Bare Tommy

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Bare Tommy

by Jane Marwood

This is story of extreme Femdom. Unless you are one of those (grown up) little boys that like, or think they would like, their bottoms to be severely strapped or caned, then this story is not for you! In fact it was written for one grown up little boy, who sincerely deserved this kind of treatment.

It has no redeeming features or content. I sincerely suggest that it is not for the faint hearted or Vanilla.

1.

The long louvered bonnet of the Jaguar XK150 gleamed under the Malaysian midday sun as it nosed its way along the dusty coastal road. Tommy casually checked the gauges as he made steady progress towards the south. To his left, he could see the blue of the South China Sea appear between gaps in the long grasses, which bordered the road.

He had deliberately chosen the quiet country roads; after all, he was in no hurry. It would be seven weeks before he had to meet his parents and sisters in Singapore. Plenty of time, he thought, to enjoy the Jaguar... and February was the best month of the year for fine weather in Malaysia.

The Jaguar was the result of many happy but intensive months of work for Tommy and his father. They had rebuilt the car to exacting standards and Tommy had expected his father to sell the car on completion to fund the next project. Instead, Tommy's father had handed him the keys on the morning of his eighteenth birthday. That had been three months ago, just before his fathers posting to the new oil terminal in Singapore.

The oil company that his father worked for, had generously shipped their belongings and the Jaguar out to Singapore - and for the last three weeks, Tommy had been driving up into Malaysia and across to the east coast, staying at small hotels or guesthouses. The sun had shone constantly and Tommy had not had need to put the hood up once.

The road was clear apart from a dusty and rumbling truck, which was about a mile ahead of him. He let his speed drop to forty-five as he began to catch the truck. The sequence of events that followed, happened so quickly that Tommy, on reflection, would have said that he had acted on instinct rather than any planned strategy.

As Tommy looked forward beyond the truck to make sure that he could overtake in safety – a girl suddenly appeared from the tall grasses on the right-hand side of the road. She was running at speed – and instead of looking in front of her, she was looking backwards towards a clump of trees beyond the grasses. Without breaking pace, she ran across the road... right into the path of the truck. To Tommy's amazement the truck lumbered on, leaving the girl lying in the middle of the asphalt surface.

Tommy braked hard; the new discs and pads brought him to a halt within a few feet. He quickly drove the car on to the grass verge and switched off the engine. Within a few seconds he had sprinted towards the girl and had carried her to the side of the road.

He laid her on the grass and placed his ear to her chest. He could not detect a heartbeat. He placed his fingers gently against her neck and could feel no pulse. Instinctively he ripped the buttons of her dress apart, baring her chest as he straddled her body. He began a lively count of, one, two, three, four... as he pounded her breastbone with the heels of his hands. After a minute, in which Tommy thought that he would have administered about one hundred pumps, he listened again. Amazingly he heard the faint but steady thump of her heart. Quickly he lifted her head and placed his lips to hers and exhaled into her mouth. He filled her lungs, before pressing against her chest and then repeating the procedure.

As he lifted his head for the twentieth time, he heard a ragged indrawn breath. He placed his ear against her chest and listened intently. Incredibly the girl was breathing and there was a steady heartbeat. Tommy knew how unusual it was for a heart to start from CPR and wondered whether in fact her heartbeat had been too weak for him to hear, or whether the girl had in fact had a miraculous escape from death.

He pushed the material of her dress further apart, baring her small breasts fully as he began to massage her chest with firm strokes. He was rather amused at the thought that he had nearly decided to ignore the CPR classes that had been offered at college so that he could spend more time working on the car. After all, he had thought, when am I ever going to need to practice CPR!

He worked diligently; monitoring her heartbeat and breathing. He massaged her slender upper body to aid her circulation as he had been taught. Now that the panic was over, he was able to look at her properly for the first time. She was a pretty girl, probably in her late teens. Her features looked more Indian than Malay, but Tommy could not be sure. Her eyes were still closed but he could hear that her breathing and heartbeat were steady and strong.

There had been no other traffic on the road and Tommy had began to wonder what the best course of action would be, when he heard, and then saw a police car coming from the other direction. He could hear it slow and then stop as he resumed his task. He did not look up as he heard footsteps approach but remained bending over the girl while he massaged her breastbone.

Suddenly there was an incredible pain within his head and then... blackness. The single blow from the nightstick had made him slump over the girl in complete unconsciousness.

**************** Two young women were seated at either side of the modern sculptured office desk. One was dressed in the pale sienna uniform of the Malaysian Prison Service. The uniform was beautifully tailored to her slender frame, perfectly amplifying her firm breasts and flat stomach. The epaulettes upon her shoulders signified her high rank within the service. Below the short sleeves of her tunic dress, her bare arms glowed with the beautiful light natural tan of young Malay women. Her face was lightly made up, although her exquisite looks had no need of further embellishment. Her eyes were bright and intelligent and seemed to sparkle as she looked across her desk at the young English doctor.

"We have a problem... not of our making, but nevertheless Vicki, we have to try and make sense of this."

Doctor Vicki Turner moved her slender body forward and leaned her elbow on the young prison governor's desk. She was wearing a white short-sleeved lab coat, which was made of fine white cotton, ideally suited to the heat of the Malaysian weather. Although she was young - and this was her first position of authority, she seemed perfectly at ease with her position as Prison Medical Officer.

Vicki smiled as she replied. "I know Atikah. The girl's mother is on her way and I really don't know what to tell her. That fat pig of a sergeant insists that the boy was actually raping the girl on the side of the road. He says that he was perfectly within his rights to use force and prevent any further abuse of the girl. The boy is barely conscious and certainly has concussion. In view of the circumstances and the sergeant's accusations, I have had him strapped to a gurney in ward two. The girl is in ward one. She is still unconscious and doesn't look as if she is going to come out of her coma very quickly. Her response to sound and light has been improving over the last hour. So I am fairly satisfied that she will recover. "

"How did we indentify the girl Vicki? I have no documents for her and yet her mother is on her way."

Vicki frowned as she replied to the pretty prison governor. "The sergeant recognized the girl and took it upon himself to inform her mother that she had been raped by an American... and that he had arrested him. We got a call in the medical block to say that the mother is on her way.

Atikah looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking again. "Are you sure that the girl has been raped?"

Vicki smiled ruefully. "Well I don't have proof that she was raped, but there was definitely semen within her vagina and the girl has undoubtedly had sex within the last two or three of hours. However I would like you to take a look at the boy and you will see why I have my doubts about the sergeant's account of things. I am also wondering why we haven't heard from the police, if he is being charged."

Atikah picked up the passport that was lying on her desk. She rifled through the pages until she came across the passport photograph. "Tom Walsh... erm, let's see... born in Seattle, Washington State, on the sixteenth of January, nineteen eighty four. So he has just turned eighteen years of age. He looks very young on his photograph; perhaps he has used an older one. He certainly doesn't look eighteen on here."

She picked up some of the other items on her desk. "His drivers license is current and valid and all his insurances for the car are in order."

Vicki looked meaningfully at Atikah. "That's why I would like you to come to the medical block and have a look at him. In some ways he is most unusual. What I mean by that; is that, that photograph you have in your hand is an accurate facsimile of his face. He looks extremely young for someone who has just turned eighteen.

He is tall and well built; in fact he has a perfect physique. But I think he has reached maturity very late. I examined him while he was still unconscious and I think that he has only reached puberty quite recently, in fact probably during the last year... perhaps even only a few months."

Atikah paused for a moment and then stood up. "Come along then Vicki lead the way. Are you going to tell me that this young man is physically incapable of rape?

Vicki smiled as she opened the office door and led the way through to the long corridor.

"No... he is certainly physically capable of rape, but I think that when you can see him properly, it will be a lot easier for me to explain why I don't think that he has committed rape."

The two young women walked quickly down the long corridor of the Kuantan Province Correctional Facility for Women. Atikah nodded occasionally as they passed some of the female warders as she spoke to the young doctor.

"You know Vicki, it is a wonder that, that stupid sergeant, had sense enough to bring them here. It is a good eighty miles to the nearest hospital. He must have known that we have a resident doctor and good facilities."

Vicki smiled back at Atikah as they entered the medical block.

"If he had hit the boy any harder, he might have had to take him to the morgue." She opened the door to the medical section and beckoned to Atikah.

"I think if we speak in Malay while I show you the boy. He is awake and I want to ask your opinion while I examine him. Then I would like you to explain to him why he has been restrained and what he is being accused of. I hope I am right about him, Malaysia is no place to be accused of rape."

Two pretty young nurses were stood waiting in the smaller corridor division of the medical block. They stood side by side, bowing slightly in acknowledgment of the doctor and governor. They were both petite and neatly dressed in their nurse's outfits. Vicki smiled at them as she addressed them both.

"Please bring the trolley to ward two and glove up. Have you told the boy where he is and why he has been restrained?"

Anis, the younger of the two, answered her. "Yes doctor, he knows where he is, but I told him it was the rule that he must be restrained as he had concussion. I don't know whether he believed me."

Atikah nodded to the young nurses as they entered ward two. The boy was laid on a gurney in the middle of the examination room. He was covered from head to foot in a white sheet. Even with the air-conditioning running, the room was quite warm. The strong overhead lights were reflected against the white tiled walls. Medical cabinets lined the left hand side of the room, in front of which was a modern gynaecological examination chair complete with stirrups. A flat examination bed was situated to the right hand side of the clinically sterile examination facility. The bed was equipped with broad restraining straps, which hung down from the four corners of the bed. There was also a much wider strap suspended from the middle portion of the sturdy examination table.

Vicki and Atikah approached the gurney. The boy's eyes were closed and it was a few moments, after they had approached and were standing to either side of the gurney, before he opened them.

Vicki could see that the boy had obviously been dozing. She smiled down at him as she placed her hand on his forehead.

"I am Doctor Turner. Now tell me Mister Walsh, how are you feeling?"

Atikah looked closely at the young boy while the doctor spoke to him. She could see that he closely resembled his passport photograph and that he looked very much younger than his accredited age.

His face was handsome and neatly featured. He certainly looked young and innocent - and Atikah was a very good judge of character. She rarely took things at their face value and had during her time as prison governor heard all kinds of excuses and explanations for criminal activity. She could usually see behind the façade and was a very good judge of whether someone was telling her the truth or not.

Tommy looked up at the doctor and tried to raise his hands. He suddenly remembered that the nurses had fasted both his wrists and his ankles to the gurney.

"Oh erm... erm doctor, my head hurts, but I think that I am alright. I am fastened to the bed erm miss?"

Vicki ignored his remark, but spoke softly to him. "Well your headache should ease in time. I will give you something for it in a while. First I want to examine you and then Governor Sumalie will want to talk to you. I believe that the nurses have told you that you are in the Kuantan Province Correctional Facility, which is the nearest medical facility to where you were picked up."

Vicki could see that the boy was eager to ask more questions. She raised her hand to silence him and spoke softly. "First things first. Now what would you like me to call you?"

"Erm... my name is Tom... erm but they call me Tommy."

"Well Tommy, I am going to examine you... so just lie there and let me do my job, O.K?"

Somehow the gentle voice of the young doctor erased some of his unease. He let his head rest against the pillow as the doctor leaned over him. He watched her as she took a penlight from the pocket of her lab coat and leaned over him.

He could feel her breasts press against his chest and feel her sweet breath on his face as she talked to him softly.

"Look left... umm... look right. There that's the way... now look up... and down... very good. There that's a good boy." Her voice was almost hypnotic as her breasts moved over his chest as she examined both of his eyes. It seemed to be an almost intimate moment as she gently touched her finger to his lips. "Open wide Tommy, there's a good boy."

Tommy could not ignore the sensuality of the doctor's touch as she stroked his cheek while shining the penlight into his mouth. He did not hear the tiny footsteps of the two nurses as they entered the room, pushing the trolley towards the gurney. He felt the sensual touch of the doctor as she delicately held his ear and reached for the octoscope. The instrument felt cool against his flesh as the doctor carefully examined each ear. Her breath was soft against his cheeks as she carefully turned his head from one side to the other.

Vicki stood up straight, noticing that his eyes had become defocused during her close examination. She smiled to herself knowing that she had perhaps aroused the boy with the extreme proximity of her body. She looked across at Akitah and gestured to his body before turning towards the young nurses.

"Would you retain his sheet in position please and put him in the chair. I would like him flat and at full stretch please. Please make sure that he is far enough down the bed for 'Position One' of induction please... but all with sheet."

Anis and Pia both looked at the doctor, first with puzzlement and then with some amusement. Both the young nurses were very familiar with 'position one' of the prison's induction procedure.

This was only used upon suspected carrier inductees to the prison. The completely naked girls would be summarily fastened to the gynaecological chair by the warders. The stirrups would be spread to such an extent that the girl's legs would be stretched high and wide, almost lifting their bottoms from the seat of the chair. They would be invasively searched, both anally and vaginally. It was a demeaning and humiliating procedure, which often had the girls in tears.

Although the procedure was ultimately dehumanising, like airport customs checks, constant procedures had often revealed contraband from the unlikeliest of candidates.

The induction of female prisoners into Kuantan was a thorough and well-practised procedure for the young nurses. For Pia and Anis, the thought of suddenly having a handsome and naked young boy in such a position, made them thrill at the prospect.

Vicki made sure that they had got the message before she turned towards Tommy. She smiled as she leaned over him. Her voice was soft and gentle, in fact, almost a whisper.

"Now Tommy, the nurses are going to put you in the examination chair. I need to make sure that you are perfectly well and that you have not suffered any ill effects from the blow to your head. I will return in a little while to examine you... so be a good boy and relax while the nurses position you. Will you do that for me Tommy?"

Tommy was already under the thrall of Dr. Vicki Turner and was as acquiescent as she had hoped he would be. He looked up at her, innocently oblivious to the embarrassing procedures that were in store for him.

"Erm yes doctor.

"Good boy, I promise I will take good care of you Tommy."

Both Vicki and Atikah moved away from the gurney and through the door into the corridor.

"I don't want interfere or embarrass him while he is being fastened into the chair. But I did want to establish that his concussion has now abated and that he is fully compos mentis."

