Life at Ferndale

Life at Ferndale 2

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Life at Ferndale Part two.

Patricia glanced at Susan. “I am going to sort out the clothes he will be wearing for dinner. Will you check under his arms and shave his armpits if there is any hair.” She smiled at Susan, “use a roll-on deodorant from my room when you’ve finished. I am pleased to see that there is no hair on his legs, so he should look perfect by the time we get him dressed.”

The two twelve-year-old girls took their time getting the boy dressed to their satisfaction. At Patricia’s request the school secretary had sent up several pairs of grey, short trousers from the establishments own shop for them to try. To both girl’s delight, two of the pairs were made of a thinner and finer material. The fit, surprisingly, seemed almost moulded to the boy’s buttocks, dipping inward and almost separating the cheeks of his bottom. They were very short and displayed his long bare thighs to perfection. His underwear was a pair of plain white panties that were supplied to the younger girls. Apart from the lack of an opening, they were almost unisex. The thin cotton hid nothing of the shape of his genitalia beneath. Patricia had already texted the secretary to have some supplied with a vertical centre opening. Below the ultra-short trousers, Patricia and Susan thought that his legs looked deliciously bare, right down to the pair of white ankle socks, which Susan had suggested.

The change in his appearance had reduced his apparent age dramatically. Susan had combed his hair with a centre parting. The result emphasized his neat facial features and his extreme good looks. It also made him look younger still, delighting the girls. They turned him towards the wardrobe mirror. “Now stand up straight, John and tell me if you see a bully, or a young schoolboy?” They watched him carefully and saw his face turn from his normal pale countenance to a florid red, all in a matter of seconds. He could not take his eyes away from the image that was being reflected back to him.

He stood dumfounded at the change in his appearance. He realised, after staring at himself for several minutes, that he was looking at a twelve-year-old schoolboy. As he examined himself more closely, he realised just how form-fitting and short his trousers were. He also realised that his shirt was of a thinner material as he could see a darker outline of his nipples. His tie was neatly tied, but was of the wider and shorter style, worn by boys below the fourth form. The final ignominy was that his school blazer was shorter than usual and that he was wearing white ankle socks.

He really did not know what to make of himself… a fifteen-year-old boy, suddenly and comprehensively reduced to what? He realised as he scrutinised his appearance more and more, that realistically he barely looked eleven. Patricia stood in front of him and buttoned his blazer with all three buttons, a requirement of third formers and below. “Right, you are ready to go!” Patricia pronounced. “You will hold our hands and not let go unless I, or Susan gives you permission. Any nonsense from you and I will take down your trousers and strap your bottom until it is bright red. I will do it in front of the whole school, if I have to, so be warned.”

The boy looked near to tears and yet both girls realised that he already seemed reliant on their care, whatever form it took.

“Won’t all the boys laugh at me?” Patricia was about to answer him when Susan spoke. “They might, but only the once. I assure you that their bare bottoms will on display in no time and I will strap their legs and buttocks until they cry real tears. I will then make them apologise to you after which, they will be reported to the headmistress. This will mean that they will be paddled on top of the strapping that either Miss Patricia or I give them.”

John seemed to pull himself together. He wanted to say so much to the girls, and yet for a fifteen-year-old boy, he was painfully shy. It had been no coincidence that Emma Goodman had chosen the prettiest of her young girls to manage the boy. Of course, Patricia had been a natural choice, but when she had interviewed Susan Musson for the extra duties of RA, she had seen something in the girl that had immediately brought her to mind for a suitable partner for her young protégé. She knew that their combined beauty would have the boy at sixes and sevens in no time at all. She had examined the list of clothing that Patricia had requested and had smiled at the thought of what the boy would look like when he was escorted to the dining hall.

