names, what are you called?” Carey looked up, she did not know what to call them, she decided to go with Timothy’s choice. “Carey, Miss.” Charlotte smiled. “That’s a nice name. I like your little fluffy numphs and your nip-nips on top of them. Will you come and play with us Carey?”
 
Claire interceded again. “Go and swim and leave Timothy and Carey alone.” Go on off you go.” Emily grinned at her sister and then quickly grasped Timothy’s penis and squeezed it. “Super peenie, Timothy, does it spurt? Does it Timothy?”
 
Claire stood up and the twins quickly ran off towards the pool. Carey was surprised as Claire handed her a towel. “Dry Timothy off for me would Carey, make sure you get all his squidgy bits as well as his nooks and crannies. His skin is perfect, and I want to keep it that way.”
 
 
She addressed Timothy. “Adopt the position Timothy while Carey dries you. Legs spread wide apart please. I shall inspect you to see if you are properly dry, so don’t forget to bend over and spread your bottom cheeks when she asks you. I’ll go and fetch some powder for his bottom Carey.”
 
Carey mused at the turn of events as she moved towards Timothy. She knew that he was blushing at the thought of her being told to dry him.
 
Well, I have certainly made a friend and an ally there. She understands me, I can feel that she does. She was enjoying Timothy’s embarrassment as much as I was. How well did she read my inner feelings. Does she want to spank him and play with him until he spurts. I bet she does. But she wants me to embarrass him too. Well I am not going to disappoint her.
 
She approached Timothy who was standing with his legs wide and his hands upon his head. Carey considered what would be the best attitude towards him. He was already looking nervously at her. In fact, his bottom lip was trembling. She looked down at his groin. His penis was thick and turgid hanging down straight between his legs. It was elevated slightly by the bulge of his scrotum.
 
What’s best? Yes, Yes Got it.
 
“Poor Timothy, did the girls embarrass you, never mind. I’ll soon have you dry. Drop your arms to your sides and bend your head forward. There that’s the way.” She covered his head in the towel and began to dry his hair. She then took a corner of the towel and held his chin up with her other hand as if he were a young child. “Let’s get those ears dry and now your little nose.” She moved around him and let the fingers of her left-hand caress the nape of his neck as she dried his back right down to the swell of his buttocks.
 
She moved back to the front, facing him. Her expression bright and efficient as she spoke briskly to him. “Hands back upon your head, Timothy please.” She saw the quick flush of redness colour his cheeks as she brought the towel to his chest. She dried his sternum and his tummy before doing underneath his arms. She only used one hand to hold the towel, her other hand placed flat against his body, slipping sensuously from one place to another. She made sure that her fingers trailed and lingered on his skin caressing his smooth nakedness.
 
Before kneeling down to do his penis and testicles, she put her hand against his cheek and spoke gently to him. “You will keep still and not fidget won’t you Timothy. It has to be done.” She patted the burning cheek gently as she sat back on the corner of the lounger and placed her hand upon the back of his knee. “Keep your legs well apart and just shuffle forward a little, there what a clever boy you are.”
 
With her bare hand she placed it under his full and bulging scrotum and drew the delicate orbs forward in their soft bag of pale skin. She felt his body shiver as she plied the corner of the towel to the creases of his groin and then underneath to dry the sensitive skin of the perineum.
 
Carefully she cradled his testicles in the towel - drying them before encircling the shaft of his penis with her bare hand. She retracted the prepuce until it was stretched back, now held tight and captive, in her hand. She cruelly rubbed the towel over the exposed flesh. He shivered involuntarily, his knees shaking as she rubbed around and around, deliberately stimulating the most sensitive flesh thoroughly and expertly. She smiled to herself as she let go of his penis. It was erect and throbbing mightily.
 
She leaned her body, bending low so that her cheek was touching the tip of his throbbing penis as she dried his legs. “All done apart from your little bottty.” She tapped his thigh and looked up at him. His face was blotched in bright red. “Just turn around and bend over, legs spread as wide as you can now.”
 
“That’s perfect Timothy, just reach back with your hands and spread your bottom cheeks for me.”
 
Timothy could not believe his ears. She wants me to spread my bottom cheeks with my hands! Nervously, with his lips trembling and his cheeks burning, he obeyed. He heard her voice through his manifest humiliation.
 