Vicki took the young governor's arm as she whispered to her.

"What did you think to him? Did he seem like a rapist to you?"

Atikah looked at Vicki. They had got to know each other well during Vicki's appointment to the Kuantan Province Prison and Atikah had often confided her deeper emotions to the young doctor. There had often been a sexual element to their work and both of them had taken enjoyment during the examination, or the intimate searching, of attractive female prisoners. Vicki would often deliberately stimulate a young inmate to a state of intense sexual arousal.

Sometimes she would delicately tease a girl quite clandestinely. It was so easy to casually brush her fingers over a sensitive nipple, or gently score her fingernail over the lips of a girl's labia as she carried out her examinations. Both Vicki and Akitah enjoyed a young girl's shame, especially when she became reluctantly aroused through no fault of her own.

Vicki would often nonchalantly admonish a young girl for her lack of control, while she writhed and shivered under her skilled manipulation.

"My what a sensitive little girl you are! Have you no shame?"

Sometimes the stimulation would be so intense that a girl would be shivering in turmoil, her hips thrust upwards, reluctantly seeking the pleasure of Vicki's delicate fingers. This would often cause the pretty young Malaysian nurses to giggle and remark on the young girl's wantonness.

Akitah moved closer to Vicki and spoke earnestly.

"Well you know how many how many of my prisoners declare their innocence... so you may forgive me for being sceptical as a rule. But with this young man I am at a loss. I watched him while you were talking to him... and as yet, I doubt very much that he has any idea of the complaints against him. However, the situation has got more serious. I had a text while you were looking at the boy. It seems that the girl's parents are top lawyers in Malaysia. I have seen the father's picture in the papers many times. He really is a top prosecuting layer. I also saw in the paper that the mother is to be made a judge. They obviously move within high society and have a lot of influence. Their family name is Varna, which is a word often attached to Indian royalty. So I think we can take it that they are very well connected. We will have to handle her very carefully indeed."

The young doctor looked at her companion and smiled ruefully at her.

"Come on then, let's go and have a closer look at our young man." Vicki slipped her hand around Atikah's waist and gave her a little squeeze. Atikah looked at her curiously, but did not speak as Vicki ushered her back into the examination room of ward two.

The three sections of gynaecological chair had been laid completely flat to form a bed. The backrest had been tilted backwards to become parallel with the seat and the leg support, which was hinged to the seat, had been lifted upwards to the same level.

The boy was laying face upwards with his wrists strapped to the arms of the chair. The sheet was now covering him from his neck to the juncture of his legs and torso, where it wrapped underneath him like a diaper, leaving his long legs bare.

Vicki knew that the young nurses would have unfastened him from the gurney and then instructed him to shuffle forward while holding the sheet to his chin, until he could put his feet onto the floor. One of them would have pulled the sheet through his legs and have held it upwards to the back of his neck. Effectively, the boy would have been covered while he walked to the chair.

Vicki nodded to the two nurses who were standing behind the boy's head. She moved to the side of the chair, making sure that Atikah had taken position at the opposite side. She turned to the boy, noticing that there was slight blush of red to his cheeks.

"Right Tommy, lets have a proper look at you and check you over."

Vicki looked at Pia.

"If you would prepare him please."

Vicki laid her hand upon the boy's forehead, aware that Pia had moved around to the foot of the bed. She waited as Pia reached forward and pulled the sheet down uncovering him completely. She waited while Pia gently placed each of the boy's legs on top of the sheet, spreading his feet as wide apart as the width of the chair would allow.

Vicki saw him look down at himself in horror as his naked body was revealed. Suddenly his face flushed to a deep red as he realised that he was completely bared to everyone's view.

Akitah and Vicki looked over his naked body. Akitah spoke in Malay as she examined his physique.

"Oh, look at him, he is quite beautifully isn't he. What do you girls think to him?"

Both of the nurses were absorbed in the sight of his naked body. It was Anis that spoke first.

"Oh he is perfectly proportioned isn't he. His skin seems so soft and perfect and yet he is well muscled... I love his long legs..." she suddenly giggled softly... "And his long penis too!"

Tommy had felt his cheeks begin to burn as the sheet was suddenly lifted from his body. At the best of times Tommy was particularly shy in front of females, especially pretty ones. The technical academy he attended in Seattle had very few female students.

He did not go out socially other than with his parents and had never had a girlfriend. Most of his leisure time had been spent alongside his father working on the Jaguar XK 150. So to be suddenly stripped naked in front of such pretty females, had him blushing profusely. He looked up into the doctor's face as she placed the stethoscope in her ears and leaned forward.

Her hand was cool and gentle as she placed it flat against his chest.

"Just breathe deeply while I listen to your heart, Tommy."

Vicki turned her head towards Akitah and spoke to her in fluent Malay.

"Have a close look at his genitalia."

Akitah did not really need to be instructed. She was already examining the boy closely, enjoying and appreciating the contours of his naked young body. From the moment he had been summarily stripped of the sheet and revealed to all of the females present in the examination ward, Atikah had been carefully examining his penis and testicles. His penis was long and thick and lay over his bulging scrotum, the flesh of his genitalia was pale and smooth and she was surprised to see that he was completely bereft of any pubic hair.

At first glance, Akitah had thought that the boy had shaved his pubis, perhaps for some sexual purpose. But as she stooped over his body she realised that the area was actually covered in the minute fine hair usually associated with boys before they reach puberty.

His scrotum revealed the contour of his bulging testes. Atikah could see that they were fully engorged. She also noticed that his penis had become slightly distended since he had been stripped of his covering.

She looked back to his blushing face, seeing that his face was now bright red as Vicki ran her stethoscope over his smooth chest. She resisted a smile as Vicki stood up straight and spoke to the boy.

"Well Tommy, your heart seems fine. Now we do have another problem that we have to address, so I need to ask you some questions. They might seem embarrassing for a young man, but they are necessary... and you must answer me truthfully. Do you understand me?"

Tommy looked up at the young doctor. He knew that he was blushing profusely and could not help the burning in his cheeks or his feeling of vulnerability.

He watched in dismay as she reached down to his groin. He could not help the shiver that suddenly ran through his young body. It seemed to be such an intimate and yet invasive moment when he felt her cool fingers wrap themselves around his scrotum. His humiliation was exacerbated by his helplessness and the fact that the two pretty nurses and the prison governor were closely observing him.

Vicki was aware of the sudden tensioning of his arms as she gently cradled his swollen scrotum within the palm of her hand.

"Just relax Tommy, there's a good boy."

Vicki was well aware that the boy was utterly embarrassed as she delicately took hold of his penis between the forefinger and thumb of her other hand and laid it against his tummy.

"Now Tommy, answer me truthfully. When did you last ejaculate?"

Tommy looked aghast at the pretty young doctor. His cheeks blushed to a bright red as she caught his eye and raised her eyebrow in a quizzical fashion.

"Oh erm... doctor I haven't... erm." His face turned a deeper shade of red and he looked away in pure embarrassment.

Vicki, suddenly had an inkling that her thoughts on the boy's sexual development might have been very near the truth.

"Come along Tommy, I need to know when you last ejaculated. You do know what I mean, don't you? When did you last emit semen from your penis?"

The young nurses looked at his bright red face with amusement as he struggled to answer the doctor.

"Oh miss, erm doctor, I have never done that... I mean... never, ever!"

Vicki knew that it was not only the young nurses that seemed to be enjoying having the naked young man at their mercy. Atikah had a slight flush to her face, as she observed the well-proportioned body, laid prostrated before her.

"Come along now Tommy... all little boys play with their penises. Now just tell me when you last played with your penis... or perhaps you have been with a girl, is that it Tommy, have you been showing your little penis to a girl?"

Both Pia and Anis spluttered with mirth and Vicki knew that the boy had heard them.

Tommy looked outraged and embarrassed all at the same time. He began to stammer his protestation.

"Oh please miss... erm doctor... I haven't done either... erm never!"

Before Vicki could continue her questioning, the boy continued. His words came in a torrent of pent-up embarrassment and humiliation. His voice was almost pleading as he spoke.

Oh doctor... erm there was something wrong with me and I had to go to the hospital... erm my... erm testicles... erm they didn't um, descend or something. They erm... well, they said I was very late... I mean the lady at the hospital said I was a late bloomer."

Vicki smiled at Akitah and the two young nurses, before looking back at the blushing young man.

"So Tommy, when was this... and what did the lady at the hospital do?"

Vicki watched him blush again. His face was now a livid red.

"Erm well it was about three months ago. The lady said she was erm manipulating me or something. Erm I couldn't see what she did because there was a sheet in front of me. But she said that they would be alright, my testicles I mean. After she had finished, she told my mother that they would erm... come down on their own."

"Was it very embarrassing for you Tommy, was your mother there?"

Vicki, did not know why she found the boy's embarrassment so intriguing, but she could not help feeling a little shiver of delight as she observed the embarrassment of the naked young boy. She could not have explained why it would be, that the boy's nervousness and apprehension thrilled her so much.

Tommy blushed again as he spoke to the young doctor. His lips were trembling with the huge sense of embarrassment that he was feeling.

"Erm yes doctor... erm the lady said that my mother was my erm... guardian and that she could observe erm... my manipulation."

"Well Tommy I am pleased that you have told us about your condition. There is a pressing reason why I need to know about your sexual development. Now the nurses are going to reposition you while Governor Sumalie tells you what has happened and why you are to be kept here for a while. I want you to relax your limbs so that the nurses can move you more easily."

Vicki could see both Pia and Anis show an avid interest in the naked young American as they moved around the bed. Vicki moved away, listening occasionally as Governor Sumalie explained the boy's predicament to him. She heard him gasp loudly several times as the girls stretched his legs wide and lofted them into the stirrups.

Akitah had finished her explanation by the time the nurses had finally got him strapped into position one.

Vicki moved towards the trolley and picked up a pair of surgical gloves. She donned them quickly and dipped the fingers into a jar of lubricant. She was delighted to observe the boy's look of distress as she snapped the cuffs to her wrists.

The lower part of the chair had been hinged down allowing her complete access as she moved to stand between his legs. He was laid flat on the bed. His knees were raised up and were so widely spread, that the deep crevice of his bottom was stretched wide open, revealing the puckered star of his sphincter. His calves had been strapped to the stirrups and moved further towards his head so that the cheeks of his bottom were completely elevated from the bed

"Now Tommy, I am going examine your prostate gland, which means I will have to feel inside your bottom. I am also going to instigate an ejaculation from you. Now don't be embarrassed, there is nothing to worry about. I just need to ascertain the amount of semen that I am able to extract from you. So just lie back and relax, there's a good boy."

She could see that the young boy was in turmoil. Not just with the information that he had been accused of rape, but also with the humiliating and ignominious positioning of his naked body. Her pronouncement that he was to be made to ejaculate seemed to shock him to the core.

Vicki looked at Atikah and beckoned her closer as she placed her hand upon the young boys quivering bottom cheeks.

"Would you mind stimulating the boy's penis while I manipulate his prostate please. Erm... would you like to glove up?"

Atikah looked at Vicki, her face barely managing to contain the giggle she felt bubbling inside of her as she looked at the young doctor.

"No, I will be fine, thank you doctor. Atikah looked sternly at the two young nurses as she heard another splutter of amusement.

Vicki looked at the two nurses and spoke to them kindly. Would you provide some stimulation to his torso please, but don't hide his face. I want to monitor his reaction to stimulus.

Tommy could not help shivering with shame and embarrassment as the two young nurses stood to either side of the chair and looked down at him. He had never felt so openly exposed. He could see the look of aloof amusement on their pretty faces. Surely this was the ultimate ignominy. It was so belittling to be fastened in such a vulnerable and exposed position, unable to hide any portion of his body from their interested gaze.

Suddenly his body shook as if it had received an electrical shock. He felt utterly helpless as the Prison Governor casually took hold of his penis. He strained furiously at his fastenings, unable to move as she nonchalantly slid his foreskin back from the head of his penis and exposed him fully.

"Hooo... ooh."

The doctor's voice did little to quell his apprehension and utter distress as she smoothly slid her forefinger up into his bottom.

"Oooohhh," he yelled, more with sensation that any pain.

"Just relax and give me nice deep breaths please Tommy."

Vicki knew that the boy's utter humiliation was beyond redemption. She nodded at the nurses to begin their stimulation as she casually cupped his swollen testes in her other hand.

"Ooooohhhh... oh... oh!"

The boy's torment escalated so quickly that his whole body began to shiver and strain against the broad straps that held his legs and wrists. His mouth hung open in anguish as Vicki began to gently massage his prostate. She could see that his penis had engorged and erected so quickly that the pale flesh of the head was extended above Akitah's delicate hands.

"ohhh... nooooooo!"

Vicki watched in fascination as the prison governor skilfully applied a firm pressure to the shaft of his penis. Her hands moved gracefully in a hypnotic dance as she twisted her wrists to apply the maximum amount of sensation to each upward and downward stroke.

"Pleeeease... nooo... I c'can't stand it!"

Vicki thought that each skilfully applied stroke must be an exquisite and agonizing torment for the young boy. His sinews were straining so violently that Vicki thought that he must be already near to an emotional and sexual breaking point.

Quickly, she slipped her finger out of his bottom - and pressing her middle finger and forefinger together, she deftly thrust them both up through his sphincter. His cry of protest was immediate!

"Arrggghhh... ooooOOOH!"

Vicki was not surprised at the boy's violent response. She looked at Atikah's hands as the prison governor suddenly increased her pace and pressure. She could see that the boy was trying valiantly to escape her hands, his hips writhing within the tight confines of his restraints.

"Noooooo... oooOOH." His wail of anguish seemed to echo against the tiled walls as Vicki motioned to Anis.

"Hold the beaker for me would you nurse."

Anis took her hands from the boy's nipples and reached for a glass beaker from the trolley. She held it nonchalantly above the boy's straining penis as she looked at his helpless and agonized expression.

It was the doctor's voice that seemed to herald the eruption of semen that spurted forth from his rigid penis.

