Timothy Peterson at the Advertising Agency

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Timothy Peterson was sixteen-years old and yet he was sitting in his own office overlooking the busy floor of finishing artists at the De Montford Advertising Agency. It was the end of his third month and also the end of his probationary period as visualiser and illustrator at the agency.

Across the floor he could see the sheer glass wall of the office of the agency principal, Helen Walker. In front of her glass door was the modern white and chromium desk of her secretary, Michelle Sorensen.

Michelle was extremely pretty, befitting the image of such a successful agency. Although young, she was bright and quietly confident to deal with Helen Walkers busy schedules and meetings. Timothy had noticed that wherever Miss Walker went, Michelle was always there with her clipboard in hand taking notes. Michelle always gave Timothy an encouraging smile each time he had to visit Miss Walker’s office. He knew that in the next few days he would be called to her office to find out whether his work had been sufficiently impressive for him to be taken on as a permanent member of the creative team.

He knew that he would be able to tell from Miss Sorenson’s expression how he had fared, even before he entered Miss Walker’s office. On normal occasions Michelle Sorensen always greeted him with her special smile she seemed to reserve just for him. She was a beautiful and completely confident young girl. Her beauty was refined and classic. Her clothes were always impeccable and expensive. Her image was of the standard befitting the image of the agency. On the odd occasion that he had to address Michelle Sorensen, he always called her Miss Sorensen. She had never asked him to call her by her first name, although she always called him Timothy. In fact, if he thought about it truthfully to himself, he found her beauty and persona to be very intimidating almost aloof.

Although Michelle Sorensen had her desk outside of Miss Walker’s office, it was through choice that she used it so much. She was, she knew, Miss Walker’s eyes and ears on ground level, and the daily routine and comings and goings of the girls in the office.

In fact, Miss Sorensen had her own well-equipped office next to Miss Walker with an interconnecting door. It also had her own private entrance that was accessed from the lobby, so that no one would know whether Miss Sorensen was in or out. There was also a private meeting room accessible from her office, Miss Walker’s office and the lobby. So, staff and visitors were never privy to who was there or who was visiting. Highly efficient in avoiding two business rivals meeting when visiting at the same time.

Helen Walker was an assertive, ambitious and talented lady. Her business skills, forward thinking and intuition had carved her agency a successful niche within the Madison Avenue advertising community. Helen was as beautiful as she was talented. She was tall and imposing. Her body was athletically toned and perfectly proportioned. Facially she exuded an aura of confidence and intelligence. Her patrician features were made up of beautiful skin, piercing blue/grey eyes, slender straight nose set below a high forehead that was topped with fair hair containing a myriad of natural highlights. She always moved with poise and purpose and Timothy had often noted how besotted and obsequious her male clients became when in her presence. He always felt totally intimidated whenever he had a meeting with her and could never stop his face from blushing furiously from the moment he stepped into her office.

Timothy always addressed her as Miss Walker, although, in fact, she was his aunt. His stepmother was Helen Walker’s older sister, who was just as beautiful as her younger sister. She had married Timothy’s father when Timothy was seven years old. He only had vague recollections of his real mother who had died quite suddenly when he was two after she had given birth to his younger sister Emma. His father was extremely successful and extremely busy travelling the world for his company, and Timothy saw very little of him. He and his sisters had been brought up and cared for by their nanny who was kept on even after his stepmother and father had married. It was when Timothy was twelve and his younger sister ten, that their stepmother asked them whether they felt comfortable enough in their relationship with her to let their nanny go.

Timothy’s older sister, Claire and his younger sister, Emma, had instantly become friends with Jane, their new stepmother. Her beauty and loving disposition had quickly captivated her new daughters, in fact they acted more like sisters than mother and daughters. Jane had quickly brought stability and a loving atmosphere back into their brownstone home.

Claire had grown up into a beautiful girl. Her face had the exquisite lines and features which captivated everyone. Emma too followed the same family physical traits that set both girls apart from their contemporaries. Timothy, unlike Claire and Emma, was quite oblivious to his own physical perfection. He would blush and hang his head when complimented by his mother or sisters. In fact, he was a painfully shy and very naïve young boy and really thought nothing of himself when it came to his looks.

Timothy had always looked up to his older sister and was captivated by the splendour of her face and body; the truth be told he was totally in awe of her beauty. He was also increasingly aware that his younger sister was already beginning to bear the same physical features. He particularly remembered them both dressed in their tennis outfits on the way to the Rackets Club. Their legs, he thought, were exquisite lithe and strong with beautifully shaped thighs and calves. Their faces with only a hint of makeup put every other girl he had ever seen in the shade.

Emma was quite precocious and fun loving and often, clad in only a long tee-shirt would tease him by pouncing upon him and tickling him or suddenly sit upon his knee while he was watching television. He didn’t know whether she did it deliberately, but she would wriggle about on his knee and stroke the back of his neck while she watched the television with him.

He could not help becoming embarrassingly erect and would quickly jump up and dump her playfully onto the settee before rushing up to his bathroom where he would stand under a cold shower until his penis became flaccid once more. As he grew up, he became increasingly alarmed and ashamed of his erections. What he did not realise was that both sisters would delight in his blushing exit as they smiled knowingly at each other.

Timothy enjoyed a good relationship with his stepmother, although often quite intimidated by her beauty. Jane had immediately recognised his artistic talents soon after she had married his father. She was so impressed that she had changed his school to a private academy that catered more to the creative arts - and after that, rather than send him to university, she had talked to her sister about what direction would be best for his career. The result was the unusual position that he found himself in right now.

There had only been one hiccup in the relationship between Timothy and his new mother; this had happened when Timothy was almost fourteen years old. He had failed to come home on time and had not let his stepmother know that the unscheduled swimming practice he was attending would make him two hours late. Both Claire and Jane had texted and rung his mobile to no avail; unaware that the device hung in his jacket pocket in the school swimming pool changing rooms. Jane had been worried and upset and she, Claire and Emma had waited nervously counting the minutes until Timothy arrived home.

To his sisters’ and Timothy’s surprise, his stepmother had sent him to get showered and had waited until he came down from his bathroom, dressed as he normally would in the evenings, in shorts and tee-shirt. She had taken hold of her fourteen-year-old stepson and without one word had tipped him face down over her knees. She had instructed Claire to fetch her the hairbrush from her dressing table, while unceremoniously, she had pulled down his shorts and underwear and stripped them from his legs. As soon as Claire had given her the hairbrush, she had proceeded to spank him until he was crying and wailing under a dark cloud of pain and embarrassment.

When the spanking was over, she had removed his shirt and stood him in the corner with his face turned to the wall and his hands placed upon the top of his head. Timothy had stood under a cloud of utter humiliation and painful embarrassment. Jane, Claire and young Emma had admired the beautiful body of the chastened and naked young boy. His smooth unblemished skin marred only by his bright red buttocks.

Claire, who was seventeen at the time, had been surprised when she saw that Timothy’s penis was not only fully erect but was throbbing visibly. The beauty of his naked body had startled and delighted her. She found that she could not take her eyes off him.

She thought that every aspect of his physique seemed to be absolute perfection. Her eyes had roamed avidly over every inch of his exquisite form before coming to rest upon his pale, fully erect penis and his bulging scrotum. She had turned towards her stepmother and raised an eyebrow in surprise at his thrusting erection. Jane had whispered to her that sometimes boys would react in this way to the humiliation and the sensation of being spanked.

Surprisingly, Emma, who was then twelve, had sat through the boy’s spanking without showing any expression other than her usual look of boredom. Beneath this brattish façade she had felt a frisson of excitement run through her young body and realised that, for the first time in her young life, it was an unusually vibrant sexual sensation, so intense that she felt herself squeezing her legs together in absolute delight. She had made sure to keep her feelings to herself, although she was thrilled and delighted to be able to examine the naked body of her older brother.

Her thoughts ran so wild, contemplating what it would be like for her to have that sort of control over her brother, that it shocked her. To be able have his naked body over her knees while she spanked him. To make him stand naked while she examined him at her leisure or held his penis and testicles in her hands. Wowee!

She was aware, during Timothy’s chastisement, that her stepmother and her older sister had looked across at her once or twice, obviously trying to see what effect the vision of her naked older brother was having upon her, but she knew that her well-practised insouciant and bored expression had served her well.

Jane had made him stand naked for a full hour before she had sent him to bed. She had followed behind him and had tucked him in before kissing him lovingly on the lips. She had gently explained the severity of the worry he had caused to both her and his sisters. She had stroked his head sympathetically as she explained how wretched she, Claire and Emma had been feeling. His tears of remorse were wiped gently away by his loving stepmother. She had stayed with him gently soothing him until he had fallen asleep. Jane had had no more trouble with Timothy, in fact, the spanking had seemed to deepen their relationship. It was from that time that he called her Mom, whereas Emma thought it far more grown-up to call her Jane.

It had seemed unbelievable to Claire that her stepmother would strip the boy naked in front of her and Emma. Surely she would know that from where she and Emma were sitting that they could see glimpses of his plump scrotum and turgid penis as he kicked his legs in response to the pain in his reddened buttocks. An even greater shock was that the boy was made to stand while Jane removed his tee-shirt, revealing that his penis had swollen mightily and was completely erect, thrusting forward rampantly from the juncture of his thighs.

Claire, like Emma had had similar thoughts as she tried to hide her blushes. She felt a thrill run through her body at the thought of what it would be like to hold his penis and testes in her hands. He was certainly the most beautiful looking boy she had ever seen. She thought that perhaps her stepmother had deliberately stripped him in front of her to add to his humiliation. Once or twice, she had looked across at Emma, but her young sister’s expression showed nothing of her feelings, in fact she had seemed disinterested and bored.

Claire Peterson had been seventeen at the time of Timothy’s chastisement. She could not help herself still occasionally remembering her feelings of arousal as Jane had summarily divested her blushing brother of his shorts and underpants.

Now as Claire turned nineteen, she had already seen many naked young males at the clinical service where she was a final-year BSN Nurse Practitioner. She had given bed baths to lots of young boys, and latterly she had become involved in her company’s school medical examination contract. Although many of her patients were very athletic, strong and fit adolescents; she was aware that none compared to the sheer beauty and good looks of her younger brother.

Claire was an extremely bright girl. Her academic record and accelerated BSN degree had already given her a senior position within the nursing service she worked for. Among the contracts acquired by Elite Medical Services inc., was the care of several private educational establishments. Many small and medium sized boarding schools within New York state shared a clinic for the regular examinations of their students. Claire, along with one other BSN practitioner and two registered nurses attended the Ivy Clinic three times a week where they performed the standard medicals for eighty male pupils over a three-day period.

It had come as quite a shock to Claire when she was first allocated to the educational examination team. Her colleague and fellow BSN practitioner, Susan Parfit had explained what their duties would be, but the actualities would still prove to be a culture shock to the young nurse. The regime as Sue first explained the procedure was:-

Eight boys at a time would enter the examination area. They would be dressed only in gym shorts, their chests and feet bare. The organisation of the boys was usually facilitated by two female teachers who were responsible for making sure that there was always a continuous stream of boys ready for examination.

The first four boys would be told by their teachers to drop their shorts and step forward to ascend four low platforms permanently placed two metres apart. The naked boys would then step up onto the platform. The two BSN practitioners would don their stethoscope and listen to the heartrate of the first and second boy before moving along to the third and fourth. Once this had been accomplished the boys would be instructed to step back off the platform and perform twenty jumping-jacks before stepping back up on to the platform so that their increased heartrates could be rechecked.

When this had been performed, the boys would be instructed to stand with their legs astride and their hands placed upon the top of their heads. The practitioners would then cup the boy’s scrotums and lift their testicles while instructing them to turn their heads and cough. This would be followed by the practitioner grasping the boy’s penis, sliding back his foreskin and retracting it fully while she thoroughly examines the glans and tissue.

The young boys’ degradation did not stop there. The boy would be required to step forward off the platform and turn around. He would be ordered to spread his legs widely apart and bend right over, resting his hands upon the low platform. The practitioner would don a nitrile glove as the nurse would offer up an opened jar of lubricant. The practitioner would lubricate several gloved fingers and wait as the nurse leaned her body over the boy. Her breasts and torso pressing against his back, keeping him in position while she reached to her left and stretched his buttocks apart; whereupon the practitioner would penetrate the boy’s sphincter with at least two fingers, and perform a thorough internal rectal examination.

Once the first four boys had been examined the second row of boys would be told to strip off their shorts as the first boys would file out of the room and another four boys would enter. This regimen would be repeated for each boy until every boy had been examined.

As Nurse practitioners Susan Parfit and Claire Peterson met on the morning of Claire’s first day of their visit to the Ivy Clinic, Susan became a little more candid about Claire’s new duties, especially with the older boys. Sue smiled at Claire as she confided to her friend and colleague.

“We always set some boys aside after we have done their examinations. There is a small anteroom, and we send them through to stand against the wall. They have to stand naked with their hands upon their heads until we are ready for them. There are some screens and a padded examination bed. We take them one at a time behind the screens and extract a semen sample from each of them. You just choose which boys you want to take a sample from. It is supposed to be random, but I always choose the pretty ones. The teachers especially like to watch the procedure, even more so when we make the boy give two samples. You know, one straight after the other while his penis is still ultra-sensitive. You won’t believe how anguished they become.”

Claire’s first day at her new assignment was indeed an eye-opener. To have total control over boys ranging in age from thirteen to eighteen thrilled her. The reality was that the boys were blushing profusely, even as they entered the examination room. Their young and naïve embarrassment thrilled Claire as they were made to drop their shorts. She loved the way they gasped and shivered as she took a firm hold of their young penises and testicles. Every single one of the boys was fully erect even before she first cupped their testicles in the palm of her hand. She delighted in watching their anguished faces as she nonchalantly retracted their foreskins.

All of the female teachers who volunteered to supervise the medicals seemed to be both very young and extremely pretty. It seemed as if they had formed themselves into an exclusive club and had decided between them what their appearance should be to extract the maximum amount of embarrassment from the young schoolboys. They were all similarly beautifully dressed in severe white shirts, sharply tailored from under their breasts down to their slender waists. Their skirts were worn just above the knee and again, all were wearing high heels. Intriguingly, a final similarity was that they carried a rattan cane; their deliberately bright red nails clasped tantalisingly around the crook of the school-sanctioned instrument of punishment.

Claire could not help the shiver of delight that would suddenly run through her body as a teacher would casually swish her cane across the bare bottom of a boy to hurry him up. One younger boy had been so timid that he ran to the corner of the room trying to hide his nakedness. Claire watched in disbelief as the teachers got hold of him. One of them grasped his penis and testicles while the second one stepped behind him and proceeded to administer six strokes of the cane across the quivering cheeks of his bare bottom.

The taking of a semen samples electrified Claire. They varied their methods according to their whim. Sometimes they would have the boy on his hands and knees upon the bench. Either she or Sue would penetrate his bottom and goad his prostrate gland while the other would milk him as if he was a cow. At other times they would have him laid upon his back with a nurse grasping each leg, holding them high and wide. Again, his bottom would be thoroughly probed, and his prostate gland stimulated as his penis was strenuously milked in such a nonchalant manner that his blushing cheeks and trembling lips delighted his rather sadistic female teachers. It seemed that there was always one teacher who would callously squeeze and pinch his nipples at the exact moment of ejaculation.

Claire was well aware that the boys’ gasps and groans, caused the other boys that were waiting against the wall at the other side of the screens to tremble in fear as to what was in store for them. Claire found that she was soon mimicking Susan’s casual subjugation of the timid young boys and, if she were honest, thoroughly thrilled at their embarrassment with every procedure that they performed upon the teenage boys. In general, she thought the boys were very attractive, slim and fit with smooth unblemished skin which was delightful to touch. Once or twice, she would compare a particularly good-looking boy to her younger brother but realised that none of the boys was up to the standard of perfection of Timothy.

The attitude that Susan Parfit adopted had the boys completely at her mercy. One older boy had been particularly distressed during his initial examination. His penis was throbbing visibly even as Susan had just placed her stethoscope against his chest. She had immediately beckoned one of the teachers over to her.

“Would you discipline this young boy for me please. His penis is blatantly erect, and he is obviously showing himself off deliberately and embarrassing my young nurses.” Claire was well aware that the boy was completely humiliated and unable to control his penis - and that the two young nurses were not the least bit embarrassed by his engorged penis but were delighting in his acute mortification.

A young teacher came over to the boy and slapped his hands away from his groin as he instinctively tried to cover up. His face was suffused in red as she instructed him to step off the platform. She took him to the front of the room so that he was visible to everyone including the line of boys who were waiting their turn at the open doorway to the room.

“Bend over and grasp your ankles. Six strokes for you, you naughty boy. If you dare move I will double your punishment.” She beckoned to a second teacher who seemed amused at the boy’s misfortune. Claire thought that the teacher’s pretty face and slender figure would have the boys of the school constantly agitated by her presence.

“Spread your legs wider Simon so that I can hold your penis and testicles out of the way of the cane.” Nonchalantly she reached beneath him and grasped his genitals, her slender fingers pulling his scrotum forward, while her wrist pressed his penis against his groin. She placed her other hand upon his back as she leaned over him.

“Now be a brave boy and take your punishment. I want the nurses to see how severely we punish rude little boys at this school.” Claire watched as the lithe young teacher raised her cane. She could see from between his legs, the slender fingers that held his genitals, suddenly tighten against his scrotum as the swish and crack of the cane permeated the silence of the room. Claire shivered each time the cane struck the boy’s buttocks. She thought how painful it must feel against the trembling bared flesh of his bottom. Although the boy was quaking in pain he remained with his hands clasping his shins until he had received all six firm strokes of the wicked rattan cane.

Tears were running down his cheeks as both teachers stood him upright. His bottom lip was quivering as one of the teachers stood him back up onto the platform. Susan Parfit smiled at both of the young teachers as she spoke.

“Thank you, I can see that your punishment was most effective.” She indicated the boy’s somewhat reduced penis. “However, after his examination, I will perform a double extraction, it may lessen his libido. If you would be so kind as to have him wait in the annexe when I have finished his exam.” Claire quickly became adept at her new role. She realised that there was very little difference between the schools when it came to their complete indifference to the modesty of their male pupils. Three of the schools had a particularly embarrassing and humiliating regime for their male pupils as senior female pupils were used to ensure that the boys were made ready on time for their examination.

It was on her third week that she entered the long corridor to the examination room with her colleague Susan Parfit and the two nurses. She suddenly realised that it was lined on both sides by completely naked boys. Several senior girls, dressed in their smart white shirts and short pleated navy skirts, were standing, equally spaced, facing the blushing young boys. Claire noticed that each girl carried a bamboo cane. The boys were standing with their legs astride and with their hands placed flat upon the tops of their heads.

Again, the boy’s ages seemed to be between thirteen and eighteen years old. One of the senior girls greeted her. The girl seemed very confident as she introduced herself. “I presume you are Nurse Practitioner Peterson. My name is Emily Spencer and I am responsible for having the boys ready for their examination. There are no teaching staff in attendance today, so if there is anything you need please ask me. I am the head girl of the school. Four of the senior girls are already in the examination room, so everyone is ready for you. Unlike some of the other schools, we strip the boys completely in readiness, so things should move along smoothly for you. Would you like me to bring the first eight boys in for you?”

Claire was slightly amused as she thought of how degrading and humiliating it must be for the boys to be standing completely naked under the authority of female fellow pupils. She smiled as she answered the assertive young head-girl. “If you give me a moment I will get one of my nurses to let you know as soon as we are ready.”

As Claire and Susan walked into the examination room with their nurses, they saw three more schoolgirls standing waiting for them. A fourth girl was seated upon a hardbacked chair facing the examination platforms. She held a paddle upon her lap. The paddle seemed to be the same size as a table tennis bat, but with several holes drilled through it. Claire looked at the girl, who immediately stood up and greeted her. “If you have difficulty with any of the boys you may instruct them to come to me and I will discipline them for you Miss. My name is Samantha Carey.”

Claire and Susan winked at each other as they donned their stethoscopes while the two nurses uncovered the medical trolley with its jars, towels, nitrile gloves and other medical paraphernalia. Rather than send one of the nurses, Claire went to the door and beckoned to Emily Spencer. The girl immediately turned to the line of naked boys and addressed them crisply. “Number one to number eight, please. I want the first four of you mount the platforms the rest of you stand against the wall, legs astride and hands upon your heads… off you go.”

Claire and Susan looked at the blushing boys as the first four quickly mounted the platforms. They stood obediently with their legs astride and their hands by their sides. The other four boys stood against the wall with their legs similarly well astride but with their hands placed firmly upon their heads.

As the boys on the platforms looked at the young practitioners and the pretty nurses their faces became increasingly red. Claire and Susan did not spare their embarrassment as they both looked them up and down. Claire was aware that their penises were gradually distending as the boys looked straight ahead, glumly aware of their embarrassing position.

Emily Spencer had entered the room behind the boys and stood to the side so that she could watch them all.

Claire and Susan placed the stethoscope earpieces in their ears as they each moved in front of the first two boys in the row. Claire gently placed her hand around the boy’s waist as she placed the cold diaphragm against his heaving chest. He was a beautiful young boy, she guessed he would be about sixteen years of age. She had already decided that she would stand him aside when she had finished his examination. His skin was smooth and perfect. The blushing cheeks of his beautiful face attested to his timid nature. She let her hand deliberately smooth tantalisingly over his silky skin while moving the diaphragm over his chest. After a few moments, she let the stethoscope hang loose as she instructed the boy. “Stand back down and do your exercise, do you know what to do?”

The boy answered clearly, but there was certain tremor to his voice. “Yes, Nurse Practitioner.” So, Claire thought, they have been taught how to address me correctly. As she stood back she saw that his penis had lengthened and thickened. She thought his proportions were delightful. His pale scrotum bulged beneath his penis as it stirred with the lingering memory of the gentle and sensuous touch of her hands upon his body.

As soon as his feet touched the tiled floor Emily spencer’s voice rang out loud and clear. “Thirty Jumping-Jacks for you Johnathon! Make sure that you are fully extended on every jump. Off you go!” Claire turned towards Emily as if to query the amount of jumps the boy was required to do. Emily quickly spoke to her as Claire watched the boy out of the corner of her eye. “Johnathon is very fit, so I have given him an extra ten. I hope that is alright Nurse Peterson?” Claire smiled at her. “Yes, that is perfect Emily.”

Claire turned her head to watch the boy. His penis was already slapping alternately between his thigh and his torso. She noted how high and vigorously he was able to jump. She thought he looked delightful as he reached the apex of his jump. His legs were spread wide apart and his arms reached out in a perfect spread-eagle. She was aware that Susan had also spared him some of her attention. She watched each jump avidly, even noting exactly the moment when his penis became so stiff that it ceased to slap against his body. As he came to a halt, she saw the utter embarrassment and guilt written all over his pretty face. His penis was at a perfect ninety-degree angle to his pubis. It had thickened and lengthened to an exquisite proportion. Claire felt quite predatory as Emily Spencer spoke to him. “Quickly now, up on the platform Johnathon!”
Claire moved forward and held his waist as she ran the diaphragm over his chest. Although he was breathing deeply she realised that the boy was indeed extremely fit and that his heart rate had only risen to the high nineties.

Claire looked at him straight in the eye as she spoke softly. “Hands upon your head.” The boy blushed to a deeper shade of red as he realised what was to happen. “That’s the way, now in a moment I want you to turn your head and give me a nice big cough… not yet… I will tell you when.” Claire wanted to be able to look into his face as she brought the cupped palm of her hand up between his legs.

She thrilled and delighted in the involuntary shiver that ran through his body as she clasped her fingers around the soft bulging skin of his scrotum. She squeezed gently, feeling the soft orbs of his perfect testes move deliciously within the scrotal sac. The greatest thrill was looking into his sweet face as she observed his acute embarrassment. She let her fingers gently caress the flesh while holding his gaze. It was almost as if she did not want to let go. At last she instructed him. “Turn your head to your right and give me a nice big cough.” Her voice was almost sensual as she watched him turn his head before she looked down at his bared genitalia. There was very little hair around his penis and none at all over his scrotum. His penis jutted out perfectly straight from his pubis. The pale prepuce just revealed the very tip of the equally pale glans. Perfect, she thought. Such a delightful boy. His cough was thorough and yet she asked him to repeat it three times before she let go of his scrotum.

“You may turn your head back while I examine your penis.” She looked right into his face as it suffused his pretty cheeks with a fresh flush of crimson. She had chosen her words carefully to increase his embarrassment. How humiliating for him she thought, as she took a firm grip of the shaft of his penis with her left hand before deliciously savouring the moment that her fingers delicately slipped the soft skin of his prepuce firmly down the shaft until the skin stretched tighter and tighter.

Her eyes looked right into his as she fully bared the head and all of the sensitive membranes of his penis. She felt it throb urgently between her fingers. She could tell that he was fully aware of how far she had retracted his foreskin. Now I have you, she thought as she let go of the base of the shaft and deliberately let her slender fingertips graze over the coronal rim of the glans. The shiver that ran through his body delighted her. It seemed as if her deliberate eye contact had exacerbated his shame making him shudder, a quake of utter anguish as she lowered her gaze to inspect the object of his distress. A second huge tremor shook him through and through as Claire deliberately probed into the tip of his urethra with her fingernail. The pads of her other fingers smoothed over the silky coronal rim. His legs began to shiver spasmodically as she teased his flesh. The sudden violent pulse from his penis signalled its imminent warning. Claire quickly caught hold of herself and, as if his penis had suddenly grown red-hot, she let him go.

His distress was such that he did not seem to hear her instruction as she told him to turn around and bend over with his hands upon the platform. A sharp crack was heard throughout the room and Claire realised that the Head girl had moved between the platforms and had administered a swift and sharp stroke of her bamboo cane to his buttocks. Her sharp rebuke seem to bring the boy to his senses. “Come along boy, pay attention to the Nurse Practitioner, turn around and bend over with your legs spread wide apart and your hands upon the platform.