“Oh, Miss Patricia and Miss Susan… erm, I wanted to say… erm, thank you for looking after me.” His voice trailed off at the end of the sentence, but both girls knew that the boy had begun to realise his position and had somehow come to accept their superiority. Patricia spoke gently to him. “Good boy, now Susan will take you to the bathroom and undo your cute little, short trousers and pull them down for you. She will take your little underpants down and hold your penis for you while you have a wee, wee. Dinner is often a long time for little boys to wait for a wee, wee. So off you go, both of you. Susan smiled at John as she took his hand and led him to the bathroom.

Susan made the most of her chance to subjugate the boy and to equalise her control with that of Patricia. She lifted the seat of the toilet and positioned him in front of it. “Now I’ll just unbutton you. I know you have been used to a zip, well now you don’t have to worry as it will all be done for you. She watched his face blush as she dropped his short trousers to the floor and deliberately let her hands caress his flesh as she lowered his panties down his legs to rest on his trousers. She bent him forward slightly so that she could look over his shoulders. She deftly took a firm hold of his penis as if it was of absolutely no consequence and withdrew the foreskin until it was stretched tight. She squeezed behind the rim of the glans several times, feeling the heat from the boy’s burning cheeks as she whispered to him. “Tell me when you are ready sweetheart, there is no rush, just take your time and relax.” As soon as she had said those words, she felt his penis engorge with urine. Before the boy could bring his hands around to fulfil his natural habit of aiming his penis, she alerted him to her instructions.

“Hands by your sides, now leave everything to me. She thrilled as she found how easily she could control the flow and the direction of his stream of urine. She could feel his body relax as he urinated. She thrilled as his body shivered as he finished. She reached forward for the toilet roll and cleverly pulled off a single sheet. “Just stay still while I wipe your little penis for you, Johnathan.” She felt him shiver as she deliberately scored the paper over the tip of his penis several times. She could feel his penis begin to swell in response as she dropped the paper in the bowl and flushed it. “Now just shuffle yourself around to face me.”

She made sure that he was looking into her eyes as she pulled up the flimsy underpants. She stopped her upward motion with the pants just under his bulging scrotum. She used both hands to smooth her fingers over his penis and testicles, finally retracting his foreskin once more before pulling the panties up over his genitalia. “There we are, we don’t want your little penis all scrunched up while you are having dinner, do we Sweetheart.” She straightened his shirt and neatly pulled his short trousers up. She made sure that he felt her every touch as she refastened the buttons. She looked up into his face and then lowered her gaze to his bulging trousers. The shape of his penis and testicles was clearly visible to her and, she hoped, to everyone else as she patted the front of his trousers. “Nice and comfy are you sweetie?” He answered with a deep blush as she took his hand and led him through to his study bedroom. Patricia’s smile was a befitting testament to Susan’s handling of the boy. She looked down at him to see the shape of his erection was clearly delineated against the fine material of his short trousers.

“Everyone ready, are we? Right off we go.” Susan marvelled at the extent of Patricia’s mental capacity as they arrived at the dining hall exactly as the last students had seated themselves. She steered the three of them through the maze of smaller tables to take their seats at a table for three, which was deliberately in clear view of the top table. At that moment all the students stood up to attention as the headmistress and female teaching staff entered the hall. The students waited until every member of the staff had been seated before reseating themselves. When the last chair and shuffled to a halt, the crystal-clear voice of the headmistress announced as usual: “you may converse.”

Where possible, each table consisted of both girls and boys. There was always a cross section of ages and sexes, so that cliques and elites could not form. The number of boys compared to girls was evenly balanced as were the age groups from seniors to juniors. It was not unusual for the oldest and the youngest student to be seated on the same table and the table seating varied from eight pupils to two.

Table allocation changed every day. Only a mind like Patricia’s could tell you what table and how many would be seated at it on any given day. Today had fallen exactly right for her purposes. If it hadn’t, she would have asked for it to be changed. Although conversation was lively, voices were subdued as in any good restaurant.