"Come along Tommy, let me have a nice big ejaculation. Be good now and let the nurses see what a big grown up little boy you are. There we are, now that didn't take long at all did!"

Vicki observed the first spurt of semen shoot upwards into the jar. It seemed as if it had been propelled so violently that his whole body tensed in a agonising spasm.

"Ooooohhhhhh." The anguished tone of his cry seemed to affect everyone - and yet Vicki continued to goad the boy even more firmly, squeezing his testicles and prodding deep inside his quivering bottom.

"There we are Tommy, there seems to be lots more to come. See what you can do... there now... why don't you show the nurses what a big boy you are."

Akitah deftly and skilfully continued to stimulate the young boy. Cruelly she fully retracted his foreskin, holding the stretched skin back tightly against the engorged and throbbing shaft as she formed her fingers into a circle.

Even Vicki was surprised at the utter callousness of her action as Akitah stimulated the sensitive rim of the glans penis in a flurry of motion. Surely the boy could not withstand such extreme stimulus to the virgin membranes of his penis. The boy cried out in utter and complete abandonment. His voice was hoarse - and his cry almost bereft of hope.

"Nooooo... oooooOOOOH."

Vicki was not the only one to be astonished by the force and vigour of the boy's tormented ejaculation. Huge globules of viscous semen erupted from the urethral opening of his penis. Each thick gob of semen was ejected so strenuously that it smacked against the glass bottom of the beaker with a resounding thump.

Vicki squeezed her thighs together in a delicious frisson of delight as she thought of how it would feel to have such a force being jetted inside her. She could see that Akitah and the young nurses were similarly moved by the fury of the young boy's sexual climax.

His face was ravaged with extreme emotion as he ejaculated for the first time in his life. My god, Vicki thought, will it never end.

"Ooooooo.....ooooooooOOOOH." His tortured cry seemed to spur his tormentors on to greater effort.

Vicki Turner had never witnessed such a prolonged and tormented ejaculation. The beauty of the young boy in such distress, moved her deeply. She suddenly and surprisingly felt herself begin to orgasm as the boy continued to spew forth huge globules of semen.

It seemed to Vicki, as if each viscous globule was being literally forced from his body. Such was her excitement that she did not realise how forcefully she was prodding his prostate gland. She squeezed her thighs together in the throes of sexual extremis.

She could feel the exquisite sensation pervade her whole body. Such was its intensity that it seemed to reach every fibre of her being. She allowed herself to shiver deliciously, utterly embraced in the deep luxurious envelopment of her orgasm.

The flurried motion of Akitah's hands seemed to blur for a moment as Vicki looked at the boy. His back was arched and his sinews were tightly stretched in extreme emotion. My god, she thought... what must it be like for him to experience such extreme stimulation.

Vicki could not believe that the boy had continued to ejaculate through every delicious nuance of her own orgasm.

"Oh... oh." The boy suddenly sighed as if he had come to accept defeat.

Atikah relaxed her grip and slowed her hand as at that exact moment, the boy seemed expire, to give up all resistance. It was as if the life had passed from him. His body seemed to deflate and his head rolled to the side. His chest heaved as if in a deep sleep.

Atikah stopped her ministrations and took her hands away from him - and yet amazingly, a thick lava flow of semen emerged from the tip of his penis.

Anis nonchalantly reached over and took a firm hold of the shaft of his penis. She placed the jar to the tip as she gleaned the remaining semen from around the head.

She held the beaker upright and gestured towards the accumulated mass of milky white substance.

Vicki looked at Anis and then turned her attention to Pia. Yes she was sure! Beneath the beautiful pale golden skin of their cheeks... there was a faint blush of red... and Vicki was quite sure that it was not embarrassment that had caused it. She looked at them enquiringly; to see them both drop their eyelashes modestly from the intensity of her enquiring gaze.

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Shareema Varna stood at the side of the modern hospital bed as she looked down at the naked body of her eldest daughter. Doctor Vicki Turner stood at the opposite side, quietly waiting for the woman's attention. The girl was still in a coma bur her condition was stable. She was hooked up to various monitors that bleeped and pinged in a regular muted pattern, ascertaining and relaying that her vital signs were normal. Her body was naked as she lay on the hospital bed. Vickie had been quite taken aback as her mother had summarily stripped back the covering sheet and had proceeded to examine every inch of her young daughter's body as soon as she had arrived.

The girl was breathing regularly and her young firm breasts raised and fell with each intake and exhalation of breath. The girl was extremely pretty, with a slender body of a golden brown; her skin was smooth and flawless. But, Vicki thought, she would be a lucky girl if she grew up to be half as beautiful as her mother.

Vicki Turner had never seen a woman of such beauty. Yes she thought, beauty is certainly the right adjective for such a woman. Shareema Varna was indeed radiant, having a lush classic beauty that seemed to transcend any era or fashion.

She was dressed in a white and silver embroidered sari. Her figure was voluptuous, yet perfectly proportioned and toned. Her breasts were full and beautifully firm and stood proudly above her narrowing torso. Her waist was exquisitely slender - and her midriff, which was bared to below her naval, was completely flat and firm. Her hips flared to the perfect statistics of a swimsuit model and her legs were long and beautifully shaped, right down to her petite and dainty feet.

Vicki had time to examine the exquisite and authoritative Shareema Varna at leisure as she waited for any questions that Mrs Varna might have for her. A sari, she thought, can either be very concealing... or in this case, very subtly revealing. She looked closely at the beautiful woman as Shareema leaned over her daughter.

Her firm breasts moved sensuously within the confines of the sari - and as she turned her body, Vicki could clearly see the bared skin of the profile of her breast including the slightly darker aureole of her nipple.

Yes, she thought, very women few could get away with the enticing manner in which her sari was being worn. But Shareema Varna was as confident as she was beautiful. Vicki doubted that there would ever be a moment where Shareema did not get what she wanted. What a powerful combination, a first class legal mind and the allure and sexuality of a beautiful woman.

Shareema did not look at Vicki as she spoke. Her tone was authoritative and had little expectation of being questioned. "Do you think that her pubis has been shaved... or would you say that she has been waxed?"

Vicki was a little off-balance with the question as she watched Shareema stroke her fingers delicately over the plump mound of her daughter's pubis.

"Oh erm... do you want me to have a look?"

Shareema did not reply but moved back to let Vicki lean over the naked young girl. Vicki did not intend to be any less forthright than the woman had been when examining her daughter. She ran her fingers lightly over the proud mound of flesh, even allowing her fingertips to trail over the enticing peach slices of the girl's labial lips.

She let her fingers linger for a moment or two, feeling the texture of the girl's skin. "Yes, I can feel the pores of the skin, I am fairly sure that she has been waxed."

Shareema waited without impatience for Vicki to stand upright before she addressed her. Vicki knew as soon as Shareema spoke, that she did not consider the young doctor to be her equal.

"I would like to see the prison governor now. I also wish to see the young American boy that is to be charged with the crime of rape against my daughter."

Vicki would normally have argued that it was not possible for the woman to see the young boy, but she knew that with a woman as powerful as Shareema Varna, she was treading on very thin ice.

Vicki reached for the phone on the wall mount beside the bed and pressed button number one. There is no point in arguing with the woman, she thought, after all Atikah is much more capable.

Shareema waited, again without impatience until the Prison Governor arrived.

Vicki noticed that Atikah had changed and was now wearing her formal uniform of jacket and skirt. Her shirt had a button down collar and she was wearing her governor's emblem tie. Atikah addressed Mrs Varna confidently and directly, wasting no time on unnecessary pleasantries.

"I am Prison governor Sumalie, Mrs Varna. I hope that your daughter is soon out of her coma. Doctor Turner assures me that she is stable and that she responds to light and to sound, which I understand means there is good brain activity. I will await your decision on what you would like me to do. We can transfer her by helicopter to the hospital in Kuala Lumpur - or she can stay here to see if she regains more faculties, before we transfer."

Mrs Varna looked at the prison governor. Vicki thought with some appreciation of her succinct and strict adherence to relevant information without embellishment.

"I would appreciate the latter, if that can be accommodated, Governor Sumalie. I understand from Doctor Turner, that her vital signs are already much improved. Now to the matter of the American boy, I would like to see him. I presume there will be no problem with that?"

Vickie was quite surprised that Atikah did not hesitate with her answer. Perhaps she had already thought that the question would arise.

"Yes you may see him, but you will not be allowed to question him. If that is acceptable, then I will take you through to the next ward. He has had concussion, but is now clear of that. He has been restrained upon an examination table, so you may approach him in safety."

Again, Vicki was impressed with Atikahs succinct and well thought-out answers.

"Thank you, Governor Sumalie. I will not ask him questions other than his name. But I might wish to speak to you both. Is that acceptable?"

Vicki watched Akitah nod to Shameera Varna, although she seemed slightly puzzled. "Yes that is acceptable."

Mrs Varna waited for the governor to lead the way. Vickie noticed that she did not bother to replace the sheet, which had covered her daughter.

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From the moment the nurse had stripped the sheet from Tommy's naked body, his humiliation had been profound. It had seemed like an episode frozen in time... a complete, unexpurgated and inescapable humiliation. Tommy's naïve and quiet disposition would never have countenanced the thought of a pretty woman or young girl seeing him naked. To have been forced to exhibit his emotions while he been summarily aroused by the prison doctor and the prison governor, had shocked him to the core.

He had awoken to find that he had been strapped to the flat examination table by his wrists and ankles. He could feel that the straps were broader and firmer than those of the gurney. He had realised immediately that he was still naked. He raised his head as far as he could and looked down at his naked body. He blushed in shame. The examination table was much wider than the gurney and his legs were spread far wider apart.

He watched in embarrassment as the nurses moved from behind his head and into his view. They did not comment on the fact that he was awake, but looked at him knowingly, as if they had been amused by his frantic gyrations in the gynaecological chair as he had been thoroughly milked of his essence.

They pulled a medical trolley towards the side of the bed and taking sponges and cloths proceeded to wash him. One girl had started on his upper body, moving her sponge almost sensuously over his chest and stomach. The other girl proceeded to wash his legs, the washcloth steadily smoothing upwards over his shins and thighs. He gasped as the girl bent over him and looked between his legs. Bending her elbow towards his head, she gently smoothed her bare hand over his penis, before cupping his scrotum and lifting his testicles upwards. Nonchalantly, she plunged the washcloth between the cheeks of his buttocks.

Tommy gasped as she thoroughly washed his bottom. He could feel her fingers prodding and probing his sphincter as she went about her work. Tommy could only gasp at the indignity as she brought the cloth up over his scrotum and delicately washed the swollen sac.

He could feel her breath upon his skin as she bent even lower and placed the washcloth over his thigh. With her hands free, she took hold of his penis and carefully retracted his foreskin. Tommy could feel his penis suddenly throb with the sensation of her delicate touch. He gasped as she stretched the foreskin back until the head of his penis was fully bared. He heard the other nurse giggle softly as his penis began to engorge almost immediately.

He was blushing furiously as the girl took the washcloth and began to gently wash around the head of his penis. He could not help gyrating his hips as he tried to escape the intense sensation.

Anis looked at his face, her arched eyebrow giving him that enquiring look that made him feel so ashamed of his reaction to her touch. She washed him for several minutes, making sure that his penis was perfectly erect before taking her hands away. Tommy was gasping and groaning by the time the nurse had finished. He blushed with shame as he realised that his penis was standing up rigidly from between his thighs, throbbing with sensation as both girls giggled softly at his plight.

Tommy had never felt so foolish as the girls busied themselves around him. Gently drying him with soft towels as he lay helplessly fastened to the examination bed. He could not help looking down at himself, feeling utterly humiliated by the sight of his erect penis jutting upwards and throbbing visibly.

By the time the girls had finished drying him, his face was flushed to a deep crimson. He felt almost near to tears with the absolute shame of his predicament.

He watched as they brought a sheet to cover him, only to shake their heads as they looked at his erect penis. They seemed to enjoy his discomfort as they placed the sheet over his shins and looked at his blushing face. Without a word Anis brushed her hand over his penis and then once more shaking her head at Pia in mock dismay, she turned and walked towards the door, holding it open for Pia to exit first. Anis stood for a moment and looked back at the naked boy, watching his face blush to a deeper shade of red.

Her voice held a hint of merriment as she observed him. "Bare Tommy... naughty bare Tommy will have to stay bare.

Tommy could not help the churning of dread deep within his stomach as he thought of the shame of becoming erect. It was a feeling of guilt and dread at being displayed nakedly aroused in front of the two nurses and the prison doctor and governor.

His shock at the incredible and unprecedented sensation of ejaculation had overwhelmed his young body and had shaken him to the core. He suddenly felt fatigued and languid as he laid his head back upon the bed.

He looked up at the strong ceiling lights as he wondered about his plight of being accused of rape. He wondered how seriously the Malaysian authorities were viewing the accusations. Somehow he could not bring his mind to focus upon the problems that lay ahead.

His immediate concern was that he was uncovered and fastened by both arms and both ankles. With his legs spread wide he was at the mercy of anyone that came into the ward. Eventually he must have dozed; for how long he could not have said. Suddenly he became aware of the door opening and movement in the room. He opened his eyes and was immediately met with the sight of a beautiful woman walking towards him. He blushed immediately; totally embarrassed by his nakedness and the fact that he could do nothing about it.

Shareema Varna was delighted with the sight that greeted her as she entered the doorway of ward two. She could not imagine what the reason would be for the boy to be naked and uncovered, but she certainly intended to take full advantage of the situation. She was well used to games of brinkmanship within the courtroom and she knew that as long as she did not compromise the authority of the young prison governor, she would probably be allowed some leeway.

She examined the boy, avidly examining his perfect physique and youthful face. She hid her excitement well as she observed his naked body.

Tommy tried to avoid her gaze by looking towards the other side of the bed. He realised, to his chagrin, that the nurses were already standing to that side of the room and that the doctor and the prison governor had also returned. Tommy blushed again his lips began to quiver in shame as both the governor and the doctor towards him. It was the prison governor who broke the silence with a damming indictment.

"This is Mrs Shareema Varna. You have been accused of raping her daughter."