Claire stood back and watched as her assisting nurse passed her a nitrile glove and held out the open jar of clear lubricant. Claire coated her gloved hand copiously before watching the young nurse help position the boy and then lean gracefully over his back. The nurse then inserted the fingertips of both hands between the crease of his bottom.

Claire heard him gasp as the nurse stretched both cheeks widely apart. She now had a clear view of the tight little stricture of his sphincter. Could there be anything neater she thought, as she delicately smoothed her fingertips over the tiny opening. His sudden shiver of reaction was quickly stifled by the young nurse. Claire probed his timid sphincter, delighting in the boys involuntary reaction as his timid little opening seemed to recoil at each touch of her fingertips.

She probed more diligently, watching carefully as the tight ring of muscle seemed to give way to her insistent pressure.

“Just relax your little bottom for me.”

Her voice was almost mesmerising to the young boy as her forefinger slid up into his bottom. Little by little she goaded his sphincter to make way for her practised infiltration. Suddenly she withdrew her forefinger until only the tip was inside him. With a deft and familiar twist of her hand, she impaled him with two fingers. His cry of alarm turned into a guttural grunt as she deftly slid both fingers firmly up into his bottom.

She knew that the boy was near to ejaculating as she quickly reached between his legs with her free hand and encased his scrotum. She pulled his testicles back gently until the scrotal sac was stretched tight. The nurse looked at her and nodded with approval. Claire made sure that she had his testicles firmly encased and tightly held back before she let the fingers that were inside his bottom roam over his prostate gland.

The boy gasped in alarm as she smoothed her fingers over the sensitive internal gland. She could feel that the vulnerable little mound inside his bottom was almost bursting full of his boy juices. She slowly retracted her fingers from his bottom and made sure that there were no sudden pulsations as she released the pressure from his scrotum.

She nodded for the nurse to release his buttocks but indicated for her to remain leaning over his back. As Claire stood back, she could see the imprint of the sharp stroke of the cane delineating both mounds of his buttocks. On an impulse she raised her hand and smacked his bottom three times before nodding to her nurse for her to release the boy. The boy straightened up quickly but did not turn around. Claire noticed that Emily was standing by her side. “Stay where you are Johnathon until the Nurse practitioner dismisses you.”

Claire felt the young Head Girl tug at the belt of her tunic. She moved back from the boy and turned towards the girl who inclined her head towards the space behind her. Claire followed aware that the girl wanted a word with her. “Sorry to interrupt Miss, but Matron asked whether I would have a word with you about Johnathon.” Claire nodded and moved away from the boy and out of earshot. “Yes, what is it?” Emily smiled gratefully at her.

“Well Miss, boys at St. Thomas are forbidden to masturbate. They are caned if they are caught, but Matron is aware that there must be some physical release. There is a medical rota for boys that have reached puberty which entails their semen being extracted on a regular basis. This is carried out by Matron or one of our two school nurses. There are also volunteers among some members of the teaching staff. All of our teachers are female and most of them have volunteered to take care of the baser needs of our boys at some time or other. Matron wondered whether you would set the boy aside for extraction so that you could ascertain whether you think he is indulging in masturbation or, as she suspects, has been fighting off a growing need. Johnathon Foster is quite naïve, and has up to date, never been in any kind of trouble. Matron suspects that he has reached puberty very late and, as yet, has never ejaculated.”

Claire had to smile. She had definitely intended to milk the young boy, but until she had felt his prostate she had not suspected that he might never have ejaculated. With the information Emily had imparted, she was almost sure that the boy had deliberately supressed his sexual feelings.

“Well Emily, having examined his prostate gland, I am inclined to agree with Matron.” Emily smiled at Claire. “I am so pleased Miss erm… I mean Nurse Practitioner Peterson. I really like Johnathon and I am sure that he will benefit.” Emily smiled again as she approached the boy. “Bend over and touch your toes, Johnathon.” The boy immediately obeyed. Claire looked on with interest as Emily took a marker pen from her skirt pocket. She bent over the boy and wrote ‘EE’ upon his left buttock. Claire was slightly puzzled at the abbreviation until she realised the ‘E’ was for extraction. Could the other ‘E’ stand for ‘Extra’ she wondered.

Johnathon’s two extractions were as dramatic as Claire thought that they would be. She had really felt for the young boy as she had watched the two nurses and Emily help to hold him in place as she and Susan had extracted his semen. She had not believed that a young boy of Johnathon’s age could become so distressed, even allowing for the fact that he was ejaculating for the first time in his young life. She and Susan Parfit had left Emily to console him as they finished up their paperwork. Later, as they were ready to leave, she saw Emily nonchalantly moving his turgid penis this way and that as she carefully washed between bottom cheeks and all around the genitalia of the distressed young Johnathon.

It was only as she got back home that she wondered about her younger brother. It had suddenly occurred to her that Timothy and Johnathon would be almost the same age. As beautiful a boy as Johnathon surely was, Claire knew that he could not compare to her younger brother. How wonderful, she mused, it would be to be able to have Timothy under her authority, to inspect and examine his beautiful flawless body in the same way that she examined those timid young schoolboys. She had often wondered about Timothy. She knew that he had obviously reached puberty but had no idea beyond that whether he was sexually active. She decided that at some point in time she would have a word with Jane about Timothy. She would hate to think that he was in the same position as the young boy she had just examined.

Helen Walker looked across from her glass office wall to watch her young protege. She had already looked at her monitor, which could mirror any of the work being performed in the studio and had seen the intricate and delicate illustration that he was working on. He had quickly proved to be invaluable to the agency, his work delighted her, and his innate skills had pleased and gratified her clients. For Helen, it was not just his work that delighted her; Timothy was truthfully the most beautiful young man she had ever set eyes upon. His face was perfection as was his physique. She found him to be absolutely enchanting and occasionally she would tease him with comments such as: “My, my, Timothy… you are such a handsome boy, I bet all the girls have fallen for you!” She would watch his blushing face turn from red to a livid purple as he flushed with embarrassment.

All of the finishing artists that worked upon the open plan floor were female. Helen had found that girls generally produced neater and tidier finished artwork. She had often noticed the girls whispering to each other in sly confidences as he would walk across the floor when she occasionally summoned him to her office.

She looked at her watch and realised that she was going to have to hurry if she was to have a word with Timothy before the insurance company personnel arrived.

Unknown to Timothy, but quite common practise for larger companies, he would be undergoing a ‘spot-check’ medical. This was always performed without notice so that the insurance company could establish, with a certain degree of certainty, whether the employee was clear of drug use and/or detrimental medication. His person and his office would also be searched for drugs and suspect medication.

It was twenty minutes later that Helen was saying her final words to Timothy. “So that’s it Timothy, you are permanently on the payroll at a much-improved salary. There will be a medical examination to undergo for the insurance company at some point, but apart from that you may consider yourself hired.” She stood and shook his hand before quickly ushering him out of her office.

Timothy was on cloud nine and there was a confidence in his walk across the busy floor towards his office door. His confidence had been bolstered by Miss Sorensen who had winked at him and made him blush with her remark as she followed him out of Miss Walkers office. “Well done, my favourite pretty young man. It looks like I will be seeing a lot more of you.”

Although he was still blushing at Michelle’s words, he was completely unaware of the smirks and titters from some of the girls who were better informed than he was as to what was in store for him that morning.

His presence in the office, since he had started work at the De Montford Agency, had caused much speculation and interest amongst the twenty or so girls that worked upon the open-plan floor. They were intrigued by his good looks and his lithe swimmer’s body even though he was still a very young boy.

They all knew that he was painfully shy and often teased him with the odd but subtle double-entendre, making him blush in confusion. He had taken to walking around the perimeter of the office rather than risk the embarrassing remarks by walking directly across the floor close to their desks and computer workstations. Today, such was his bolstered confidence, he walked straight across the floor. As he reached his office door he became aware of their whispers and amusement but dismissed it as the usual girlish teasing. He took off his suit jacket and prepared to continue work on his large graphics tablet with renewed vigour.

It could not have been more than thirty minutes later that there was single knock upon his office door. It was opened immediately, and a young girl walked in. Timothy was surprised that she had not waited for him to invite her in and looked up from his drawing tablet in surprise. She was smartly dressed in a blue striped silk shirt and navy skirt. Her blonde hair was brushed back and tied behind her head. She was lightly made up and Timothy realised that she was not much older than he was. Sue Parfit could not believe her luck when she had received her brief this morning that she would be seeing her best friend’s younger brother. She intended to make the most of her day.

Although Susan Parfit was only three-years older than Timothy she was already very experienced and confident in her job. She was a very pretty girl with an intelligent face. Her small mouth was almost petulant and revealed her perfect teeth as she talked. Her well defined cheekbones and almond shaped grey eyes gave her an air of authority. There was a firmness to her stance and attitude that required attention. She looked at the young boy almost disdainfully, immediately putting him at a disadvantage.

“Timothy Peterson, I am Susan Parfit, I am from the insurance company that will be underwriting your new employment contract. Would you come with me please? He looked at her, his face beginning to blush at the confident and authoritative way she spoke to him. He stood up straight and reached for his jacket. “No, don’t put your jacket on, give it to me and I will carry it. Miss Walker has arranged that we may use the boardroom for your insurance assessment so please walk in front of me.” She gave him a cool professional smile that held no warmth. She held her arm out towards the open door indicating that he should leave immediately. Timothy found himself blushing as he handed her his jacket and walked in front of her before turning left out of the door towards the corridor that led to the boardroom. The titters and remarks from the floor of finishing artists was far more pronounced as he walked past them. He knew his face was flushed to a bright red but could not help himself.

Timothy walked quickly towards the boardroom, acutely aware of the staccato percussion of the thin stiletto heels of the girl walking closely behind him. He felt confused and embarrassed as he opened the solid teak door of the boardroom. The voice from behind him was sharp and authoritative as she spoke firmly. “Please stop at the desk on your right. I have several forms for you to fill in.”

Timothy headed for the office desk, which was usually laden with refreshments during board meetings. He looked around the boardroom in astonishment. At the far end of the long twenty-seater boardroom table there had been set up a modern electronic examination table. Two men in green smocks were making obvious final adjustments to the table under the watchful eyes of two female uniformed clinicians. The white tunics the females wore were beautifully tailored and showed off their trim figures. The older nurse was speaking to the two men who nodded to her several times before exiting through the double doors at the far end of the room.

He thought the older nurse would be in her early twenties whereas the younger nurse would be eighteen or so, a similar age to that of the young girl who was now seating herself at the desk in front of him. He noted that there was a plethora of beakers and medical paraphernalia set upon a white cloth covering the end of the boardroom table next to the examination couch. He did not immediately associate the examination table or the presence of the two nurses to himself.

His attention was quickly brought back to Miss Parfit. “Please stand in front of the desk and face me and pay attention. You may address me as Miss Parfit. I need you to sign these forms and answer some questions. This is a mandatory requirement for all new employees and cannot be circumvented. Unless you comply you will not be eligible for employment with this company. Do you understand me?”

Timothy felt suddenly embarrassed and confused. He started to speak. “What is this erm… Miss…” The girl cut him off immediately. “As I have already said to you, this interview and search is mandatory. My questions to you are confidential and will only be on record to your employer. If you refuse to cooperate then you will not be eligible for employment. Do you fully understand what I am saying?”

Timothy suddenly felt very small standing in front of the determined young girl. Her authoritative manner seemed to have quickly made him understand the seriousness of what she was saying.

“I need you to concentrate on the forms and questions I have for you. So, let me begin.”

She placed his jacket on the far end of the desk and picked up a sheaf of forms and read from the top sheet. “Do you agree to a search of your person and clothing for the presence of illegal drugs?” She looked up at him enquiringly. Timothy stammered a reply. “Yes… Miss Parfit.” She pushed the top form across to him and placed a pen next to it. “Please sign at the bottom.” Timothy leaned forward and rested his hand upon the table as he signed the form. He could not sit as there was no chair at his side of the desk. She took the form and read from the next sheet. “Do you have any criminal convictions?” He stammered again. “…No Miss Parfit.”

“Do you drink alcohol?” “Erm no Miss Parfit.” She ticked off several other items on the form relating to amounts and types of beer and spirits.

She pushed the form over to him and asked him to sign.

“How would you describe your sexual orientation. Are you heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, transexual or do you practice a sexuality that I have not listed?”

Timothy blushed profusely. “Erm no I am erm… normal… I mean heterosexual.” Again, she pushed the form over for him to sign.

“Do you, or have you ever taken drugs of any kind?”

“Erm… no Miss Parfit.”

“What about prescription drugs?”

“Erm no Miss Parfit. I think I might have had some Aspirin once when I was younger and had influenza.”

Do you smoke, or have you ever smoked?

Timothy looked at her pretty face as he answered. “No Miss Parfit.”

The young girl ticked off all the boxes on the form and pushed it across the desk along with a ballpoint pen for him to sign. “Please sign at the bottom, Timothy.”

Timothy watched her, feeling quite intimidated by her stern questioning and general demeanour towards him. She reached for his jacket and looked up at him. “Please remove your shirt and tie while I search your jacket. I want to check your arms for injection marks. Place your clothing on the desk please.” Timothy blushed immediately as she began to rifle through the pockets of his jacket. She did not look up again and Timothy was left dumfounded at the prospect of removing his shirt in front of her. He wanted to ask her whether removing his shirt was really necessary. He would have asked the question if she had looked at him, but she did not.

Slowly his hand went to his collar and he undid the top button and loosened his tie before slipping it from his neck and laying it on the table where his jacket had been. He knew that his face was bright red as he undid each button of his shirt and pulled it from his suit pants. In his embarrassment he looked towards the far end of the room to where the clinicians had been standing. He suddenly realised that they had left the room and that he was now alone with Miss Parfit.

Resigned and embarrassed he undid his cuffs and removed his shirt. He laid it upon the desk and looked at her. He felt utterly embarrassed at having a young girl order him to remove his shirt. He could feel the air of the room upon his skin, it seemed very odd to be bare chested in the office boardroom. He noticed that his wallet and several other items were laid in front of her. His wallet was open with the compartments loosened. He watched as she examined inside each one before she finally looked up at him.

“Stand close to the desk and stretch your arms out towards me with your palms upwards.” He blushed as she looked him up and down. Her expression held no hint of what she was thinking as she watched him comply with her instruction.

Timothy blushed again and realised that his body was shivering as he felt her cool fingers take hold of his left wrist. She pulled his arm towards her, his hand almost touching her breast as she smoothed the fingers of her other hand over his skin from elbow to wrist. Her expression was non-committal as she pressed against the skin until she was satisfied. She took his right wrist, this time her fingers curled right around the wrist as she held his arm firmly, pulling it towards her until it was stretched out straight. She repeated the smoothing of her fingers down the length of his arm. Her touch seemed almost sensual and Timothy felt himself blushing quite profusely as she held his wrist and stroked her long cool fingers down his arm several more times before she let him go.

Susan was delighted to feel him shiver as she completed her examination of his skin. She had thrilled as she looked at his bare chest and torso. She noted with delight that his nipples had stiffened and become erect as she had touched his arms. She thought his body was delightful. He was the youngest and most beautiful male that she had ever had to examine for an insurance exam, and she was exhilarated at the thought of what was to come.

She placed his jacket next to his shirt and tie and looked up at his blushing face. She displayed none of her excitement as she spoke to him in same matter-of-fact tone. “Come around to this side of the desk please.” She indicated where he should stand as she swivelled her chair towards the side and waited for him to obey her.

Timothy felt even more embarrassed as he moved to the side of the desk and looked at her. She looked demure and foreboding. Her pretty knees were pressed together with her feet tidily placed to the side. He noted how neatly she was dressed, with her skirt finishing just above her knees. Her beautiful bare legs were lightly tanned, and the skin was flawless. She looked up at him as she spoke again.

“Remove your shoes and socks and give them to me please. Use the safety step to rest your foot.” Timothy found himself blushing again as he placed his foot onto the little safety platform which had been placed at the side of her desk and began to undo his laces. He could feel the heat from his cheeks as the blood rushed to his face. He did not dare to look at her pretty legs as he fumbled with his laces. He placed his shoes together and removed his socks. She prompted him. “Place your socks in your shoes and hand them to me.” She took the shoes from him and looked into his face.

“Remove your suit pants and lay them here on the edge of the desk.” She did not wait to observe the shock on his face as she swivelled her chair to face forward again and placed the shoes and socks on the desk in front of her. She began to examine them, ignoring the boy. She was well aware that he would be in a dilemma but knew that if she ignored him for long enough he would obey. She listened for any movement as she looked into his shoes and felt around inside them. To her delight, she heard the sound of his belt being undone.

Timothy felt utterly humiliated as he loosened his belt. He knew that even if he questioned the necessity of removing his trousers, it would be futile. He felt absolutely dizzy with embarrassment. His lips were trembling, and his cheeks felt as if they were on fire. Glumly he unzipped his suit pants, steadying himself on the corner of the desk as he slipped the pants over his feet. He felt gauche and idiotic as she turned towards him, her eyes glancing at his striped boxer shorts as she took the trousers and immediately began to search the pockets.

Timothy watched as she carefully searched his trousers, her fingers running up the seams and around the waistband. He seemed to be cocooned in a thick fog of utter embarrassment. His image of her seemed blurred and he realised that his eyes were watering. He knew that his body was shivering and could not help himself from feeling utterly distressed. He watched in dread as she turned towards him and looked at his blushing face. She did not address him straight away but reached out to a flat, opaque white plastic bag that was laid upon the desk. She lifted the package and tore open the top. Timothy could see that it was marked ‘STERILE’ in red letters upon the underside. He watched her pretty body twist to her right as she took out a pair of latex gloves. Dextrously she slipped them on to her hands in a well-practiced manner. She snapped each wrist menacingly and wriggled her fingers as she looked him in the eye.

“Drop your shorts and give them to me.” For the first time she remained watching him as she issued the instruction.

Timothy could not hold the tear of utter humiliation that ran down his cheek as he looked at her glumly. He knew from her stern appearance that he could not refuse. In a haze of almost surreal and embarrassing belittlement, he put his hands to the waistband of his shorts.

Susan could see the pleading look upon his face as it turned to a deep red. Her own features remained impassive as, slowly and nervously, he began to lower his boxer shorts. Each breath that he took seemed to be expelled in a sigh as he uncovered himself. She watched calmly as she caught the first glimpse of his plump, turgid penis and then his bulging scrotum, as it came into her view. Delightful, she thought, what an exquisite sight. A beautiful adolescent boy, reluctantly baring himself in front of her. His skin was flawless. His smoothly, well-toned physique was quite perfect in her view. The contour of his thighs and calves all in perfect proportion. She examined his penis and testicles… again perfectly proportioned and an utter delight to her eyes.

She held out her hand and waited for him to hand her the shorts. She noted that his entire body was shivering as she took the shorts from his nervous fingers. She stood up and spoke to him as she laid the shorts on top of her desk, spurning the opportunity to examine them.

“Stand up straight with your hands at your sides and lower your head with your chin upon your chest.” She moved forward and stepped up onto the little safety platform, which was about a fifteen-inch elevation from the floor. She looked closely at the distraught and naked young boy, before placing both of her nitrile gloved hands upon his shoulders She pressed her fingers against his flesh making him move a few inches closer until his toes were under the platform. His downturned face was almost touching her firm conical young breasts. She knew that her nipples were hard and were pressing deliciously against the silk of her shirt. She felt him shudder as she spoke to him, her voice much softer, almost intimate.

“I am going to look through your hair, Timothy.” She felt his body shiver delightfully as deliberately, she reached out at either side of his head, letting her delicate fingers brush against his blushing cheeks as she placed the gloved fingers of both hands against the nape of his neck. She was well aware of the erogenous zones at the back of the neck and around the ears and she fully intended to titillate them so that his deliciously plump penis was nicely aroused by the time she had finished. She knew that his entire vision was now restricted to the close-up view of her breasts and the silk-covered shape of her erected nipples.

Timothy could not stop his body from shivering. He was utterly ashamed of his nakedness and was dizzy with humiliation at having to stand entirely naked in front of the pretty young girl. He shuddered in dread as the first stab of arousal ran through his loins. He was mortified at the thought of his penis erecting in front of her. The feel of her hands was soft and sensual as she began to tease the short hair at the nape of his neck. He shivered in alarm as he felt his penis pulse in response. He could see her upthrust young breasts almost touching his face as he stood in shame. Her delicate perfume assailed his nostrils as his burning crimson countenance bowed down upon his chest as if he had been made to stand in the corner of a school classroom in disgrace.

The pure and agonising shame of being under the authority of such a young girl, who was officially sanctioned to make him strip naked while she examined him and touched him as she saw fit, seemed so embarrassing and humiliating that he experienced a knife-like sensation that seemed to penetrate the core of his brain. It was as if he could hear a high-pitched keening sound accompanying the pain. The sensation seemed to be a physical verification of indignity, shame, humiliation and utter anguish. He could not seem to contain his emotions - they seemed to be entirely beyond his control.

Her fingers were moving delicately through his hair as if she was caressing him rather than searching his hair; each soft and gentle touch seemed to add a responding pulse to his penis as the blood rushed through his vessels aiding the swelling of his most intimate and shamefully displayed appendage.

Suddenly, he felt the tip of his penis brush against her skirt as he began to erect fully. He jerked his hips backwards in alarm. Immediately he heard her voice. “Keep still and stand up straight. Keep your hands at your sides. You are making things difficult for yourself… now keep perfectly still!”

Timothy muttered as he stood cowed in utter disgrace. Her fingers moved around his ears, sensuously moving over his skin as if he was being seduced. He shivered again as his penis jerked upward, the tip brushing firmly against her skirt. He thought that she must have felt it, and yet she made no comment.

Miss Parfit felt a thrill of delight course through her body. She felt alive and vibrant as she felt his erect penis press firmly against her thigh. She knew that he was fully erect, the flesh of his penis was hard and unyielding against her leg. She gently let her thighs brush across the tip of his erect penis. Yes, no boy could be harder than this. Got you my timid little boy, she thought as she let her fingertips brush down his burning cheeks. She placed a finger under his chin and raised his head. “Good boy Timothy, now let me get down from the platform. She kept her hand under his chin, making sure that his blushing face was turned towards her so that he could not evade her steady gaze.

She gracefully stepped back off the platform before instructing him. “Stand up onto the platform with your legs astride until your feet are against each edge. Then I want you to raise your arms and place your hands upon your head while I look at the hair under your armpits.”

She felt his body shiver as he followed her instruction. She took her hand from under his chin so that he could look down to align his feet to the very edges of the small, portable platform. She watched as his face flushed once more as he looked down towards his feet, she knew that his erect penis now filled his view as he nervously raised his arms and placed his hands flat upon his head.

“Now keep still while I examine you.” She could see his lips were trembling and there were tears of shame and embarrassment in his eyes as she stood back and looked directly at the juncture of his thighs.

She was delighted with the sight that greeted her. His penis was fully erect and seemed to be throbbing constantly. The tip was moving up and down in small increments as the blood pulsed wildly within the shaft. She estimated his erect penis to be at least eight and a half inches long, possibly nine. His scrotum bulged with the fullness of his plump testes. She thought that the pale smooth flesh of his youthful genitals looked delightful. His neat pubic hair was unusually straight and fine, and only extended to a very small patch around the base of the shaft of his penis. There seemed to be no covering of hair at all upon his scrotum. His penis, which was perfectly straight, had been neatly and beautifully circumcised so that the skin of his prepuce formed a tidy circle of skin, allowing just the very tip of the glans to be visible. Utter perfection, she thought!

Timothy felt near to fainting with mortification. He had had no experience to compare with the embarrassment and indignity he was feeling. The sharp sliver of pain in his head seemed to amplify his sense of dread and overwhelming shame. The young girl’s pretty face showed a sardonic expression that exacerbated his embarrassment. He felt that he could not cope with the torturous humiliation and yet he knew that there was no escape. He felt his face suddenly burn with a huge flush of blood to his cheeks as he saw her nonchalantly examining his penis and testicles. He could do nothing but stand naked with his legs astride and his hands placed upon his head. Completely and openly displayed to a pretty young girl and unable hide his shameful erection. He could feel tears form in his eyes from his total and absolute ignominy.

Slowly Miss Parfit raised her head until she was looking into his eyes. There was guilt written all over his face. He seemed utterly ashamed and distressed as she moved forward. She felt his body shiver as she allowed his penis to press against the fine silk covering of her breasts, while she placed her left hand around his waist and smoothed the fingers of her right hand upwards. She let her hand caress his flesh from his waist towards the sparse hair of his armpit. She smoothed her fingers firmly against the firm pale skin so as not to tickle him. Her cheek brushed against his chest as she moved her attention to his other armpit. She breathed in deeply, inhaling his fresh smell of soap and lemon cologne. She noted that his flesh had reacted to her touch in the form of goosebumps. His naked body was shivering from head to toe as she dropped her hands and moved back. She saw that his penis was throbbing even more urgently. She looked into his face waiting until his eyes met hers before she spoke.

“Timothy I can no longer ignore your erect penis. You are being a very rude little boy and I am not going to tolerate this kind of behaviour unless you manage to control yourself.

You are embarrassing me, and therefore I am allowed to take any precaution I see fit to ensure that I complete your examination to my satisfaction. I must inform you that your employment contract relies upon my completion of this examination.” Her pretty features were reminiscent of that of a spoiled child who fully intended to get her own way. Her petite mouth seemed even more appealing as she pressed her lips firmly together as she looked disdainfully at his blushing face.

