Dame Topping's Most Excellent Academy for Young Gentlemen

Dame Topping's Most Excellent Academy for Young Gentlemen 2

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Toby Pepperworth, aged almost thirteen, would shortly start at Dame Topping's highly celebrated, highly extraordinary, and highly expensive school, but first some 'training' is required.

It was early evening, and Toby Pepperworth was doing his homework - unusually, with the girl who lived next door, Julia, who was the same age and in the same class. The system worked well, and Julia came over twice a week. Toby's older sister, Lucy, aged fourteen, was acting in a vaguely supervisory capacity, but at present was practising on her cello in the next room. Their mother was in the kitchen cooking a pie. Toby would soon be starting at Dame Topping's Most Excellent Academy for Young Gentlemen, but he was continuing at his usual school for the rest of the term.

An idyllic scene, anyone would say, and they would be right - but nothing is forever. Lucy put away her cello ('That's a relief,' said Toby), and came through.

'I heard that,' said Lucy. 'Whatever, Toby, it' s your bathtime.'

Toby groaned.

'I'll get along then,' said Julia, gathering up her books.

'Oh, you don't have to go,' Lucy said. 'In fact, I'd quite like you to stay.'

'Yes?' queried Julia, slightly surprised.

'Yes, it's the new system,' Lucy said. 'What I'd like to tell you is, I give Toby his bath now.'

'Oh, shut up, Lucy!' Toby said quickly, flushing scarlet.

Toby's mother had come in, and explained, 'Yes, Lucy always baths Toby now. It's in preparation for his new school, and we have to follow Dame Topping's instructions, so that Toby isn't shy. There has to be no 'silliness', she says.

Toby tried hard to intervene. 'Mum! I don't want Julia to hear this!'

'Nonsense! The new routine is, Julia - Toby has to leave all his clothes here, in the big room, then run upstairs bare, and Lucy follows with the towels and so on. You can go up too, if you want, and watch Toby getting his bath.'

Toby, still red-faced, protested loudly. 'But, Mum…!'

'Yes, Toby! Quite frankly, with this new school, you are already getting rather too stuck-up - and for Julia to see you completely bare, and being bathed, would be exactly the right medicine for you! I know what Dame Topping would say!'

Toby knew too, so he said nothing.

His mum added, 'But, if you don't want Julia to see you being bathed, perhaps you would rather she saw you across my knee with your pants down - and getting another kind of medicine!'

'NO! please!' yelled Toby.

'YES, Toby! If you don't do as you are told. That was another good piece of good advice from Dame Topping A few days ago, Julia, Toby was very impudent to me, and I took him upstairs and thoroughly reddened his bare -'

She was interrupted by Toby bursting into tears. 'Oh Mum, I was so ashamed! And my bottom's still sore!'

'Nonsense!' said Mrs Pepperworth sharply, 'But if you don't want a second dose right now, do as you're told.'

'I don't at all mind staying,' said Julia brightly, speaking for the first time.

'Oh please, Mum, don't let her -'

'Quiet, Toby.'

Julia said, 'Maybe I can give Lucy some help?'

'No, you can't,' said Toby desperately. A girl in his own school class giving him a bath - he went all over goose-pimples at the very idea.

'Now, Toby, just keep quiet, please - or, as soon as you've got your clothes off, you'll feel something on the proper place! Again.'

Mrs Pepperworth had surprised even herself by her new-found firmness. Doubtless the powerful influence of Dame Topping was at work. The Dame might, perhaps, have said that this was her 'mission', Mrs Pepperworth reflected.

Mission or no, Toby was still arguing. But in the end, red-faced and still crying, but resigned to getting it over as soon as possible, he reluctantly peeled off his clothes, socks and shoes - though with some 'help' from Lucy, who - despite more protests from Toby - finally and firmly grasped his y-fronts, skinned them down, and made him step out.

The naked thirteen-year-old was horribly aware of Julia's interested eyes, and scampered upstairs as quickly as he could, while Julia watched giggling, though she tried to conceal her amusement at the sight of Toby's bouncing bare botty disappearing up the stairs.

Upstairs, Mrs Pepperworth had already filled the bath, then she returned to the kitchen. With the newly naked and deeply embarrassed youngster standing in the bath, and with an interested Julia watching, Lucy quickly began to soap him all over with her bare hands, in the way she always did, while Toby wriggled and squirmed.

'I hope you're enjoying the show, Julia,' giggled Lucy, vigorously soaping Toby's bottom-cheeks, then soaping hard in between.

'Ah - oh - please, Lucy! Wow!'

'Be quiet, Toby! And keep still!'

Julia asked, 'Can I wash his willy? I'd like to do that.'

'NO!' yelled Toby.

'Everything's always 'no' with you, Toby' said Lucy crossly. 'Yes, Julia, give his willy and nuts a good soaping, if you would.'

Lucy wasted no time, and...

'AaaaaaaaaAAAAH!'

'Yes, he makes plenty of noise when his bot and willy are being washed,' Lucy said conversationally. 'But Dame Topping says that it's a sign you're doing a good job! Wash his bot, too. And get your fingers right in.'

'AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!'

Julia's intense all-round soaping and rubbing quickly had its effect and, almost at once, to Toby's intense mortification, he started to go hard - sticking right up, almost against his tummy.

Any hopes that it would be ignored were quickly dashed. Amid a burst of giggles Lucy said, 'Ooo, look what you've done, Julia!'

She said to Toby, 'And as for you, you bad boy -'

'I can't help it,' said Toby, again deeply red-faced.

'Well, you must deal with it,' said Lucy briskly. 'Mum told me that's what Dame Topping said. It's perfectly natural, but you must get rid of the tension.'

'How do you mean, deal with it?' asked the nude youngster.

Lucy explained with a vigorous up-and-down motion of her clenched
hand.

Toby gasped, his mouth open. 'You mean - do it with you both watching?' he asked in disbelief.

'Yes, that's right - don't forget, you have to stop being shy, Dame Topping said.'

'But she didn't mean about this!' protested Toby.

'How do you know?'

'Well, anyway I won't do it. No, no and NO!'

'Yes, yes and YES! You'll do what you're told,' said Lucy sharply, landing several ringing smacks on Toby's unfortunate bottom. He screamed. But
even though his bottom was stinging and his eyes were red after the smacking, Toby was tingling even more in front and, unable to help himself, he reached down, grabbed, and started vigorous work.

'Stand out of the bath,' ordered Lucy, 'You'll run with your feet when you start to come, and would splash everywhere.'

Toby obeyed, still continuing diligently.

'Harder!' Lucy ordered.

'Faster!' cried Julia.

Toby felt a finger being inserted firmly between his bottom cheeks, he didn't know whose, and rapidly being wiggled around. The youngster gasped, and continued even more furiously… until, all shyness forgotten…

'YES! YES!! YES!! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'M COMING, I'M COM-ING!!!'

Then it shot all through him, his bare feet hammered the floor, and the bathroom rang with his shrieks... The girls, laughing and giggling helplessly, applauded - then finally Lucy 'attended to' the flushed and slightly breathless youngster with a tissue, after which she dried him, and told him he could get his clothes.

Mrs Pepperworth, though still busy in the kitchen, had been a little unsettled by the long period of apparent silence from upstairs. But when she heard the loud shrieks, she relaxed and smiled.

Everything was as it should be.

Dame Topping would be pleased.

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