Before Tommy could speak, the governor held up her hand to silence him. Instead it was Mrs. Varna that spoke as she moved close to the other side of his bed. Tommy blushed furiously as she laid her cool hand gently over his thigh, her fingers resting upon the sensitive inner flesh

He looked around helplessly as he realised that her hand was very close to his groin. He looked down at himself to see that his penis was resting against his tummy. Although he could see that his penis was no longer erect, it was still plump and turgid. He felt a terrible dread at the thought of becoming aroused by her delicate touch.

Even as the woman spoke to him, he could not bring himself to look at her.

"What is your name?"

Tommy felt his cheeks begin to burn as a new influx of blood rushed to his face. Slowly he turned towards her, but could not look her in the eye.

Her voice was clear and moderated as she spoke again.

"Look at me... and tell me your name." She placed her other hand upon his chest, her fingers cool and sensual against his nipple.

Her touch seemed to spur him to look at her. Tommy had never seen a woman so beautiful. He seemed mesmerised by the gaze of her eyes as she looked at him with a cool enquiring expression. He could only manage to stammer a reply, aware that his face was burning even brighter with each new embarrassment.

"My name is Tom... erm Tommy Walsh."

She seemed to look deep into his eyes as if searching for something. Tommy felt so humiliated as the woman moved her hands gently over his skin.

'He was just about to protest his innocence when the woman pressed her hand gently on his chest and spoke.

"I am going to say something. I want you to listen without interruption." She looked across at the Prison Governor.

I am going to make an offer to Tommy Walsh." She paused before resuming. "On mature and thoughtful reflection, he may find it more favourable than the alternative. May I instruct him to listen to me carefully?"

Atikah nodded to Mrs. Varna. Atikah was aware that Mrs Varna had not asked permission to touch the boy... and was reasonably certain that she was testing the waters as to what she could and couldn't do.

Atikah nodded to the woman and listened as she continued.

"I think that you know who I am, Governor Sumalie, but I will explain so that the boy may understand the importance of my position.

I am a public prosecutor for the Western region of Malaysia and I have never prosecuted a case unsuccessfully. I intend to have the boy charged with the rape of my daughter... unless he chooses the alternative, which I am going to offer."

Shareema looked at the boy, noting that although he blushing profusely, he was listening to what she was saying.

"The evidence from the police is quite conclusive. I am already in possession of his evidence and it states that there is no question that the boy was caught in the act of raping my daughter."

Tommy tried to stammer a protest only to feel the cool fingers of Mrs Varna press down gently against his chest. He was also aware that as she pressed down that her fingers brushed lightly across his nipple.

"Please hear me out. I shall make sure that the case is prosecuted immediately. It will be prosecuted locally, with a local jury. Rape by an American against the daughter of a Malaysian will not be viewed with any favour. I will not call for DNA evidence, nor will I allow time for it to be called for by the defence.

In other words, by the end of this week, Tommy Walsh you will have been sentenced and taken to jail. The sentence I shall call for... will be a just one - and therefore, it WILL be passed against you.

You will be sentenced to twenty-five years in jail and forty strokes of the Rotan, which will be administered in two canings of twenty strokes each. The first caning will be administered immediately and the second after a period of six months."

The Governor could see that Tommy's face was aghast in horror as he listened to Mrs Varna.

"You do not have to take my word for any of this. There is a firm of solicitors near here who have an American employee on their staff. I will pay for a consultation for you, so that you may have independent advice as to the voracity of what I have just told you."

She paused, her beautiful face looking down upon the young boy as she appraised his naked body coolly and clinically.

"The alternative is that you are punished here. If you accept you will be given forty strokes of the prison strap. This will be administered in two sessions of twenty strokes one week apart by a warder from this prison."

Before the stunned boy could answer, she pressed down upon his body again. This time her hand moved slightly higher upon his thigh and Tommy could feel the thumb of her left hand delicately brush against the soft skin of his scrotum.

"You don't need to say anything now. I shall instruct the solicitors forthwith and then you can make your choice. If you decide to go to court, your defence will come out of the public purse. Please keep quiet while I talk to Governor Sumalie."

Mrs. Varna made sure that she had the governor full attention as she spoke to her. She made sure that the governor was looking into her eyes so that she did not see the subtle movement of her fingers against the young boy's sensitive skin.

"Governor, I am aware that you have appropriate facilities for internal punishments. I presume that you can provide a warder to carry out the punishment should the need arise. Am I correct?"

Atikah nodded as she replied. "Yes there is the usual facility here... and the staff."

Mrs Varna, moved her hands over the boy quite overtly before lifting them from him and placing them at her sides. She made the gesture look as if it were a natural gesture, rather than an overt and deliberate attempt to arouse him.

She was well aware that the boy's penis had filled sufficiently from her touch, to be incapable of averting an embarrassing erection. She looked into his face and then down to his penis watching as the tumescent flesh began to rise upwards. She gave him a withering stare, before tuning her attention back to the governor.

"Governor Sumalie, I do not want to see this young man sent to jail and have his life ruined. But, I do want to SEE justice done, so that is my offer. I shall visit my daughter again and then I am hopeful that this young boy can be given some independent advice."

She looked at the boy's naked body, smiling inwardly as she saw his penis come to a full erection. His face was covered in red blotches as she saw him reluctantly look down at his penis, which was now throbbing uncontrollably.

"I can see for myself that the boy is without control."

She turned away and headed for the door, leaving the doctor and the governor to follow in her wake.

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The office manager read the email of the third time. That's all we need on a hot afternoon, he thought as he placed the printout on his desk. The thought of doing a defence against a Shareema Varna prosecution was a nightmarish prospect for any firm of lawyers. This one needed to be got rid of as quickly as possible... and who wants to spend a hot afternoon cooped up in a prison visiting room. He looked through the glass window of his office at the young junior solicitor as she struggled to type her own letters. She was slender and petite. Her hair was neatly tied back and her thin wire-framed spectacles were balanced upon the end of her pretty nose as she peered at the glass screen. He could see the outline of her bra through the white cotton of her blouse as her upper body moved against the light from the window. God, he thought, she's been her six months and I have never seen her legs. Why on earth does she have to wear those long gypsy skirts!

He glanced at the email again. 'That's a thought. Why should one of the partners have to spend a hot afternoon on a hopeless case?' He stood up and took the email from his desk.

It was only when he turned the printed sheet of paper that he saw the handwritten post-it note that was stuck to the reverse side. He pulled it away from the paper and read it quickly. The senior Malaysian Partner had signed the post-it note. The message was short and succinct, it read: 'Send Hope, because we have no hope.'

The office manager had no way of knowing that it was Shareema Varna who had asked the senior partner to ensure that the attending solicitor was female.

It was an hour later that Francis Hope drove her little Honda car through the gates of the Women's prison and drew up at the reception entrance. She had within her light briefcase, ten pages of testimony from the police sergeant as well as the prosecuting deputation from Shareema Varna. She had read them with increasing concern as they had printed out in her office.

She was somewhat surprised as she was met personally by the prison governor and shown to her office. She was even more surprised when Governor Sumalie had told her of the alternative that Shareema Varna had proposed to the young American boy.

Atikah watched the young solicitor's pretty mouth widen in astonishment as she recounted every detail of Shareema Varna's proposal.

Francis looked at Governor Sumalie. Her pretty face showing the concern she felt.

"But you think that the boy is telling the truth. Surely we can get a delay to the trial until we have some kind of defence!"

Atikah, looked at the young girl, wondering if the question was for her, or if the girl was merely voicing of her thoughts.

Francis read through the documents again. Her knowledge of how this sort of offences was viewed in Malaysia did not encourage her as she continued to read.

Of course the sergeant would stick to his testimony, after all he had to have an excuse for using his baton on the boy. She knew that Shareema Varna would probably schedule the case in front of a judge that was sympathetic to the prosecution... and she knew that any case prosecuted by Shareema Varna was always watertight and well presented.

Atikah looked at the girl again. Knowing that at least she had given her time, before meeting the young American boy, to at least form an opinion as to the advice she was to give him.

Francis was blushing as she looked up at the prison governor.

"The beating... erm what do you call it... the prison strap? Is it severe?"

Atikah couldn't help feeling sorry for the young girl. She looked kindly at her as she spoke.

"I am afraid so, Miss Hope. Possibly the worst part will be waiting for seven days for it to be repeated."

Francis blushed again. What must it be like, she thought, to be lashed twenty times with a strap?

Atikah could see that the young girl was fidgeting in her seat. She knew exactly what she was thinking. She stood up and went to her office bookcase. She opened the top drawer and drew out a thick heavy leather strap. It was four inches wide and just over a quarter of an inch thick. The forty-inch length was terminated in a slim wooden handle. As she turned back towards the young girl she saw her shiver at the sight of it.

What was it, Atikah thought, a shiver of dread... or a shiver of excitement? She laid the strap across the length of the desk in front of Francis.

Francis seemed mesmerised by the object of punishment. She seemed frightened to touch it and yet Atikah knew that she could not help herself. Almost hypnotically Francis let her delicate fingers touch the end of the strap. She lifted the broad leather upwards from surface of the desk, feeling the weight and the stiffness of the dull rough hide.

Suddenly she let go, flinching as the leather smacked against the teak top of the desk.

"Oh... oh, it is so heavy and wide." Francis looked astonished at the thought of the strap being used upon a young boy. Her mind was racing, trying to imagine what it would be like.

Atikah knew the questions that would be coming. She could have answered them without being asked, but she knew that there was a frisson of excitement within the young girl, as well as one of sheer horror at the thought of the boy being punished with such an implement.

She waited patiently as the girl looked down at the strap. At last... the first question emerged from the girl's pretty lips.

"Erm... how many strokes do the prisoners receive if they erm... are erm... naughty?"

Atikah hid the smile of satisfaction well as she answered the young solicitor.

"Usually four stokes for wilful disobedience. If there was violence against another prisoner we would award six strokes. The most we have ever awarded has been ten strokes. That was for severe bodily harm against another prisoner."

Atikah watched the girl's blushing face as she tried to form the next question. She was fidgeting in her chair as she willed herself to ask.

"Where on the body is the strap... erm administered?"

Atikah smiled to herself as she watched the young girl look at her demurely. Francis had dropped her eyelashes quickly in embarrassment, as a pretty shade of pink suddenly suffused her delicate cheeks.

Atikah answered her carefully. Making sure that the girl would have to ask the final question herself.

"It is applied to the buttocks and to the backs of the thighs... sometimes to the inner flesh as well."

Atikah watched Francis as she blushed even more deeply. Her voice was almost timid as she looked across the desk at the young prison governor.

"Will... erm Tommy have any protection? I mean... erm... will he have any covering?"

So, Atikah thought, she is asking about the boy's punishment specifically, rather than about punishments in general. Atikah decided to put the girl out of her misery. However, she watched her expression carefully as she answered her. She was quite sure that there was a definite frisson of excitement within the slender young girl as she fidgeted in her chair.

"No the boy will be naked. He will be fastened to the frame and the strap will be applied to his bared buttocks and the backs of his legs and possibly to the insides of his thighs."

She decided to continue as she examined the young girl's face.

"The frame is not the usual 'A' frame, used for the application of the Rotan. The prison frame is in the shape of a St. Andrews cross. The frame, which is covered in rubber, leans forward at an angle so that the buttocks are prominent. It is only two inches wide and one inch deep. It is made of steel and extends to the ceiling, so there is no movement

Tommy will have his waist fastened to the centre of the cross so that his buttocks cannot move out of the path of the strap. His wrists will be fastened to the upper sections of the cross and his ankles to the lower sections. His legs will be spread wide apart so that he cannot clench his buttocks."

Atikah watched the girl carefully as she delivered the final sentence.

"As it is a boy that is to be punished... his genitals will be held out of the way of the strap while his thighs are punished."

Francis looked astonished and yet Atikah could see that there was visible excitement in her body too. Atikah knew the signs too well for the girl to be able to hide her intrigue. She stood up and moved around the desk to stand behind the young solicitor. She knew that the girl was in a dilemma of both excitement and trepidation. She placed her hands upon the girl's trembling shoulders. She spoke softly to her.

"It must be hard to recommend taking such a punishment, but I think that the alternative is far, far worse."

Francis knew that what the governor was telling her, made very good sense. She also knew that she had already made up her own mind. Jail and the Rotan would ruin the boy for life!

*

It was perhaps an hour later that Francis stood up from the small table in the visitor's room of the women's prison. She looked down at the seated boy who was wearing an orange prison smock. The smock looked rather like a hospital gown and she could tell that he was naked beneath the garment.

His youthful face and naïve disposition had moved her. She had explained their legal position to him and had been candidly honest about his chances of winning a trial. She had told him nothing of the form of his punishment, but had dealt solely with his legal position. She had wanted to hold him and comfort him, as he had bravely wiped the tears from his cheeks while coming to the inevitable decision.

Her words had sounded hollow, as she had made the final pronouncement.

"There will be no legal record against you of any kind when this is over."

She felt inadequate and so, so sorry for the young boy, but she knew deep down that she would never be able to win a case against such forceful odds.

"I am so sorry Tommy. If there is ever anything I can do... erm, after this is all over, then please call me. The prison has my number."

Francis could not bring herself to stay with him for one more moment. She knew that if she did, she would also be in tears. She nodded to one of the two female warders that were standing at the back of the room.

The boy had not been cuffed and Francis watched as the warders took each of his arms and helped the boy up from the chair. The smock was far too short for his stature and she could not help looking down at his bared legs as he was made to stand upright. She felt an unwelcome frisson of desire run through her body as she admired the smooth skin and toned flesh of his thighs. She could clearly see the outline of his penis, barely covered by the hem of the brief orange gown.

Francis could hardly contain her emotions. Were they really going to apply the strap to such lovely flesh? Instinctively she reached out her hand and touched his cheek. "Please be a brave boy Tommy."

She turned to the door as he was led away, not daring to look at him again.

*

It was Governor Sumalie whom reluctantly telephoned Shareema Varna to tell her of the boy's decision. Shareema was luxuriously seated in the reclining chair of her home office as she received the call. Her bare, exquisitely shaped, legs rested upon a leather pouffe, which she had drawn up as soon as she had recognized the telephone number of the incoming call.