To John’s relief he had heard no laughter and certainly no raised voice of comment. However, if he had been able to hear the quiet conversations of each table, he would have found that the entire hall was discussing him. Patricia was far more alert to the atmosphere, and she realised that several of the girls had slyly looked at his bare legs and long thighs with more than a little admiration. She had also noticed that the senior girls had immediately fastened their eyes upon his thrusting erection and hurriedly looked past him to disguise their prurience. She was also quite sure, although she had been unable to observe, that the enticing contours of his buttocks, so clearly outlined by the thin but expensive cloth of his short trousers, had sent pulses racing amongst the girls.

She thought that the boy was lucky that he did not realise just how revealing his bottom cheeks appeared when viewed from the rear, or just how short the blazer was to be able to reveal them.

They were seated on three sides of a small, square table, so that John had a supervising girl, close to him at either side. Patricia slipped her hand under the tablecloth and placed her fingers upon the boy’s thigh; she stroked the bare skin up to the hem of his short trousers. “I hope your new trousers are comfortable, Sweetie. Have you got enough room in them, let me just have a little feel while you are sitting down.” She ran her hand around the front of his trousers. As she suspected, his erection had reduced a little. Although his trousers appeared tight visually, she was able to easily move his turgid penis to and fro without hindrance. She slipped her flattened palm up the short trouser legs and felt all around his heavy testicles and rapidly burgeoning penis. She looked at his blushing face as she spoke softly. “You seem to have plenty of room, but please tell me honestly, are they comfortable?”

John’s voice was almost trembling with shame as he answered her. “Yes Miss Patricia. They are very comfortable. I think the material actually stretches a little bit. I mean, I don’t know that it does, but they feel very comfortable… erm just a bit embarrassing after being in long trousers since I was thirteen.”

“Well for what it’s worth sweetheart, I think you look very handsome in them. They show off your legs… and you have very well shaped legs. So… just so that you understand, if you have a problem with anything, other than my orders or my punishments, let me know straight away and I will rectify it for you. The same goes for Miss Susan.”

Patricia looked into his face. “Sweetheart, I am sure that beneath all that bravado and bullying that you were doing, that you are a sweet boy. I promise that I will look after you and care for you for as long as I am needed.” She saw his face begin to crumple ready for an outburst of tears.

“Don’t cry now, not here at this table. If you want to let go of holding your feelings in, wait until I tuck you in tonight and kiss you goodnight.” Patricia saw his look of pure pleasure, like a child being promised a present.

Both, Patricia, and Susan knew that, as dinner was finished, the headmistress would make her announcements. These consisted of upcoming events, observation of pupil’s general obedience or laxity of rules, successes, or failures in sporting fixtures, etc. Sometimes, she would merely ask pupils to check the notice boards.

As the headmistress stood and tapped the small bell in front of her, the hall became silent. “Pupils may notice over the next few days, that one of our older boys has been placed under constant supervision. Bullying, whether verbal or physical is not tolerated at Ferndale. To emphasise this, the boy has been reduced back to wearing short trousers as well as his restriction of being under constant supervision.” She looked over every single table in the hall before continuing. “If I, or his supervising prefects hear of any crude remarks towards the boy, the culprit will be strapped or paddled in the usual bare bottomed manner. This will be carried out in front of him. There will be no exceptions, girl or boy. You have all been warned!”

A frisson of excitement passed through Patricia and Susan as they realised, simultaneously, that there was the real possibility of them stripping and then strapping any boy or girl in the whole school.

As they left the hall with John walking between them, they were halted by a tall senior girl. Patricia knew that she was the most glamorous girl in the sixth form year - and the unobtainable heartthrob of every boy in the whole school. Her name was Delphine Wokes. Delphine was just as nicely natured as she was good looking. When Patricia had been nine years old and was slated to take some sixth form classes. She felt ill at ease entering a class of sixteen-year-old boys and girls. Whereas most of the girls in the sixth form ignored the nine-year-old, Delphine had immediately congratulated her and helped her to find the books and study material that she would need. Patricia never forgot her kindness on that first day.