“Now… do I have to call your agency principal, Miss Walker, or are you going to behave? Perhaps, you would actually prefer that I call Miss Walker to come and sort you out?”

At that very moment, Timothy fervently wished for a hole to appear in the ground and swallow him up. The keening sound in his head seemed to knife into his brain. His entire body was shivering in distress, his humiliation paramount and all enveloping. His bottom lip was trembling, and his cheeks had succumbed to a flush of an almost purple hue as he struggled to protest. “Oh Miss, I am so sorry. Oh, please Miss… please don’t call Miss Walker, I couldn’t bear that. Please Miss, I don’t know what to do.”

“Are you telling me that this is involuntary, Timothy?”

“Oh Miss, I don’t mean to be rude. Oh, really Miss, I just don’t know why it is happening. Please Miss I am so ashamed of myself… please believe me Miss.”

Sue realised that the boy might be near to fainting through his utter distress. She had witnessed it several times with young boys at their school examinations. She decided to change tack immediately.

“Alright Timothy, I believe you. I will ignore your erection. Now stand up straight and keep your hands firmly upon your head while I continue.”

With utter delight, Miss Parfit reached forward with both hands. She carefully touched the shaft of his penis with the fingertips of her left hand and pushed the throbbing appendage to the side as she gently ran her finger through his small amount of fine pubic hair. She felt his body shiver, it was an involuntary quake of his entire naked form. She was delighted with the deep throb that emanated from his penis as soon as she had touched it. She looked up into his face as she spoke to him. She was delighted to see the boy’s profound embarrassment. His bottom lip was quivering, and his pretty cheeks were flushed with a deep red.

Timothy, I have to retract your prepuce to look beneath it. Are you able to control yourself while I examine your penis?

Timothy could hardly see her pretty face through his watery eyes. He spoke, his voice quivering. “Oh, please Miss, I hope so Miss Parfit. I don’t know what to say. I have never been in such a position.”

Susan was delighted as she looked at the young boy. “Alright Timothy, just stand there and try and get control of yourself. I will give you a few moments to compose yourself. Would you like me to allow you five minutes?”

“Oh, yes Miss. Thank you Miss.”

Susan sat down upon her chair and leaned over to the other side of her desk and retrieved her phone from her satchel which she had left there.

Susan turned towards the boy again. Seemingly she was ignoring him, keeping her head tilted downwards towards her phone as she began to type rapidly with her thumbs ignoring any hindrance from the nitrile gloves. She was fully aware of the inward battle he was fighting with his feelings. She finished with her phone and turned to the sheaf of forms upon her desk and began to read.

The text Claire received astonished her as she opened it. The full-length photograph of her naked brother showed him standing with his hands placed upon his head. His blushing face looked utterly distressed. His legs were spread wide and his penis was fully erect standing straight out from the juncture of his thighs. His bulging scrotum looked to be full to bursting with his plump testes. She smiled to herself as she read the text beneath.

‘I presume this is your delicious brother. Who would have thought that I would have him in my clutches (the poor boy). I am having to give him five minutes to control himself, so little does he know! I am still doing his compulsory search, haven’t yet penetrated his beautiful little botty. How many fingers do you suggest? He’s got a full medical to go through before I am finished with him, poor baby. The picture has turned out well don’t you think! X Sue.’

Although Claire was amused at the text, there was a frisson of jealousy that troubled her as she sat in the canteen of the Ivy Clinic before the start of her school examinations. She knew that when she got back to the office, she would immediately seek out Susan to find out the details of her brothers embarrassing examination.

It had been a good five minutes when Susan turned her swivel chair back towards Timothy. The boy was still flushed but as Sue looked down at his groin she could see that his penis although swollen, was no longer erect.

She did not speak for fear of alerting his thoughts to her impending action. She simply reached forward and grasped his penis firmly. She could not help feeling a certain thrill at being in the enviable position to simply do as she liked to such a beautiful young boy. There was no mistaking the shiver that ran through his body as deftly, she slipped the fingers of her other hand around the glans and drew the prepuce back down the shaft. She did it such a no-nonsense fashion that Timothy felt utterly subjugated. Sue felt an immediate throb run through the thickened flesh of his member as she stretched the skin back tightly to its absolute limit. She held it while she examined the skin beneath. His penis began to throb constantly as she smoothed her fingers over the smooth, sensitive membrane before she quickly let him go.

“Well done Timothy. Now go around to the other side of the desk and bend over with your chest flat on the surface. I will make some space for you. Sue quickly folded the clothes that were strewn on the surface and moved her papers to the side before extracting a tube of lubricant and box of wipes from the sterile package. She waited while Timothy was stood facing her on the other side of the desk. “Right place your legs as widely apart as you can manage… and then lay your chest on the desk. Place your head on your hands so that your cheek is resting on them. Do you think you can manage that?”

Timothy seemed a lot steadier as he answered her. “Yes Miss Parfit.” Although, almost punch-drunk with embarrassment, Timothy carefully obeyed her instructions, including spreading his legs obediently as widely as he could manage. He laid his head on his hands and turned his face towards the side of the room.

Sue took the lubricant and walked around the desk, aware that the boy’s eyes followed her every move until she had positioned herself behind him and he could no longer see her. Deliciously Sue laid her hand upon the small of his back and spoke to him. “When do you usually go to the toilet, Timothy? Do you have a set routine?” She could just see his look of consternation as he raised his head. “Just rest your head back on your hands and answer my question.”

Timothy stuttered as he answered her. “Oh, erm… first thing in the morning… erm Miss.” She was pleased with his answer. “Is that the only time you go, to sit down I mean… first thing in the morning?”

“Yes Miss Parfit.”

“Right, Timothy. I am required by your company’s insurers to perform a cavity search of your anus and up into your rectum.” She was delighted with the shiver that ran through his body at her pronouncement.

“Now you will have to be a good boy and just relax while I feel inside your bottom.”

Her voice was almost a murmur as she spoke the next words. “Now, just relax for me, Timothy.”

She felt his entire body suddenly shudder as she slid her hand down from the small of his back and onto his buttocks. She could already see his neat little sphincter, and as she pressed one cheek to the side she was able to admire how neat the small stricture of the opening was. She took her hand away and began to lubricate the fingers of her right glove.

Once her glove was suitably lubricated, she held her hand curled upward into a claw, gently moving his buttock to the side with the back of her hand until her fingers were in position. Quickly, she stretched the other buttock with her free hand and pressed the lubricated fingers firmly against his sphincter.

“Take a deep breath please.” Deftly, she plied her fingertips against the tight little opening for barely a moment before confidently slipping her forefinger straight up through his sphincter. She heard him grunt and expel his breath as she triumphantly slid the entire length of her finger up into his quivering bottom.

“Hooo… ooh. Oh.” Timothy could not help voicing his reaction to the intense sensation. Sue laid her free hand upon his back and quieted him.

“Just relax, this won’t take too long if you relax.”

Sue drew her fingertip back towards the opening of his bottom and pressed the flesh downward. She pressed her middle finger tightly against the forefinger and slipped both firmly back through his sphincter until her two fingers were fully embedded within his bottom.

“Humph” Timothy could not help expelling his breath and shuddering at the incredible pressure he felt within his bottom.

He found his position so embarrassing and humiliating that he could not believe that this was happening to him. A pretty girl, not much older than he was, had complete control over his body. He could feel every nuance of her fingers as they moved inside him. It was with utter trepidation that he tried to prepare himself for each movement of her fingers. Each sensation seemed to herald an even deeper penetration as she explored deep inside his bottom. He found himself holding his breath in anticipation of her next incursion.

“Now Timothy, I want you to keep your bottom relaxed and very still for this next bit.”

Suddenly, her fingers seemed to entrench upon something so deep-rooted inside his bottom that he gasped loudly, expelling all the breath from his lungs in one loud gasp.

“Oh… hooo, arggh.”

It was if she had found the very core of his body. He felt a spear of sensation shoot through his loins. A searing, sharp and complex mixture of intense pleasure and pain. It accelerated from his bottom and into his penis, as if he had been impaled upon a steel spike. The sensation ran right through him, from his sphincter to the very tip of his urethra. He tried to rear up, only to feel the Nurse Practitioner’s hand press firmly down upon his back and hold him still.

“Just a few minutes more… try and relax now.” Sue smoothed her fingers over the obviously swollen but healthy prostate. She knew that she dare not apply the usual pressure in case he ejaculated. She slipped her free hand around his hip and smoothed her fingers over the tip of his penis. She was not surprised to find that he was fully erect. She looked at the fingers of her glove and saw the large smear of clear pre-ejaculate.

“Hoo… please Miss… oh.”

“Just relax the cheeks of your bottom for me while I withdraw my fingers from your bottom.”

Sue slipped her hand around his hip once more and held her hand just beyond the tip of his penis. It was an old nursing trick that prompted her to wait until the boy’s breathing became steady and regular. Without warning she grasped the tip of his penis, covering the entire glans with the palm of her hand while, at the same time, she firmly prodded his prostate gland with both fingers.

“Oooohhh…hooo. Arggh… oh please Miss.”

Sue smiled to herself as she felt his shudder and then the shake of the aftershock. A monumental flesh-quake that delighted her. She held her fingers steady for a moment before completely withdrawing her hand from his bottom. As she stood up, she looked at the small pool of semen that she had forced from his prostate.

“Oooohh… hoo…oooh… Miss.”

Yes, my boy, she thought… you are full to bursting.

“All done, now stay just as you are Timothy.”

She took a bunch of the wipes from her desk and cleaned and removed her gloves. She took another two wipes and bent over the trembling young boy. I am just going to wipe your little bottom for you Timothy, so stay quite still for me.”

Timothy expelled his breath as she began to wipe his bottom, treating him just as if he were a young child. To his utter embarrassment she slapped the cheeks of his bottom.

“Just stay as you are, Timothy. I am going to ask you some questions which you may find embarrassing. So at least while you are in this position you won’t have to look at me and get all shy and embarrassed. Now I must warn you, I want truthful answers from you. Do you understand me?”

Timothy’s face was one whole blush. His embarrassment was off the Richter scale. He could do nothing to alleviate his feelings as he answered her glumly. “Yes Miss Parfit.”

Suddenly he felt her hand press against his back while the other one slid downwards over the cheeks of his bottom. He could tell from the smooth feel of her skin, that she had removed her gloves. He shivered in shame as she stroked his buttocks once more and slipped her hand up underneath his bottom. Her palm seemed to slither under his scrotum before her slender fingers gently squeezed the shaft of his penis. Before he could respond, she withdrew her hand quickly.

Sue had felt that his penis was no longer fully erect or throbbing, although of course, she realised that the shaft was still engorged. She spoke firmly and clearly.

“Right Timothy, first question. How often do you masturbate? Come along now I want the truth.” Timothy’s face turned a deeper shade of red as he heard the question. “Oh, please Miss, I erm… is this really necessary? Why do you need to know about things like that?”

Sue was delighted with his answer. It provided her with the excuse she needed.

Sue savoured the thrill of excitement that ran through her body. Using her left hand, she pressed down hard on the lower part of his back. She raised the flattened palm of her right hand and brought it down sharply and swiftly upon the pale flesh of his buttocks.

“Smack…smack…smack…smack!” The sound of his spanking reverberated around the boardroom.

“Don’t you dare question me, you naughty boy!”

Timothy could not believe that she had spanked him. Four hard spanks to his quivering bottom cheeks. How could she? A girl, hardly older than himself had just smacked his bottom as if her were a naughty child! He could feel the cheeks of his bottom stinging with the impact of her hand. He felt utterly humiliated and shamed to the core. He could feel his face burning with acute embarrassment. He still could not believe it. Have I really just been given four stinging smacks on my bottom by Miss Parfit?

“Now, Timothy. I shall spank your naughty bottom good and hard if you dare to prevaricate or question me again. You are a minor and you are completely under my authority during your examination. Now, you will keep still while I give you six more spanks… and then Timothy, you will answer my questions. Now stay absolutely still while I attend to the cheeks of your bottom.”

Timothy could not believe his ears! She was actually going to spank him again. Before he could ponder any further protestation, the first sharp spank to his buttocks landed right in the middle of both of his bottom cheeks.

“Smack, smack, smack.” Sue Parfit felt absolutely thrilled as she saw him trying to clench his buttocks. She smiled to herself knowing that his legs were far too widely spread for him to be able to tighten the muscles.

“Smack, smack… smack!” The last spank was still echoing as she spoke. “Now Timothy, what did I ask you?”

Timothy’s indignation had suddenly turned to acquiescence.

“Oh, please Miss, I am so sorry Miss. Erm… you asked me how many times I erm… masturbated.”

“That is correct Timothy. I asked you how many times you played with this… “ Her fingers suddenly grasped and squeezed his penis. “

…Yes, your penis, Timothy… and it seems I am still waiting for your answer.”

When she had punctuated her questioning by slipping her hand back between his buttocks and grasping the shaft of his penis again. She had let him go immediately once she realised that his being spanked had resulted in an immediate and absolutely rigid erection. The boy gasped as he felt her fingers firmly squeeze his penis.

“Oohh…oh.”

Well, my boy, Sue thought to herself, I think it is your little smack-bottom that seems to have spurred your beautiful peenie-weenie to stiffen up so quickly.

“And what, Timothy, is your answer?”

“I don’t erm… masturbate Miss.”

“What Timothy? Are you telling me that you have never masturbated?”

“Oh, no Miss. I did it once… erm… about two years ago. I have never done it since. Honestly, Miss.” Sue thought she already knew the answer to her next question.

“Why have you never done it since, didn’t you like the feeling it gave you?”

“Oh, no Miss. I mean…erm I did like the feeling… but I felt ashamed as soon as I had done it… I mean I thought if someone saw me, I would be so embarrassed and erm… well ashamed of myself… of what I would look like. So, I have never done it since.”

“Who would that be? Who would you be ashamed of seeing you Timothy?”

Sue watched him shiver in embarrassment. His entire body seemed to be suddenly covered in goosebumps and she was fairly certain that there were tears in his eyes.

“Everyone, Miss, my mother… or my sisters. I was so ashamed of what I had done to myself, that I vowed never ever to do it again. Honestly Miss, I have never done it since.”

His voice was breaking, and Sue could tell that he was utterly distressed, however there was something else she wanted to establish first.

“Stand up Timothy.” She waited while the boy straightened up. She watched as he contemplated clasping his hands to his erect penis. She quickly pre-empted his action.

“Please stand and face me with your hands at your sides.”

She looked into his blushing face. There were tears in his eyes and his body was shivering with embarrassment.

“Tell me Timothy. What do you think would have happened if your mother had caught you masturbating?” The boy flushed to a deeper shade of red as he looked at her guiltily. “Come along, answer me.”

“I think she would have spanked me Miss Parfit.”

“Really Timothy, has she ever spanked you before?”

“Yes Miss, once when I was very late home… erm, after school and she didn’t know where I was. She was worried about me.”

“Yes, I can understand that. How did she spank you. Was it on the bottom?”

She was delighted when he shuddered, and the colour of his face quickly flushed to a deep crimson.

“Yes Miss, with her hairbrush.”

“Was it on the bare bottom, Timothy?”

Sue watched his face turn to an even deeper shade of crimson. She watched him as his head dropped to his chest in utter defeat.

“Yes Miss, I still think about it.”

Suddenly her voice took on a very much softer tone.

“Alright Timothy, questions over. Go over to the nurses, they are ready to assist me in giving you your medical examination.”

She watched as the boy’s head spun around towards the other end of the boardroom. She could see his surprise and embarrassment at the quiet reappearance of the two nurses. She knew that he would be wondering if they had witnessed him bending over the desk while she was spanking his bare bottom.

She heard the indrawn breath entering his lungs with a huge groan as he bent his head low and proceeded to walk nervously towards the two nurses who were standing beside the examination table. He was desperately aware of his penis, although not quite fully erect, it was swollen and felt full and heavy as it swung from side to side even though he was deliberately walking slowly.

Senior Nurse Jenny Simms was delighted with what she was seeing, as the young, beautifully proportioned boy walked towards her. His pretty face was bent low towards his chest. She could almost feel his embarrassment emanating from his body.

Her companion Tiffany, a young student nurse, looked slightly flushed as she also watched the young boy walk towards them. She had had very little experience of younger patients in her first year of training, and this was the first male insurance examination that she had ever been assigned to.

Tiffany Trafford was a pretty girl. Slender and long-legged, so much so that she thought Jenny Simms might even have a word with her regarding the brevity of her uniform. Her white nursing tunic barely reached to her mid-thigh. Tiffany was proud of her body. She was of slender build and yet her breasts were full and so firm that they required no support. She knew that the top button of her tunic should really be buttoned but thought that she looked far more attractive with it left undone. She had just turned seventeen and would start her course for her BSN in six months-time. She loved working for the Elite Medical Services. Everything about the company thrilled her. Whatever they provided, from the superb quality of her uniform right through to the BSN course they funded, was of the best. She knew that they provided everything any employee could wish for.

She watched as her companion approached the young boy. Nurse Simms spoke to him as soon as he was within earshot. “Come and sit on this chair and lay your forearm on the towel with your palm turned upwards.” She felt him shiver as she put the cool palm of her hand upon his back as he drew close and guided him to the chair.

“That’s the way, sit up so your forearm is straight on the towel. I am going to draw some bloods and take your blood pressure, then Nurse Trafford will take you to the bathroom so that you can do a little wee-wee into her sample jar.”

Tiffany almost smirked as she listened to Nurse Simms talk to the young boy as if he were a child. Timothy realised that he could feel the cheeks of his bottom stinging as he sat on the wooden un-cushioned seat of the boardroom chair. He had seated himself with his legs close together in the hope that it would provide some modesty but had failed to be able to trap his tumescent penis between his legs. His errant member lay against his thigh in full view of the two young nurses. The nurse took hold of his wrist and ran her fingers over the crook of his arm.

After murmuring in satisfaction, she took a syringe from a stainless-steel tray and screwed a clear vacuum ampule to the back of it. She removed the cover to the needle and leaned forward, holding his arm as she swabbed it and then effortlessly pierced a small vein with the needle. She held his arm firmly as the vacuum sucked blood into the container.

“Keep very still while I change the ampule.” She dropped the full container and screwed in another one. Timothy watched her as she took four separate ampules before she was finished. She put a small plaster over the skin puncture although there was no appearance of blood.

Timothy sat absolutely still as she took his blood pressure. His face was burning bright red as he sat naked in front of the two pretty nurses. He could hardly assimilate the depth of embarrassment he felt. Nor could he have ever contemplated what was happening to him. He watched the nurse as she waited for the cuff to release. She was using an electronic blood pressure gauge and although he could not see the display, the nurse seemed satisfied with the reading.

Student Nurse Trafford was delighted to see the young boy up close. She had been astonished and delighted when she had watched Nurse Practitioner Susan Parfit smacking his bottom. She could not believe what an absolute thrill she felt while watching the young boy obediently bending over for a spanking. Her eyes had never left the boy, even for a second, as he walked over from the desk where the nurse practitioner had carried out the search. She was astounded at the perfection of his good looks and exquisite body. She could hardly withhold her excitement at her role in what was to follow.

Sue Parfit had not followed Timothy across the boardroom floor but had carried her large leather satchel with her as she slipped through one of the doors marked ‘Private’ that was situated at the opposite side of the boardroom. After she had closed the door to the rather luxurious private bathroom that was reserved for the exclusive use of Helen Walker, she walked to the dressing table mirror and began to unbutton her silk shirt. She undressed leisurely until she was wearing only her bra and panties. She admired her slender figure in the mirror. She would often happily admit to her close friends that she was a narcissist, but she was also a realist and knew that her body and face were very close to perfection. On an impulse she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.

She laid it on the dresser and slipped her hand down under the waistband of her brief panties, smoothing her hand between her luscious legs. Yes, as she suspected her clitoris was still swollen and erect and was protruding through the prepuce. Once again, she smoothed her fingers over her completely bare and prominent pubic mound, delighting in the tingle that ran through her loins. Her panties were not yet wet from her secretion, but she still slipped them down her long thighs and let them fall to her ankles.

She stepped out of them and again admired her body, au naturel, with her legs astride and her hands placed provocatively on her hips.

Why, oh why, Claire… did you never tell me that your beautiful little brother was so delicious. Such a beautiful naïve and shy young boy. What I would love to do to him. I would have him at sixes and sevens, screaming with sensation as I toyed with his sumptuously smooth young body. Silly me, I am going to do exactly that!

Dismissing her reverie, she felt in her large leather bag and took out her Chanel parfum Number five. She sprayed around her breasts and then between her legs before reaching for her tunic which, she had hung neatly in the first of several recessed wardrobes where Helen Walker kept her varied choice of dresses and suits.

Sue quickly dressed in her sheer white tunic. The superbly tailored uniform signalled her rank with gold and blue epaulettes on each shoulder. She took her time in brushing her hair and reapplying her makeup. She knew full well, that the nurses would take bloods and a pressure reading and then witness his urine sample. But after that they would wait obediently for her instruction. The fact that she was naked beneath her beautifully tailored Practitioner’s tunic thrilled her. The profile of each of her nipples was clearly visible; her nurses would know immediately that she was not wearing her bra. But without panties? That was her own little secret!

She had been thinking about the report that she would give to Helen Walker. It would only be a summary at the end of the medical findings, a brief paragraph outlining what concerns and thoughts she had about the boy who was too ashamed to masturbate. One solution had already crossed her mind and she knew that she would be thrilled if Helen Walker were to agree with her suggestion. Sue checked her appearance in the dresser mirror for one final time before taking her stethoscope from her bag and placing it around her neck in her usual fashion. She always wore it so that the diaphragm and earpieces hung down at either side from her shoulders and rested against her breasts.

She emerged from the room and walked across the boardroom floor to greet her nurses. She was pleased to see that the boy was just getting up from the chair and that Nurse Trafford was waiting for him with a specimen jar. She noted that Nurse Simms had already labelled his blood samples. They lay in a stainless-steel tray on the end of the boardroom table.

She cast her eyes over Timothy. His penis was almost flaccid, but his face was absolutely flushed with redness. He looked surprised to see her in her uniform and, she thought, that he had not fully realised until now that it was she that would be in charge of conducting his physical exam. His blushing face attested to the fact that he had quickly realised that his humiliation was to continue. Sue was delighted with his response to her continued presence. Too right! My bare little boy, I will be examining you to my hearts delight.

“Nurse Trafford you may take Timothy to the bathroom and get his urine sample. As you have observed, Timothy is occasionally recalcitrant and, like all young boys of Timothy’s age, he needs an occasional smack-bottom to remind him to behave. I am sure that he has already learned his lesson, but you may smack his bottom if he fails to do as he is instructed.” Sue watched Timothy’s blushes increase in depth, his shame thrilled her. In fact, she had never seen a boy quite so embarrassed. The young student nurse took hold of his arm and led him towards the main boardroom restrooms.

Timothy stumbled rather than walked. His face was burning with shame. He dare not look at the young student nurse as she led him to the restroom.

Tiffany managed not to let her feelings show, but she was very much aware that the boy was hardly a year younger than she was. Her thoughts ran wild. How to handle him? Really! I am allowed to smack his bottom. I can’t believe she just said that!

She was concerned that she was perhaps too inexperienced and somehow knew that having the boy under her sole charge would be a test of her resolve. She decided that she would think of him and treat him as if he was a very much younger boy. She thought that, by using the same terminology and attitude that was usual when dealing with a boy of say, ten or eleven, she might sound much more authoritative. Her subterfuge might just insert the amount of superiority she needed to accomplish her task without her becoming as embarrassed as he was.

She ushered the boy through to the luxuriously appointed restroom and through the open doorway into the toilet area. She stood him in front of the porcelain toilet bowl. She had lifted the lid and seat earlier when she had placed a dish with several impregnated sterilising swabs upon the recess above the sinks. “Stay where you are, Timothy.” She placed the sample container next to metal tray. The clear plastic sample container was tall and wide rimmed with a flat bottom so that it would stand upright.

“Right Timothy stand with your legs astride the toilet bowl with your hands placed upon your head. I need to sterilise your penis before you give your sample.” Tiffany had avoided looking at his face, but as she looked up Timothy had turned his head towards her in shock at what she had said. Tiffany found herself looking right into his blushing face.

“But… erm Miss… erm Nurse…”

Tiffany’s resolve surprised her as she interrupted him. “You have already been told that you have to do as I say. It has to be a sterile sample and it has to be observed.” She turned away from him and fetched the dish and sample container. She placed them on the floor near to his bare feet.

“Now keep still while I swab your penis.” Quickly positioning herself at his side, she grasped the shaft of his tumescent penis and deftly slipped the foreskin back until it was stretched tight. She felt him shiver in shock and trepidation as she casually swabbed the dripping cottonwool over the entire area of his penis that was above her fingers. She felt his penis throb involuntarily as she held him firmly. She took a second swab from the tray and doused the glans again before dabbing the swab against the opening of his urethra. She heard him gasp at the slight sting of the antiseptic as she let him go.

“Right Timothy… you are well over the bowl so do me a little wee-wee.” She threw the swab into the opposite divide of the dish and waited. After a few minutes of inactivity, she moved to the row of sinks. She turned on two of the cold taps until the restroom was filled with the loud sound of trickling water. She could still feel the warmth of his penis upon the palm of her hand as she turned towards him.

He was blushing profusely as she spoke again. “Keep your hands upon your head and don’t attempt to touch your penis otherwise you will contaminate the sample. Go ahead just relax and start urinating as soon as you feel able, I will do the rest.”