She shifted lower in her seat as she patiently listened to the prison governor, although she had known all along what the boy's decision would be. Nonchalantly she slipped open the tie knot of the silk gown she was wearing, casually letting the edges slip open to reveal her naked body. She smoothed her hand down over the perfect flat of her stomach, sensuously letting her delicate fingers come to rest over the smooth bared mound of her pubis. She shivered deliciously as she continued to hold the phone to her ear.

Although Shareema had correctly anticipated the result of the boy's decision, she waited patiently until it was her turn to speak. Her voice was quite casual and sanguine, seemingly unmoved by the subject matter.

"I presume it can be arranged at short notice, so I would like you to have it arranged for twelve o'clock, midday tomorrow. I shall be attending of course – and I will be bringing my two youngest daughters with me so that they can visit their sister... as well as witness the punishment of her attacker. They are both over eighteen years of age, so are perfectly eligible for prison visitation."

Shareema smiled to herself as she deliberately ignored the sharp intake of breath from the other end of the phone. She blithely continued to press home her demands on the young prison governor, her voice clear and moderate as she pursued her interests.

"I know this is extra work for you Governor Sumalie and I can assure you that it will not go unrewarded in my role as chairwoman of the Prisons Commission."

Shareema shivered in delight as her fingers dipped daintily between the smooth lips of her labia. Her voice conveyed none of the pleasure she was feeling as she continued.

"Now Governor Sumalie, I would like to ask you to oblige me with something else. Something, which I am sure you will find is quite within your remit."

Shareema moved lazily in her chair as she replaced the slender handset. Her mind was filled with images of the naked young boy as she gave in to the sensations of her delicious ministrations.

With her husband away prosecuting in the courts of Kuala Lumpur for the next eight weeks - and her daughters permanently prohibited from ever entering her office, Shareema felt quite safe from interruption as she indulged herself in a selfish, satisfying and completely silent orgasm.

She knew how to savour and enjoy her pleasures. She was never impatient or hurried, but relished and tasted to fulfilment, each tasty morsel of sexual bliss. Tomorrow was another day. She would sleep soundly tonight and wake refreshed and ready to pursue and enjoy her favourite and most private pleasure. She picked up the phone and dialled.

*

FRANCIS HOPE

Francis Hope wakened early. She had had a fitful and very disturbed nights sleep. Her dreams had mixed with her subconscious thoughts to produce the most disturbing and vivid nightmare. She had not been able to distance herself from becoming emotionally involved in the young boy's plight. She threw back the single sheet and looked down at her body. She was naked. Her skin glistened with a thin sheen of perspiration; a combination of the Malaysian heat and her anguished and anxious dreams.

She casually examined her slender form. Her breasts were small but very firm, her nipples, which had become erect during her dreams, stood upwards as if seeking her attention. She ran her hand down her body, feeling the moisture upon her soft skin. Her flesh seemed alive as if she had had sex. She reached between her legs and was surprised to feel that she was wet. My god, she thought, I am having wet dreams. What must I have been dreaming?

She realised that, since her visit to the women's prison yesterday, that she had been entirely preoccupied with thoughts of the young boy.

She tried to dismiss from her mind, any notion that she might have derived sexual pleasure from the boy's impending punishment. She felt disgusted with herself that she could have had such thoughts, even in her dreams. But the mental image of the boy tied naked to a whipping frame, kept coming back into her head. Neither, could she ignore the frisson of sexual excitement that seemed to run through her young body as if it were disobeying her finer feelings.

She shook her head, as if to clear it of all foul thoughts as she headed for the shower.

As the cool water cascaded over her naked body she could not help feeling another tinge of sexual desire sensuously caress the tender nerves of her flesh. She instinctively squeezed her slender legs together, her demure persona refusing to acknowledge the cause of the pleasure she was feeling. But she knew exactly what it was! As the boy had stood up in the interview room of the jail – and she had seen his long legs bared almost to his pubis, she had conjoured up thoughts of the stout leather prison strap curling around that glorious flesh. His young face, turned upwards and grimacing with pain.

It was later as she entered her office that her dichotomy of sexual excitement and pity for the young boy were relieved. There was a note on her desk. It was brief, but to the point. 'Governor Sumalie has asked you for another consultation with Mr. Walsh. The appointment is for eleven-thirty this morning.'

Thank God, she thought. The boy has obviously changed his view of the situation. Her agile mind mulled over the possibilities of his defence. She knew that she was not capable of going up against a prosecuting lawyer like Shareema Varna. However perhaps the senior partner would be able to get a moratorium on the trial, at least until a credible defence could be put together.

She felt almost light hearted as she got out of her little Honda and walked up the steps towards the doors of the prison reception area.

*

TOMMY

Tommy was awakened by the various noises of the prison corridor. He had slept peacefully; unaware that the milk he had been given the night before had contained a sleeping draft.

He lay under the single sheet and looked around the small cell. The bed was made of sturdy wood and was bolted to the floor. A partition screened off a small corner of the cell. Behind the partition was a toilet and sink. He had been provided with toilet roll, a toothbrush and toothpaste as well as soap and a towel. None of these items were from his own belongings, which he presumed were still neatly packed within his suitcase in the trunk of the Jaguar.

He reached under the sheet and pulled down the hem of his prison smock, which must have ridden up during the night.

Getting up he walked towards the toilet, he blushed as he realised that the open front of the toilet faced towards the bars of the cell. The steel bars ran from floor to ceiling and were only interrupted by the frame of the barred doorway. The cell was completely open to view from the corridor.

He sat down on the toilet and pulled the hem of his gown forward. Although he realised that anyone walking in the corridor would be able to see into the cell; at least he was covered.

He began to mull over his misfortunes, shivering with trepidation as he thought of the events of the previous day. He had gone over the various possibilities of extricating himself from his situation and had come to the conclusion that it would be a very dangerous alternative.

He wiped himself and flushed the toilet before facing the sink. He looked down at the single tap, which he knew could obviously only provide cold water. He washed his hands and wondered if he dare take off his tunic to wash his body. The decision was made for him as two young warders suddenly appeared at the other side of the bars to his cell.

He dried himself quickly as the two pretty young women unlocked the door and entered the cell.

Their expressions were non-committal, as they both looked him up and down.

"You are Tommy Walsh?"

Tommy could not explain why he blushed so deeply as the two warders continued to inspect him.

"Erm yes...erm Miss. I am Tommy Walsh."

Tommy tried to mask his embarrassment as the young warders stood silently for a moment and then moved to either side of him.

The single instruction was all that was said as each warder took a hold of his wrists and led him from the cell. "Come!"

They walked three abreast; their body's close to his as they held his wrists. He was given no other instruction as they proceeded down the long corridor. His bare feet slapped against the painted concrete floor as the warders led him quickly, holding his arms down to his sides as they walked.

They passed many cells, each one, a facsimile of the cell in which he had spent the night. He noticed that all of the cells that they had passed had been empty. They eventually stopped in front of a stout wooden door.

One of the guards produced a key-card from the pocket of her uniform. She pressed it against a plastic card-reader and waited for the lock mechanism to click. She pushed open the door and both warders ushered him through into a tiled room. As he looked around he could see several showerheads projecting from the gleaming white tiles along the far wall. At the end of the wall was a toilet. It seemed slightly taller than the one in his cell and he noticed that it had no seat. In the centre of the room he saw that there was a long table or bench. The thick surface was totally covered in pale orange rubber. It looked very sturdy, with short wooden legs elevating it to waist height from the floor.

To the left hand side of the room there were several cabinets of drawers and cupboards. In front of these was a chromium-plated stand. The stand was set into a wide base, which was supported upon a set of rubber-covered casters. Hung upon the top of the stand was a white, semi-opaque plastic bag, which was obviously fully filled with liquid. Apart from several small trolleys with their tops covered with towels, there was nothing else in the large tiled room.

Tommy felt puzzled, although not unduly alarmed as the warders released his wrists and stood, side-by-side, in front of him.

Both warders were petite and pretty. The beautiful olive skin of their bare legs shone with health as they both stood with their legs astride, watching him carefully.

Their short tunics were made of a smooth, light cotton material. The tunics were of pale khaki colour. Each girl wore a broad leather belt. The belts seemed to cinch their tiny waists so tightly that it displayed their figures to perfection. The tunics were short-sleeved and displayed the wonderful olive skin of their slender arms.

Had Tommy seen them in other circumstances, he would never have thought that such petite young girls could possibly have been prison warders – or have the physical strength to subdue a violent prisoner.

Both girls were wearing neat wristwatches on their left wrists. The lapels of their tunics had no adornment other than their name badges.

Tommy leaned forward slightly and looked at the Name Badges. They read: Officer Mika Tan and Officer Azura Nural.

It was Officer Mika Tan, whom interrupted his thoughts. Her voice was firm and polite.

"Strip please."

Tommy suddenly blushed. Perhaps it was the effect of the mild sleeping draft that had allayed his fears as to the position he was in. Suddenly he felt nervous and embarrassed.

"Wha..."

His protestation was quickly stifled as Officer Mika Tan stepped forward. Without hesitation she took the hem of his short smock and pulled it upwards to his chest. She looked up into his face as she spoke firmly.

"Arms up please."

Tommy felt himself obeying her instruction, acutely aware that she had bared his penis and testicles to the view of the other warder.

"Bend forward." Her instruction was firm as both warders pulled the smock from his arms. His hands shot to his groin to cover himself as Officer Azura Nural took the smock and moved behind him to dispense with the garment over one of the trolleys.

Tommy was in a haze of embarrassment as he felt Officer Nural place her hands upon his waist and push him towards the rubber-covered table. He felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment as they took his wrists and pulled him close to the table. He was left standing so that his penis was just touching the edge of rubber covering.

Without preamble, they pulled his arms forward until he was bent over with his chest pressed against the cool surface.

"Stay there please and do not move."

He blushed again as he sensed that one of the warders had bent down behind him. He felt her delicate fingers upon his ankle.

"Lift your foot, please." A firm pressure upon his ankle followed this command, as she placed his foot against the leg of the bed.

"Now the other one, please." He realized that it was Officer Nural whom was positioning his legs, as he heard one of the trolleys being pulled closer to the table.

He looked to his left, to see the tall stand being wheeled into position behind him. He began to blush furiously as suddenly gentle fingers began to pry into the crevice of his buttocks. He could feel himself shiver as Officer Mika Tan spoke to him.

"Relax the muscle, please."

Her voice was quite casual and nonchalant as she pushed deeper with her slender fingers. Tommy could feel a slippery lubricant being applied between the cheeks of his bottom. He wriggled furiously, only to feel Officer Nural press both hands against the small of his back.

Her voice was firm as she spoke to him, her slender neck inclining forward as her lips were placed close to his ear.

"We do not want to have to restrain you. Please do as you are instructed."

Tommy managed to take hold of his feelings and concentrated on trying to relax the cheeks of his bottom. It was Mika Tan that spoke next as her slender fingers applied more lubricant.

"I am going to insert a tube up into your bottom. I will lubricate you, but you must relax the muscle."

"Oooh." Tommy could not help crying out as he suddenly felt a finger firmly slide through the quivering rim of his sphincter.

"Oooooooh." Tommy could not help another cry escaping from his lips as the girl prodded and probed. Her finger seemed to be sliding in and out of his tender sphincter with greater and greater ease.

"Oh pleeease." His voice was almost plaintive as suddenly her finger was withdrawn from his bottom.

"Relax please." Mika Tan's voice was firm and authoritative as he felt her fingers probe against his sphincter once more.

"Oooooohhhh." Tommy could not help crying out as he felt a cold sensation against his sphincter and then an incredible pressure, as his sphincter was suddenly stretched side.

"Hmmmmfff. He tried to stifle his cry as something incredibly cold and firm was thrust up into his bottom. He felt his sphincter being stretched wide and then seemingly close to grip the device that had been inserted up into his bottom. He felt Azura's hands release their pressure upon his back and then, surprisingly, gently stroke over his skin as she spoke to him.

"You can relax now... you will feel the solution enter you. If you feel a cramp tell me and I will go slower."

Tommy was blushing furiously and yet had to ask the question.

"What are you erm... doing to me?"

Azura moved her head and whispered softly to him.

"We are giving you an enema, you must have had an enema before. Now just relax."

Tommy could not relax as he felt the solution begin to enter his body.

"Ooooh no. I have never had an enema."

It was Mika Tan who spoke. "Just relax... the solution will take time to penetrate."

Tommy lay against the table. He tried to explore the sensation within his body, as inexorably the liquid seemed to be filling his insides.

Suddenly he felt a cramp within his lower stomach.

"Oh... it's hurting."

"Don't worry... I will interrupt the flow for a moment. It will soon pass."

Tommy felt the cramp ease and was aware of the warder moving the tall metal stand closer to his prostrated form.

"Now only a little more to go... and then I want you to hold it for about ten minutes."

Tommy could not help himself moaning and trying to move his bottom as yet more liquid seemed to be pouring into him. His stomach felt bloated and full and yet the liquid continued to pour unabated.

He was just about to cry out in alarm as he felt the warder's hand stroke gently over the left cheek of his bottom.

"Right you are all done. Stay where you are and relax, then we will take you to the toilet bowl.

The next ten minutes were a nightmare for Tommy. Lying naked upon the rubber covered bench as the warders moved around the room, seemingly oblivious to his plight.

The humiliating emptying of his bowels was carried out in silence. He noticed that the young warders had both donned plastic aprons before they had removed the flanged metal nozzle from his bottom and escorted him to the toilet. He had walked, stiff-legged, squeezing the cheeks of his bottom together to try and contain the copious amount of liquid, which seemed to be squishing around inside him.

Both Officers had pushed down upon his shoulders, making him squat low over the bowl. The change in position had immediately released the liquid from his bowels. He had blushed shamefully as the contents had emptied furiously into the porcelain bowl.

Tommy was still blushing profusely, utterly shamed-faced and humiliated as the pretty young warders waited for several minutes before taking his arms. They stood him under one of the showerheads.

"You will shower now. There is soap and shampoo behind you. Please wash your hair and your body thoroughly."