Delphine nodded to Susan and beamed a smile at Patricia, her blonde hair flicking around her graceful neck as she turned to John. Before he could free his hands, she stroked her fingers over his blushing cheek. He began to flush profusely and yet could not help glancing at her beautiful long legs and short skirt. He shivered in shame as she addressed him.

“I have been hearing about your naughtiness, John. I want to tell you something that may restore a little of your pride, but not, of course, your bravado.” She watched his face complete its transition to an incandescent red.

“I think underneath all that macho posturing that you have been doing, that there is a very nice boy trying to get out. I know Patricia will do her best to turn you around and I look forward to seeing the result. Now for your little ego boost… let me tell you. You have beautiful legs, John. I was admiring them as you walked down the corridor and your little bottom looked super inside your little, short trousers when you walked past me in the dining hall.” She turned to Patricia,

“I hope you are not going to take my comments the wrong way and pull my little panties down. It would be so embarrassing for me if you flipped my skirt up after you had made me bend over for a smack bottom. I would die of shame if you were to do that, Miss Patricia? My bottom cheeks would be totally bare, and my long thighs spread so wide that I would be quivering with pain in front of little Johnathan. You know what young boys are like. His little penis might get stiff and stick out. I meant what I said about there being a good little boy underneath John’s bravado, and I said it with the greatest respect.”

Patricia was delighted with Delphine’s performance and gave her that look that only girls understand. “Of course not, Delphine, I am sure that John is pleased by your encouraging words. If you are going to take an interest in the boy’s rehabilitation, I would love to hear your views. Why don’t you come along. We just have to give John his bath and then we usually perform his scheduled milking. We always have to attend to his little penis before we put him to bed. We can demonstrate his entire regime to you, so that you can get an idea of how well he behaves himself. We would have plenty of time to talk afterwards. What do you think?” John’s face was increasingly turning from a furious red to a deep purple, as Patricia informed Delphine of what was in store for him. He was shivering with shame, hoping against hope that the girl would say no. The girls tightened their grip on his hands, aware that he was so embarrassed that he might bolt with the humiliation of it all.

Delphine glanced down the corridor to see that it was empty and then to Johns utter embarrassment placed her hand over the front of his trousers. He shivered as she closed her fingers over his throbbing penis. She squeezed his erection several times as he tried to free his hands from Patricia and Susan.

Delphine held his penis quite firmly through his trousers. “You know Patricia, his little penis is quite stiff. I can actually feel it through his trousers, I wondered why they were bulging so much at the front. I was just checking the fit, thinking that they were too big for him. But now I can feel that he is just being naughty like some little boys are… you know with their little willies. I think we will have to hurry, I don’t know much about this sort of thing, but I think that this young boy could be getting excited for some inexplicable reason. Right, you had better lead the way, Patricia.”

John was almost blinded by his humiliation that he could barely stumble into his room. He did not know what to do when the girls let go of his hands. He just stood dumbstruck as Susan and Patricia began to undress him.

Delphine caught John’s eye as she watched the girls, he blushed so deeply that she felt a delicious thrill run through her body. She spoke quietly to Patricia. “I’ll just go and change into something more suitable. I won’t be a moment as I am intrigued by your routine.” Patricia looked at her with an ironic smirk. “What will you wear, Delphine?” She had emphasised her name knowing that this was possibly another ploy, rather like checking the fit of the boy’s trousers.

“Oh, I help the school nurse when she is busy. She provided me with a tunic, so I’ll pop that on.” She had turned and gone before Patricia could retort with her humorous sarcasm. Patricia had to admit that the girl had really excited the boy with her talk of bending over naked, in fact Patricia and Susan had both had trouble in not giggling at Delphine’s amateur porn film script.