“Good boy keep them spread wide now. This won’t take long.” Carey, could see his face from between his legs. He was bright red and seemed to be holding his breath. She slipped the fingers of her left hand between the widely spread cheeks. She felt him jerk and shiver as her fingertips smoothed over his sphincter. The feel of his most intimate flesh thrilled her.
 
She could see the little, pink-fleshed star recoil as she repeated the intimate caress. She smoothed the towel down the crease several times before placing her fingers against the opening of his bottom. “Just relax your bottom there’s a good boy.” She teased the orifice with her fingertips before scoring over it with the corner of the towel. She smacked the flesh of his bottom sharply as she spoke. “All done Timothy, nice and dry. Turn around and let me look at you.”
 
She could not believe how utterly humiliated he looked as he turned to face her. His face was anguished, and his lips were trembling. She reached up and placed her hand against his burning cheek. “Are you alright Timothy you look a bit flushed?” She looked at his penis. It was throbbing visibly, moving up and down of its own volition.
 
She saw that a teardrop of clear liquid had escaped from the very tip. Oh, Timothy that won’t do. She grasped his erect flesh, feeling it throb between her fingers as she brought the towel up near the urethral opening. “Look at you, your penis is leaking. Are you excited, is it because I am naked or is it because I had to dry your penis and your bottom?”
 
His ensuing blushes thrilled her. “Stand still while I wipe you. We can’t let Madam see you like that, can we?”
 
She made sure he was looking at her hands as she stretched the foreskin backwards until his erect penis was straining. Deliberately she let the towelling rub roughly over the very tip. She delighted in his shudder of pure anguish as she deftly passed the towel over the tip several times more. His entire body was shaking by the time she had finished.
 
“Good boy Timothy.” She patted the cushion of the lounger. “Come and sit next to me and we can wait for Madam.” Timothy blushed and sat down next to her. He was aware that his penis was sticking straight up and poking at his navel. She put her arm around his back. “Would you like to cover yourself with the towel until Madam comes?” She handed him the towel which he thankfully placed over his lap.
 
Claire had watched from an upstairs window as Carey had dried the young boy. She had observed that her instructions had been obeyed exactly. She had watched her attitude and could see that she had subjugated the boy without losing his respect for her. In actual fact her attitude had increased her authority over him and the esteem which he held her for her.
 
Claire smiled at her mother as she moved elegantly down the stairs and walked through to the kitchen. She looked at the tin of talcum powder in her hands. “Are you letting Carey apply that?” Claire grinned at her. “Yes, I am enjoying myself, tutoring our little friend. She is bright and already understands some of her feelings. I think she is keen to begin practising the art of subtle subjugation. Did you see her with the boy?” Tania smiled. “I watched everything, I guessed it was upon your instruction.” Claire looked at her mother. “Well come on tell me what you think.”
 
Tania could see that the girl was keen to receive affirmation of the success of her little scheme.
 
“I am sure I don’t have to tell you. She is perfect… and very, very bright. I guessed that she had a thing for the boy, mind you, who wouldn’t! I think she will do even better when we get her dressed. Myra Hind is coming in a few minutes. She is going to fit them for their school uniforms and do any alterations in the sewing room. When you have delivered that to Carey, why don’t we have a word to discuss the style of his uniform. You know to tilt the balance a little.”
 
Claire laughed. “Short and tight perhaps, Mother?” Tania laughed as she admired her daughter’s intuition. “Yes Claire, I was thinking along those lines. But subtle rather than too overt, don’t you think?”
Claire hurried towards the door looking back as she replied. “Perfect mother.”
 
Claire chose her words carefully as stood in front of Timothy and Carey. “I am sorry I haven’t got time to powder little Timothy. Would you do it for me Carey? Just sit him on your knees to do his front bits and then you can take him across your knees to do his little bottom. You can put your panties and robe on first Carey, it’s very short so you won’t get powder on it.
 
You may dress Timothy when you have finished with him. And then bring him through to the breakfast bar. She looked at Timothy. “Now Timothy, I am putting Carey in charge of you while I am gone.” Claire handed Carey the tin of talcum powder and dashed off back into the house. She had seen the boy blushing as she had instructed Carey but had deliberately ignored Timothy completely.
 