As Tommy turned to the ledge in the wall that held the bar of soap and small vial of shampoo, he was suddenly drenched in tepid water. The water spurted forcefully from the metal fixture as his fingers fumbled for the soap.

He kept his back to the room as he washed himself. He was too embarrassed to wash his genitals, even though his back was turned.

He blushed profusely as one of the warders spoke to him.

"Please wash your penis and scrotum and in-between your legs and the cheeks of your bottom."

Tommy felt faint with embarrassment at the humiliating instruction. He knew that which ever way her turned that the warders would observe his embarrassing compliance.

Even though the water was nearly cold, he could feel his face burning with shame as slipped his hand between the cheeks of his bottom and began to wash thoroughly.

It was several moments after he had scrupulously washed his genitals and his bottom, that the water stopped. He stood for a moment, feeling breathless with embarrassment. He felt a towel being placed around his shoulders.

"Please dry yourself and then come back to the table."

Although Tommy could not see the girl, he knew that it was Mika Tan, that had spoken.

He dried himself with his back turned towards the two warders. He was not privy to the smiles of amusement that passed between them as he dried himself thoroughly.

"That will do... please come to the table and stand with your back to the end. I want your bottom to be touching the edge.

Even the mention of his bottom by the young girl caused Tommy to blush profusely as he held the towel in front of him. He stumbled rather than walked to the table and stood with his buttocks touching the end of the bed. He could feel the coolness of the rubber against the tender cheeks of his bottom.

Mika Tan looked at him coolly as he stood with the towel placed against his groin.

"Please sit on the bed until the backs of you knees are against the edge."

Tommy struggled as he obeyed her. Eventually he was seated as she had requested, with the towel placed strategically over his groin.

"Please lay back with your arms stretched out on the bed above your head."

Tommy blushed again, he could feel his body shiver in embarrassment as he lay back. It was with great reluctance that he stretched his arms out onto the surface of the bed behind his head.

He looked up at Officer Mika Tan as she stood by the side of the bed. She looked almost disdainful as she brusquely picked up the towel up from his groin and threw it onto the top of the trolley.

Tommy fought hard to stop himself covering his genitals with his hands. He was so embarrassed that he felt almost near to tears as the prison officer looked into his face.

"Please relax your legs, we are going to hold them up for a moment."

Tommy blushed again as he saw Officer Nural approach the bed from the other side. She held a pad of gauze in her slender fingers as she looked down at him.

"Fully relaxed please."

Tommy was in a complete haze of embarrassment as he watched the two pretty young warders. He laid his head back in shame as he felt their arms brush against the backs of his knees.

He bit his lip in anguish as the girls summarily raised his legs until they were bent over his body so effectively, that his knees were almost touching his chest.

"Ooooohh." He could not help the exclamation of utter shame escaping from his lips as he felt the gauze pad being thrust up against his sphincter.

He had been surprised at the ease in which the young girls had lifted his legs. Or their strength, as Officer Nural had held the back of his knee in the crook of her arm while she nonchalantly applied the gauze to the sensitive membranes of his sphincter.

The pad had been impregnated with a mild antiseptic. Tommy could feel the liquid running down the crease of his bottom as she pressed firmly.

They let his legs down in just as an efficient manner as they had raised them. Both warders stood back from the bed. Their expressions showed no concern for Tommy's acute embarrassment.

"Please get up and go and stand facing that wall please." Officer Mika San, gestured to the white tiled surface that was clear of cupboards or cabinets.

Both Mika and Azura waited patiently while Tommy struggled to get up from the bed, covering his penis and scrotum as effectively as he could with his hands.

He walked stiff-legged to the bare tiled wall and stood facing it.

"Please place your arms at full stretch against the wall and then move your feet back until you are leaning against it."

Tommy felt his face flush again. His cheeks were burning as he leaned against the cool white tiles.

"Spread your legs wide please, I am going to measure you."

Tommy reluctantly spread his legs apart, acutely aware that his penis and scrotum would be on view from the rear. He knew that she had knelt down behind him - and that without doubt she could see his penis and testicles from between his legs.

He felt the backs of her hands against each ankle as she measured the width across the floor between his feet.

"Move your feet further apart please. I will tell you when you can stop."

Tommy shuffled his feet apart until she instructed him to stop. He groaned inwardly as he felt the back of her hand touch his scrotum. He dare not look down as he felt her begin to measure the inside of his leg. He could feel her delicate fingers touching his skin.

He felt so wide open and vulnerable to her touch. Her fingers seemed to stroke him, the palm of her hand seemingly caress him, as she smoothed the measuring tape right down to his ankle. He shivered with a feeling of utter dread as her hand suddenly nestled against his scrotum. He drew in his breath as she stood up. Casually, she placed the palm of her hand against his buttocks and gently tapped his bottom as she completed her task.

He knew that his face was burning with embarrassment as he suddenly felt her young slender body press against his. Her hands came around his chest and grasped him tightly against her. She pulled him back until he was standing perfectly upright.

The subtle touch of her hands and body against his seemed so intimate that he felt a sudden twinge of desire deep within his body.

He drew in his breath. There was a sudden feeling of dread deep down within his stomach as he felt his penis throb for the first time. It was just a single pulse and yet Tommy dreaded the feeling.

He tried to clear his mind. He could not happen... it must not happen and yet, there it was again, a singular, but horrifying jolt to his senses.

He remained standing facing the wall, willing his mind to think of anything but her gentle touch. He shivered, as he stood naked with his legs wide apart, not daring to cover himself.

He was aware of movement behind him and then suddenly the gentle touch of both of the young warders as each girl placed a hand around his waist. Their touch seemed different to the brusque manner in which they had handled him previously. Their hands felt cool and sensuous against his waist as they turned him around and walked him to the centre of the room.

Tommy looked down. He could not help it. He dreaded what he would see and yet it was an almost destructive compulsion that willed him to do it. To his horror, he saw that his penis had filled and become plump. He groaned inwardly as he saw and felt it throb. The foreskin was slowly but inexorably retracting from the head.

He looked around wildly, only to see the knowing expression of the two young warders watching him. They both looked at his face intently before dropping their eyes to gaze at the turgid flesh of his penis as it became engorged.

Mika spoke to him... was there a mocking look in her eyes, he wondered?

"Please place both hands upon you head and stand with your legs astride."

Tommy looked up at the ceiling as if for divine guidance. Slowly he placed the palms of both hands upon the top of his head. His shame was paramount as stood in front of the two girls and shivered in utter shame.

Officer Mika Tan had walked behind him while the other officer stood examining him.

Officer Nural looked into his face and then once more to his penis, which had become almost erect. She seemed to be making sure that he was watching her, before she let her gaze linger upon his tumescent penis and plump scrotum. It seemed to Tommy to be a deliberate shaming and that she wanted him to be fully aware of her, while she watched his flesh erect to a stiffened and throbbing testimony to his shame.

Mika Tan moved to stand close behind the boy. Tommy shivered, feeling utterly vulnerable as she stroked her hand gently over his buttocks. His flesh felt tender from the shower and he could feel every nuance of her delicate touch. He felt her slip her hand around his hip and stroke her fingers over his completely smooth pubis.

Tommy knew that she must be able to feel his body shivering in dread as her fingers smoothed around the base of his penis. He gasped as he hand dipped between his thighs to cup his scrotum.

"You do not have pubic hair. Do you shave yourself?"

Tommy blushed profusely as he stammered his answer.

"Erm... no miss, they said I was a late developer."

"Well you seemed to have developed far too quickly for your own good.

**********

Tommy gasped in dread as he was propelled, almost at a run, through the open double doors of the tiled punishment room. There, supported in the centre of the high ceilinged room, stood the strapping frame.

He had not been told that he was to receive the strap today. Even his enema and cleansing had not given him any clue. He did not know the protocols of prison life and had presumed that his humiliating and intimate treatment had been part of his induction.

Officers Mika Tan and Azura Nural had prepared him for the return to his cell, by dressing him in a similar coloured prison gown to the one he had been wearing. He had blushed as he realised that, although the sleeveless gown covered him in the front and at the back, the new gown was actually two pieces of material that were simply tied together by thin strips of cloth. The ties were attached at the shoulders and at each side of the waist. He had waited there until two new and far more muscular warders had come to fetch him.

Tommy felt his head spinning as he was vigorously manhandled towards the frame. He was breathing heavily with abject fear, as the two muscular young women fastened his arms to the upper part of the frame. The broad Velcro straps felt cool on his skin, as his arms were suddenly stretched outwards above his head. He felt his stomach press against the juncture of the cross as his ankles were fastened to the lower extremities.

It was only a matter of seconds before their hands were at his waist and upon his shoulders, untying the ties that held his gown together. He was trembling in fear and dread as they pulled the flimsy gown from his body, leaving him shamefully naked. He tried to explore any freedom of movement he might have, when he felt the cool smooth texture of the broad rubberised strap being fasted around his waist.

He shivered, feeling the crux of the rubber-covered frame pressing firmly against his stomach, as the waist-strap was pulled tight. He realised that his body was virtually immobile. His arms and legs were outstretched so profoundly that his muscles seemed to protest. "Noooh."

He groaned in dismay as he realised that the two young warders had not finished with him yet. Their hands busied themselves around his legs, fastening a strap around each thigh just above the knee.

He had never felt so helplessly exposed as he felt the cool breeze of the air-conditioning unit suddenly play between the spread cheeks of his buttocks.

He raised his head and looked up. He could feel that his body was leaning forward and realised that the frame must be set at an angle. He tried to tense his muscles, feeling utterly helpless as he realised that his head was the only part of his body that had not been restrained. He realised that although there was no discomfort, he was completely immobile.

He heard one of the warders say something in Malay. Her voice was almost a whisper as she talked rapidly for a few moments. There was a reply from her companion and then suddenly he felt a cool hand being placed gently upon his bared buttocks. The hand moved slowly over his skin, smoothing and stroking until the fingers swiftly dipped between the cheeks of his bottom. He gasped as the fingertips gently teased the puckered star of his sphincter.

"Oooh, please no."

There was no reply. Instead he felt the hand dip down further between his legs and cup his scrotum. He immediately realised how shockingly open and exposed his body really was as she carefully fondled his testes in the palm of her hand.

She seemed to play with them on the tips of her fingers before unexpectedly squeezing them and pulling them downward for several seconds before letting him go. Tommy could not tell which one of warders had so nonchalantly explored his naked body as one of the two fit young warders moved into his view.

The warder looked at his face intently as she placed her hand under his chin. He could not see her other hand as she grasped his penis and squeezed it firmly. Her eyes seem to bore into his as she waited for his reaction. Tommy gasped, his voice pleading as he spoke.

"Oh please miss, please, don't."

Her eyes never left him for one second as she pushed his foreskin down the shaft of his penis. Tommy could feel his penis begin to distend, it felt plump and turgid between her fingers. Her voice was unemotional as she spoke to him.

"You have some time to wait. Remember to breathe deeply... it helps."

She turned and said something in Malay to her companion. He was aware that the two warders had left the room. He could hear their footsteps grow fainter as they walked down the corridor.

Tommy could not help shivering and shaking with fear. Being unable to move his body was the most horrific feeling he had ever experienced. The position in which he had been fastened made him feel so vulnerable and exposed that he could hardly countenance it.

For a young man as naive as Tommy, the feeling that his penis and testicles were so openly displayed between his widely spread thighs, freely available for anyone to see or touch below the crux of the cross, was an anathema.

He tried to distance his mind from his impending chastisement. Try as he might he could not dispel the aura of terror that engulfed him.

He tried looking around him. By lifting and turning his head, Tommy could see most of the clinically sterile room. In front of him, was a row of comfortable-looking chairs. The chairs formed a semi-circle around the frame. Each chair was finished in brown leather and had broad armrests and an integrated headrest. The tiled wall behind them - and floor of the room, looked impeccably clean. He could detect a faint whiff of antiseptic in the air.

To his right he could see a medical trolley. The top of the trolley was covered by a white cloth and gave Tommy no clue as to what it contained. As he looked further around the room, he saw that there was a carrier of two large oxygen cylinders, which had been placed in the corner of the room. Above the cylinders, Tommy could see several clear Perspex face-masks.

If Tommy had been truthful with himself, he might have realised that what he was hoping to catch sight of, was his implement of chastisement. However his trepidation took care of his any curiosity he might have had, as he continued to look around as he waited, bound and helpless.

****************

The small anteroom, next to Governor Sumalie's office was fully occupied with various staff and visitors. In attendance were Doctor Vicki Turner and her two nurses. Of, the several warders that were present, were Azura Nural and Mika Tan.

Shareema Varna was talking to the young governor. Shareema was wearing another sari. She had thought it suitable for this very a private occasion, though she knew that the delicate white cotton might be far too revealing for anything else. The cloth was draped around one shoulder before being entwined around her full breasts. She was aware that as she moved there was always the possibility of an enticing glimpse of her bare breasts. Her torso was completely bare from underneath her breasts to low down upon her hips. Atikah could not take her eyes off the beauty of the woman. She was not sure whether she had glimpsed the image of a thong through the loosely woven translucent material.

Atikah had found Shareema Varna's daughters equally intriguing . The young girls had inherited the beauty of their mother. Both girls were dressed in their college uniforms, which were short pleated skirts of Scots Plaid, white shirts and college ties. Governor Sumalie assumed that their mother had deliberately chosen how they would be dressed for the occasion. The combination of their short skirts and their long olive-skinned legs would have any boy drooling over them in minutes.

Atikah presumed that Shareema wanted to add to the boy's embarrassment, by being stripped naked in front of such pretty females of his own age. To add to the allure of the young girls, their pretty faces had been lightly made up, accenting their eyes and their lips beautifully. The youngest of her two daughters was wearing glasses, which gave her quite a studious and serious appearance, an intriguing addition to her sexiness.

Atikah thought that Shareema Varna seemed to be far more at ease than yesterday. The woman had actually bothered to thank Atikah for her co-operation.

Both Atikah and Shareema approached the young solicitor who was standing nervously in the corner of the room. They had tried several times to get her to join in the general conversation but she seemed nervous and preoccupied.