They undressed the boy down to his white panties. The soft material revealed the exact shape of his genitalia. On a boy, the material seemed to wrap itself around both his engorged penis and plump scrotum. Patricia signalled to Susan that that was as far as she wanted him undressed. She would save the boy’s final ignominy for Delphine. They knelt looking at the boy as Susan instructed him to stand with his legs astride and his hands, flat upon his head as she left to attend to the bath. As Patricia knelt appraising the boy’s body and pondering the inclusion of Delphine with a certain relish, she decided that before she went to bed, she would write a proper timetable and detailed description of their shaping of the boy’s future.

It was moments later that she became aware of Delphine’s return. The waft of Chanel No.5 was unmistakable. Patricia thought it to be the sexiest of all perfumes when applied to young skin. Delphine laid the items she had brought carefully upon the portable massage table. She saw the boy standing in his white school knickers and thought that he looked delicious. Deliberately Delphine stood next to Patricia with her legs astride and waited for her to look up.

Patricia looked at her and then quickly looked again, her eyes wide with surprise. Delphine’s face was fully made up and her blonde hair was pulled back severely and tied in a neat bun at the back of her head. Her white tunic was short and displayed her long legs almost to the top of her thighs. The neckline of the tunic emphasised her firm breasts and cinched to her tiny waist. The buckle of the navy-blue belt she wore, stated that she was a State Registered Nurse. The striped epaulettes carried the same insignia. The only other accessory was a watch pinned to the wide lapel. Patricia looked down to her feet and saw that she was wearing the highest and most slender Gucci sling backs that she had ever seen. Patricia looked up at John to see what his reaction was, only to see that his eyes were firmly fixed upon his bare feet.

Patricia got up quickly and pulled Delphine towards the bathroom. Delphine picked up the tunics jackets she had brought as Patricia propelled her forcibly into the room. “Right Delphine… spill!”

“OK, I got my theory two years ago, it was easy. I have done two years here with the resident nurse and I qualify fully within the next two weeks. Which makes it two full years of accredited nursing practice.”

She twirled around for Susan and Patricia. “I altered the outfit slightly if you are wondering. It has been fun even though I go to start medical school next year. I have always wanted to be a doctor since I was about six. The only thing about the nursing bit is that I am down as being eighteen years old. The nurse knows the truth, obviously, and the headmistress of course. But they both know I am competent and fully licensed to start giving pupils of all ages their medicals. Can you imagine me doing the turn your head and cough routine to a senior boy and then sitting next to him in class.”

Patricia was thrilled with Delphine’s revelations and quickly informed them all of what she wanted. Delphine listened and then suggested that they try the tunics on without skirts. “As I am a lot taller than you, they may work without wearing your school skirts. I brought five, so you have some variation to choose from. Now I’ll go and do my examination bit.”

John Hinton stood shivering, although the room was warm. He had been absolutely subjugated by the appearance of Miss Wokes. She looked so authoritative and blindingly beautiful that he was so stupefied that finally he could not look at her.

Again, he found himself blushing profusely as she returned from the bathroom and walked towards him. She kneeled daintily upon one knee and placed her cool hands upon his trembling hips.

“Right young man, hands tight against your head now!” She looked at his trembling body, noting the absolute perfection of his physique. Delicious, she thought, as she looked inquiringly into his face to see that his lips were trembling, and his eyes were near to tears with shame.

“Just place your feet a little closer together so that I can take your little white knickers off. There, that’s the way, now hold still.”

She perfunctorily pulled the soft material to his ankles. “Lift your feet one at a time… there that’s the way. Now legs wide apart so that I can get a good look at you. Hands tight to your head, please, no covering up without a smacked bottom.” She stood back and looked at him. His penis was plump and turgid, his scrotum was holding his chubby testes tightly as if the room was cold. She cupped her hand under them, feeling the boy shiver as she held his male essence in the palm of her hand.

She used her other hand to take the tip of his semi-erect penis and began to move it to and fro, examining every aspect of it. She took her time until suddenly, he gasped in horror as it erected fully and began to throb right in front of her face.