Nurse Trafford knew that the sound of running water would greatly induce his urge to urinate. She watched him tilt his head upwards as if abandoning all hope. It was hardly two minutes later that he began to urinate copiously into the bowl. Tiffany waited for the first part of his flow before she reached forward and grasped his penis. She was aware of his gasp of surprise as she firmly squeezed the shaft. The flow stopped immediately. She held the container almost against the tip of his penis as she gently released the pressure of her fingers. She skilfully moderated the flow until the container was threequarters full and then moving the container away, letting him continue at full flow into the toilet bowl.
Tiffany thought that her plan of treating Timothy like a young boy was absolutely correct. The only time she had ever regulated a boy’s flow of urine by squeezing his penis, was at the clinic’s paediatric department. The boy was eight years old.

Timothy was in turmoil. His shy and naïve nature seemed unable to cope with the increasing accumulation of embarrassments. The latest, being handled so nonchalantly by the pretty nurse while he was made to stand astride the pedestal with his hands clasped to his head, had shamed and belittled him so comprehensively that he involuntarily shivered in dread. He was firmly convinced that the nurse was hardly more than a few months older than he was. He knew that his face was blushing furiously as he urinated helplessly into the toilet bowl. He could not help his entire body shuddering as the last few drops emanated from the tip of his penis.

Tiffany was quite delighted with her performance. She had given the boy’s modesty and humiliation very little thought as she had fought to contain her own feeling of embarrassment and inexperience. Her confidence felt boosted as she went to turn off the taps and place the container over the sinks. She suddenly realised that she had not worn gloves and reached for the soap dispenser. She looked over at Timothy and saw him take his hands from his head to obviously squeeze the last drops from his penis.

Her voice was sharp as it penetrated his bubble of utter humiliation. “Don’t you dare touch your penis I have not given you permission. Stay as you are, do you understand me?”

“I’m sorry miss… erm, nurse, I have finished.”

Tiffany was delighted with his timid attitude. “I instructed you to stay as you are. You are disobeying me. Now do as I instructed.”

“I’m very sorry Nurse.”

Tiffany watched him place his hands back upon his head and then finished washing her hands and dried them. She was delighted with his contrition. She walked over to where Timothy was standing and looked at his blushing face. “Keep still for a moment.” Before he could realise what she was about to do, she had moved behind him. Without preamble, she reached around and clasped her fingers around his almost flaccid penis. She held it in the middle of the shaft and squeezed the beautifully soft skin. She moved her hand forward, peering around him to watch the last drop of urine fall into the bowl, as it was milked from his penis. She let him go, whispering in his ear before standing back. “You’ve been a very naughty boy Timothy, ignoring my instructions. Now keep still – and keep those hands upon your head unless I tell you otherwise.”

She thought he looked so delightful, especially his blushing face above such a pale, perfect body. She walked around him twice before standing at his left-hand side. Suddenly, on an incredulous impulse - she placed her left hand flat against his tummy just above the plump base of his penis. She raised her right hand and without a moment’s hesitation, she smacked his bottom with three sharp, staccato-sounding slaps. She heard his loud gasp of surprise and looked at his as his eyes opened wide. Quickly, she smacked him again. This time she gave him five well-spaced slaps punctuated by her words. “Do…, slap…, as…, slap…, you…, slap…, are…, slap…, told…, slap!” She could see the shock on his face. He gasped loudly, his expression quickly turned to incredulity and inevitably to shame. She saw his lips tremble in embarrassment at being spanked like a child.

“Go over to the sinks and wash your hands, you naughty boy.”

She watched him as he stood at the sink, his face was crimson with shame and anguish. She looked down at his groin and almost gasped in surprise as she saw that his penis was fully erect. She immediately looked up to his face.

Timothy was trembling with shame as he looked back at her through watery guilt-laden eyes. She did not acknowledge his erect penis and refrained from looking at it. She waited until he had dried his hands, before she reached for the dish of soaking swabs. She spoke to him in a matter-of-fact manner as she looked him straight in the eye.

“I just have to sterilize your penis again Timothy, before we can go back through. So, come and stand in front of me and put your hands back upon the top of your head.”
She watched his face flush instantly to a much deeper shade of crimson.

“But… Nurse… erm… can’t you…” His voice trailed off as he realised that he could not find the words to explain his dilemma. Tiffany, on the other hand, felt totally confident with the boy now. He really had been so easy to handle. She spoke firmly to him. “Get your hands upon your head, NOW! Stand with your feet astride or I will bend you over and smack your bare bottom until you are crying like a baby. I thought that you would have learned your lesson by now!”

She watched him, hiding her feeling of victory and utter gratification as he raised his hands and placed them tentatively on his head. His beautiful features, flushed with crimson, showing his absolute shame and distress. He exhaled heavily as she took the tray of swabs and picked out a fresh one. She knelt on one knee in front of him, her face only a few inches away from his jutting erection.

“Now keep still, I don’t want to have to smack your bottom again.” She could see the boy shiver even before she reached out and grasped the shaft of his penis. He gasped as her cool fingers encircled his erect member. She slid his foreskin down the shaft, holding the skin even more tightly than she had previously. He shivered and shuddered as she casually swabbed the full length of exposed flesh several times before deftly pressing the cotton wool against the entrance of his urethra and squeezing the liquid into the opening. She dropped the used swab into the tray. The rigid shaft throbbed between her fingers as she stood upright. She risked scraping her nails against the rim of the corona before letting go of his penis.

His face was a picture of shame, humiliation and shock as the sting of the antiseptic suddenly began to irritate the membranes of his urethra. Nonchalantly she picked up the dish and placed it in the recess next to the sample of urine. She stepped close to him until she could feel the tip of his penis press against her. She trailed fingertips softly against his cheek. “Promise that you will be a good little boy now Timothy. Try and picture how embarrassed you would be If I had to take your bare bottom over my knees and spank you so hard that you would never forget it. She reached down between them and squeezed the shaft of his penis. The sudden violent throb that quivered against her fingers, made her quickly let go of him.

“Now put your hands to your sides and walk in front of me.”

Tiffany left the sample and tray in the restroom, wondering whether Nurse Practitioner Parfit or Nurse Simms would comment on the fact that the young boy’s penis was fully erect – or, she thought, as she watched him walking in front of her, notice that her handprints were still visible upon the cheeks of his perfectly proportioned bottom.

Timothy was absolutely and utterly cocooned in a tight shroud of embarrassment. His naïve and innocent young mind could not believe what had happened to him. How could he possibly be in a position where a pretty nurse, barely older than himself, could treat him in such a fashion. Until this morning he would never have contemplated such a thing. From the moment he had been summoned from his office, humiliation upon humiliation had been heaped upon him. He dropped his head to his chest in shame, only to be shocked by the sight of his erect penis strutting obscenely from his pubis in an overt and shaming manifestation.

His stomach churned with his absolute shame and he knew that he could never ever assuage his feeling of guilt. He wanted to ask the young nurse whether they could wait, but he was too embarrassed to voice his request. Glumly and reluctantly, he began his walk of shame back into the boardroom.

Sue Parfit had filled Jenny in on the details of the boy’s interview, especially the fact that he had only ever masturbated once in his life. She was not surprised that Sue had also told her that his medical, although far more thorough, would be more in the style of those conducted at the Ivy clinic. Jenny was one of the nurses whose regular duties included the school examinations so she understood exactly the form that the boy’s examination would take. They both wondered how well their young student nurse had coped with the boy.

“I am wondering whether she took my hint about spanking his bottom.” Sue looked at Jenny mischievously. “What do you think?” Jenny laughed, displaying her perfect teeth. “Well, I would have done for sure.”
Sue smiled. “I am sure you would have, but I thought with the similarity in their ages, that she might get a reaction from him. We will have to wait and see as I don’t want to interrupt her while she is attending to him.”

As Timothy walked through the doorway and turned towards the examination table he immediately saw Miss Parfit and Nurse Simms. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks in utter shame as they both looked down to his groin. He could not help following their gaze, looking down at himself and shuddering in absolute mortification. He stood still in distress, unable to move any further. Suddenly, he felt a sharp slap on his bottom and heard the young nurse’s voice. “Come along Timothy, don’t just stand there.” He was jolted into action and moved forward until he was standing in front of the two nurses. He could hardly bring himself to look into their faces.

Sue looked at his blushing face and trembling lips. She did not mention his thrusting erection as she thought he might get more upset than he was already. Instead, she instructed him in an authoritative tone. “Right Timothy, we have a lot to get through so let’s start. Stand in front of me with your hands at your sides.” She placed the earpieces of her stethoscope in her ears and stepped closer to him. Gently she put her left hand on his waist, feeling him shiver at the touch of her fingers. She placed the diaphragm on his chest and spoke softly to him. Take a deep breath and hold it… there that’s the way. Now breathe out… good boy.”

She let the stethoscope hang down as she moved behind him. She looked down at his reddened buttocks, smiling at the thought of the young student’s audacity. She raised the stethoscope again. “OK Timothy, once more… a deep breath please… that’s the way now hold it until I tell you to exhale. Good… you can breathe out now.”

She moved around him and stood back from him as she looked into his eyes. She could see that he wanted to avert his gaze but somehow he managed to pay her full attention. “OK, Timothy let’s see how fit you are. Do you do any exercise?”
His voice was slightly shaky as he answered her. “Yes, Miss Parfit. I swim twice a week and run in the morning before I come here. Erm… I run at weekends too.”

Sue was pleased with his answer. Remembering how fit some of the schoolboys were when she examined their elevated heartbeats, she decided on increasing his exercise. “I would like you to do me thirty ‘Jumping Jacks’. I want you to get as high as you can with each one. Once you have finished I want you to go over to the that little safety platform and stand with your legs astride and with your hands placed upon your head. Don’t waste anytime between stopping and getting up on the platform as I need to listen to your raised heartbeat. Does that make sense to you?”

“Yes, Miss Parfit.”

“Good, off you go. As high and as quickly as you can. This is a very important part of your examination.”

Sue was aware that both nurses had moved next to her so that they could observe his exercise. The boy looked delightful, his erection had not dissipated one bit as he began to jump in the air spreading his legs and raising his arms as he reached the apex of his jump. She could not fault him as he landed with his legs widely apart and began his second jump. His penis waved about in the air delightfully. She dare not look at the other nurses, but she knew that they were also watching the young boy intently.

Timothy’s face was flushed with red. It had nothing to do with his exercise. He felt utterly ridiculous and humiliated as he saw that all three pretty nurses were observing him. His penis was waving about in the air, seemingly of its own volition. He fixed his gaze above their heads and tried to ignore his humiliation, concentrating instead upon his exercise and imagining that he was warming up before going out on to the track at his local gym.

After a while he had seemed to be able to distance himself from his embarrassment only to be brought rudely back to reality. Without warning, he felt three sharp smacks against the cheeks of his bottom.

He looked around in surprise and embarrassment to see that it was Miss Parfit who had smacked him. Her voice seemed to ring in his ears as she spoke firmly. “Come along Timothy, put more effort into your exercise. I need your heart rate well elevated.”
Timothy immediately began to jump higher and faster until he had completed his thirty jumps. Without hesitation he moved quickly to the portable platform and stood as instructed. He looked down at Miss Parfit as she took up her stethoscope and moved it over his chest. He felt his penis throb as the cool fingers of her left hand slipped around his hip. Her body was only inches away from the tip of his erect penis as she methodically moved the diaphragm over his chest. She was not surprised to realise that his heartrate had still failed to reach a hundred beats per minute.

She took the stethoscope from her ears and hung it back around her neck in the usual fashion. “Right Timothy, time for the dreaded hernia check. It seems all little boys get embarrassed when I have to hold their testicles. Never mind, it has to be done.”

She watched his face blush at her words, delighting in his embarrassment and his trepidation for the moment that she would cup his scrotum in the palm of her hand. She had spurned wearing gloves for his examination so that she could enjoy the deliciousness of his smooth flesh. Sue was relishing the boy’s examination. The more she observed him, the more she realised how physically perfect the young boy was. She looked into his eyes as she brought her hand up between his legs and enveloped his plump scrotum in the palm of her hand. She wrapped her fingers around the swollen orbs. His immediate shiver at the touch of her hand was accompanied by an audible gasp expelled from between his trembling lips.

“Turn your head to your left and give me a nice strong cough.”

Timothy felt his face flush with another wave of redness as he looked at the young and assertive Miss Parfit. The feel of her fingers encasing his balls seemed to amplify his feeling of helplessness. It seemed to demonstrate her absolute authority over him. He turned his head and blushed again as he saw the two nurses watching him. He could not have felt any more embarrassed as he attempted to hide his cough from them. Such was his embarrassment that his cough was hardly more than a clearing of his throat. He felt an immediate pressure around his balls as Miss Parfit squeezed them gently.

“Look at me, Timothy. The nurses are perfectly aware of what I am doing and indeed of what I require you to do. I will ask Nurse Simms to smack your bottom if I am not satisfied with your next cough, so you have been warned. Now properly, Timothy… a strong cough.”

Timothy realised that both of the nurses had heard her words. He blushed to the roots of his hair in abject embarrassment.

He coughed again but realised even before he had finished that, that what he had produced was indeed a meagre effort. He tried to prolong his cough but failed miserably. He could barely dare to look at Miss Parfit as she tightened her grip upon his scrotum.

She made no comment to him, instead she turned towards the two nurses. “Nurse Simms please… you know what is required.” Miss Parfit looked up into his eyes and held his gaze. She could see that another flush of colour was already suffusing his face as the crack of the nurse’s hand filled the boardroom. She spanked his bottom hard, not just once but continued spanking him. He could not hide his surprise or his shudder of reaction as the nurse steadily spanked the cheeks of his bottom. He looked at Miss Parfit, unable to disguise his look of hurt that she would order him to be spanked. He felt utterly ashamed.

“That will do nurse.” She relaxed her grip upon his testes as she spoke to him. Her voice was soft as she looked deep into his eyes. “Show me that you have learned your lesson, little Timmy. Be a good boy and give me a nice strong cough.”

Timothy was ensconced in a haze of shame. He bottom cheeks were smarting and he would dearly have liked to be able to rub them. However, the shame of his spanking was far more hurtful and somehow he felt guilty as well as ashamed and humiliated. This time he coughed both loudly and strongly. Sue felt the strong muscles at work as his testes moved upwards from her hand. “Well done Timothy, now once more and we are through.” Timothy coughed again just as valiantly as his previous effort and saw that Miss Parfit seemed satisfied.

“I am just going to have a look at your penis and then the nurses can get you ready for the rest of your exam.”

Timothy’s heart sank as he realised that his ordeal was not over. He had no idea what would come next and tried to prevent himself speculating as to what it might be beyond the humiliating examination of his penis. He waited in shame, trying to control his fears. He knew that his penis was throbbing violently and dare not look down at himself.

Sue stood back and looked at the boy. His penis was throbbing intensely, and his flesh seemed absolutely rigid as Miss Parfit reached forward and gripped the shaft. Timothy’s body shivered involuntarily as she deftly slipped the foreskin down the shaft until the glans and upper part was revealed completely. She felt his body shudder and knew that the boy might not be far from ejaculating. She gave a cursory visual examination to the flesh before letting him go. She turned to Nurse Simms. “Please prepare him on the table, Nurse”

Sue did not have to tell Jenny how she wanted him placed, as the nurse already knew exactly what would be happening to the young boy. She would treat him with the same nonchalant indifference as she would any schoolboy at the schools’ clinic.

Jenny moved in front of the boy and spoke firmly to him. She realised that the extra flush of colour that suddenly invaded his cheeks was due to her recent spanking of his bottom. “Put your hands down and step off the platform please.” She watched as the boy glumly obeyed her. She took his wrist and led him, red-faced and trembling, towards the examination table.

“Please get on the table and lie on your back. Sit on the middle first so that you can lie flat.” She let go of the boy and watched his agile body as he obeyed her. Nurse Trafford took a pillow from beneath the bed and placed her hand behind his neck. She lifted his head and placed the pillow beneath it. “Place your hands on the bed above your head and lie still while we get you positioned.”

Nurse Simms was already placing his legs wide apart, manoeuvring them until his calves were laid comfortably within the cups of the stirrups. It was Nurse Practitioner Parfit that took the remote control from the end of the bed. “Just relax your legs while I raise the stirrups.”

Timothy was not sure what the nurses were doing in their flurry of activity. He felt something tightening over his forearms and felt the stirrups begin to lift his legs into the air. He became concerned and apprehensive as his legs were raised high above the table. The stirrups stopped their elevation and began moving horizontally towards his torso. He watched as his knees were bent above his hips. His bottom became elevated from the bed and he felt a support pad being placed beneath the small of his back. The stirrups changed their direction again, and began drawing his legs outwards, until his thighs were stretched widely apart.

He knew that his buttocks were now rudely splayed apart, as he could feel air moving freely between the cleft of his bottom cheeks. He watched as Nurse Simms fastened a strap over each of his shins as they lay in the stirrups. He felt utterly vulnerable, realising, as the nurses stood back, that almost every part of his naked body was openly displayed and accessible. He felt utterly vulnerable and humiliated by the blatant and reluctant exposure of his body. He looked towards his groin, thankful for the sight of his penis, which was now lying plump but flaccidly over his scrotum.

He watched as Miss Parfit lowered the end of the table upon which his legs had been laid, realising that she would now be able to stand between his thighs. He could not help watching her every move as she began to slip a pair of medical gloves over her hands. She moved from the end of the bed and stood by his side, gracefully bending over him until her face was close to his. She looked into his eyes as she spoke. “I am going to feel inside your mouth, so open wide for me.” Timothy looked up into her pretty face as he opened his mouth as widely as he could. He heard her murmur to herself as her fingers gently entered his mouth. Timothy could not explain why this part of the examination seemed so intimate, but he felt totally at her mercy. The soft and gentle examination, and the close proximity of her face, had a profound effect upon his timid nature. It seemed as if she had formed a bond with him, perhaps because he was laid supine looking up at her pretty face while her fingers delicately explored and probed inside his mouth.

She removed her hands and stood up straight, her eyes meeting his. “Good boy, now I’m going to press my fingers over your chest and tummy. I want you to tell me if you feel any pain as I do each area. “Breathe as you would normally, Timothy.” Sue removed her gloves and threw them into a bin beneath the examination table. She did not intend to deny herself feeling the smoothness and softness of his bare skin.

Her hands smoothed over his chest, she seemed to pay particular attention to his nipples before moving each hand to his armpits. She pressed each area gently as her fingers eventually slid down to the base of his ribcage. She began to press more firmly. “Any pain here… or here, about here.” She steadily worked lower as he gave his negative replies. Sue noticed that he became rather more hurried in his replies as her examination moved lower and lower towards his pubis. She also noticed that a slight blush had risen in his cheeks.

Eventually her fingers moved to lay upon both creases between his groin and thigh. She could not help noticing a new flush of redness had coloured his pretty cheeks. She put her stethoscope in her ears and listened to his femoral artery before letting it hang down again as she checked the lymph nodes at each side of his groin. Timothy’s apprehension grew as her fingers brushed through his pubic hair. Each part of her examination was moving nearer to his genitals. Sue had noticed that his penis had begun to distend when she had first examined the insides of his mouth. Her gentle palpations upon his chest and tummy had further increased its size, and she saw that it was now plump and turgid.

Suddenly she took her hands away from him and stood looking at his blushing face. “You seem fine and healthy, Timothy. So rather than examining inside your bottom just at the moment, I am going to take some samples from you. There will be three required altogether, so I will do the rest of the checks while you are in your refractory period.

Timothy did not look too alarmed as he had no idea what she was talking about. He was horribly aware that his penis was not far from becoming fully erect and his blushing face was testimony to his embarrassment.

“Now, Timothy I want you to relax while I manipulate you until you ejaculate. From what you tell me, it is rather a long time since you played with your own penis.”

Suddenly Timothy tried to elevate himself from the bed. He looked absolutely shocked as he realised what samples she had been talking about. He quickly realised that he could hardly move his body. He watched as Nurse Trafford moved to the bed above his head and leaned over him. He shivered as in the very next moment he felt an increased pressure upon his arms as she tightened the broad canvas strap.

“Oh, please Miss Parfit… please don’t do that to me, I couldn’t bear it. Oh, please Miss I would feel so ashamed, please Miss. Surely that is not necessary. There must be a different test.”

Sue felt sorry for his distress, but certainly was not going to be swayed by his pleading. “Just layback and relax, this an important part of your examination. Now stop being a baby and behave yourself.” Delightedly she spanked his bottom. The sharp slaps thrilling her as she delivered six in rapid succession to his elevated buttocks. She watched his quivering cheeks redden with the imprint of her hand.

Before he could protest further, Nurse Sims put her hands against both of his nipples and rotated them gently before abruptly squeezing the erected nubs between fingers and thumbs. She ignored the boy’s gasps of protest as she watched Nurse Trafford bring a specimen jar and stand at the other the other side of the bed, positioning herself near his waist. The young student nurse placed one hand gently on his tummy, feeling him shiver, as she watched Nurse Practitioner Parfit move to stand between his thighs.

Sue Parfit deftly dipped her left hand between his legs feeling underneath his scrotum until she could press three fingers against his perineum. The positioning of her fingers was absolutely precise, the tips pressing against the perineum just where the skin of the scrotum finishes. Before the boy could understand what she was doing, she began oscillating her fingertips rapidly, his plump testes moving up and down in the same rapid cadence. The boy’s body suddenly became rigid, immediately tensing with the acute sensations perpetrated by the experienced hands of the young nurses. He gasped loudly, even before Sue had grasped his penis. She retracted his foreskin, stretching the skin tightly until every sensitive membrane was fully exposed and available to her skilful fingers.

For Timothy the pronouncement of the intended procedure, and the nonchalance of its rapid enactment shocked him to the core. He could not believe the intensity of the sensations he was feeling. The rapidity of Miss Parfit’s busy fingers had made him tense his body so violently that his muscles already ached. The sensuous stimulation of his nipples and the sound spanks to his bottom cheeks had aroused him beyond anything he had ever thought possible. Sue could feel each urgent throb under her fingers as she expertly milked his penis. The fingers of her left hand moved rapidly against his perineum, ostensibly goading his prostate externally. Sue watched the boy’s face, delighting as she saw him abandon any hope of resisting the sophisticated exploitation of every single nerve within his body.

Timothy looked up into the face of Nurse Simms, who seemed unaware of the deep torment he was enduring. The stimulation to his body bore no resemblance to the naïve and furtive fumbling of his own singular experimentation of two years ago. He knew that he was being comprehensively exposed to the skilful and experienced exploitation of his body by true experts. It seemed from their nonchalant expressions and skilful hands, that it was a usual and routine manipulation, perhaps performed many times before. He was aware that his endurance was at an end. Every nerve end seemed to be exposed to their intrusive and casual goading of his inner feelings. He knew he was going to ejaculate. The incredible sensation started from deep within him. It shot through his body and up into his penis. He was totally overwhelmed with an intense and powerful ejaculation that completely robbed him of sight or sound. The pulsation was so strong that it built to an agonising and unbearable form of torture. His sight and sound returned. Flashes of light blinded him and there was a rushing sound in his ears. His young body was quite unprepared for the violence and intensity of his expulsion of semen. He cried out in pure panic as his entire body seemed to explode with a completely alien intensity. It was heightened by their expert knowledge of his most sensitive areas. He was completely lost to the feelings generated within his own body.

Sue felt a shiver run through her body at the sight of the young boy. He was more anguished than anyone she had ever seen during ejaculation. His back was arched, and his body thrashed within its confines. His eyes were bulging, and his lips trembled as she watched his semen splatter forcefully into the beaker that Nurse Trafford was holding.

Even during his ejaculation, the wild throbbing within the shaft of his penis, became stronger and more urgent. Large globules of semen continued to fire from the tip. One after the other in rapid succession, splattering loudly against the bottom of the container and coating the sides and bottom copiously. His ejaculation seemed as if it would never stop. It really was a sight to behold. Nurse Simms raised her eyebrows to Sue as the boy’s emission seemed never ending. The amount and velocity of each emission surprised all of the nurses equally, and yet they continued to goad the boy until the last of his copius expulsions finally spurted into the jar. Sue drew her hand up from the base of his penis to the very tip. She was surprised to see a further large globule of semen spill into the jar.

Sue noted, not unsurprisingly, that his breathing was heavy and laboured. She smiled gently at him. His distressed face and watery eyes told her everything. He was utterly spent and bewildered by the intensity of his experience. She let go of his penis which, was still erect but no longer throbbing violently. She walked around the bed and leaned over him. She gently stroked his pretty face and spoke softly to him. “Good boy, was that a little bit too intense for you Timothy?” Her question was rhetorical as she certainly did not expect an answer from the young boy.

He looked at her almost in adoration as he laid his head back, still breathing heavily. “Never mind Sweetie. I’ll let you have a little rest, so just relax.”

She stroked her fingertips down his cheek and over his chin before leaving him. As she moved to the table she looked at the sample container. She had never seen so much semen expelled from one ejaculation; she asked Tiffany to seal the container and to label it adding the words ‘Sample One’ and to fetch the urine sample from the restroom and label that too. She moved away from the area beckoning Nurse Simms to accompany her.

They discussed at length what should be done with the boy. They were both in agreement that he would have to be made to ejaculate regularly, and Nurse Simms agreed that Sue ought to have a personal word with Helen Walker to familiarise her with the boy’s condition and to put her suggestions to Miss Walker as to what she thought should be done. Sue was also keen to have a word with Claire Peterson, rather regretting now, the flippant text and picture that she had sent to her colleague.

They both looked over to the young boy. He was lying with his eyes shut and his penis was resting on his pubis. The flesh was swollen although no longer erect. Sue winked at Jenny as she called the young student nurse over to where they were standing. “Oh, Nurse Trafford, would you have a look at the boy and see if you think his penis is capable of becoming erect, while I continue my conversation with Nurse Simms.”

Sue expected her to show some expression, but her pretty face was expressionless other than her answer. “Of course, Nurse Practitioner.” They watched as the young student nurse walked over to the examination table. They were both interested to see how well she would deal with Timothy.