Francis Hope had had no idea that she was being summoned to attend the boy's punishment when she had driven to the prison. The news had shocked her at first and then she had found that she had become somewhat excited at the prospect of witnessing his punishment. She had suddenly become thoroughly disgusted with herself and her prurient interest.

Now as she stood in the small courtesy room, all she could think of was the vivid dreams that she had had during the night- and the thought of the young boy's terrible ordeal to come.

Atikah knew that she had interrupted the young woman's thoughts as she laid her hand gently on Miss Hope's arm and beckoned her.

"Come along everyone, it is time to go."

*

Tommy heard the sound of footsteps along the corridor long before he saw the first of the group enter his field of vision. He blushed profusely as a young and extremely pretty female warder ushered two young girls to the chairs facing him. He watched in disbelief as, what seemed to be, two young schoolgirls seated themselves and looked up into his face. They seemed completely unfazed by the sight of his naked body.

It was to his absolute horror and chagrin that he watched them as, in unison, they looked down towards his groin. His was bright red with humiliation as one of the girls hid her mouth with her hand and whispered to the other.

Even though his ears were ringing with absolute trepidation, Tommy was quite sure that he had heard the word 'bare'.

Shareema did not enter the room with her daughters but waited until everyone else had entered, before she walked into the tiled facility. She saw that her daughters were already seated and moved toward the young solicitor who was trying to keep her eyes from the sight of the naked boy, strapped, widely spread and naked to the punishment frame.

Shareema intended to enjoy the occasion in no uncertain terms. The boy's arrest had arrived from the lap of the gods. Did the gods know her predilections, she wondered as she took Francis Hope by the arm.

"I am so glad you could attend and give the boy some comfort, Miss Hope".

The lie slid off Shareema's tongue like honey from a spoon as she kept the girl from escaping her clutches.

"It is a distressing ordeal I know... but very necessary if we are to keep young men on the straight and narrow. Now why don't you go and stand in front of the frame and have a few words with your client before they start his punishment."

Francis was almost near to fainting. How could she face him? It had been her advice that had put him in this position... was there nothing that she could have done. She moved around the frame, her eyes flicking reluctantly to his naked buttocks as she moved forward.

She really felt as if she was going to faint when she saw the two college girls already seated in front of the young boy. She glanced at his face and surmised that he had not seen her yet. With a huge effort, she moved towards the front of the crossed frame and looked at his face.

Tommy looked at her... and then suddenly... recognition dawned upon his overwrought senses.

Francis faltered, but began to speak. Her words were sincere and heartfelt. Her pretty face was a face of woe as she looked at Tommy through her thin wire-framed glasses.

She did not use platitudes, but spoke from the heart. "Poor Tommy, I am so sorry... erm they sent for me... erm, I thought that you had changed your mind and needed to see me again. I had no idea that I would be required to...." Her sentence broke off as a tear ran down Tommy's cheek.

Tommy was quite lucid as he spoke to the young solicitor. He had thought of her as a friend... and her presence here had not altered his opinion. His concern above all, was that he was naked in front of her. It seems incongruous, that a boy, whom is about to be terribly punished, should have such a sense of embarrassment.

"I am sorry that you have to be here... erm to attend. I am sorry miss." A tear rolled down Tommy's cheek. He could not help himself from crying, as the demure young lady looked at him so soulfully.

Francis felt a touch upon her arm. She looked to her side, to see that the Prison Governor was now standing next to her.

Atikah's voice was soft and low as she whispered to Francis. You may touch him Miss Hope. It is allowed as long as you don't mean to harm him. Her voice became a barely audible whisper in her ear as Atikah continued in the same whisper of conspiracy. It doesn't matter where you touch him, if you think it will lessen his pain.

Atikah had not meant to say this - and yet she felt it was appropriate for the young solicitor.

Miss hope looked at the young boy. Why had she got so emotionally involved in a criminal charge, she knew the dangers - and yet she had never ever, been compromised in her relationship with a client.

Almost shyly, she touched her fingers to the boy's cheek. She was surprised at the response. The boy immediately tilted his head towards her hand, like a pussycat asking to be stroked.

The intimacy between Tommy and Francis was suddenly broken. Francis looked across the room as the she realised that the proceedings were ready to start. She stroked her fingers over his cheek and moved away from him. She felt terribly responsible as she moved to the side of the room, walking around the slender frame that held the boy's body so firmly.

Try as she might, she could not help herself from looking at his naked form. His legs were spread wide, his thighs, seemingly embracing the rubber-covered frame as if he was clinging to it. His penis and testicles hung down between his legs. She saw how plump and full his testicles and penis looked. His penis seemed so swollen, that she wondered if it was possible that he might become erect, even under the pain of the strap.

Shareema stood behind the young boy. His buttocks looked soft, almost feminine as she examined them carefully. Shareema had no idea of what the intensity of a whipping or a prison strapping would be. She didn't care. She knew that it made her feel so sexually fulfilled that she would sacrifice everything and everyone for it. She reached out and stroked her hand gently over the cheeks of his bottom. The flesh felt soft and tender. She could see that his buttocks were so well splayed apart that it would impossible for him to clench them.

She moved back as one of the nurses casually placed one hand on the upper part of his buttocks. In her other hand she held a gauze pad, which was dripping with a strong, smelling antiseptic. Nonchalantly the nurse rubbed the gauze over both of his buttocks and then in-between the cheeks of his bottom. After she was satisfied, she moved to the trolley and impregnated the pad once more. She leaned her hand against the small of his back as she stroked the pad over each of his thighs. She covered the inner flesh just as thoroughly as she covered the flanks. She stood back and examined his naked body, before seeming satisfied.

Mika Tan took the strap in her hands as she moved around the frame towards the young boy. She made sure that he could see the strap as she moved her slender body up close to him and spoke to him.

"I am going to administer the strap to your bottom and to your legs. Please make sure that you breathe deeply, Tommy."

She looked into his eyes, seeing the fear and trepidation within them.

"Be a brave boy, Tommy."

The room seemed to still into a strange quietness as the witnesses and the staff began to realise that the boy's preparation was done.

Tommy felt it too, he seemed to stiffen with apprehension. He could feel, what could only be a stethoscope touch his back and begin to move over his skin. He looked at the two young college girls who were seated in front of him as the cold metal moved over his back.

He turned his head to the right as the doctor appeared and moved to stand in front of him. She did not acknowledge his pleading look as she placed the stethoscope against his chest. After a couple of moments she took the instrument out of her ears and hung it around her pretty neck.

Tommy gasped as her hand suddenly encased his bulging scrotum. The doctor's hand felt cool against his sensitive skin. It seemed to be an almost intimate gesture as he blushed in embarrassment.

"Cough please." Was the only instruction she gave him as she gently cupped his entire scrotum in the palm of her hand.

Tommy blushed furiously. He tried a weak cough, which did not seem to satisfy the young doctor. He felt utterly embarrassed in the silence of the room. He knew that everyone would realise what was being done to him.

"Again please, I need a much stronger effort." Her hand seemed to caress his scrotum, her fingers lifting the testes from side to side as she instructed him.

"One more time please."

Tommy coughed loudly.

"Good boy." Her words seemed to add to his embarrassment.

The doctor gave a gentle squeeze to his testes, almost as if it was a gesture of comfort. He looked forward as she disappeared from his sight, only to see the young girls smiling to themselves as they looked at his bared penis and testicles.

They both looked at him smugly, inching forward in their seats, they let their skirts ride up, displaying the smooth olive skin of their thighs.

The room was completely silent as Tommy waited. Suddenly he heard a sudden rush of air... and then the pain followed. It felt as if he had been summarily branded by a white-hot iron. The noise of the strap, slapping violently against his skin, seemed to echo around the room.

Tommy raised his head and cried out in sheer anguish. His voice rising in unison with the pain as the leather scourged his tender flesh.

"ooooOOOHHH... argh. Oh ooohhh."

His cries were almost drowned out by the second stroke. Mika Tan was an expert in gauging the most effective application of the strap. Her skill in administering prison punishment was well recognised throughout the staff. Her young body rotated as she applied the perfectly timed stroke. She had a certain pride in her ability to administer the strap... and yet her real pleasure was of a far more intimate nature.

Mika was aware that much of the attention was upon her during a punishment session, but she had found that her flushed face was often put down to physical exertion rather than sexual pleasure. It was probably only the prison governor and the young American doctor that had realised her intense sexual predilection for inflicting pain.

"Ooohhhh... noooOO... please."

Tommy could not believe the intensity of the pain. It was beyond anything he had ever known or even imagined. He felt his flesh shivering in sheer torment. His body was completely immobile apart from his head - and yet he could feel his body shaking violently. His buttocks seemed to be on fire.

Vicki turned her head to look at Akitah as they stood side by side against the back of the room. The atmosphere was electric as the slender and petite Mika Tan, wielded the strap so expertly and so forcibly. The first stroke had landed on the very centre of the boy's bottom. The second stroke seemed to flatten his buttocks as it slapped against the under-flesh of his buttocks, just a few millimetres below the first reddening welt. Vicki could feel the excitement of the witnesses within the room as the beating continued.

She knew that many of the girls would already be feeling some of the sexual arousal that the strapping of a naked young man would instigate. She also knew that both she and Atikah would not be immune from the sexual tension of such a beating. The boy's head was thrown back and his mouth was wide open; he screamed in agony, his voice almost a constant wail, as Mika Tan wielded the strap expertly against his naked skin.

The petite young warder obviously had surprising strength as she raised the strap above her head and turned her whole body, accurately applying the leather of torment against the soft unprotected flesh of his pale bottom and thighs.

Tommy could hardly credit the absolute torturous intensity of his punishment. It was an incredible, a pain beyond any comprehension. He id not recognise his own voice as he screamed in sheer abandonment. The pain of the strap engulfed his senses, denuding him of any coherent thought.

Shareema was in her own private domain of pleasure as she watched the young boy being strapped so effectively, especially by such a pretty young girl. She constantly moved around room; sometimes watching his face as his head was thrown back in utter and complete agony. Other times concentrating upon his naked flesh as the strap curled around his pale skin and imprinted its torturous message upon his body.

By the time the sixth stroke had been applied, the boy's flesh was torturous mass of welts from the top of his buttocks to the backs of his knees, each one a testament to an individual moment of extreme agony. It was the sound of the sixth stroke and the scream that followed it, that prompted Shareema to experience the first rapid shard of pleasure that pierced the flesh between her legs. It did not surprise her; she had expected and encouraged it. What did surprise her was the intensity of the feeling. It was deeper, more urgent than she had ever known before and... quite overwhelming. She squeezed her thighs together as she looked at the young boy strapped to his frame of anguish and torment. It seemed that the greater his distress became, the more pleasure she derived from it. Shareema was well aware of her body's reaction to sexual stimulus. She was a sensuous and beautiful young woman that had no compunction in catering to her particular sexual needs. Suddenly she felt another pang of pleasure as she saw that Mika Tan had stopped the steady cadence of strokes that she had been applying... and had moved to opposite side of the young boy.

Shareema watched in fascination as the young warder took the strap in her left hand... and lifting it high, applied the same method of application, but in reverse; the tip of the strap, now curling around his left buttock instead of his right. This new turn of events - and the young warder's completely ambidextrous skill, intrigued and excited Shareema. The force of the strap seemed to be just as strong and vigorous as those applied with the young warder's right arm.

To Shareema's utter delight, the expertise of the disciplinarian and the agony of the young boy had thrilled her beyond expectation. She knew, as she listened to the young boy's screams that she would probably orgasm before the end of the beating. She did not care. To be suddenly taken by surprise, especially by the intensity of her feelings, was something new. Something, she thought excitedly, to be experienced and savoured!

She became bolder as she moved around the room. She could see that everyone was already totally occupied with the sight of the young boy's suffering. She moved to the front of the frame, next to where her young daughters were seated. They had moved forward in their chairs, utterly fascinated by the severity of the young man's punishment.

As they had shuffled even further forward in their seats, Shareema saw that they had not bothered to pull down their skirts. Their bare legs were completely uncovered to their white panties. Shareema could see that they had been quite deliberate in exposing themselves. They looked excited and aroused as they observed the boy's distress.

How embarrassing for him, she thought. To be watched by such attractive and sexy young girls as his bottom and legs are punished with a leather strap. She moved nearer to the boy, watching his expression of torment as the strap fell incessantly upon his tender skin.

She stood slightly to the side of the cross as she faced him, aware that she did not wish to block her young daughters' view of the naked boy, or interrupt the boy's view of her young daughters. She placed her hand over his chest, letting her fingertips caress his nipples. She moved her hand from left to right, applying the lightest and most sensual of touches to his gradually erecting nipples. She knew, that even through the boy's distress, he was aware of what she was doing. She spoke softly to him, thrilling at his screams each time the strap cruelly tormented his legs and buttocks. She thrilled with delight at his torment as she moved her hand gently and sensuously over his bare flesh.

Her voice was a murmur; the words she had chosen were deliberately condescending. She spoke to him as if she was talking to a young child.

"Poor bare Tommy, fancy having to have his little bottom spanked in front of the girls. My, my... you must be so ashamed of yourself."

Even through the boy's nightmare of pain and anguish, Shareema could see that her words had thoroughly embarrassed him. He raised his head again and screamed and shivered as the twelfth stroke of the strap bit into the flesh of his bottom.

She moved forward a few inches. Her head was next to his as his screams rang in her ears. There was no outward visible sign of excitement as Shareema let the wave of pleasure wash through her body. She touched her cheek to his as her orgasm took a complete hold of her. Her voice was as cool and calm as if she were in the courtroom, in utter contrast to the rush of physical excitement she felt inside her.

"Poor baby, it must be so painful for a young boy to have his bottom strapped so thoroughly."

She put her hand to his other cheek, pressing his head against hers as she looked over his shoulder. She watched in fascination, as again, Mika Tan raised the strap high in the air. The strap flew towards the very centre of his buttocks as Shareema held the boy's soft and blushing cheek to her own.

Her orgasm peaked at the very moment that the strap bit into his young flesh. Her climax was celebrated by the thirteenth bite of the strap into his tender youthful body.