Carey knew exactly what to say to make the boy unaware that she was thoroughly enjoying herself at his expense. “Aren’t you relieved Timothy.”
 
Timothy looked at her his face still blushing. Erm… why?
 
“Silly boy… that she didn’t see that you penis was all hard and waving about beneath that towel. She might have thought you were ogling me, or even touching me with it being all hard like you are. It’s even pushing up the towel.”
 
Timothy blushed immediately. The cheeks of his face brightening to a deep red. “Oh, erm Miss, I would never do that. Oh please, don’t think that.”
 
Carey was delighted with his response and also that he had called her Miss, rather than by her name. “Good boy now let me get dressed and then I’ll powder you.” She smoothed her hand upwards against his spine and caressed his neck. She could see how sensitive he was to be touched there and she made sure that he was fully aroused by it.
 
Carey made sure that she dressed in front of him. Pulling her panties up slowly to make sure that he was watching. She knew that he was intrigued by the prominence of her mons veneris. She had always been embarrassed about it at school until one sports day after she had showered, a tall blonde girl, who was one of the supervising prefects, had waited behind until all of the junior girls had left.
 
She had approached Carey confidently and had suddenly and nonchalantly cupped her hand between her legs. Her voice and been soft and intimate, telling her. “You know Carey that that is the most attractive part of any woman. Yours is so beautifully plump that just a glimpse of it will send the boys wild.”
 
Then she had whispered softly to her. “I would love to fondle it for you, if you would let me.”
 
Carey had stood there in embarrassment, not saying anything. The girl had got down upon her knees in front of her and put her arms around her hips. Her hands held each cheek of her bottom with a tender velvety touch. She pulled Carey’s body towards her waiting lips and began to lick her until her body shivered and shook with intense pleasure.
 
Eventually, Carey’s tiny, perfectly proportioned body had been able to stand it no longer and she had sunk to her knees in the throes of the most delicious orgasm she had ever experienced. After that incident she had often looked into her bedroom mirror and admired her nakedness, carefully stroking her slender fingertips over the intriguing prominently plump mound of her most intimate flesh.
 
She looked at Timothy through her lowered eyelashes making sure that he saw the elasticated waist band of her panties slip over the smooth mound. She smoothed her hand between her legs before reaching for her robe and tying the single bow. Her robe was short, cut straight across the juncture of her thighs. For once she was pleased at its brevity.
 
“Stand up Timothy and let me sit down in the middle. So that I can have plenty of room when I take you across my knees.” She watched his blushing face as he stood before her, clasping the towel to his groin.
 
“Give me the towel please so that I can lay it across my knees.”
 
Timothy blushed, but Carey saw that the subtle change in their relationship had prevented him from being hesitant. She was delighted when he did not cover himself but stood in front of her nervously fidgeting and blushing rapidly while his penis bobbed up and down as if in time with his pulse. His beautiful cheeks blushed almost prettily as he stood waiting for what he would have to do next.
 
She looked up at him realising that he could feel their shift in authority as she, now clothed, and he still naked, had amplified their juxtaposition.
 
She felt that a comment upon his throbbing penis was certainly called for. “I suppose that your penis will have to go down at some point, or do you think you will have to be milked of your semen. I wonder if the centre have informed Mrs Shusterbergman that they milk you at the centre when you become erect.”
 
Timothy’s face deepened to a livid purple. His breathing became heavy as he heard her words. “Oh please, Miss. Please don’t mention it. Oh, I would be so ashamed.”
Carey was delighted with her ploy. “Well as long as you don’t start playing with yourself Timothy. I hate the thought of boys doing that and I know it is against the rules. Look how thoroughly you were milked when I had to help hold your legs. She didn’t stop until your little squidgy testicles were completely empty. They must know what little boys are like, if they are not emptied regularly… and thoroughly.”
 
Timothy was struck dumb. He now desperately wanted to hide his penis from her, but knew that now, more than ever, he dared not touch himself.
 
“Never mind Timothy, I am sure that you will try and make it go down. Come on sweetheart, come and sit on my knees and I will get you powdered up. You mustn’t allow that lovely smooth skin of yours to get sore.”
 
Carey could hardly hide her delight as he almost stumbled towards her, obviously not knowing what to do. “Stand at my left and I will pull you down so that you are sitting on my knees”. She put the powder tin down on the lounger surface and put one arm around his back, placing her other hand against his tummy. “Down you come, there I’ve got you.”
 