Tiffany leaned over the boy and stroked her hands gently over his tummy, gradually moving them up his body towards his chest. She moved both hands from side to side, letting her fingers trail individually over his nipples. She looked intently at the beautiful face of the young boy. She thought his face and body were sheer perfection. Timothy opened his eyes as if he was emerging from sleep. Tiffany spoke gently to him, seeing the look of embarrassment in his face. “Now I know you must find this a bit embarrassing, but just be a good boy for me. I am going to have a look at your penis, so keep nice and still for me. If you start wriggling I might have to smack your bottom again. Little boys can be very naughty when they have to have their little penis and testicles manipulated. So, bear that in mind, won’t you Timothy.” She did not wait for a reply but looked away from his blushing face towards his groin. She let her hands slide over his torso, savouring the beautiful smoothness of his skin. Slowly she progressed her hands until she was able to stroke over the crease of his groin and thighs.

She took her hands away and moved around his raised legs to stand between his thighs. Delicately she lifted his plump scrotum, gently rolling the swollen orbs of his testes in her fingers before letting go. She took the tip of his penis between finger and thumb and stretched it upwards. She watched as the frenulum became completely exposed as the prepuce receded sufficiently down the shaft. Holding the glans firmly, she increased the stretching of his penis. She smoothed the fingers of her other hand up and down the taught membrane of the frenulum, reaching up as far as the coronal rim and downwards as far as the ring of the prepuce.

She felt the boy shiver with sensation as his penis began to stiffen in her hands. It was barely more than a few seconds before she was able to completely let go of the glans. His penis had become fully erect and stood up from his pubis as if seeking more attention. She continued to stroke the frenulum for another thirty seconds until she was satisfied with the fullness of his erection. She formed the finger and thumb of her right hand into a circle and proceeded to smooth it over the rim of his glans as she fully retracted the prepuce with her other hand. She held the shaft upright, trapping his foreskin so tightly that her slender wrist was touching his pubis.

She felt the boy shiver almost immediately. He started wriggling his body, writhing in a vain attempt to escape the intensity of her ministrations. Suddenly she felt his penis throb violently and knew that the boy was nicely prepared for a second extraction.

Tiffany, knowing Timothy’s reaction to being spanked, let go of him and raised her hand. Thrilled by her own excitement, she began to smack his buttocks. The slight elevation of his bottom allowed her full access to the entire area of of his cheeks. He gasped and wriggled as she spanked the beautifully smooth flesh until it was bright pink.

Timothy’s face was a picture of shame as the young girl spanked him. Each sharp smack produce an equally sharp thrill of sexual sensation, stabbing upwards between her legs. Timothy was quaking in embarrassment as she stood back and looked into his face. “Now Timothy, no more evasiveness. I hope you have learned your lesson.” Nurse Trafford was rewarded by another sudden deep flush of red that suddenly coloured his cheeks to deep crimson.

As Tiffany turned away from the boy she was aware that both Nurse Practitioner Parfit and Nurse Simms had approached the bed. “A new container please Nurse Trafford.” This time it seemed to Tiffany, that Nurse Simms was going to perform the extraction. Nurse Practitioner Parfit moved to the head of the bed and looked down at the young boy. She laid one hand upon his chest and stroked his cheek with the other. Her voice was brisk and clinical as she suddenly squeezed his nipples firmly. Now Timothy, be on your best behaviour and we will soon have your sample extracted from you.”

Timothy blushed at her words, especially as they were accompanied by Nurse Simms applying a cream to the tightly clenched opening to his bottom. He shuddered at the sensation of the cold viscous liquid and the pressure of her fingers probing insistently against his sphincter.

As Nurse Simms nonchalantly penetrated his bottom, she wasted no time in smoothing her fingers over the mound of his prostate. Timothy tensed his body immediately at the new sensation. The intensity of the internal manipulation to his prostate was overwhelming and he cried out as the nurse gleefully applied herself to eliciting the maximum arousal from the boy’s sexual organs. She grasped his penis and immediately began a flurry of stimulation to the glans and coronal rim. Her stimulation of his flesh was so insistent that Timothy was helplessly stimulated. His sinews were completely rigid, and his mouth was open wide. He looked up to Miss Parfit helplessly, as if she could lessen his sexual torment for him.

Her gentle smile beguiled him as she spoke softly as one would to a child. “Poor baby… just be a brave little boy, while the nurse performs your extraction. It is for your own good.” Her hands stroked gently over his nipples. Her face was almost touching his as she waited for that particular look in his eyes that would tell her when he was about to ejaculate.

The realisation that Miss Parfit knew exactly what was being done to him… and the effect that it was having upon him, embarrassed him to the core. She seemed so matter of fact, and yet she was watching him writhing and trembling with utter torment. He heard her as she instructed the young nurse who was casually waiting with the container.

“Nurse Trafford. Just give his testes a nice firm squeeze, without getting in the way of Nurse Simms, would you please.” She turned back to the boy whose face looked at her with disbelief. “Try and relax Timothy. This won’t take long.”

Timothy could not help himself looking askance. How on earth could she know that he was close to ejaculating again. Surely this was not a regular procedure… and yet it was true that he was ready to ejaculate. He felt his testicles being squeezed rapidly. He knew that he was lost to their expert goading of his sexual senses. He felt steeped in utter embarrassment as he felt his ejaculation erupt from deep within him. He cried out in anguish as each spurt was almost painfully expelled from his penis. He knew that he could not help himself and yet felt a deep sense of guilt as the nurses observed him clinically. He felt dizzy from the sensation as each spurt seemed to be wrenched from him without respite.

“Good boy, I want you to give me a nice big effort. Now do your best for me.” Timothy was utterly confused. How could she think that he was ejaculating voluntarily. As if the impetus to expel his semen was his decision. Could she really think that he wanted to perform such an intimate act in front of them.

On and on it went until Timothy fell back on the bed totally exhausted from his ordeal. His sinews and muscles relaxing for the first time from the reluctant and involuntary tension which, was the body’s natural reaction to the young nurses’ stimulation. He was aware that he had almost being hanging by the stirrups in his rictus of intense stimulation. His back had been arched completely off the surface of the bed with only his head and shoulders as a point of contact.

He tried to gather his senses. He felt the nurse squeezing the shaft of his penis and drawing her hand up to the tip. He looked down the length of his torso seeing the nurse extracting a final globule of semen as the young nurse scraped it up with the lip of the specimen jar. He shuddered and then tried to force himself to relax as he watched her take the container away.

Nurse Parfit looked at his penis which was still fully erect and pulsing. She looked at Nurse Simms and nodded to her. The nurse understood completely what she should do.
Nurse Simms withdrew her fingers from inside his bottom and let go of his penis.

Nurse Practitioner Parfit knew exactly how sensitive the boy would be. He basically would have had no refractory period and yet she knew that he quite capable of producing a third emission. She knew it would seem cruel to him, but she wanted to write her report and see Helen Walker in person before lunch. She was hoping to see his sister later in the afternoon.

She also wanted Timothy to be able to shower in the boardroom restroom rather than have to return to the main floor to use his own. That would give him time for his normal lunchbreak before having to return to the main floor. Perhaps time for him to have regained his equilibrium and some of his self-esteem.

Timothy lay swathed within his torpid fatigue, completely unaware of the nurses as they moved around him. He was suddenly alerted with a feeling of dread and then horror as he saw the youngest nurse reappear at his side holding a new container. He looked down to his groin and shivered at the sight of Miss Parfit donning a nitrile glove and dipping her hand in a jar of lubricant. Surely not! It was impossible that they were going to take another sample from him. His attention was wrenched away from Miss Parfit as Nurse Simms bent over him. “We are just going to finish off now, so stay relaxed and let us take care of you.”

Timothy did not know what to make of her statement until she placed both hands upon his chest and took his nipples between both of her fingers and thumbs. At that very same moment he felt an incredible pressure against his sphincter. He gasped in alarm as the fingers of Miss Parfit slid inside him. The pressure was intense, and he could not believe the sensation as he felt her press against that most sensitive of spots deep inside him. He protested loudly as Nurse Simms squeezed his nipples at the very same moment that Nurse Parfit grasped his penis.

The sensitivity of his penis seemed unbearable as she pulled his foreskin down the shaft. She directed the shaft until his penis was standing up straight from his pubis. He watched in dismay as he saw the youngest nurse flatten the palm of her hand and begin to rotate it over the tip of his penis. “Aaahhh.”

He wriggled like an eel at the extreme sensation. His penis felt so sensitive that he could not bear it. “Oh, please Nurse it’s too sensitive please don’t… I can’t stand it. No… no, please don’t… it is far too sensitive. I really can’t stand… oooooOOOH… please no”

Miss Parfit, rather than heed the boy, callously speeded up her busy fingers.

His anguish was paramount as the callous stimulation continued without pause. It was pure sexual torture. Timothy’s head thrashed from side to side while his body shuddered and shook in utter distress. He looked up at Nurse Simms, his eyes pleading with her.

“Please make it stop Nurse, I really can’t stand it.”

Nurse Simms looked at him. “It will be all over soon Timothy, be a brave little boy. It has to be done, but it will be over before you know it.”

She squeezed both of his nipples hard as he felt the flurry of fingers that were stimulating his penis speed up. He was lost, mired in the intensity of the nurse’s cruel, but expert stimulation. Nurse Practitioner Parfit was mildly surprised as she felt a sudden pulse in his prostate. She thought perhaps she might be mistaken until she felt another and then another. She smiled to herself. He had no refractory period and yet he was being mercilessly milked of his semen for a third time. The poor boy!

Timothy was almost out of his mind with the surfeit of incredible sensations. The protracted goading of his bottom and his penis intensified so thoroughly that he shuddered in utter horror. There was no warning as his penis erupted. He felt himself ejaculate and yet the nerves of his body were so heightened and sensitive to every touch, that the stimulation had overwhelmed him. He could not believe the intensity of each and every spurt. Each wracked and painful expulsion left him weaker and weaker. His body could no-longer cope with his powerful ejaculations. He felt a strange smell in his nostrils and saw a bright light in his eyes. His body capitulated totally. He gasped and then promptly fainted. He was lost to the world as Miss Parfit examined the container delighting in the huge reduction of his sample.

Nurse Simms checked the boy to make sure that he had indeed fainted rather than any more serious reason for his loss of consciousness.

Back at the offices of The Elite Medical Services, Nurse Practitioner Parfit sat in the practitioners office waiting for Claire’s return from the schools examination clinic. Her successful meeting with Helen Walker had pleased her and she had just received word from her supervisor that the boy’s bookings were complete. She looked at her screen and saw that Clinic 2 was now permanently booked for seven-thirty am., under the name of Timothy Peterson. She looked up from her screen to see Claire hanging her nursing satchel from her own hook. Their office was shared with two other practitioners and they were lucky enough to have an office window that overlooked Madison Avenue. The Elite Medical service was situated on the 5^th floor of the building, right next door to the building which housed the De Montford Agency. Much of Elite Medical’s corporate work was centred around the businesses within Manhattan, especially the financial district. Elite Medical’s twenty clinics all of various sizes and services, occupied the fifth and sixth floors. There were communicating corridors right into the buildings on both sides of them.

Claire took the chair from behind her own desk and placed it next to where Sue was sitting. Her first words were… “So, tell me, Sue. What has been happening to my darling little brother?”

Their conversation lasted over an hour as Sue told her everything that had occurred that morning. She continued to explain her conversation with Helen Walker and what the putative plans were for her brother. Claire was intrigued, but also unsure as to what Jane’s reaction would be when she got back home that evening.

Sue reassured her. “You don’t have to persuade your stepmother of anything Claire. Helen Walker is going to have a long conversation with her and rather than you offer your services” She paused and grinned at euphemism. “You can sit quietly and wait for your stepmother to ask you… that is if it is required.” She grinned at Claire. “I think it will be an interesting evening for you, Claire.” Claire looked at Sue. “All levity aside, Sue. I am not sure how well Timothy will cope. He is so naïve and timid, that I am not sure how he will handle it. I suppose as you say, I will keep quiet and let her and Aunt Helen make all the decisions.”

Claire was not surprised as she walked into her home, to see Aunt Helen and her stepmother deep in conversation. She kissed Aunt Helen and Jane before dashing upstairs to get changed. She took her time in the shower and leisurely dried and put on a pair of shorts and Tee-shirt before ambling down the stairs. Aunt Helen was just bringing a tray of coffee through to the sitting room while her stepmother was talking to Emma who was home from school. Claire looked at her pretty stepmother as Jane spoke to her.

“Come and sit down next to Emma and I can explain why Aunt Helen is here and what is happening.” Claire was surprised that she was including Emma in the conversation. That is if she was correct in assuming that they were going to talk about Timothy.

Her surprise must have shown in her face as Jane smiled at her expression. “I want Emma to be aware of everything. We are a close and loving family, and as such we should not have secrets, so Emma is included in this conversation. I am sure that you will be aware of what has happened to Timothy today. I have already told Emma some of it. But I will start from Timothy’s medical exam this morning.”

Jane cleared her voice. “During his examination by your colleague, Sue Parfit and her nurses, it transpired that Timothy has been resisting a boy’s natural temptation to masturbate. Sue Parfit questioned him in the course of his examination and evidentially it seems that he has masturbated only once. It was two years ago when he was fourteen. He became so embarrassed and ashamed of what he had done, that he has not done it since. Ostensibly, it seems that he thought of how he would feel if you two, or I, was to have observed him doing it.”

She smiled gently. “It may sound ridiculous in this day and age, but to Timothy it was such a shameful act that he could not bear the thought of any of his family even knowing what he had done. The unfortunate consequence is that he is doing battle with his feelings on a daily basis. Medically, I am assured that his production of semen might even be greater than the average that is normal for a boy of his age. I don’t know whether you agree Claire, but I don’t think that Timothy could ever be persuaded to masturbate himself. Especially as he would be aware of our knowledge of it, if you understand what I am saying.”

Claire looked at Jane and Aunt Helen before turning to Emma. “Do you understand this, Emma?” Emma looked sarcastically at her older sister.

“I am fourteen, Claire. I know all about boys… and girls for that matter. You know that Timothy is almost constantly erect. I always thought he dashed off to the shower to jerk off. But he was probably going to try and make it go down, his peenie, that is! Thinking about it, the temperature control of the shower is always set to cold after he’s been in there. That’s got to be it. You know I am always teasing him, Claire. You know, to see if his peenie sticks out in his shorts. By the way… where is he? He is usually home by now.”

Helen answered for her. “I asked him to stay to do a layout for a client. He probably won’t be back until eight.”

Emma spoke again, the subject matter did not embarrass her at all. “How does your colleague know how much semen he produces. Did she make him do it?” She looked straight at Claire. Claire was far more hesitant than Emma. “Well, no, it erm would happen during the course of the exam. She would erm… probably massage his prostate gland.” Emma looked disdainfully at Claire. “Yeah… and his penis. I’ve heard the boys talking at school. Sometimes the school nurse does it to the boys to see if everything works properly. I often see them blushing if they have had to see the nurse for their medicals. So, come clean, big sister.”

Claire looked at her young sister and sighed. “I am sorry Emma that I have answered you in a condescending manner. I apologise to you. I might as well tell you all.”

She looked at her mother and Aunt Helen. “Boys at the boarding schools that we service are forbidden to masturbate. The erect penis can quickly become malformed if a boy masturbates regularly. Some of the boys are obviously producing semen and, just like Timothy, they have a build-up of seminal fluid. We extract their semen, usually by manipulating the prostate gland. This is accomplished by inserting at least two fingers into their bottoms.” She held up her forefinger and middle finger, pressed closely together as she wiggled them.

“We stimulate the glans and the shaft of the penis and glans of the penis until they ejaculate. In most cases it is done twice at their examinations. Especially if they are producing particularly copiously.” She paused, realising that she had everyone’s full attention.

“Because we have control of the boys, we vary the stimulation so that it does not affect the shape of the penis. This procedure is a normal occurrence at examinations and is usually carried out by one Practitioner and one nurse, or by two practitioners.”

Emma looked at Claire satisfied with the explanation, but even more delighted by Claire treating her maturely. “Thank you, Claire. I am sorry if I was rude.”

Jane interrupted them. “OK, well that sort of thing is going to have to happen to Timothy. He is going to have to be emptied every day. Your colleague has already told Aunt Helen that it would have to be done twice a day. She has suggested and arranged an appointment at your clinic at seven-thirty every morning. Aunt Helen and I were wondering if you would be able to attend to him every evening? Say ‘no’ straight away if you don’t want to do it. I can easily get him an evening appointment at your clinic as well.”

Claire looked at her stepmother. “Me saying, no… is not going to be your problem. Getting Timothy to acquiesce is a completely different proposition.”

Emma interrupted again. “What about the weekends, will Claire have to do it to him twice a day then?”

Jane and Helen both looked towards Claire. Claire looked back at her mother. “You know that I will always do whatever you ask of me. But as I have said already, how are you going to get Timothy’s agreement? Make no mistake, I said you… not me!”

Jane looked at both of her stepdaughters. “I will ask him to obey me. But that may not be enough.” She said no more on the subject. “Anyway Claire, for now you could prepare my room next to the mini-gym with whatever you might need. I presume my massage table would be suitable and my trainer has left plenty of creams and oils from my massages. Would you help just me by checking to see if the room is suitable for what you would need? Get Emma to help you with towels for the bed.”

It was quite some time later, Timothy had changed into his shorts and tee and put on a pair of thick sport socks, that he had heated and eaten his normal meal for the evening. He wandered into the TV room. Both of his sisters were watching television, although Emma was also using her phone to text her friends. He sat in his usual position on one of the easy chairs. He had recovered some of his equilibrium from his experiences of this morning’s unexpected examination and plethora of anguished embarrassments.

After the examination, he had felt much better when he had taken a shower and then had had an hour’s break before returning to his office. He had made sure that he returned from lunch well before the girls on the main floor. And so, had not had to meet them on the main floor. His extra assignment from Miss Walker had ensured that he did not see them as they left at the end of the day either.

He suddenly realised that he was more than ready for an early night. He looked up as Claire got up and switched the television off. “Have you had your dinner, Timothy?” She stood in front of him, making him raise his head to answer her. “Oh, yes Claire. Mom left it in foil, so I just had to remove it and stick it in the microwave to nuke it for six minutes.” Timothy was the only sibling that called Jane, Mom. He found it easier and somehow comforting, although he was allowed to call her Jane if he wished.

Claire suddenly sat next to him on the arm of his easy chair. She stroked her hand over his hair as she spoke. “Erm… Jane wanted a word with us all but wanted you to have your dinner first.” Timothy looked at Claire and asked. “Where is she, does she want to see us in her sitting-room?”

Claire looked across at Emma as she answered him. “Yes, come on Emma, Jane wants to see us all. Finish your text and come.”

“OK, OK”. She snapped out, as she rapidly finished her texting. Her thumbs moving like lightning over the screen. She dropped the phone into the pocket of her shorts. Claire walked in front with Emma following behind. Timothy brought up the rear. He would never have dreamed of going through a door in front of a female. As they arranged their seats in the sitting room, Timothy was surprised to see his aunt and boss, Helen Walker seated next to his mother. He immediately acknowledged her. “Oh, hello Miss Walker, I didn’t know you were here. I left the layouts in the plan drawers.” She smiled at him. “By the use of the plural, I presume you have left me a choice.” He smiled at her. He knew she would be pleased to be able to show the client a comprehensive choice. “Erm, yes I did three.” “Well done, Timothy.”

Jane cleared her throat and suddenly got everyone’s attention. “Aunt Helen is here because what she and I, have to say to you all is a family matter. Please understand, and I mean what I say. None of what is said will ever leave these four walls. You are on your honour.” She continued.

“Timothy had his company medical today. During his examination it was revealed that he has a problem.” Timothy was turning bright red and was already aware of sly glances from his sisters. He could feel his cheeks beginning to burn as his stepmother continued. “Historically, Timothy has only ever masturbated once since he reached puberty. It is not a medical problem, that has stopped him indulging in auto-masturbation, it is his sense of what is decent behaviour. He admitted that he had felt so ashamed and embarrassed after he had masturbated that he swore never ever to do it again.”

She held up her hand to Timothy who was near to tears of shame and was dying to protest the revelation of his most private and shameful act.

“The result of his noble vow of abstinence, is that his body cannot cope with not fulfilling what is a natural function. That is being able to expel semen as it produced within his body.
The Nurse Practitioner in charge of his medical, obtained three samples of semen within thirty minutes. Now think of this! An average fit and healthy young man will expel between two to five CC’s of semen in a normal ejaculation. Timothy’s three samples today, I have been informed were… and I quote: Samples one and two both measured eleven CC’s each and sample number three measured six CC’s. The Nurse Practitioner also observed during the examination, that Timothy’s became fully erect at the slightest provocation. So, there you have it.”

Timothy’s face was the colour of beetroot, he was shaking with shame and the girls could see that he was close to tears. Claire instinctively moved to sit on the arm of his chair and put her arm around his shoulders. She could feel him shivering in shame.

Jane looked at Timothy, her face was stern and serious. Timothy’s chin was slumped on his chest and although everyone was looking at him, he was refusing to meet their gaze. Jane spoke firmly to him, ignoring everyone else. “Look at me Timothy.” Timothy did not move or look up. He was in a stupor of utter shame. He could not believe the absolute dread he was feeling. His stomach churned in guilt and shame.

“Look at me, I said.” Her voice was like whiplash, something he had never heard from her before, He jerked his head up violently as tears suddenly spilled down his cheeks. There was complete silence in the room.
He looked at her formidable expression as he met her eyes with his. She continued. Her voice was strict and uncompromising. “You will listen to me and obey me Timothy.” His voice was trembling, hardly audible even within the silence of the room.

“Yes Mother.”

“I am very proud of you. To go through the discomfort and anguish because of your sense of decency is admirable. To resist the temptation that other boys of your age do not is courageous. But Timothy… it is doing you harm. Your body needs to be able to get rid of such a prodigious build-up of seminal fluid. This condition is affecting your life. I feel guilty that I have not checked before now. It is fortunate that you have had this medical now rather than later. You need medical supervision, so that your seminal fluid can be extracted clinically in a proper and sterile manner that does not harm you physically. ” She smiled gently at his reddened countenance. “We all love you Timothy and want what is best for you. You are still a young boy, and you are in my care and so you will be treated as one until you are older.”

“I have arranged a regular appointment for you at the Elite Clinic, which is in the next building to your offices. You will attend there at seven-thirty every weekday morning. Your semen will be extracted in exactly the same manner as it was for your examination today by one of their Nurse Practitioners. When you get home each evening, Claire will perform a similar extraction. She will also perform several extractions over the weekends.” She ignored the look of shock and horror on his face as she continued. The bombshell had hit him so hard he really could not cope with it.

“This therapy is not negotiable, Timothy. It is medically necessary and very important to your wellbeing.” She could tell that he was about to protest. She raised her hand with the flattened palm facing him. “Don’t you dare to interrupt me Timothy or you will spanked.” She could see that his eyes had opened wide in astonishment at her pronouncement.

“Because of your apparent intransigence in accepting this fact Timothy, I am putting Claire in charge of you. That means that you will obey her at all times. She will not need to come to me if you are disobedient to her. I have given her full authority to discipline you. You are still a young boy Timothy and you will obey her in everything she asks of you.”

She raised her hand again, although Timothy was so confounded and subdued that he had not intended to protest while her expression was so intimidating. Jane softened her voice and her expression as she spoke again.

“Listen to me Timothy and think about this. I feel guilty at putting so much responsibility upon Claire. But being president of so many charities, I am very busy most of the time. She has accepted the challenge. It is going to curtail some of her free time and liberty, knowing that she is responsible for part of your treatment. I know that she does not want to discipline you; but she realises that having complete authority over you is the only way to ensure that you accept and comply with your treatment.”

Jane looked at him keenly as she spoke again.

“Think of it this way. If you needed therapy for any other complaint it would not be a problem for you, so start accepting it in those terms. I know you are embarrassed, but this is not up for debate. Claire is going take you upstairs in a moment. She is going to give you a little examination so that she can ascertain what will be required. I want you to promise her that you not make a fuss.”

Timothy felt Claire gently stroke the back of his neck as she whispered softly to him. “Poor baby, it has all been too much hasn’t it Sweetie?”

Timothy had never felt so shamed in his life, even the events of the morning paled into insignificance. This was completely different. His older sister was sacrosanct, he looked up to her, he admired her. Sometimes even looking at her beauty made him blush. He admired everything that she was.
Smart, successful and self-assured. Perfect in every way. For him to even think of her seeing him without clothing, shamed him to the core. He would even blush if she caught him walking from the bathroom fully draped in a bath towel. He had always carefully and religiously hidden his body from his sisters and his mother. Their knowledge of his examination today had devastated his delicate equilibrium. He was without doubt the most timid and modest of any teenager. He lived with all the embarrassment and shyness of his youth but with none of the bravado that other boys of his age seemed to possess. He knew that he was incapable of accepting the fact that she would be seeing him without clothes. He rebelled against the very thought. He looked at his stepmother, his eyes filled with tears of despair and disbelief. He knew that he could not bring himself to allow Claire to even look at his naked body.

“I am sorry Mother I just can’t do it. I can’t even bring myself to think about it. Not Claire, it is impossible. I just couldn’t bear it. Please, Mom not Claire. Never! I would die because of the shame of it.” He looked down at his feet his voice lowering as he did not want to make a concession that seemed unbearable. “I will go to the clinic, but that is it.” He was almost choking the words from his throat.