John was horrified, he thought for a moment he might faint, he felt dizzy, and he was aware that his blood was pulsing loudly in his ears. He could not believe that he was standing naked in front of the glamourous Miss Delphine Wokes. He had never ever been in her presence before, in fact he knew no one in his form had ever spoken to her. And now this, standing with his legs spread and being intimately examined by her.

Delphine was pleased to see that his penis was completely straight from every angle. She casually slipped the foreskin back and was thrilled by the sudden shudder of his body. She was also delighted with his utter embarrassment and complete obedience. She stood up and placed her hands upon his cheeks. “Put your hands down by your sides and keep them there.” She tilted his head upwards until he could no longer avoid looking into her face at the same time, she deliberately brushed her thighs against the tip of his penis. A new flush of shame suffused his cheeks as she watched him clinically. Once she was sure that he was completely subjugated by her looks and authority, she instructed him again.

“Now bend over and touch your toes. Feet astride, just like I am going to spank your little bottom for you.” She leaned over him and spread the cheeks of his bottom. Her nonchalant but intimate handling of him embarrassed him so dramatically that he was shivering with pure humiliation. “Just relax so that I can get a good look at your bottom. Relax sweetheart, there we are.” She ignored his gasps as she stretched his buttocks wider still.

Suddenly she smacked his bottom with a loud slap. “There we are… all done. Come along now.” She took his hand and led him to the bathroom. He blanched in embarrassment and confusion as Patricia and Susan stood waiting for him in their white tunics. Patricia spoke firmly to him. “Come along Johnathan we’ve got a lot to get through so hop into the bath and sit down while I do your hair.”

John looked at both of his twelve-year-old supervisors unmoving. His bare feet seemed rooted to the floor as he stared at them. Their crisp white tunics revealed their bare legs to the top of their thighs. They appeared so superior to his bumbling naked form that he felt utterly ashamed of himself. It was only Patricia sharp instruction that startled him from his stupor.

“Come along young man. What on earth is the matter with you? You can expect a thorough spanking for your tardiness. And why on earth is your penis erect, have you no control at all. I can see that I have been far too lax with you. Now, come along… into the bath with you!”

Johnathan sheepishly stepped into the six inches of warm water and sat down and closed his eyes. He shivered as he thought of what was to come. He realised that his whole life had changed. He was thankful for the water that spilled over his head, as if it was a shield against the shameful reality of his new status. Everything he had known had been turned upside down. He badly wanted to cover his erection but knew that he would be scolded for playing with himself. His shoulders sagged in despair as he felt Miss Patricia begin to wash his hair.

Patricia and Susan’s appearance had staggered him. He really did feel the same age as the young boy in the mirror. What had they done to him! He would never have dreamed of hanging on to every word of a twelve -year-old girl, looking to her for even the tiniest gesture of approval or praise.

He was seeming to accept that he had become dependent upon Miss Patricia and Miss Susan. He had readily accepted the authority of Miss Delphine… an older girl already in the sixth form and probably moving to upper sixth, if the fourth form boys’ gossip was anything to go by. But he knew that it was the unremitting authority of his two supervisors that occupied his entire world. He had been so looking forward to a kiss from Miss Patricia and now it seemed he was to be spanked!

Patricia watched as Susan poured the final jug of water over his head and instructed him to stand up. “Come along Johnathan, you are a slow little boy today. Now face me with legs wide apart and we’ll do your back and front at the same time.” Patricia spoke to Delphine who was admiring the young boy as he stood apprehensively in the bath, waiting for whatever would happen next.