Timothy found himself being drawn towards her, so much so that he had to lift his feet onto the bed. “Clever boy, that’s just how I want you. You don’t feel heavy at all.” She slid her right hand further around his waist pulling him even closer to her body. “Now if you lean back until you are laid flat on the lounger, you won’t weigh anything at all.”
 
She managed to rescue the talcum powder before he leaned back on it.
 
She watched his face colour up again as he looked at her in shame. Nervously he leaned back until his weight passed its fulcrum and he could no longer hold himself upright. He fell back onto the lounger surface.
 
“Now quickly just lift your arms and put them behind your neck so that your head is resting comfortably.” Carey had helped his left arm pass in front of her body and watched him place them behind his neck. She was satisfied that he was now looking upwards instead of at his body. She had not wanted him to see how high his hips were raised across her knees, or the blatancy of his erect penis as it waved around in the air.
 
She looked down at him. His legs were spread a few inches part and she felt that that was adequate for her needs. She took the top off the can and sprinkled the white powder all over his penis and testicles. She put the can down next to his leg and laid her right hand flat against his tummy. She felt him jerk in response and knew that he had steeled himself for the first touch of her hands.
 
She had expected his gasp as she placed her left hand high up on his thigh, her fingertips almost touching his bulging scrotum. With a little frisson of delight running through her body, she began to smooth the talcum powder over his testicles, her fingertips gently lifting the scrotum as she stroked over and then beneath the swollen orbs, delighting in the feel of them. His gasps of embarrassment were a delight to her ears. She smoothed her hand down the creases of his groin and over the pubis at the base of his penis. His gasps often prompted her to repeat a soft caress. She put both hands together above the tip of his penis and let the head of his penis intrude between them as she stroked down the shaft from tip to base.
 
His loud gasps and the shuddering jerk of his hips thrilled her slender body delightfully. She picked up the talcum powder and - curling her right hand around the shaft of his penis, she drew the foreskin back as tightly as she dare. She sprinkled the powder over the head and began to move the foreskin up and down the shaft. She could feel it throbbing uncontrollably. She looked at his face. His mouth was open wide, and his body was rigid with the irresistible apprehension of what she would do next.
 
Carey knew that the prospect of him suddenly ejaculating was a real and unwanted possibility. His penis was throbbing as if he was already spurting. She took her hands away and tapped him on the thigh. Swing your legs over the edge and stand up Timothy, I’m finished with this side. Whether his gasp was of embarrassment or effort, she did not know He was quickly standing up as if he had been all ready to escape.
 
Carey did not speak but stood up and took his hand and led him to a chair facing away from one of the tables that spasmodically surrounded the swimming pool. She sat down on it and put the talcum powder onto the table behind her.
 
“Right my little powdery boy, face down over my knees. Come along, you will be in a very good position for a smacked bottom in a second or two. She knew that Timothy was contemplating how to accomplish the task with his penis so erect and sticking out horizontally from his body. She thought he looked delightful, standing beside her so obediently and yet shamefully. His hands were by his sides as he waited for her instruction.
 
“Well Timothy what are you waiting for. Over you go.” The boy still hesitated. “What is the matter, Timothy? Has your teacher never taken your trousers and underpants down and told you to get over her knees for a smacked bottom? The boy looked at her his lips quivering with shame. He did not speak.
 
Carey knew that it was his erect penis that was causing his problem. Abruptly she reached over with her left hand and grasped the shaft of his penis, she pulled him forward and watched him reach out with his hands in front of him. She quickly put her other arm around his waist and tipped him forward. She parted her knees as she guided the throbbing shaft between her thighs. With utter delight she spanked his bottom three times. Feeling him shudder in embarrassment to her great delight. She extricated her left hand and squeezed her thighs against his penis.
 
Oh, so heavenly. Having a beautiful naked young boy over my knees. Of course, I had to smack his bared bottom, just to see how it felt. One day, I will do it for real. Watch and feel him squirming over my knees. I will keep his little peenie so hard while I spank and spank and spank. Then I’ll slip my fingers into his beautiful bouncy bottom and milk his peenie of his boy juice… not just once, but again and again until he squeals like a little piggy wig.