Jane looked back at him. She could see his distress but also his resolute defiance. She sighed in resignation. “Alright Timothy, you have only yourself to blame for your defiance. You will be punished for your disobedience. You already know that don’t you? Go up to my bedroom and fetch my hairbrush. I am sure you still remember it. Are you going to obey me?” Timothy was too choked with emotion to speak. He nodded and got up from the chair. Somehow, he naively assumed that enduring having his bottom spanked, however painful, would be far more bearable than accepting the unthinkable prospect of being seen naked and examined by his older sister. Timothy had decided in his own mind that it would be an agonising but honourable escape. He hoped his Aunt Helen would leave before his mother started his spanking but knew he couldn’t presume that she would.

He weighed the hairbrush in his hands as he headed back down the stairs. His mind was a jumble of thoughts and feelings, much of which he could not understand. The thought of Claire seeing him naked had horrified him and yet it seemed so embarrassing that there was a vestige of arousal which, he had dismissed from his mind so rapidly that it ceased to exist. He entered the sitting room and looked around in surprise that only Claire and Emma were there. Claire was sitting on a hardbacked chair facing Emma. Their conversation stopped the moment he entered the room. Claire stood up and took him by the shoulders. Transfixing him with a vehement expression. “You have hurt me more than you know, Timothy. What were your words, mmm? Oh, yes… ‘Claire Never!” Were those the words you used?”

Timothy blushed immediately. “But… I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just that…” Before he could speak another word, Claire had slapped his face. Timothy looked stupefied. His face lost all of its colour with the shock of the slap. He had never had his face slapped and it had stopped him in his tracks. To be slapped by Claire was devastating. Tears filled his eyes and he looked at the grim face of his sister.

Claire could see his shock. His face was pure white the only colour was the imprint of her hand glowing red against the blanching of his cheek.

“You’ve hurt me more than you could ever know, Timothy. I am going to punish you… and you are going to take it.” There was not one ounce of resistance in Timothy’s body as she sat down and pulled him across her knees, plucking the hairbrush from his fingers. She pulled his shorts and underpants down to his knees and called Emma over to her. Pull those off his feet and then get his tee-shirt off. Emma slid the shorts and underwear down his legs and off his feet, instinctively she divested him of his socks at the same time. Claire had already pushed his tee-shirt up to his shoulders and Emma was easily able to pull it over his head and arms. Timothy gasped but made no other sound or movement.

Claire had carefully considered her choice of words and the slapping of his face, even before he had left to fetch the brush. She was well aware of the utter shock this would cause a young boy of Timothy’s timid nature. She looked down at the beauty of his buttocks and the shape of his thighs. He was perfect. She laid the brush on the dip of his spine and smoothed her hand over his bottom and down between his legs, making him spread them enough that she could see his plump scrotum.

The boy was completely malleable, even before his spanking she had broken his will and rendered him totally compliant. She spoke to Emma. “Please bring the other chair from the wall over there and place it so that you can sit opposite me.” She watched as Emma brought the chair and pointed to where she wanted it to her left. “Sit and hold his head in your lap while I give Timothy his spanking.” Emma looked as shocked as Timothy with the utter severity of Claire’s formidable expression. She sat as instructed. She lifted his head while she shuffled the chair forward until the boy’s head was laid to the side against her bare legs. She placed one hand upon the side his head and the other against his pale cheek. “Good girl, Emma.”

Timothy was absolutely silent and totally acquiescent to the manipulation of his body as Claire readied him for his spanking. “Spread your legs a little more Timothy, yes… that’s it.”

She raised the hairbrush and brought it down hard and fast upon the very centre of the bare cheeks of his bottom. The loud slap of the hard ebony brush reverberated around the room. Timothy cried out at the severity of the stroke. Claire had seen the teachers and prefects deliver enough spankings to know exactly how to make it hurt. She waited for the pain to build as she raised her arm for the second time. She brought it down again upon the very same spot. The splat of the hairbrush again covered both of his cheeks, again exactly in the centre of his buttocks. She could hear the distress in his voice as he cried out. She had seen Emma flinch as the second stroke landed on the same reddened spot. Claire saw Emma begin to stroke the boy’s face. Her fingers gently trailed over his pale cheek while she held his head firmly in place with her other hand.

The spanking lasted for twenty strokes, each one delivered hard and effectively. She had covered his entire bottom, paying particular attention to tenderest flesh where the cheeks join the thigh. The boy had started wailing at the sixth stroke. Tears spilled from his cheeks onto the bare flesh of Emma’s legs. It was as the twelfth stroke landed that he had started pleading with her. “Oh, please Claire… I am so sorry. I cannot believe that I talked to you like that.” She had not answered or heeded any of his appeals, instead she had steadfastly punished the cheeks of his bottom with force and accuracy.

His entire body was shivering and shaking as she dropped the hairbrush to the floor. She slipped her hand between his legs brushing her palm under his scrotum as she felt for his penis. One touch of the base of the shaft told her that he was fully erect. She smiled as she realised that her colleague’s observation of his stimulation from being spanked was absolutely correct.

Timothy was in turmoil. He had never expected to have found Claire waiting for him
instead of his stepmother. Although he loved his stepmother it was Claire who he adored more than anyone or anything. He had looked up to her since childhood. His love for her grew alongside his admiration and respect. The slap to his face had killed his wilful resistance in an instant. The spanking that he had endured had been agony, but Claire’s displeasure, levelled at him had shamed beyond anything he had ever felt or imagined. He knew that whatever she did to him, he would never ever defy her again; the hurt was too great.

She smacked his legs with her hand as she spoke to him. “Get up and stand facing me with your hands placed flat upon your head. Come along, do as you are told immediately.”

Emma Helped him up as he struggled from Claire’s knees. Timothy was shivering in shame as well as pain as he stood facing Claire. He placed his hands to his head as soon as he was upright. Claire saw that Emma’s eyes were wide open at the sight of Timothy’s erection.

“Ignore his erect penis, Emma. That is what he has been making all the fuss about. Young boys are always embarrassed at the thought of someone seeing their little penises especially when they have an erection. Timothy’s body is producing more semen than is normal for a young boy and that is why he cannot control his erections. With proper control and supervision, he will have far less of a problem. So that is what I intend to do. Within a month or so I will have ascertained exactly how many extractions he needs to properly manage his emissions. He will feel far better and more confident without this problem.” She looked into Timothy’s eyes, his shame and embarrassment had him quaking with emotion. His face had turned back to the colour of a beetroot.

“Listen to me Timothy. You are still an immature little boy and you need proper supervision. Your stepmother has entrusted me with looking after your physical welfare. You will obey me without fuss. I have given you twenty spanks with the hairbrush. Let me tell you that if I have to spank you again it will be doubled. Think about that, Timothy. You might think that that is an impossible amount to bear. It will seem it, but I assure you that that is exactly what you will receive. Do you understand me?”

Timothy was so wrapped in shame that he could hardly speak. “Yes… Claire, I am so sorry. I will do everything you ask.”
Claire softened her voice a little “Alright Timothy, but I mean what I said. Emma is going to take you up to Mother’s gym. You will get up on the massage table and lie down with your hands behind your head while you wait for me. You will not put your hands anywhere near your penis. You will hold Emma’s hand up the stairs and keep your other hand by your side. Don’t speak to me, just go.”

Claire relaxed her features once Emma had led Timothy out of the room. She could hardly contain the thrill she felt. She had felt quite close to orgasm while she was spanking Timothy, especially when she felt his penis harden between her legs as she brought down the hairbrush onto the delicious cheeks of his bottom. The sight of Timothy naked body confirmed her view that he was sheer physical perfection. She was so glad that he had not played with his own penis. It was perfectly straight and beautifully shaped. His circumcision had been performed perfectly when he was a baby and had left him with exactly the right amount of skin. A perfect boy with a perfect penis for me to play with whenever I want and a beautiful bottom to spank whenever I want.

She rushed to her bedroom to get changed. She intended to always perform her extractions in uniform. She knew that the perfect tailoring and superb material really suited her… and it was just so adaptable. She would have to decide how many buttons to leave undone. She showered hastily and spurned the idea of wearing underwear after hearing what Sue Parfit had told her. She sprayed perfume around her exquisite body before donning the sheer white tunic. She would have to get Emma something suitable and sexy as well, as she intended for her younger sister to be fully involved. She knew that Emma was dying to get her hands on Timothy and now she had the perfect opportunity. What a lucky fourteen-year-old she was.

Claire glanced at her sexy and immaculate appearance in the full-length mirror before leaving the bedroom. She knew it would be a shock for Timothy when he saw her in her uniform as she always changed into her Practitioner’s tunic at her place of work.

Emma was having the time of her life as she led her naked brother up the stairs. She did not speak to him until they had entered the small room next to their stepmother’s home mini-gym. The sturdy massage table stood in the centre allowing plenty of room all around it. The cabinet that stood to the side of the room was piled with towels and creams that Jane’s trainer used for her massages. Further down the room was a washbasin and vanity with cupboards beneath it. Emma kept hold of Timothy’s hand as they came to a stop in front of the massage table. The padded top had been covered with a crisp white sheet and Emma thought it looked quite clinical.

Before Timothy could make a move, Emma instructed him. “Up on the bed Timothy, I don’t want to have to watch you get your pretty bottom spanked again. It is very red. Do you want me to rub it for you?” She watched him blush, the colour filling his cheeks. She looked intently at his penis and testicles while his head was turned towards the bed. She watched him kneel on the bed before turning over. She realised that he was protecting his very sore bottom as it would have been much easier to sit on it first.

The boy was blushing furiously as he realised that he was supposed to put his hands behind his head. His spanking was too fresh in his mind to ignore that instruction. Reluctantly he put both his hands behind his head and rested his head back down on top of his palms. Emma couldn’t believe how excited she felt to have her older brother lying openly naked upon the bed and knowing that he was forced to do it. He had pressed his legs together in a vain attempt at some modesty. He suddenly jerked his body as Emma laid her cool hand upon his hip. She looked into his eyes, watching his face blush at her touch. She knew he was about to protest about her touching him. She diverted him by speaking to him. “You have a very pretty body, Timothy. I know of course, that your face is pretty, but your body matches it perfectly.”

He blushed profusely as he realised the vulnerability of his naked body. He tried to alleviate his embarrassment by correcting her.

“Boys are not pretty they are handsome. But I am neither of those… erm… I am just sort of… normal.”

Emma looked at him seriously. “No Timothy, you are very pretty, all of my friends say so.” She watched him blush at the compliment, which she knew he did not believe, but it had still embarrassed him. His penis, although not quite as hard or fully erect as it was in the sitting room, was still full and plump. “Your peenie is pretty as well, Timothy.” Timothy looked shocked. “Emma, please. Please don’t talk like that.” She laughed at him. “Well, it is. So there!”

He shivered as Emma slid her hand upwards from his hip to his chest, laying her fingers over his left nipple. Gently, she kept smoothing her fingers over the nub of flesh as she spoke to him. She was thrilled at the vulnerability of his body. She would have loved to have been able to touch his penis, but she thought he would protest so much that he might get another spanking.

“I am sorry you were spanked. I winced every time that wicked hairbrush smacked against the cheeks of your bottom. It made me feel funny in my tummy. Did it hurt you very much?” Timothy could not ignore her questions, but he really wished she would leave his chest alone. He could not ignore the sensation. He had not realised until this morning that a boy’s nipples could react to stimulus. He suddenly realised that the tip of his nipple had already erected into a firm conical point of flesh

“Yes, Emma. It was the worst pain I have ever felt in my life.” Emma realised that the flesh of his nipple had become hard. Her own nipples were always very sensitive, even when she just brushed her hand against them. She placed her left hand on his chest over his nearest nipple. She began to stroke it as she had his left one. This time she teased it with her fingernails. She felt it react immediately, so she began to use her fingernails against both of his nipples. She carried on asking him questions primarily to cover up her now overt stimulation of his flesh.

“Was it worse than when Jane spanked you?” He nodded his head. “Yes.” She smiled wistfully at him as she took the erect nub of each nipple between her fingers and thumbs. He looked at her oddly, unsure of whether she knew what she was doing to him. The door opened behind them and Emma saw Timothy suddenly gasp in surprise and then blush to a deep red. She turned her body, letting go of his nipples as she looked towards the door. She realised immediately why Timothy had gasped. Her sister was freshly made-up and wearing her smart nursing tunic. Emma winked at her as she faced away from the boy. Emma took everything in in one glance. No bra, buttons undone at the top and bottom, high heels, strong perfume.

“Right Emma give me a hand with him.” She looked at the boy who was blushing at the authoritarian and intriguing look of his older sister. “Pull your knees up Timothy” She watched him as he drew up his knees until his heels were almost touching his buttocks. She moved to the other side of the bed. “Right let your legs fall open as they are until you can press the soles of your feet together.” She put her hand on the inside of his left knee and gestured for Emma to do the same to his right knee.

They pressed his knees to each side until the soles of his feet were closed together. They could both see the boy shiver and blush as he realised that his penis and testicles were completely and openly displayed. He was also aware that his sphincter was no longer hidden by the crevice of his buttocks.

“Good boy. Now just relax. Claire slipped a glove from her pocket and deftly pulled it on her right hand. She reached into a jar of cream on the cabinet behind her, which she had left open from their preparations. She moved to stand at the same side as Emma. “Go around to the other side as I need to use my right hand.” Emma walked around the head of the boy and stopped as she heard Timothy’s involuntary gasp and splutter. “Oooohhh..mmph.”

She looked down the bed at her sister, whose hand seemed to be buried deep between her brother’s buttocks. “Just relax Timothy.” Clare’s voice was firm and crisp. Emma could see that the boy was distressed and guessed that Claire had already penetrated him. “Will you stroke his chest and tummy, Emma. This first extraction won’t take very long at all. Get that beaker from behind you, just make sure you have it ready.”

Timothy felt totally intimidated by his sister’s swift and efficient attitude since she had walked through the door. He could not believe how nonchalantly and deftly she had penetrated his bottom. Her fingers were probing and roaming inside him purposefully.

Suddenly she centred her fingers upon his prostate, the sensitivity of that particular spot alarmed him as she seemed to be able to elicit a sensation that had been completely alien to him until today. He felt his penis rise up of its own volition and then gasped as her slender fingers curled around the erect shaft, drawing his skin down and holding it there. “Emma, just put your fingers gently around his penis and stroke them up and down for me. It will be very sensitive so be very, very gentle. Emma could not believe what Claire was asking her to do. She was delighted and excited. Claire watched her. She was not hesitant or nervous, and Claire saw that she was just able to wrap her small, slender fingers around the glistening head of his penis. Claire observed her carefully as her young sister drew her hand down over the head onto the shaft, until the heel of her hand was touching her own. Claire could see her tongue protruding through her lips as she concentrated on the task of drawing her fingers carefully upwards and then instinctively stroking sensuously over the head. Claire thought that she was a natural little temptress.

Emma was almost dizzy with delight from her first touch of Timothy’s penis. She could not believe the velvety smoothness of the exquisitely shaped head as she ran her hand over it. Impulsively she brought her other hand up to the glans and began to tickle her fingernails over the tip and around the rim as Claire whispered to her.

“Get the beaker and tilt it so that it is above the tip of his penis. I am going to make him ejaculate now, take your hands away and be ready with the beaker.”

As soon as Emma had let go of his penis, Claire’s hand moved rapidly up and down the shaft. Unexpectedly, she applied a flurried series of prods and probes inside his bottom. Both girls heard his gasps and then his cry, as her expert stimulation became far more fierce and flurried.

Emma could not believe his reaction as his entire body became rigid. He had locked his muscles and it seemed as if he was having a spasm. She looked down to her task as the first huge globule of his semen jetted into the beaker.

Conscientiously, Emma soon got the hang of it, predicting each reduction in velocity and the likely trajectory of his semen, altering the angle of her beaker to catch it. She could not believe the anguish that her brother seemed to be in, as globule after globule of viscous fluid was collected in her beaker. His breathing was deep and rapid. She dearly wanted to see his face, but she was aware that she must not miss one drop. Her sister’s words seem to spur the boy on to greater effort as she instructed him.

“Come along, Timothy. I shall be very cross if you try and evade giving me a proper sample.”

Emma could see her forearm moving and flexing vigorously as her fingers worked busily deep within him. Her hand flew up and down the shaft of his penis, denying him any chance of evasion. His back was arched from the table and there was a fine quivering of his body. It was like a rope under tension being pulled tighter and tighter.

He gasped and moaned like a timid child seemingly in utter torment. Suddenly his entire body collapsed.

Emma watched, enthralled by the whole experience as her brother lay prostrated upon the bed. Totally, it seemed, bereft of will or reason. He had surrendered totally to his sister’s mastery. Emma scooped up his semen as Claire squeezed the very last drop from the tip of his straining penis.

“Good boy, Timothy. I am pleased with you. I am going to let you rest for a while. Just lie back while we attend to you.”

Claire went around the table to Emma and gave her some medicated wipes from the cabinet. She gave her young sister a cheeky grin. “Use these, Emma. Clean around the tip of his penis and right in between the cheeks of his bottom and his scrotum. Handle his testes carefully and take your time!”

Emma was delighted that she had been included in his extraction, but also that Claire had given her a task that would allow her to handle her brother as she saw fit. She had never been so excited with everything that she had been allowed to do. She knew that she was more besotted by her brother than ever before. His anguish during his ejaculation had thrilled her to the core. She pressed her pubis to the bed to try and assuage some of her pent-up emotion.

Claire went back to the other side of the bed and leaned over her brother. His eyes were closed, but he looked at her as soon as he heard her voice and felt her sweet breath on his face. “I love you Timothy and I want what is best for you. I am going to kiss you my sweet baby brother. Timothy had thought that she was going to kiss his cheek when her mouth closed over his. He shivered with emotion as she slowly probed through his lips with her tongue and seemed to penetrate his mouth as deeply as she had penetrated his bottom. When she eventually drew her head away and looked down on him, she could see that he was filled with emotion. His eyes were plainly pleading for her love and forgiveness. It was a poignant moment for both of them.

Claire held his gaze for a few more moments and then stepped back and spoke to him. “I love you Timothy and I want what is best for you. Stay in this position and allow Emma full access to your body. She will be in charge of you, and I expect you to give her your compliance and respect.”

Timothy blushed immediately, but certainly did not have the will to protest. Claire spoke to Emma, making sure the boy could hear her. “Emma, I am going to say goodbye to Aunt Helen, so while I am away you can clean him with the medicated wipes and then get a bowl of warm water from the basin and a flannel to wash between his legs. Dry him thoroughly with the towels on the cabinet. He should be capable of a full erection in about fifteen minutes.”

Timothy’s utter embarrassment was just as thorough as Emma’s utter delight. She could not help looking at his face and seeing his cheeks blush so profusely that her heart went out to him. She reached out and touched his burning cheek. “Don’t worry Timothy, I am going to take good care of you. Lay your head back on your hands and relax and let me do all the work.” She was delighted as his blush deepened even more floridly.

Emma wiped his genitals and the cleft of his bottom quickly and indifferently as if it was a well-practiced routine. She left him while she fetched water, washcloths and a dispenser of liquid soap. She ran the flannel washcloth quickly over the area that she had cleaned with the medicated wipes. She looked at his face and saw that he seemed more at ease with her deft and methodical washing.

Emma loved being in charge of his naked body. She soaped her hands, her body shivering with anticipation as she lathered them thoroughly. Now, she would have nothing between her slender hands and his delicious flesh. She started at the inside of his thigh just above the knee. Her hands moved upwards towards his groin. Her touch was firm and yet gentle. A sensuous stroking of her bare hands against his openly displayed flesh. She could feel his body suddenly shiver as she reached the juncture between thigh and pubis. She left him in nervous expectancy as she re-soaped her hands. She could hear him hold his breath and then suddenly gasp as she lifted his scrotum with her left hand. Impudently, she slipped the fingers of her right hand between the spread cheeks of his bottom. She heard him gasp as she smoothed and slid her fingers up and down the crevice. Becoming bolder each time, she realised that the boy was tensing and then releasing his buttocks in time with her movements. As she moved her hand down again, she slipped her first two fingers into his bottom, barely having to stretch the sphincter as she slithered the entire length of them up inside his him.

His body jerked in alarm as she probed inside. “Aaaahhh.” His gasps went unheeded as she squeezed his testes gently.

“Don’t be alarmed, I won’t hurt you.” Her voice was soft and sultry as spoke to him as if he was a child.

She saw that his penis was moving and gradually distending into tumescence. “Well done Timothy. Are you going to make your peenie stand up for me so that I can wash it more easily? Is that what you are doing for me. Making it bigger so I can wash it?”

She leaned over him so that her face was now only inches from his burgeoning member. She was fascinated as she watched it fill out and gradually grow. Bit by bit, she watched it increase in size until the first throb suddenly lifted it momentarily. The throbbing of his penis grew stronger and quicker, until the erected flesh lifted up and became completely elevated from his pubis.

“Oh, what a clever boy you are. It is going to be so much easier to wash with it standing up like that. Just let me finish inside your bottom and then I will attend to it for you.” She slipped her fingers out of his bottom and firmly pressed all four soapy fingers together before slipping them back up inside his. She could feel the sphincter stretch as she pushed upwards until she had impaled him fully.

“Ooooohhh… Emma, what are you doing?” Emma was delighted with the anxiousness in his voice.
“Don’t worry, I am just going to feel for that little lump that boys have inside them. I will be gentle I promise. She did not have to ask the boy if she was touching the right spot. His legs tensed immediately as she ran her fingertips gently over the little mound hidden inside him.

“Oh, that seems to be it, what do you think Timothy?”

“Oooohh, yes! Please don’t… it makes me feel funny.” She gently stroked over it once more, just to see if his body tensed again. She gently withdrew her fingers and patted his thigh. “Good boy, now as your little peenie is standing right up for me, I will wash that next. Tell me, did you feel all funny when Claire kissed you. You went almost cross-eyed when she let you go.” She watched him blush. “I know you love her. You have always followed her around like a puppy dog ever since I can remember. I bet it made you feel terrible inside when she had to spank you.

Timothy’s reply was a loud gasp as Emma’s fingers wrapped around the head of his penis. His body began to jerk and fidget as she retracted his foreskin. Her soapy hands slid the soft skin down the shaft, baring the sensitive flesh beneath. She carefully soaped around his exposed head, ignoring his obvious effort to escape her touch.

“I might have to spank your sore bottom if you do not keep still Timothy.” She turned her head to look at his face. His mouth was open, and he was grimacing from the intense sensation. His penis felt incredibly sensitive, and he could hardly contain himself. Emma kept her left hand wrapped around the exposed flesh as she cupped his testes in the palm of her right hand. “Try and keep still, I have to wash you. You heard what Claire has said… now keep still for me.”

Shivering and shaking Timothy tried to obey her. He could feel his penis beginning to throb. “Please Emma, it is too sensitive. I can’t keep still while you do that.” She could see his distress and knew that she dare not prolong tormenting him in case he was to ejaculate again.

Emma knew that she was not experienced enough to gauge exactly what was happening. She gently took her hands away, giving his testes a little squeeze before letting him go completely. She took a washcloth, soaked in clean water, and deftly cleared the soap from his penis and between the trembling cheeks of his bottom. She gave his legs a perfunctory wipe and then dried him carefully and stood back.

She moved to his head and stroked his blushing cheek. She leaned her head forward and kissed him softly on lips. She was pleased to see that he had blushed at the intimate kiss.

Emma turned her head towards the door as Claire entered the room. Emma thought she looked exquisite and had already seen how Timothy had reacted to her appearance.

“Emma, go to the other side of the bed and pick up the beaker. Don’t tilt it as I want to have a look at the measurement.”

Timothy immediately felt a churning in his stomach as Claire took the beaker and held it up to her eye level. “Mmm, six CC’s. That’s looking better, Timothy. Let’s see what improvement I get with this one. I see your penis is already fully erect, I wonder what made it do that!”

She did not even glance at his face as she dipped her bare hand into the jar of cream and scooped a large goop upon her fingers. Casually she slipped her hand between his cheeks and without warning, penetrated his sphincter with two of her long fingers. The ring of muscle gave way easily as she penetrated him to the hilt. His gasps and the shivering and jerking of his body was casually ignored by Claire as she grasped the shaft of his penis. “Keep still boy!” She thrust the fingers of her right hand as far up into his bottom as far as she could manage before curling her fingers upwards and scoring the fingertips over his prostate gland.

“Emma there is a petri dish behind you just lay it on his tummy so that you have both hands free.” She watched as Emma obeyed her. “OK Emma, get a little bit of cream on your hands and pull his foreskin down until it is stretched tightly.” She watched in delight as Emma lubricated her little hands and then without hesitation, stretched his foreskin down the shaft. She curled the fingers of her other hand around the head of his penis and began to stroke it up and down.

“That’s the way Emma, it won’t be long before you are able to manage on your own if you learn everything as quickly as this. Now let me just get his prostate stimulated a little and you can carry on until I am ready to take over. Try and get him well stimulated around the head of his little peenie, then let me take over while you hold the dish. OK here we go.”

Timothy could not believe what Claire was saying to Emma. She was going to let Emma, his fourteen-year-old sister, make him ejaculate. Order him about like his older sister was doing. Good God, His younger sister would be in charge of him. Surely that couldn’t happen!

Timothy felt Claire begin to squeeze his scrotum, gripping and releasing the soft orbs in a rapid motion while Emma’s hands spurred him towards their ultimate goal. The stimulation of their hands completely overwhelmed him. He knew that it was inevitable that he would ejaculate soon. He was completely and helplessly at their mercy. Their hands allowed him no respite. His back arched from the surface of the massage table as he felt their busy fingers goad him to greater hights of stimulation. It was an alarmingly intense and exquisite pain.

For a young boy to endure such a compelling sexual incentive to every part of his nervous system was unimaginable and yet it was happening. He felt it begin as a complete and all-encompassing welling-up, deep within his bottom. The feeling penetrated his vessels as it increased in an agonising intensity through the shaft of his penis.