Delphine, I am wondering what method you would recommend for the evacuation of his semen, speaking as a nurse I mean. Delphine smiled broadly as she looked at the boy’s bare buttocks. “Well, I know that every boy’s production is different. Of course, with a boy’s usual clandestine masturbation there are no comprehensive figures for boys of this young age. So, to make sure that the epididymis is depleted, one needs to manipulate until the prostate presents as an ejaculation, but there is no issue. In less formal terms, a dry ejaculation. If you reach that stage then you can apply manipulation after monitoring the refractory period, you should get a good idea of his capabilities.” She whispered to Patricia, “I happen to know that you know all this and more.”

Patricia wanted to giggle as she moved around to the other side of the boy. She looked up to see that he was blushing profusely. They washed him a little differently this time. Susan penetrated his bottom as usual, but Patricia managed to wash his penis and testicles without him becoming fully erect. When they had finished, Susan was left to dry him while Delphine and Patricia went through to arrange the massage table and to discuss the procedure in detail.

Johnathan looked tremulous as Susan patted his face dry. His voice trembled as he spoke. “Will it hurt Miss Susan?” Susan looked at him as smiled kindly. “Well, smacked bottoms always hurt, sweetie.”

John still sounded very nervous. “I didn’t mean that Miss, I meant what you are going to do to me.” She put her arm around his waist and patted his bottom. “I am sure you will be fine.” She kissed his cheek and led him through to the study room.

The embarrassment for John Hinton was unremitting as soon as he was escorted to the massage table. The girls had him laid face upward in a matter of minutes. Immediately his legs were raised and held with his knees over his chest. Susan and Delphine held his legs while Patricia slipped a rolled towel under the small of his back.

Patricia addressed him firmly as he felt her hands move over his upturned buttocks. “I’ll give you your spanking first young man. I won’t use the strap on you for such a small infraction, so it will be a firm hand spanking.” Patricia nodded to the girls that she was ready to start. She felt it important that Johnathan would see their faces looking down at him, accompanied by perhaps, some belittling observations.

Patricia began smacking, her spanks coming quickly and firmly. She smiled to herself as both Delphine and Susan talked softly to him as if he were a baby.

“Poor, baby, fancy having to have your little bottom spanked. You must feel so embarrassed having Miss Patricia spanking your bare bottom. Is it beginning to sting darling, my, my, it already looks very red. Never mind I am sure it will soon be over soon.”
The remarks were shared between both girls as the spanking continued. Patricia knew the tender areas and was determined to leave every one of them well spanked. In the back of her mind, Delphine was sure that Patricia had already passed the forty mark… and yet she continued her task just as quickly and as firmly as when she had first started. Suddenly Johnathan began gasp and moan, even trying to wriggle his bottom out of the way of her hand. The observations from Delphine and Susan continued. “Oh, you poor baby boy, is it beginning to hurt your little bottom. Never mind, I am sure that it is all for your own good.”
Patricia continued as the boy began to sob and plead. “Oh Miss, please… I’m sorry, I promise to… ah… ah… pay attention.” Patricia knew that the next five spanks would bring the total to a hundred. What pleased her more than anything was that his penis had started to swell, she abandoned her target of one hundred and continued spanking him until she saw it erect fully. It had taken one hundred and twenty spanks before it was fully erect.

Both Delphine and Susan had been stroking the tears away from his cheeks when he had started to cry. By the time Patricia had given him the last hard slap, his tears were flowing freely. Patricia was delighted with the result as she looked him over and reached for one of her creams. “I am so sorry you have had to be spanked Johnathan, but it is my duty to get you into line as quickly as possible.” She spoke to the girls briskly as had been arranged.

“Legs in position please!” She dipped her fingers into the jar and placed a globule between his widely spread cheeks. His sphincter was fully revealed as the girls kept his legs held back almost to his chest but widened their stance by taking a step backwards. It was a most revealing position for the young boy as Patricia carefully penetrated his sphincter with two of her fingers. She heard the girls consoling him as she accurately positioned her fingers inside his rectum. Satisfied, she instructed Delphine and Susan with a sharp command. “Legs please.” Keeping his legs stretched widely apart, they moved towards Patricia until his knees were placed straight upwards above his hips with his feet pulled up tightly towards his buttocks. His knees were spread outwards and were leaning against the girl’s bodies.