“There we are Timothy, what on earth were you waiting for.” Poor baby let me take care of your little bottom… little boys can get very sore in-between the cheeks of their botties.” She half turned her body and took the can of talcum from behind her.
 
She deftly slipped her left hand between the cheeks of his bottom and splayed her finger and thumb apart, making a gap between his cheeks, much to his consternation. She heard him groan, confirming his utter embarrassment.
 
Nonchalantly, she sprinkled the cooling powder between the crease and around the elevated globes of his buttocks. With her right elbow in the air, she slipped her fingers down between his buttocks, grasping his testes. “Are you nice and comfy Timothy? I hope I’m not squashing your little plums, am I?” She gave a gentle squeeze to his bulging scrotum.
 
She heard his voice croaking a timid reply. “Oooh No, Miss.”
 
“Good boy now no fidgeting.” She lifted her hand and smoothed her fingers firmly over the entire crease of his bottom She felt his sphincter quake as her fingertips passed over it. Joyously she slid her hand backwards and forwards, delighting in each gasp and groan as his body shuddered in utter shame. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling his hardened flesh throb with a rapid response. “There we are Timothy almost done. Your little bottom is all smooth and powdery. I’ll let you up now as I think the girls are getting out of the pool and you don’t want them looking at your little bottom hole do you?”
 
She heard his groan of embarrassment as she smacked his bottom sharply, delighting in the immediacy of the staccato sound.
 
She held his waist as he levered himself from her knees. His penis sprang upwards as it was released. She manoeuvred him around in front of her and parted her knees so that she could pull him closer still. She looked into his blushing face. “Poor baby, it must terribly embarrassing for you to have your little peenie sticking out like this. Never mind, see if you can get it to go down while we wait for Madam.
 
Claire took her cue as she smiled at her mother who had turned her head as she heard the footsteps of her seamstress Myra as she came into the kitchen. Claire looked at the naked boy as she approached. He was fully erect and standing nervously in front of Carey. She tutted as she looked at Timothy. Well, there is not much point in getting you dressed is there, Timothy? I don’t think those little paper panties are going to fit you are they? Will you take his hand Carey and both of you follow me.
 
She led them through the kitchen which was now empty and down a long corridor which just gave Carey and Timothy an inkling of the vast size of the house. They turned left at the end of the corridor and to the first of a series of doors, spaced far down the Palladian arched and mosaic tiled broad couloir. They entered what could have been the workshop of any top fashion house.
 
It was probably far better laid out and certainly neater, than one would expect of busier workshops. But it held the same important professional sewing machines, felt mannequins large layout tables, visioning screens etcetera, right down to the Solingen shears and scissors. Seated at a round filigree wrought iron table in front of a white visioning backdrop were Tania and Myra. A young maid of about sixteen years old was just setting down a second tray of coffee as well as cakes as the trio of Claire, Carey and Timothy walked into the room Already set upon the fanciful metal surface was a tray with jugs of both orange and lemon juice and an assortment of colourful pastries.
 
The maid bobbed her head at the two ladies as she approached Claire and the young girl and boy. She looked at Timothy’s nakedness without expression as she spoke to Claire. I have put some pastries and fruit juice on the table for the boy and girl. I have your wine in the cooler if you would like Madame Claire. Timothy noted, through the heat of his instant blushes that her accent was French. Claire looked at the maid’s pretty face and asked her. What do you think of our new guests. The maid looked at Carey and then at Timothy, she smiled at the boy as she looked him up and down. For an instance, Timothy was tempted to cover his penis which was turgid although not erect.
 
“The boy is très joli and he blushes so prettily too, and the girl is like a delicate miniature, very beautiful Madame.”
 
Claire smiled at her, pleased with little embarrassment she had caused Timothy. She led them to the table and Simone followed and tapped Timothy’s bare buttocks. You would like, orange or lemon to drink. Timothy blushed again as her hand lingered upon his buttocks.
 
“Erm. Orange please Miss.” He blushed again, aware that her hand had slipped around to his hip and had stayed there.
 
He did not know what to do as she looked at him coquettishly and asked Carey what she would like. “Oh, lemon juice thank you” Simone looked to them both.
 