He erupted, helpless and wracked with the passage of his semen. It was so overpowering that he shuddered in abandonment. He ejaculated dramatically. It was so powerful and profound that it was a form of agonising torture.

Once again, he collapsed onto the surface of the bed. He was exhausted, completely and comprehensively drained by the nonchalant ministrations of both his younger and older sisters.

Emma had successfully captured his semen. It would not be a perfect or accurate measurement of his output, being in a flat petri dish. But Claire could see that it was slightly less than four CC’s.

She was delighted and smiled at Emma. “Well done Emma, we seam to have got the measure of him now.”

She ignored Timothy as she slapped a soapy flannel between his legs. She washed his bottom and firmly gripped his penis. She perfunctorily but somewhat sadistically retracted his foreskin before wiping the head. She ignored his cry of alarm as she nonchalantly wiped his over-sensitive flesh.

She addressed her young brother as if she had forgotten what he had been through. “Aunt Helen will meet you at the office just before seven am tomorrow. She has already taken your suit, shirts, tie and belt, as well as your shoes and socks. She will hang them in the male restroom, as you are the only person to use that. You are to go to the office in your tracksuit. Have you got that? Don’t forget seven am.”

Timothy nodded, his reddened face looking at her in embarrassment. He normally arrived just after that time, as he was always keen to get back to his work as early as possible.

He nodded and spoke respectfully. “I promise I’ll be there early, Claire.”

Claire nodded and spoke to Emma. She was able to observe Timothy at the same time, interested in his reaction to her words.

Emma, will you let him rest for a few more moments and then take him to the main bathroom and stand him in the bath. Wash him thoroughly, not forgetting that his little peenie will be very sensitive. Dry him and put him to bed. Don’t worry, he will obey you otherwise you may spank his bottom as hard as you like until he complies. Are you clear with what I’m asking?”

Emma could hardly disguise her delight. She answered her sister seriously for the benefit of her brother whose face had turned a livid purple. “Yes, Claire. I will make sure he is squeaky clean.”

“Good girl, I’ll leave you to look after him!”

His stand-up bath at the hands of his younger sister embarrassed him so much that he was constantly blushing throughout the entire procedure. She had him standing facing her with his legs spread wide and his hands placed firmly on top of his head.

She washed him thoroughly and treated him just like one would a young child. Timothy suspected that that was how she would handle him. She had made him bend over as she penetrated his bottom several times with all four soapy fingers. She washed his penis and testicles, constantly, telling him to keep still as he became overwrought at the goading and stimulation which he knew was quite deliberate. He was well aware that she had him near to ejaculation several times.

His penis was never allowed to remain anything other than totally erect. He complained twice as her fingers excited him beyond his ability to control himself. Each time she had him bend over and proceeded to lightly spank his quivering buttocks. Eventually she took him to his bedroom and drew back the covers for him to get into bed. She had told him to lie face down and had powdered his bottom with talcum powder. Her hand slipping between the cheeks of his bottom to rub it in. “Poor baby’s bottom has had a proper spanking hasn’t it. Never mind I will kiss it better. And to his embarrassment, she had done just that!

She then had him turn over, and after sprinkling powder over his genitals rubbed it in slowly and sensuously until she was satisfied that he was fully erect again. She had kissed him goodnight, her lips covering his and her tongue penetrating deep into his mouth. The final ignominy was when she slipped her hand down under the covers and checked that his penis was still fully erect. This seemed to have pleased her greatly as she looked into his eyes and whispered to him. “I love you Timothy. You are my beautiful boy and don’t you dare forget it!”

Timothy was ready to fall asleep when Claire entered the room She sat at the side of him and leaned over and kissed him tenderly on the lips.” I love you Timothy, you don’t have to tell me you are sorry, I know you are. I am very proud to be your sister, you are such a sweet and beautiful boy, and I will always be here for you. I love you with all my heart.

Timothy arrived at his office building at six-forty-five precisely. He had jogged from their home in the leafy and quiet cul-de-sac. Their home was one of a terrace of four-storied Brownstone houses hidden away, but central to busy Madison Avenue. He made the run to his office in under thirty minutes. Despite the traumas of yesterday he had slept soundly. This morning had been a welcome revelation as his morning erection had disappeared as soon as he had begun to use the toilet.

Somehow he felt better and more rested. Perhaps due to his sister’s loving words. He took the stairs rather than the elevator and walked quickly into the main office floor. He saw Miss Sorenson was already seated at her desk, sifting through emails that she had printed for Miss Walker. She looked up and gave him that special smile that she seemed to reserve just for him. He reacted with his usual blush.

“Miss Walker won’t be in for a while. She has instructed me to show you to the Elite Medical clinic in the next building.” Timothy was about to become embarrassed when he realised that she had no reason to suspect what his attendance was for. “You are nice and early, did you run all the way from home.” Timothy nodded his head. “Yes, under thirty minutes this morning.” She looked him up and down as she stood up from her desk. “No wonder, you look so fit.” Timothy blushed again. He could not help looking at her. Michelle Sorensen really was an extremely classically beautiful girl. Her clothes were expensive and yet simple and conservative. A white cotton shirt with a casual silk neckerchief under the collar and buckled with an exquisite silver clasp, from where the ends ran down like a tie. Today she was wearing a navy A-line skirt that finished just above the knee. Her shoes were slender sling-backs with a high heel. Timothy knew that they were Gucci as he had produced artwork for an ad for them quite recently and they had loaned several different pairs to familiarise him with the style. Her hair was naturally ash-blonde, above her classic and refined features. Timothy found her looks intriguing and intimidating. “Come along then let’s make a start. Maybe, they might let you go in early, if they are not busy.

It felt odd to Timothy as they walked. Miss Sorensen, instead of just walking by his side, walked slightly back from him, holding his elbow as if she were escorting a young person. The receptionist at the rather expensive looking clinic, was of a similar class to Michelle Sorensen. She looked rather haughty until Miss Sorensen spoke to her and the girl took a second look at her.

“I have brought Timothy Peterson for his appointment, this is Clinic Two, I presume?” Timothy had watched the receptionist’s attitude change completely. No wonder Miss Sorensen had been placed her in such an important job. “Oh, Yes.” She looked at her notes hidden behind the lip of her desk. “Let me take you through, they have their own little reception there. You are early, we may be lucky and get Timothy straight in.”

Timothy thought how quickly the receptionist had become acquiescent to them. They walked into a small reception area with several door leading off from it. A nursing sister dressed in a navy tunic stood up from her desk to greet them. She was an attractive young woman. Timothy guessed she would be in her middle twenties, no more than twenty-five he thought. The clinic obviously believed in employing young and attractive staff.

“Through here please Miss Sorensen… erm, Timothy.” She talked as they walked along a short corridor and into Room E2. “Miss Walker has been on the phone and has arranged every detail.” The sister explained to Miss Sorensen.

Timothy’s heart sank and his eyes opened wide as he saw the huge, solid-looking examination bed beneath a complex operating theatre light. There were two young nurses standing by the side of it. They looked extremely young, and their candy-striped uniforms seemed unusually short for nursing staff. Their tanned legs were bare, and their shoes were a white canvas in a very lightweight style.

One of the candy-stripe nurses spoke directly to Timothy. “Your gown is here ,and you can use cubicle two.” Timothy quickly glanced at the row of cubicles that had curtain across them. His face was blushing profusely as the sister spoke to the young candy-striper.

“No, no nurse. Timothy Peterson is a minor. He is barely sixteen years old. He doesn’t need a gown and he must be within your vision and under observation at all times. Get him undressed and up onto the table. Lithotomy Position three on the controller once you have his legs in the stirrups.”

Without a glance at Timothy, the sister turned to Miss Sorensen. “Miss Walker has delivered his suit and shirt etcetera and his sports-bag for his tracksuit and trainers. She would like you to stay with him throughout his procedure, which won’t take more than half an hour at the most. Let me take you and get you a coffee while the nurses get Timothy ready.” She smiled brightly at Michelle and nodded to one of the young nurses to proceed. Timothy dare not look at Miss Sorensen.

Timothy was absolutely stupefied. His embarrassment was overwhelming as he stood blushing and shaking while one of the young candy-stripers knelt down in front of him and began to undo the laces of his trainers. The other nurse stood by his side and unzipped his tracksuit top. The girl in front of him looked up at him as she put her hand upon his calf and gestured for him to lift his foot. She slipped off each trainer, taking the sock at the same time.

Before he knew it, she had reached up and slipped his tracksuit bottoms down his legs, revealing his tiny briefs. He had used tight underwear for his run, which was designed to support him comfortably. His hands stayed at his sides as he lifted his legs one by one while she took the bottoms from under his feet. She folded them while in her kneeling position and laid them on top of his shoes.

He felt the girl at his side, move behind him and pull his top from his shoulders. As she did so, he felt his underwear being pulled down at exactly the moment that his arms were occupied behind him by the sleeves of his top. He blushed as the nurse kneeling in front of him, lifted his legs one by one and took them off, leaving him bare from the waist down.

He was thankful that his penis was flaccid as the young candy-striper stood upright and carried his clothes to a cupboard. He felt the nurse who was standing behind him, pull his tee-shirt up over his head, leaving him entirely naked.

After she had disposed of his shirt, both nurses walked him to the examination bed. “Sit up on the bed, Timmy and we will get you in position. As soon as his bare bottom was seated on the cool white sheet the nurses began to manoeuvre him until he was laid flat. One Nurse spoke to the other.

“Erm do we have to…?” She was interrupted by the second nurse. “Yes, of course, he is a minor. He is just a boy, so we have to keep him secure on the bed.” The nurse, who had asked the question was at the head of the table. She spoke briskly to him. “Put you arms along the bed behind your head and then I will get you something to rest your head on.” Timothy felt a broad canvas strap being drawn over his forearms and tightened. It was soft and not in the least uncomfortable, but he found it most embarrassing to have his arms strapped down. He felt a slim firm pillow being placed on top of arms and under his head.

The nurse moved to the other side of the bed opposite her colleague. Together they lifted his legs and pulled them apart until they could place them in the stirrups lying at each side, parallel to the bed. “Are you comfy Timmy?” Timothy hated being called Timmy, but at the moment he thought that that was the least of his problems. He was thankful Miss Sorensen had been led away and was not going to be privy to his embarrassing procedure. “Yes, thank you, nurse.”

She smiled at him with a sort of professional smile. “Good boy, we are going to raise the stirrups now. They move automatically, so no cause for alarm, OK?”

The stirrups began to rise and then the nurse paused them at about a two-foot elevation from the bed. They both took a Velcro canvas strap and fastened them over his shins. When they were satisfied the stirrups started to rise again. Until they stopped and moved towards his hips. They stopped again and began to spread apart. Timothy felt his legs being stretched alarmingly wide apart. To his consternation he found that they were spread far more widely than yesterday. He thought that they were higher too. He knew that his buttocks were completely parted and open to view.

He could think of a no-more-embarrassing position than this. He knew that his face had coloured up again as one of the nurses came to his side. She casually placed her hand upon his chest as she looked into his eyes. He blushed again as the hand casually stroking over his chest demonstrated his vulnerability.

“Everything comfortable, nothing hurting, Timmy?” Timothy looked up at her pretty face, thinking that she must be the same age as him. “No, Nurse thank you.” Timothy laid there while the nurses busied around the clinic, pulling out shelves and taking bottles and jars to a portable table which he noticed was on large rubber castors.

His attention was suddenly alerted by footsteps, he looked to the doorway to see two young nurse practitioners. He knew that they were Practitioners they were wearing the same style tunics as his sister. They also both wore the same rank upon their epaulettes.

One of the Nurse Practitioners immediately came up to stand by his head. She looked down at him but did not introduce herself or the other Nurse Practitioner.

“You’ve had this done yesterday, so I won’t spend time explaining the procedure again. Just lie still and we will get started. It shouldn’t take long.”

Even as she spoke the last words, he shivered at the sudden sensation of a cold cream being applied between the cheeks of his bottom. He looked down the bed between his widely spread legs to see that the other practitioner was cursorily lathering cream between his buttocks. She did not look up or seem in anyway concerned with his shiver of reaction. The Practitioner who had spoken to him moved a couple of steps towards his elevated thigh and looked down at his genitalia as if she was weighing up her task for this morning. She spoke to her colleague. “I don’t know where his guardian has got to. I understood from sister that she was due to observe the procedure”
At the moment that she turned to look at the doorway, Miss Sorenson walk through into the examination room. “Ah, there she is.” She turned to one of the candy-stripers. “Get Miss Sorenson a stool, nurse. Timothy’s face coloured up the minute he saw her enter the room. He shuddered in shock and immediate embarrassment. He was absolutely mortified that she was in the room. He wanted to protest and explain that Miss Sorensen was not his guardian, but then he remembered that the Practitioner had addressed her by her name. He shuddered violently at the very thought of Miss Sorensen seeing him naked and in such an embarrassing position.

The nurse practitioner moved away from the bed for a moment while she smeared her hands with antiseptic, and he was able to see Miss Sorensen at the far end of the room. She did not look towards him but was being shown to the foot of the bed. She would have a direct and unhindered view between his raised and widely spread legs. She would have a close-up view of his bottom-hole and his penis and testicles. In fact, nothing would be hidden from her view. She would be able to see and hear the entire humiliating procedure. Timothy was so embarrassed that his lips began to tremble and his body shivered and shook in acute embarrassment. The nurse placed a stool next to Miss Sorensen and gestured with an open palm that it was for her. He saw Miss Sorensen spurn the invitation and remain standing.

Timothy could have died at the utter and anguished shame that surged through him. His stomach churned with an unremitting feeling of dread. He suddenly gasped in alarm as two things happened simultaneously. His penis was grasped firmly, and his bottom was firmly penetrated. He could not tell what the nurse was using but he felt his sphincter being stretched wider and wider. Surely she could not exert any more pressure… and the beautiful Miss Sorensen was watching every intricate detail of what they would do to him.

He gasped and groaned as the two nurse practitioners began to work deftly and quickly. Their ministrations seemed practised and familiar to them. He jerked his body as his foreskin was deftly drawn back until it was stretched tight, and he felt an incredible sensation at the tip of his penis. He looked between his legs to see that the nurse was casually preparing to rotate her flattened palm over the tip of his penis. Even before he felt the first rotation of her palm, he knew just how unbearable it was going to be.

He could not help squirming his hips as much as the stirrups allowed, in an unsuccessful attempt to escape the torturous sensation from assaulting the tip of his penis. It was futile as Incredibly a second agony made him tense his muscles in fear. The other nurse suddenly pressed hard against his prostate gland combining their stimulation into a single entity of pure undiluted agony. The nurse who was manipulating his penis suddenly changed her method, taking him completely by surprise.

One hand retracted the foreskin even more tightly as her other hand became a flurry of activity, moving up and down over the coronal rim. His distress was wretchedly acute as he looked at her in absolute shock. Her face showed no emotion at all. She merely raised her chin to the two candy-stripers who were obviously waiting for instruction. Timothy felt himself blush even more furiously as he realised that the nurse had already predicted his ultimate humiliation.

On cue, one stepped forward with a container in her hand, while the second girl moved to his side and nonchalantly reached for his nipples. She did not even look at him as she squeezed hard upon the sensitive nubs of flesh. He felt his testes being lifted and squeezed as the goading inside his bottom suddenly became unbearable. He could not resist the urge to ejaculate. That now familiar feeling overwhelmed his body, and he sank into the throes of utter abandonment. He cried out helplessly as his semen jetted continuously and painfully into the wide lipped beaker. His last view before he squeezed his eyes shut in shame, was of Miss Sorensen standing at the foot of the bed looking down at the nurses’ successful ministrations between his legs.

Timothy could not tell how long he ejaculated for, but his climax seemed to be prolonged and tormented. The utter ignominy of Miss Sorensen seeing him ejaculating into the nurses beaker, burned into his brain.

He opened his eyes tentatively to see that everyone had left apart from the two candy-stripers that were paying him no attention at all.

It had all seemed so clinical that he felt as if he had been handled more like an object than a person. He had heard the nurse practitioner ask the young candy-striped nurse for the amount of the emission. She had pronounced casually that it was ten CC’s. He had been given no instruction as to whether they had finished with him or what was to happen next.

His overriding feeling of shame that the beautiful Miss Sorensen had witnessed his ejaculation had devastated him. He knew that he was crying with shame of it but could not help himself. His stomach churned in dread. He felt as guilty as if he had committed the crime of indecent exposure.

Whatever would she think of him? Her face had betrayed no emotion while she had watched the procedure. He wanted to turn back the clock for it never to have happened.

He felt himself flush with colour, his cheeks burning at the thought of it. He could not imagine ever being able to look her in the face again. She had stood and watched him! He realised at that moment just how mortified he felt at being observed by her. His mind recalled every detail of what the nurses had done to him and how he had reacted, and she had seen it all. Seen every second of him at his very worst. He would never live it down.

He was aware that his penis was quite flaccid as he looked down at himself. He looked at the large theatre clock on the far wall and could see that it was only eleven minutes after seven

He was dreading ever seeing Miss Sorensen again when the doors opened. He jerked his head towards the doorway. Both Nurse practitioners were entering the room. They did not spare him a glance as they proceeded to their previous positions. Without preamble the nurse at the nearest side of the bed to the door, nonchalantly took his penis in her hand. She glanced at his face almost disdainfully as she held the tip and stretched the flesh upwards. She retracted his foreskin and began to rub one finger up and down the exposed flesh of his stretched frenulum. She did not bother to look at him to gauge his reaction, quietly confident in her experienced manipulation as to what the inevitable result would be.

He felt the other nurse lift his testicles just as casually while she began to lubricate his sphincter. Her fingers were gentle but firm, probing the recoiling stricture in a well-practised and cursory investigation. Before Timothy could react to the insistent exploration of his orifice she was already penetrating him with two straightened fingers.

Timothy gasped at the rapid and indifferent intrusion into his bottom. He gasped again in despair as her fingers continued, fully entering him and heralding the nurses’ intention of continuing to torment his body. Her fingers had pried and coerced their passage straight up inside his bottom until they could go no further. He violently expelled his breath for a third time as he felt the Nurse Practitioner grasp the shaft of his now rigid looking penis. He watched her satisfied expression as again she brought her flattened palm up over the top of his penis and rotated it against the tip of his urethra. She turned to look at his reaction and to his embarrassment, he saw a slight smirk upon her face as he grimaced and shivered at the excruciating sensation.

His heart sank as he heard footsteps from the doorway. He looked in dread as the nursing sister and Miss Sorensen entered the room. They walked straight to the foot of the bed and proceeded to watch the busy fingers of the two Nurse Practitioners as they went about their business.

Timothy was beside himself with guilt and shame at the sight of Miss Sorensen. His shame turned to utter distress as one of the nurses began to scissor her fingers inside him. Pressing and releasing the pressure so rapidly, that it seemed to excite his senses profoundly. He could not hide his emotions as he began to writhe and squirm his hips shamefully. He could not help himself. The ministrations of both practitioners seemed to be more vigorous and far more intense than the first time. He could not help reacting immediately to each and every touch. The combined expert and prodigious goading of his trembling body was being enacted without mercy.

For a young and naïve boy of Timothy’s disposition it was all too much to bear. He did not want to cry out while being observed by Miss Sorensen, but the practitioner’s intense deliberations overwhelmed him totally. He began to writhe in absolute torment as their hands became unrelenting in eliciting the maximum stimulation to every erogenous nerve in his body.

Their skills seemed beyond Timothy’s comprehension. It was if they knew exactly when and where to apply some new form of agonising torture, skilfully eliciting a greater, more agonising response from the young boy’s reluctant nerves and naïve emotions. Timothy reacted by shivering and shaking, punctuated by violent shudders as some new torment would prolong his distress.

He writhed with increased intensity, his body dancing in fevered movements as the young practitioners kept him on the brink of a torturous conclusion. He was painfully aware that his reluctant gyrations and hoarse gasps were being watched and heard by Miss Sorensen. Worse still was the knowledge that the culmination of the nurses’ expert ministrations would be his total humiliation as he was made to display his bared emotions with a fountain of proof of his total and complete sexual vanquish.

A defeat which would be accompanied by gasps and pleas for them to stop. The nurses increased the speed and intensity of their fingers. They became a blur to the eye and no less rapid inside his quivering bottom. The climax embarrassed the boy completely. He cried out as suddenly, to his astonishment, he felt sharp slaps being applied to his bottom. He could not believe it as he looked down in alarm and saw the sister raising her hand time after time and slapping his tender bottom cheeks. At the very same time, he experienced the intense pressure of his testicles being squeezed and released in a rapid rhythm. He was utterly and comprehensively bereft of any self-control. He was vaguely aware of one of the very young candy-stripers appearing at his side. Casually she reached across and took one of his nipples in each hand. She looked towards the practitioner for her prompt before squeezing them fiercely.

Timothy cried out as his body reached its reluctant climax. “Oh, stop, please, please… No more, please I can’t stand it!”

His face was in rictus and his eyes were painfully shut tight as he tried to deal with the intensity of his expulsion. He ejaculated helplessly. Unaware at first that his nipples had been sharply pinched and then released at the point of his climax letting the blood flow painfully back into the nubs of flesh. He gasped and gulped for breath, explosively expelling every drop of semen from his timid body.

He had capitulated fully to the expertise and dexterity of the nurse practitioners and had been left emotionally bereft of any resistance. His extraction had been an efficient and quite impersonal assault upon his senses. He could feel the tears of shame escaping from his tightly shut eyelids. They fell freely down his cheeks. It was an overt expression of his deep emotion. He felt his chest being gently stroked it was soothing and appeasing.

He lay breathing heavily and rapidly. He refused to open his eyes, preferring to shut out the shame of the room. Hands continued to stroke over his chest and tummy. It seemed comforting to remain in his dark shroud, feeling the comfort of soft hands against his skin. For a time shutting out the harsh reality of his humiliation. The hands that stroked his chest moved lower stroking over his pubis and his diminishing penis, patting it gently before returning to suffuse his entire chest with calm.

Miss Sorensen had watched the two extractions of the boys semen with apparent dispassionate indifference. Her face insouciant and betraying none of her emotions. Inwardly she was deeply moved by the beauty of the boy as his naïve movements contorted his body so mesmerizingly that she was constantly surprised and thrilled. She had always thought, from the moment that she first saw him, that he was unusually perfect facially. To her delight his body was the equal t the beauty of his face. She had summed up her feeling for his beauty as delicious.

Perhaps callously, she had known exactly what was to happen to the boy. Every touch and eliciting of his arousal was bluntly explained to her by the Nursing Sister. Her pretty lips had not concealed or shied away from the bare and unvarnished description of what would be happening to Timothy. The description and the actuality had matched almost perfectly. She had even explained that the previous Nurse Practitioner had suspected that the boy may be aroused to climax more comprehensively, if he was spanked at the point of ejaculation. Michelle thought that it had indeed spurred him to greater effort. She continued stroking her hands over his chest. She would love to have lifted his penis to kiss it, instead she had contented herself by stroking her fingers lightly over the velvety flesh, delighting in the feel of him.

The Nurse Practitioner had whispered to her that the reduction in his output had been very successful. Michelle was happy for the boy. She thought that he must have been miserable constantly trying to inhibit and manage his almost constant erections. Instead, she hoped that he would just have a normal level of arousal that he would find easy to control… as did most men. She already knew that she would have a hand in his treatment according to Miss Walker.

She already knew everything that had happened to Timothy. She was aware of his spanking and what it consisted of. She was equally aware of his extraction at the hands of his older and younger sister. Although Helen had witnessed none of this, she had related the details to her. She had been made aware that Helen had deliberately arranged and taken a breakfast meeting this morning with the client whose layouts Timothy had completed late yesterday. She knew that Helen wished to retain her professional relationship with Timothy and retain their mutual respect between each other. Michelle thought that all of this was most satisfactory. Timothy would be in for a few more shocks that Michelle would be part of. The form and circumstance of what that would be were yet unknown to her.

She looked down at the beautiful young boy and stopped stroking of his chest to trail her fingers delicately over his cheek to make him open his eyes. She was fully expecting his blushes as he realised who it was.

She was fully ready as he looked up into her eyes and blushed profusely and deeply. She leaned down and kissed his lips. She robbed him of his breath for several moments as she played her tongue between his trembling lips. Her voice was loving and gentle but with no false condescension. “Good boy, Timothy. Let me talk to you for a second.” He looked worried and extremely embarrassed. She knew that there was not an ounce of bravado in him. It was one of his many qualities.

“I want you to know, that I am very proud of you. I am proud that you have endured this procedure and I am extremely proud that you found masturbating to be against your sense of decency and disrespectful to those who you love and care for. I want you to know while we are here together that I am very, very fond of you. That I do not disrespect you or feel superior to you. I especially want you to understand that I do, as you do, and that is everything that Miss walker requires of me.”

She looked at him, their eyes meeting for the first time without him blushing.

“She has given me certain instructions so that I can help you. She asked me whether I would mind doing that. I can tell you that I would do anything for you Timothy.” She smiled again as she glimpsed a fleeting revelation of his feeling of love and desire for her. She was thrilled.

“Now let me kiss your pretty lips again while you are still tied up.” She giggled, watching him smile as he tested his hands and found that they were loose. She lowered her head and felt him meet her lips. His kiss was not juvenile or an attempt at being manly or predatory, it was a submissive kiss that told her of his honest emotion of love and supplication to her an obedience to whatever she would want from him. She felt a different thrill run through her body as she released his lips and smiled at him. Nervously he smiled back at her.

“Good boy, that was a lovely, kiss. Now stay where you are as the sister needs to come and examine you, but she let me talk to you first. This little bit will probably embarrass you, but Miss Walker wants a full report on your progress. After all she wants to look after her favourite investment.”