Johnathan’s face was bright red as Patricia took a firm hold of his throbbing penis and purposefully skinned the foreskin back until it was stretched tight, revealing his most sensitive flesh.

John could not help looking at Patricia. He knew that his lips were trembling and that he was blushing violently as she fully revealed his thrusting penis. He felt ashamed and humiliated as she looked into his eyes. Somehow, he realised that she knew that his spanking had excited him, even though he was thoroughly ashamed of his feelings being so blatantly displayed.

“Little boys can’t hide their true feelings… can they Johnathan?” His answer was a shiver of shame as she blew gently over the glans of his exposed penis. He could not help shivering as Delphine and Susan placed their hands upon his nipples, squeezing the erect nubs of flesh as they looked down at his face. He was unable to distance himself from their knowing looks as together, the girls began to stimulate his shivering young body. He suddenly gasped as Patricia moved her hand to further penetrate his rectum. Her touch against his prostate gland was precise and effective. He could not help crying out as the girls co-ordinated their stimulation of his body, making him cry out in trepidation as they cleverly aroused him. Within minutes they brought him to a fever pitch of unbearable sexual sensation. He was lost and helpless as they brought him to the very edge of ejaculation… and then to his shame, he felt himself convulsing in sheer abandonment as semen spurted from the tip of his penis.

Patricia was delighted with the intensity of his emission as she goaded his prostate to prolong his ejaculation. “Come along Johnathan, no shirking now… there we are sweet boy, just a little more… my, what a good boy. They held him in Limbo as his body was laid open to their torturous ministrations. Suddenly his body collapsed as the final emission was wrung from his trembling body.

Although their touch had progressed to gentle caresses, rather than the firm elicitation of his orgasm, they did not stop. Together Delphine and Susan began to smack his buttocks as they continued to squeeze his nipples. The surfeit of stimulation made him gasp and cry out in alarm as they stimulated him through the tortured period of intense oversensitivity.

He was helpless to resist as they cleverly guided and goaded him towards a second ejaculation. Every touch and every caress from Patricia’s expert and knowledgeable management of his flesh, increased his vulnerability. She seemed to lay open his nerve endings to her every touch. Her voice was soft and mesmerising as she cajoled his helpless body to a further ejaculation. “Poor baby, is it all too much for you? Never mind, sweet boy, I am going to make you ejaculate now. Delphine is going to kiss you. Little boys like to be kissed by pretty girls. She began to scissor her fingers against the vulnerable surface of his prostate gland. She watched him shiver and shake as she firmed her touch until the boy began to gasp in protest. Suddenly Delphine dipped her head and fastened her lips upon his. Her tongue was immediately thrust into his mouth, penetrating him further and further until she felt the boy become helpless against her firm and all enveloping kiss.

Patricia felt his body suddenly collapse. He had become acquiescent and malleable as Patricia accelerated the movement of her hand over his penis. His body struggled to cope as her fingers flew over the throbbing flesh of his exposed penis. His chest heaved as he began to ejaculate helplessly.

“Come along Johnathan, I want a comprehensive ejaculation. Susan is just going to squeeze your squidgy little testicles while she spanks your pretty bottom.”
Delphine raised her head and let him gasp for air before she refastened her lips over his and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth once more. Patricia glanced at both girls, realising that they were excited at their treatment of the helpless young boy. She knew that his ejaculation was even more prodigious than the first one. He continued to spurt continuously as they intensified their stimulation until he finally collapsed in a surfeit of utter anguish.

Patricia wickedly informed the boy of her intentions. There we are, Johnathan… my you are a clever boy. Now just two more to go so try and relax for me like a good little boy should.” Delphine raised her head and then kissed his gently on his lips watching him gasp and gulp as he fought for air. TBC.

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