“Come and sit here at this table, both of you until Madame is ready for you.” Her hand slipped back to his buttocks and she smacked the cheeks lightly. Timothy almost stumbled blindly towards the little table which was situated slightly away from Tania and Myra. Carey followed him behind him. Timothy could feel the intense heat in his cheeks.
 
Simone fetched her tray with their drinks as well as a plate each for their pastries, which she set in the middle of the small table. “Please eat the pastries, they are all savoury and quite wonderful.” To Timothy’s utter embarrassment she remained standing by his chair. She placed her hand casually on the back of his neck. “Did Madame Claire powder your penis and your beautiful bottom for you Timothy?” She let her fingers play around his neck. “Erm No miss it was Miss Carey, erm Miss.”
 
He tried to lean forward and pick up the pastry he had chosen. He found her fingers very distracting as he put the pastry upon his plate.
 
“Your penis and your scrotum are delightful. It is a very nice combination to see between the legs of a young boy. Was it difficult to have a beautiful little girl sprinkle powder on your pretty penis and rub it in with such a tiny delicate hand? Were you able to contain your emotions?”
 
Timothy was absolutely speechless. It was Carey that came to his rescue. “I think that Timothy ought to eat his pasties before Madam needs him.” Simone did not take offence. “I understand… it would be wrong to make him miss these beautiful pastries, non?” She took her tray and left them. It was nearly forty minutes later that the maid had cleared their plates and glasses away from the small table where they had been seated and had eventually taken all of the glasses and crockery out of the room on a small wheeled trolley.
 
Tania Shusterbergman was standing with Myra Hind by one of the long layout tables. The table surface held several already opened brown paper parcels of clothing. Claire came across to their table and spoke to Timothy and Carey. “Oh, Timothy would you come with me and Carey, would you strip off please and then join us. You are both going to be measured for your school clothes. Our tutor Miss Soames insists that her pupils are dressed appropriately for lessons. It may seem a little silly as there will now still only be five of us, but I agree with her that is does focus the mind that you are in class and there to learn.”
 
She smiled at Carey. “Everything off Carey as you will be getting proper underwear for school.”
 
Timothy was already blushing as Madame Hind turned him this way and that. She worked quickly measuring him accurately, but seemingly in a hurried and remote manner. Her hands seemed to be everywhere upon his body as she measured him.
 
She was a slender lady of probably forty years-of-age. Her looks were refined, and she had the fashionable demeanour of aloofness. Jet black hair, which was cut severely with sharp wings extending down below her jawline swished about as she worked. Her face was pale, contrasting her petite and delicate lips that were carefully made up with bright red lipstick. Dark eye makeup completed the look that can be seen every day along the Rue de Cambon in Paris, France.
 
Her long slender fingers suddenly dipped within the crease of his bottom as she bent his body forward. She looked at Madam Shusterbergman with a raised eyebrow. “A slight dip… a contour perhaps here?” Her accent revealed her French heritage as she looked towards Tania. Tania smiled and nodded. “Exactly Madame Hind, my thinking too.”
 
Timothy blushes varied between deep red and crimson as she straightened him up once more and cupped his penis and testicles with both hands, her fingers clasping the turgid genitalia at either side. “Silk Madam, for ‘la sensation,’ mais oui? Tania smiled, but had to stifle a girlish burst of laughter as Madame Hind winked at her.
 
Timothy’s blushes were now hovering on the deeper colours of magenta and purple. He performed the turns and bends at the behest of Madame Hind, clumsily and blindly. She had not spoken to him once but had merely moved his body, grasping him firmly and pushing or pulling him, seemingly irritated with his gauche movements. He could not help the turgid flesh of his penis slapping heavily against his legs - or swaying freely between them as he was made to adopt the various positions she required.
 
Claire stood with Carey, watching the pantomime with amusement. She had suffered at the hands of Madame Hind many times when she had been fitted for ballgowns and prom dresses. She knew that the results were always impeccable, but the measuring painfully insufferable. She looked at Carey’s naked body and thought how exquisitely perfect she could look in one of Madame Hinds creations. She knew a little of what her mother had in mind for their uniforms and knew she couldn’t wait to see the result.
 
Timothy looked at Madame Hind as she slapped his bottom and pushed him towards Claire. Her declaration of ‘Finis’ showed her exasperation at Timothy’s blind bungling cooperation, which was exacerbated by his all-enveloping cocoon of shame.
 