She could see that he was concerned but did not blush again. Michelle got up from her stool and walked through to see the Sister.

The sister was her usual efficient self as she smiled at Michelle. “Come along then I will take you through everything that you need to know for Miss Walker. My what an efficient and forthright lady she is.” She led Miss Sorensen back into the room. This time they both smiled at Timothy who was still in his same vulnerable position. The Sister went to the head of the bed and quickly retightened the straps which had held Timothy’s arms above his head. She smiled at him as she spoke. “I have to make sure you don’t fall off, while I am examining you.”

She smiled again, ignoring his look of protest as she took Michelle’s elbow and led her to the foot of the bed. She quickly lubricated her fingers although she was not wearing gloves, and moved to stand between his legs, pulling Michelle to her side.

“OK, we will start at the bottom, literally, she smiled at the pun. “Just relax Timothy, I will be very gentle, and this won’t take a minute.”

Without another word she gently teased his sphincter open with her forefinger and inserted it for about an inch or so. She pressed against the bottom of the opening until she had relaxed it, before slipping two fingers inside, easily sliding them up into his bottom. She turned her hand upwards and smiled as Timothy jerked at the intense sensation. She immediately located his prostate. Her touch was careful as she felt around the familiar mound. “His prostate is within the normal range for a boy of his age and is soft and malleable. It has been relieved after the extraction which provided some massage to it.” She looked at Michelle.

“Just dip your fingers into the jar and follow my instructions.” Michelle was a little unsure what to do, but she thought of Helens instructions. She lathered her right hand and watched as the Sister brought her hand out of his bottom leaving the tips of two fingers pressing against the bottom of Timothy’s sphincter, provided a small aperture above. “You have very slender fingers Miss Sorensen, use both together and insert them on top of mine, slip them straight in, it makes it very much easier for you to penetrate when you are definite in your actions. Off you go.”

Michelle found that the aperture was tight, but her fingers slipped through with ease, without a further instruction she turned her hand upwards and felt his prostate almost immediately. She recognised it and explored the extremely smooth mound of the gland. It was soft and pliable and certainly not large. She did not look at Timothy’s face until she had withdrawn her hand.

“Yes sister it is very pliable. I would imagine it is very healthy.” She said, looking at Timothy’s blushing face. She gave him a gentle smile of apology.

“All done Timothy.”

The Sister passed her a large, medicated wipe. She had already cleaned her own hands. The sister. Placed her hand beneath his tight bulging scrotum. “His testes may reduce, but I think this is probably normal for Timothy. Semen from the testes is only a few percent of the amount he would ejaculate the rest is stored in the prostate, epididymis and seminal vesicle. So, no apparent visual difference externally. Please just feel his testes, cup them in you palm and just pull forward slightly.”

She took Miss Sorensen’s wrist and placed her hand under his scrotum. Michelle was delighted. His scrotum was wonderfully tight and full, she held her breath as she gripped gently with her fingers and pulled the bag forward. His testes felt wonderful as she rolled them in her fingers. She saw Timothy’s flesh shiver as she eventually let him go. “You need to examine his penis, it is pristine in shape, straight and true. And with no masturbation from a single source, shall we say, it will remain so.”

She picked the now turgid member up and retracted the prepuce perfunctorily. The Sister obviously ignored the boy’s embarrassment or his shiver at her touch. She gestured for Michelle to examine it.

Michelle delightedly lifted his penis which was nearly becoming stiff enough to stand upright. She delicately retracted his foreskin and slipped it down the shaft. It felt so smooth, that she let her fingers trail around the glans which she thought was the softest skin she had ever felt. She knew that her touch had made Timothy’s penis throb, followed by his audible gasp of sensation and dismay. She continued to examine it until it throbbed again. “All done Timothy.” She thought she sounded like the Sister as she let him go to see it lazily stay upright swaying as if it were in a soft breeze.

The sister led her back around timothy’s widely spread legs she took the controller and casually pressed one button. His legs began to move to a rest position with several slight changes of direction to stop the limbs from straining as they returned to the level of the bed. “Just feel his legs, tummy and chest, Miss Sorensen, while I undo his fastenings. You will feel that his musculature is very athletic and very well tones. His skin is thick and extremely pliant, most of these things are in his medical report, including his recent eye and hearing scores. All in all, a fit young man. Take your time Miss Sorensen. A quick examination is never a good exam, they say.”

Michelle was going to forego a lot of what the Sister had suggested. Then she began to wonder when she would get such an ideal opportunity again. One apology would do for all, she thought as she examined his thighs. Methodically her hand felt his groin his pubis and up over his completely flat tummy. She spent time over his tummy, he did not have a six-pack, but it was firm and muscled and so near to his penis and testes that she thought it delightful. She moved up to his chest running her hand over his nipples, immediately noticing how sensitive and reactive they were, she left them both deliberately erect as she smoothed her fingers over shoulders and neck to his beautiful face. Her fingers delicately traced his jaw line before moving up through his hair which was absolutely straight and fine but thick. She could not resist caressing his small, neat ears before she had finished with him.

She looked at his penis to see that it had diminished enough that it was laid pump and turgid on his groin. Sister smiled at her.

“Would you get him wiped off with medicated wipes and then take him to the shower through there.” She pointed to a door. “There is a dry area so that he can be observed throughout. Observation is required by the way I will be just through the double doors if you need me. Everything else is in the cupboard in the changing area next to the shower. You can collect the sports bag from my desk his sportswear is all folded in it!”

Michelle moved down the bed. “Lift your knees, Timothy. I will just wipe between the cheeks of your bottom. You are all greasy. I don’t know what soaps they have in the shower so at least I can get the worst off you.”

Timothy was bright red, even more so when he felt Miss Sorensen wipe his bottom like a baby. “Will you stand up Timothy, I can’t get at you like this. Let me help you off the bed.”

Timothy was off the bed like lightning. He stood looking at her wondering what to do. Michelle laid the box on the bed and took hold of his arms. She gently turned him around and then pressed between his shoulder blades. “Bend over and place your chest on the bed and spread your legs.” Timothy complied quickly, probably because at least his penis would not be in view.

Michelle delighted in wiping his bottom, his buttocks were delightful, she took the opportunity to smooth her hand over them. He was going to stand up straight and Michelle immediately told him to wait until she had examined his buttocks properly. That was the last of his embarrassments for the morning. She watched him shower but the seating was well back, so she did not embarrass him again. She did help him with his tie, but apart from that it was two very smart city businesspeople, that walked out of the Elite Clinic and sauntered into the ground floor café of their own building at ten minutes after eight.

She had Timothy sit at a table while she fetched coffee for both of them. “Enjoy your coffee Timothy, you deserve it. I obviously have things to say. But the reason I brought us here is so that some of the staff that come and get their coffee here, will see you. So even if you walk in later than usual it will look like you have been to the gym and then come here. Hence the damp hair and sports bag. Got it?”

There was still a bit of an atmosphere and she knew it was because she had examined inside his bottom and examined his penis. She was not going to apologise as it had been required by Miss Walker. She decided that now was not the time to put him in his place. But she would have to do it soon independently of Miss Walker’s authority. That is, she thought if she was to further her relationship with the boy. Her phone dinged and she took it from her bag. She looked at the text. She read it carefully and replied as she usually did to her boss and mentor. ‘Got it!’ She looked at Timothy and smiled quickly before she spoke. “Oh Timothy, the client who we pitched your layouts for is undecided.” Timothy’s face fell. “Oh, I am at a loss, I really thought I had hit the button with those. I wonder what the competition has produced.” He was back in work mode immediately, something she admired in Miss Walker’s young protégé. She smiled wickedly. “Yes he is at a loss as to whether he ought to extend the campaign and run all three. We got the job, Dumbo!”

His pretty features wreathed into a smile. “Is she pleased?” Michelle looked at him. Narcissist! What you mean is… is she pleased with you! Timothy grinned. “Is she? Michelle had to laugh delighted. She looked around as two of the finishing artists said “Hi.”

“Time to go golden boy!” Timothy found that he was raring to go back to his office, his mind totally upon his colour palette for the layouts he had produced. They walked back to the office his step confident, almost bouncing on his feet athletically.

It was mid-day before he gave a thought to how he was feeling after this morning’s wretched torment. He somehow felt free of any impediment to his life. He had been, belittled, humiliated and embarrassed. He could not help hating the extractions that he had endured, but he had lost his inability to walk across the busy open office floor full of girls without trying to hide his erection or feeling the humiliation at their comments or whispers behind his back. He felt confident, self-confident, and today also heralded the confirmation of his third successful pitch. Three out of three!

He had not seen Miss Sorensen since this morning and had not seen Miss Walker at all. He found himself thinking about her as he finished his illustration. Through all his embarrassment and knowledge that she had observed his absolute debasement, his overwhelming memory was of her kiss and her endearing words.

Over the weeks that followed, Timothy was always accompanied to the clinic each morning by Miss Sorensen. He found each extraction just as embarrassing and humiliating. The worst of it being Miss Sorensen’s observation of his distress and the humiliation during the procedure. Although the utter intensity of the first time was not repeated. It was still utterly degrading and embarrassing, and the Practitioners were no less adept at keeping his body on edge before making him ejaculate helplessly.
He did look forward to his twenty minutes every morning alone with Miss Sorensen as they had coffee together. He found that he looked forward to it more and more. He wished that they were both of a similar age as he would have loved to have asked to take her to a film or to a restaurant. A real date. He had had simple dates at school, but that was it. Nothing purposeful or regular. His home life had been enough and none of the girls that he had dated at school looked anywhere near to the physical perfection of his sisters. His procedures at home continued to be just as embarrassing but he had circumvented any punishable issues or further baths from Emma. In fact, the embarrassment was similar to the mornings, that is unbearable humiliation. It was his equilibrium that had improved obviously enough, he thought, to be thinking of dating someone, just perhaps as an evening out. He knew now that he could cope, certainly for the odd evening.

His date came out of the blue and seemed to be a sudden thought from Miss Sorensen. The days were hot in Manhattan and the suggestion from her was for a pool weekend upstate in Long Island. Would he like to join her, her friend’s parents were visiting Europe and their home with pool was free for the weekend. There might be a couple of other people staying there, otherwise it would be just the three of them for the weekend. Timothy was excited. Now that was real date from the only girl that he had longed to ask for a date.

He told his mother and asked her permission to go. It would be a long weekend, travelling on Thursday to avoid the traffic and coming back on Tuesday.

Her answer was guarded. “If you are sure you want to go. I must ask you how well do you think that you will cope? Claire tells me that you are still producing more erm… semen than an average boy. If you are going on Thursday that is eleven erm… procedures you will miss, Timothy. It is not up to me it is up to you. I would just hate to think you were walking around with… well you know. Would you like me to ask Claire, she is responsible for your treatment?”

“Yes Mom, I mean if you would ask her. I know Emma is going to be calling me up. She just loves it.” His mother smiled proud that he had obeyed her, after a somewhat false start, he had never complained since, even though she knew how tormented he became. She also knew that Emma would occasionally tease him but after she had scolded her she thought she had behaved herself.

He knew that he would have to ask Miss Walker, although she had told him that she was expecting him to take a break. Though he had been there for less than four months.
He went to ask Miss Walker the next morning if it would interfere with his work if he took the time off. He told her that it was Miss Sorensen who had asked him if he would like to go.
She smiled mischievously and told him that Miss Sorensen had taken care of everything and had already asked on his behalf. She had not told him over their coffee.

Miss Sorensen picked him up in a nearly new Lexus. He put his bags in the trunk and sat in the soft leather of the seat beside her. She was a competent and unhurried driver and yet she made good progress. She knew the way and did not rely on the car’s navigation. The air conditioning was excellent, and they were able to ignore the sweltering sunshine that was hitting the state at 9am in the morning. Miss Sorenson referred quickly to a small piece of paper she had in her hand and five minutes later the pulled into the driveway of a large house standing in plentiful gardens. Timothy got out and walked around to the opened trunk lid, where he collected several bags, hanging some from their straps over his shoulder one under his arm and the handles of two more in his hands he struggled after Miss Sorensen as they entered an already opened doorway. They arrived in a large reception lobby, where Miss Sorensen told him to put down the bags.

A familiar face came around the corner of the tiled an airy lobby. She stood in front of them and greeted Miss Sorensen with a kiss on the cheek. “Good trip?” Miss Sorensen greeted her with a bright smile.

“What a swish little hideaway you have here. Let me introduce you to Timothy Peterson.” Miss Parfit smiled brightly at him. She looked amused at his puzzled expression.

“Yes I am a very good friend of your colleague. I can see that you do remember who I am.” Timothy stuttered for a moment and then held out his hand.

“Thank you for inviting me, Miss Parfit. This is a lovely house, and I am looking forward to the break.”

She suddenly smiled with warmth and charm. “I am pleased you are here Timothy and you of course Michelle. What can I get you?”

Timothy deferred to Miss Sorensen. “Thanks Sue, coffee if there is any on?” Sue nodded to indicate that there was. “And you Timothy?” He replied immediately. “Coffee too, please Miss Parfit.”

It was forty minutes later when Timothy had carried Miss Sorensen’s many bags to her allocated room and had taken is own meagre bag in hand as Miss Parfit showed him to a medium sized bedroom, with a bathroom and shower ‘en suite.’ “Come down when you’ve got you swimwear on. Just follow your nose to the back of the house there are doors to the pool area everywhere. You will see it through the glass, don’t be long it is a fabulous day.” Timothy could hardly wait. He hadn’t swum in an outdoor pool since last year. He found his swimming shorts and put them on. They were loose even though he had only bought them last year. He thought maybe the elastic waistband had fatigue. He would have preferred a cord tie in the waist. He put a tee on and his flip-flops, they were easy to shed before diving in. He slopped down the marble stairs to the semi-circular reception area of the house and then took Miss Parfit’s advice and followed his instinct rather than his nose. He could see the pool glistening through the sliding glass doors. He slid a door open enough to get through and closed in to, behind him.

He could see Miss Parfit and Miss Sorensen lounging under a shade. He walked towards them. They were both wearing bikinis and looked stunning. Both with their hair tied back. They were wearing sunglasses so he couldn’t see their eyes, but that is where he looked. In fact, he dare not look at either of their exquisite bodies. He asked Miss Parfit. “May I go in Miss Parfit?” She smiled. “Of course, Timothy it is all yours, you are aware that you don’t have to ask again, I hope.” She smiled at him as she looked down at his body. “Sorry, Timothy, no shorts in the pool, did you bring trunks?” He looked absolutely crestfallen. “Er, no, I always swim in these at the Oasis Gym.” “Sorry Timothy it clogs the filter in no time and Daddy is not here to fix it. We are very private here, so if I don’t have guests, I always swim, au naturel.” Timothy blushed. “Oh, I couldn’t do that, what if someone came?” “No one can Timothy. The electric gate has shut after you got here. Now, be a good boy. We have both already seen you naked as the day you were born. Take them off this minute and swim. Come along, we won’t look if it makes you feel any better. We have both seen you. So, get them off or I will take them off and spank you, just like I did the last time we met… remember?”

Timothy shuddered. He did not hesitate he pulled them down and stepped out of them covering his penis as he picked them up and held them in front of him. She held her hand out. Tentatively, he handed them to her watching her as she picked them from his fingers. He stole a glance at Miss Sorensen, who gave a false smile of sympathy. “You should have known, Timothy. Miss Parfit always spanks!”

Miss Parfit stood and took his hand. “Come over to the steps and stand there. I want to see what you look like in daylight.” She noticed that his penis had probably thickened slightly, but she thought he was doing very well. She got him to the stone steps that led into the pool and indicated to the ground. “Stand just there for a second or two until I tell you, you can go in.” He obeyed and she noticed that his penis was no thicker and had not distended. “Did Claire milk you this morning?” He blushed at the expression, “Well did she?” “No Miss Parfit.” She waved her hand for him to go in. She walked back to Michelle. He is doing very well. “Michelle smiled it is a long time to Tuesday morning.” Sue laughed. Come on let’s go in and liven things up. I love his body and face. He is just divine. and the poor boy has no idea.”
“Oh, I forgot to add, that is the nicest penis I have ever seen and as you know I have seen lots and lots and lots.” They laughed in unison. Timothy swam, he was blushing slightly, but he was now convinced that his therapy was working. He wondered if he would be able to keep it up. He did not realise the Freudian slip he had made and he swam blissfully. The water was perfect.
“I think “said Michelle, “it would be kinder to tell him now that you are going to provide his therapy for him. He will be happier once he has got over the shock. I have decided to take him on, and I want to find an opportunity to tell him. Of course. the relationship will be entirely on my terms because I know him very well and he will be much happier and enjoy life. That is something I dearly want, his happiness as well as mine.”
Sue looked at her seriously. “You have got it bad, and I envy you. He is beautiful and they certainly don’t make ‘em like that no more.”
“Will you do it? Tell him I mean.”
“Anytime you like. But why not tell him your news first over dinner with a glass of Californian’s finest!”
“Deal! Mind you if it was me, he wouldn’t be getting therapy. He would just be getting lots of…”

Timothy could not believe how relaxed he felt as he got into the water. He began to swim and quickly realised that swimming without trunks felt very pleasant. On the second lap, he began to realise that the pleasant touch of the water around his penis and scrotum and between the crevice of his buttocks had quickly turned to stimulus. His penis began to erect and by the end of the third lap his penis was hard. He stopped in a part of the pool where he could stand up and still be covered by water up to his chest. He looked down at himself through the crystal, clear water and saw that he was fully erect.

Suddenly he heard two loud splashes and before he knew it he had been pounced upon by the two girls. They grabbed hold of him. One behind him and Miss Parfit facing him. He felt her grasp his erection. He looked at her and blushed mightily as he saw her bare breasts, thrusting out firmly. Her nipples seemed to be pointing at him. “Just as I thought, Timothy. Fully erect. You had better come with me.” She did not let go of him but led him by his penis up the steps and out of the pool. “Stand there!” Glumly he obeyed her but somehow knew to keep his hands away from his penis. He saw her drying herself with a bath-sheet. She knelt in front of him and dried his legs, instructing to spread them wide apart. She then dried his upper body and grasped his penis again. “Come” She led him into the house and to one of the downstair rooms. He was aware of Miss Sorensen following closely behind.

He looked amazed as he saw the massage bed with pedestal stirrups standing from the floor at either side of it. “I suppose you realise, that this is here for you, well the stirrups are anyway.” We are going to perform an extraction Timothy and you are going to be made to give me a nice big sample of your little boy juices.” He heard Miss Sorensen giggle behind him. He wanted to protest and opened his mouth to speak. When Miss Parfit spoke sternly to him. “Bend over and lay your chest on the bed. Spread your legs and grasp the other side with both hands.” Timothy did not argue. He had decided that whatever she was going to do, she would do it. He was aware of his burning cheeks as he obeyed her.

“Good boy, don’t move until I have finished.” The spanks came hard and fast leaving him breathless as they rained down on upon the cheeks of his bottom. He squirmed and wriggled as the sting became unbearable. “Oh please, Miss Parfit, no more, I will do as you say, I won’t make a fuss.” He felt his wrists being held and raised his head. He was astonished that it was Miss Parfit who was holding his wrists. He realised with utter embarrassment, that it had been Miss Sorensen that has spanked his bottom. Miss Parfit looked into his eyes. “Yes, Timothy we both spank! Just feel lucky it wasn’t the hairbrush!”
He felt Miss Sorensen stroke her hand down his back and over his stinging buttocks. “Now my baby boy. Let us get you emptied and comfortable. Think of this as your morning extraction. There will be another one tonight and then we will have you back in your routine. You don’t think we would let all the good work of your extractions lapse do you?” Timothy was blushing furiously as he was placed in the stirrups. Both girls were bare-breasted, and he found his eyes drawn to them each time he looked at their faces. They did not fasten him to the stirrups or bed.

He blushed deeply as Miss Sorensen leaned over him, her bare breasts squashing against his chest. “I have decided to look after you Timothy, I am going to be your girlfriend, but I am also going to smack your botty if you misbehave or displease me. Would you like that, I mean for me to be your girlfriend? That means I would kiss you like this.” She held his head at either side as she lowered her lips to his. She kissed him deeply and held him fast. The intensity of the sensation as two lubricated fingers entered his timid body shocked him. It was at this exact moment that Miss Sorensen’s tongue, penetrated deeply into his mouth, deliberately robbing him of his breath. His body shivered in emotion as he was held breathless, while his bottom was comprehensively explored. Suddenly Michelle raised her head. “What do you think, Timothy? Do you think you would like me kissing you, and then spanking you when you are naughty. She could see his affection and love in his eyes, as he breathed the words. “Oh, yes Miss, yes please.”

His milking was dramatic. Heightened by the deep kisses that Miss Sorensen bestowed while Miss Parfit held his penis and scored the palm of her hand over the top of it. She robbed him of his breath when he most needed it. He was surprised when Miss Sorensen nonchalantly took over. He shuddered and writhed, and his body shivered as she held the head of his penis fully bared. She waited while she had his full attention, and deliberately rotated her palm over the tip of his urethra. “I know you don’t like that particular little bit of stimulus, Timothy but it has to be done. Just because I love you, does not mean that you are excused any of your therapy. I will be fully in charge of your discipline. I don’t tolerate disobedience from naughty little boys so you will find yourself bare-bottomed over my knees on a regular basis.”

His Climax was wrought from his body with such vigour and intensity that he ejaculated mightily. Michelle held up the beaker that had collected his semen. “Eleven CC’s Timothy. That is not very good. I think we shall have to be more thorough with your treatment during this long weekend. Now let’s get you thoroughly emptied. She passed the beaker to Sue and turned to the boy. “Just relax now and concentrate on my hands. She took a firm hold of his flaccid penis and stretched it tall from his pubis. As soon as she had drawn his foreskin down the shaft he began to wriggle and writhe. “OH, please wait it is far to sensitive. I haven’t had any time at all.” His body was shuddering as Michelle ignored him she began to stimulate the head, purposefully concentrating on the frenulum and rim of the crown, occasionally she would run her hand under his testes and squeeze them. Her touch was electric predicting his body’s reaction to each carefully chosen area. He wondered how she had obtained such expertise. Sometimes she would lightly score her fingernails upwards on the underside of the shaft, the sensation was unbearable. There was no guessing what she would do next, keeping him on the edge with every touch. The boy was writhing in distress and there was a tremor in his voice and his lips were trembling as he pleaded. “Hush, Timothy, the sensitivity will ease in a minute or two. Michelle knew that it was a cruel torment as she increased the speed of her hands, watching as Sue, promptly penetrated his bottom. She began to move her fingers far more rapidly against his prostate gland than she had the last time and the result was available for Michelle to see as he arched his back in distress. Instead of using his hands to stop her sadistic stimulation, he gripped the sides of the bed, his knuckles white with the firmness of his grip. “Good boy, Timothy, this won’t take long at all will it Miss Parfit?” Sue smiled at the use of her surname as she pulled her fingers quickly from his bottom and pressed three together, re-penetrating immediately. “Oooooohhh.. ahhh.” Michelle smiled at his wretched face. “Good boy, give me a nice big sample please.” Sue did not miss a beat inside his bottom, as she casually lifted the new beaker from between his legs.

“My, my Timothy, now that didn’t take long at all, did it Miss Sorensen. Sue could feel every tell-tale pulse of his impending ejaculation. She raised her eyebrows at him, in sarcastic surprise as he ejaculated. Michelle speeded up her fingers and increased the pressure against the coronal rim, stretching his foreskin tightly as her fingers flew in a blur of movement over the head. He looked to be in pure agony as each spurt seemed to be wrenched from deep inside of him. The busy fingers moving up and down his penis refused to give him any respite as he helplessly gave up what they had sought from deep within him. Miss Sorensen’s clever reading of his vulnerabilities were exploited without mercy and even as he was giving it up to her, she still goaded him and cajoled his flesh to greater and greater effort. “Just a little longer, Timothy I am sure you are not finished yet. Even when he had finished ejaculating she carried on, deaf to his cries until he suddenly cried out in a high pitch, fearful and utterly distressed. Callously she slowed her hand but did not stop immediately, when he relaxed thinking she had stopped she suddenly continued, ignoring his cries before suddenly letting him go.

“There, there you are a good little boy.” She saw his tears flowing down his cheeks as he was wracked with the emotion, a pathetic plea for mercy to assuage the nonchalant ultra-sensitive and violent stimulation of every erogenous nerve in his body.

He collapsed onto the bed, sighing and breathing as if he had run a long race. “Poor baby, was it all too much, Timothy?” She squeezed his testes cruelly and drew-up the last tiny pearl of his semen from his penis. She let Sue take over as she moved to his side and took his head and covered his lips with hers. Her tongue pierced his lips, and she invaded his mouth. Casually she squeezed both of his nipples knowing that he could not draw in breath in response. She eventually moved her lips away, letting him breathe heavily, and looked into his defocussed eyes. She was delighted with her performance as the boy lay drained. Timothy could not believe how callous Michelle had been. He had no idea that she knew so much about a boy’s body. She seemed so cool and indifferent and yet her touch was devastating. Timothy would have been surprised that she had learned from noting his reaction to each and every touch that the Practitioners had performed. Every stroke, every squeeze every caress. The parts she couldn’t see had asked Sue and eventually she had built up a menu of torment and arousal. A tried and tested, fool-proof method that she could vary to her hearts content. “Now let me get you cleaned up. I am going to take good care of you.”

Later as they walked him back to the pool, they sat at one of the tables, Timothy spoke to them both. “Can I say something to you both without you thinking I am being rude.” Michelle and Sue smiled in amusement at his earnestness. Michelle nodded to him. ”Don’t forget, I can spank a lot harder!” Timothy smiled. “I wanted to tell you that, you both look beautiful.” Miss Parfit laughed. “Yes, you can always tell a girl that.”

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