In contrast to Timothy, Carey’s measurements and her alacrity to move at the merest touch, seemed to delight Madame Hind. Even though, Carey could not help blushing prettily as Madame Hind caressed her breasts and nonchalantly explored the prominent mound of her pubis while giving, what Carey presumed was a commentary, to Tania in rapid and heavy argot accented French.
 
Eventually it was finished, and Madame Hind announced, “They will be ready by eight, I will expect them here then.”
 
Timothy looked down at himself as Mrs Shusterbergman stood and came to stand in front of him. Her beautifully manicured fingers felt cool upon his stiffened flesh as she casually gripped his penis, wrapping her fingers around it so that the tip was enveloped by red nail polish.
 
“Well I suppose we have been remiss in not getting this little fellow taken care of before now. Come along Claire and Carey, I think it is time that we get young Timothy milked of his essence.” She let go of his penis, which seemed to have erected fully almost instantaneously and took his arm propelling him along with her as they exited the dressmakers workroom.
 
It was several entrances along from the broad couloir, that they stopped and entered a light and airy room. The walls were painted in white and the glass fronted cupboards, shelf surfaces and double sinks were all finished in shiny white surfaces of differing materials. The centrepiece to the room, was a massage table. Its electrically adjustable chromium legs were set solidly into the floor. A white fitted sheet covered the padded top. The floor space around the table was roomy and spacious and the silvery white floor tiles glistened brightly under the strong overhead light.
 
She looked into Timothy’s blushing face. “Now let me see, how shall we place you? What do you think Claire? Shall we have him on his hands and knees?”
 
Claire looked at Timothy’s blushing face. She could see the boy’s utter and anguished trepidation written upon his pretty face, as he had realised what was to happen to him.
 
“I think I can hear our stirrups arriving, so for his comfort, why don’t we have him laid upon his back.”
 
At that moment Emily and Charlotte burst into the room. Tania looked at the eager young girls. They were dressed in short shorts. The plump and firm outline of their juvenile breasts was clearly displayed under tight, white tee shirts.
 
“I think that settles it then Claire. Let’s get him onto his back and then our eager young helpers can take a leg each. What do you say?”
 
Claire put her hand out to the trembling young boy and lifted his chin so that his eyes were forced to meet hers. “Well Sweetheart, do you think you will be more comfortable on your back? Mm? While Miss Emily and Miss Charlotte hold your little legs up for you. We can put a nice soft pillow under your head and another one just at the small of your back to keep your pretty bottom up into the air.
 
Tania stood behind Timothy and smoothed her hand down over his shoulders. Slowly she let her fingers trail down his spine and slip into the crevice between his buttocks.
 
She felt him shiver as Claire looked into his reddened and heated face. His embarrassment was so profound that he was shivering and shaking visibly, as Claire led him forward by the arm and helped him to sit on the bed.
 
Timothy could hardly see through the tears of humiliation that filled his eyes. He was aware that Emily and Charlotte were now holding pillows in their arms as Claire lifted his legs onto the bed. She slid him around and pressed gently on his chest until he was laid down flat.
 
His body was shivering and twitching with nervous apprehension as Claire leaned over him and kissed him softly on the cheek before moving down the bed towards his feet.
 
Emily took her place at the head of the bed and waited while her mother gently placed her hands upon the boy’s burning cheeks. Tania slid her hands gently around to the back of his neck and lifted his head while Emily slipped her pillow beneath it.
 
His thoughts were awash with his embarrassments of the day. He felt his shame humiliate him to the core. It was an indelibly real shame that his mind would not let him expunge.
 
He had been trapped in a world of humiliation and subjugation with which his young and thoroughly naïve senses could not cope.
 
Timothy lay, shamefully naked, below the strong overhead light. His face was crimson, and his cheeks burned furiously. He knew that his lips were trembling and that his teeth were chattering as he dreaded the thought of what would be done to him. He did not have to wait for long as he felt his legs being lifted and held by the crook of his knees. His bottom had been forced upwards to accommodate the pillow which now supported his spine.
 
Tania had moved Carey to the head of the bed. Her bared breasts were only inches from Timothy’s forehead as she leaned over him. It was with the nodding encouragement of Claire that she slid her arms forward and smoothed the palms of her hands over his nipples.
 

 

To be continued in Part 3