She held his head tightly as he screamed in utter and tormented anguish. The sound was deafening – and yet it was the perfect accompaniment to her exquisite and unrestrained zenith of pure and undiluted sexual pleasure.

Shareema reached underneath the slender crux of the whipping cross and grasped the boy's plump testes. She squeezed them softly as she whispered to him through her private cocoon of sexual fulfilment.

"Poor Tommy, poor bare Tommy, you are quite helpless aren't you."

Shareema kissed him gently upon the cheek and moved away. She suddenly realised that his strapping had paused. She looked across at Mika Tan as the young warder spoke to the Prison Governor.

Shareema moved back from the boy and around the whipping frame. She could hear every word as the young girl held the whip nonchalantly as she spoke.

"I am going to administer the strap to the inside of his thighs. I would like someone to hold his testicles and penis up at the front... away from the strap."

Mika Tan had moved back to the other side of the boy and was casually holding the strap hanging downwards as she stood relaxing, while waiting for a reply. Her face was flushed and Atikah knew that this was purely because she was deriving immense sexual pleasure from strapping the boy.

Akitah spoke, her face turned towards Shareema as she addressed her. "The inner flesh of the thigh is to be punished. It is necessary for his genitals to be held while this is accomplished! Would you do that... or shall I ask one of my officers?"

Shareema looked at the boy. His buttocks and thighs were already totally covered in welts. There was only the flesh of the inner thigh that had, as yet, escaped punishment.

Shareema's mind was way ahead of the game. She spoke casually but clearly, as she looked Governor Sumalie in the eye.

"I think it should be the boy's representative that ensures his protection. I do not want me, or any of the prison staff, being accused of causing the boy permanent harm. It would be quite easy for accusations to be brought at a later date. Therefore, I think it would be wiser for us to have his representative, Miss Hope, accomplish this task."

Everyone looked at Francis Hope, who had been standing, totally transfixed by the boy's punishment from the moment the strap had been raised for the first stroke. Her face suddenly flushed. A pink hue appeared high on her cheekbones as she looked at the assembled staff.

Mika Tan, spoke clearly. "If you delay much longer the boy will suffer far more. The flesh will have had time to regain all of its sensitivity."

Francis walked like an automaton towards the young boy. She could see tears pouring down his cheeks as he gasped and groaned in agony. She was blushing furiously, but Francis did not want the boy to suffer any more than he had to.

She took her courage and pressed her body against the frame, her small firm breasts touching his bare chest as she reached beneath him with both hands. She cupped his testicles with her right hand and drew them up gently as her left hand grasped his penis firmly. Even through his pain, she could hear the boy gasp as she leaned her head forward until her cheek was pressing against his.

Tommy felt as if he had been plunged into a deep dark well of pain. It was if an apparition had appeared before him as he saw the pretty and demure face of Miss Hope. She seemed to be coming nearer and nearer to him. He felt her body press against his and her pretty features express a look a pity at his plight.

Abruptly, he felt her delicate fingers encircle his scrotum and penis. It seemed as if she was cradling him within her cool hands. He felt his tears begin to flow as he saw her look of concern. Suddenly she seemed to grip his testes firmly and pull them upwards, away from the juncture of his thighs. The gesture made him blush as he realised how intimately she was touching him.

Francis could feel his cheek burning against hers as she looked down over his shoulder. She could see the tortured, trembling flesh of his punished buttocks. His thighs seemed so widely spread and vulnerable. She shivered as she saw that Mika Tan had once more raised the strap in her right hand.

To Francis, the turn of events had seemed surreal. Her mind had contained a myriad of thoughts since she had first entered the room. She could not believe how casual and nonchalant the staff had been as they had witnessed and administered the boy's punishment.

She could hear the chairs, behind her, being pushed back and immediately saw that the two young teenaged girls had moved to stand behind the boy. Of course, she thought, I must be blocking their view. Their short pleated skirts and long legs, made them look like coy temptresses as they moved to stand on the opposite side to Officer Mika Tan.

Francis could feel a shiver run through her body as the strap lashed down against the juncture of the boy's thighs. The tip seemed to lick in-between his widely spread legs, leaving its legacy of pain in its wake. Instinctively, she grasped his testicles, lifting them up as high as she dare. Her left hand squeezed the plump shaft of his penis as she pulled it up between both of their bodies.

She felt his head move vigorously against her cheek as he screamed. The volume of his scream seemed to awaken every sense in her body. She whispered to him as he wrestled with his incredible agony.

"Poor Tommy, poor, poor baby." Her words of comfort seemed to release something within him. She could feel his chest shiver against her breasts. She pressed her body firmly against him. Her nipples seemed to have erected. She realised that she could feel them score against his skin, hardly hindered by the flimsy cotton of her blouse.

The boy screamed again as the strap bit into the tender flesh of his inner thigh. The bite of the strap caused him to throw his head back in agony. Instinctively Francis squeezed both his penis and testes firmly in response to the shock and excitement of the boy's strapping. His young body was quivering against hers like a taut bowstring.

Her hands gently fondled his penis and his testes. She could feel the swollen orbs move within their sac as she held them as high as she could. She was not sure if his penis had become more tumescent, but she seemed to be able to grip it more effectively as she pulled the shaft firmly upwards between their bodies.

"Poor Tommy, oh my poor baby. Be a brave boy. Oh dear, Tommy. It will all be over soon." Francis comforted the boy as she fondled his penis and testicles. She looked over his shoulder as he sobbed and shuddered in utter distress.

Mika Tan had moved to the other side of the boy and was now holding the forty-inch strap within her left hand. She raised it - and with a graceful turn of her body, wielded it at full force between the inner thigh of the boy's right leg.

"Schlapp."

The sound seemed to reverberate around the tiled room. The echo mingled with the sudden heart-rending scream that was emitted from the open mouth of the young boy. She fondled and squeezed his testicles diligently trying to sooth his hurt. Her touch was firm but gentle as she tried to assuage the boy's utter distress. His body was shivering violently as she moved her hand over his penis. She was sure now that his penis had become much firmer. She could feel the foreskin become more malleable, able to move separately over the thickening shaft.

His body seemed to quiver in a fine vibration. The tremor seemed quite separate from the shivering and shaking of his limbs and torso. It was almost as if it was at a higher frequency.

Her voice was soft and soothing as she whispered to him. Her soft lips were touching his ear as he sobbed and groaned.

"Poor baby, poor, Tommy! Be a brave boy, there, there."

Francis had noticed that each stroke seemed to be delivered with a thirty seconds interval. She watched as the strap was raised again and seemed to curl around the inside of his thigh, this time slightly lower than the first. The seventeenth stroke, the fourth that had been applied to the inside of his thighs, seemed to jolt the boy into a spasm of sheer distress.

His head went back and he screamed. It was a long, agonising and plaintive cry of distress.

His voice rang in her ears. She gripped his penis firmly as she cradled his testes. Both hands moved diligently over his sensitive skin. The shaft of the penis had become completely rigid within her fingers. The foreskin seemed mobile and moved smoothly against the hardened flesh beneath. She slid the skin back and bared the glans; instinctively letting her fingertips score over the flared rim.

She heard him gasp as his penis began to throb. Francis could not believe the betrayal of her own body as she felt a frisson of sexual pleasure pervade her slender frame.

His screams seemed to amplify her own excitement as she whispered to him. It seemed as if she was a gladiatorial queen, comforting her champion as he endured agonising punishment solely at her behest.

"Be a brave boy, Tommy. Try and be a brave little boy."

She moved her fingers diligently and familiarly over his penis and testicles. She could feel the shaft of his penis begin to throb. She gave no thought to his embarrassment as she stimulated him.

She looked over his shoulder, watching Mika Tan as she moved back to her original position and took the strap in her right hand. Mika raised her left hand and extended three fingers to the young prison governor.

Francis watched, as Governor Sumalie nodded to the petite young Malayan warder.

Francis could not credit the feeling of excitement that ran through her slender body as she saw the strap being propelled towards the very centre of his buttocks. She squeezed his penis hard as, at the same moment, she began to firmly grip and goad the soft plump orbs of his testes as they nestled snugly within his scrotal sac. Her words became more overt, more condescending, as she deliberately began to arouse the boy. It was perhaps more instinct than planning, but she was quite sure that her words had been part of his sexual arousal.

"There, there Tommy. You are all bare and fastened up, so that the pretty lady can spank your poor little bottom cheeks. I will kiss it all better for you, when this is over."

The loud slap of the strap and his sudden cry was intermingled with her words as the boy instinctively threw back his head and cried out in abject pity.

Francis did not hesitate; she formed the fingers of her left hand into a ring and pushed the foreskin of his penis back... drawing it down the shaft until it was tight. Even through his distress she could feel him reluctantly respond to her deliberate plundering of his senses. She pressed her lips to his ear as she whispered to him.

"Poor bare Tommy. Did it hurt sweetheart, let mummy make it all better for you. There, there... poor baby. It's all right to cry, little boys always cry when their soft little bottoms are spanked and smacked. Never mind sweetheart it will all be over soon. Mummy will kiss it better for you."

Francis could feel that her hand had become lubricated from his penis. She stretched his foreskin back as tightly as she could, before she ran her fingers upwards over the sensitive glans of his penis. She began to squeeze his testicles in a rapid cadence of, release and squeeze, release and squeeze.

She looked into his face, aware that the strap and been raised once more. "Be a brave boy Tommy while the pretty lady spanks your bare bottom for you. Little boys have to have their bottoms spanked."

Again the strap fell. Francis watched his face as her hand worked diligently upon his young flesh. She could feel a tingling within her loins that was becoming more and more insistent. It was an unrelenting and inexorable sensation that would not be denied. She squeezed her legs together as if to prohibit rather than to assuage its relentless and resolute pressure.

The boy's head was thrown backwards, the muscles of his neck and face were straining as if a muscular spasm had engulfed him. His struggle to assimilate the pain had contorted his features. Then, just as suddenly, his wail of anguish became one of pleading and pity.

"There Tommy, little boys have to take their punishment. Let mummy take care of you..." She squeezed his testicles firmly as she continued.

"There poor little Tommy, having to have his little bottom spanked so thoroughly." Her hands moved sensuously over his most private places. Francis seemed to know instinctively how to extract the maximum amount of sensation from his young body. Her voice was soft and low as she realised that she had his attention. Her expert ministrations, diverting his attention from his pain towards her delicate touch.

"Never mind, sweetheart it will all be over soon. Be a brave boy for Mummy. Does it hurt baby Tommy?"

Her fingers became more insistent, more invasive to his young and naïve sexual feelings. "Poor baby, is your little bottom smarting, sweetheart?"

She could feel it throb urgently, as she brushed her cheek gently against his.

"Shall I give you a little kiss, sweetheart?" She brushed her soft lips against his cheek, tasting the salty tears as she comforted him.

She was aware that her own sexual arousal had grown beyond her powers of containment. She knew that she was so near to orgasm, that it just was a matter of seconds before she would climax.

She had not deliberately set out to arouse the boy when she had first taken hold of his genitalia. But now she was determined to bring the boy to a sexual climax. She had given no thought to any provision for his ejaculation, but she was determined that she would make him ejaculate.

She moved her breasts lightly against his chest. Her nipples, hardened by desire, touched against those of the young boy.

Her words were now being used to deliberately arouse him.

"Poor Tommy, be a brave little boy." She looked over his shoulder, suddenly aware that Mika Tan was looking at her enquiringly. At first she wondered what the look meant – and then as she suddenly realised, she spoke clearly and authoritatively.

"On the bottom. Please wait until I tell you." Mika Tan gave Francis a knowing look and smiled at her. Francis suddenly realised that everyone was looking at her as she speeded up the motion of her hands.

"Let Mummy take care of you, there we are. My what a big boy you are. There we are sweetheart... just relax, pumpkin.

Francis felt his penis throb in her hand. It was one vigorous, singular pulse of desire. She smoothed her hand over his penis as she continued to squeeze and release his testicles as vigorously as she dared.

It was expected, but it still surprised her as his penis began to throb forcefully. The pulses had grown in strength and intensity as she expertly manipulated his rigidly engorged penis and plump testicles. She allowed him no respite; instead she firmly and inexorably stimulated his young body.

Francis felt it immediately. His whole body tensed to a paroxysm of stiffened flesh. Her fingers felt his bulging scrotum draw upwards. The rigid shaft of his penis pulsed vibrantly, shuddering and quaking as his semen erupted. She could see his mouth open and hear him gasp with violent emotion as she looked to Mika Tan.

The single word that she uttered heralded her own intense orgasm.

"Now."

She stood with her body quivering in delight as she saw the strap hurtle towards the very centre of his buttocks. His penis was pulsing fiercely in her hand as she stimulated the captive flesh to an intense crescendo. The sound of the strap upon his flesh - and his wail of unbridled emotion – had spurred the utter passion of her own delicious orgasm. Her slender body quivered sensuously, as she continued to expertly and comprehensively stimulate the entire shaft of the young boy's penis, allowing him no respite from the meticulous motivation of her delicate hands.

She moved her body back slightly, to see that his semen was spurting upwards. The violent eruption pumped vigorously from the tip of his penis. She increased the speed of her hands, watching in fascination as thick globules of semen were propelled in a fountain of emotion between their bodies.

She could feel some of the viscous liquid splatter against her cheek as she continued to milk his throbbing organ.

She was suddenly aware of movement behind him. Looking over his shoulder, she became conscious that Shareema Varna was standing close to the back of him.

Shareema held her hand upwards, so that Francis could see the glistening lubricant, which had been smeared on her first two fingers.

Francis could not help the shiver of excitement that enveloped her. She pressed her body against the young boy, her fingers still encouraging his violent ejaculation as she looked over his shoulder.

Suddenly the boy reared his head and cried out in anguish. Shareema had thrust her hand between the punished cheeks of his bottom. Francis could feel his penis throb violently as the woman's fingers entered him.

He cried out again and again as the woman stimulated him, her fingers working expertly, deep inside his bottom. Francis looked down to see that the boy was helplessly spurting huge globules of semen upwards towards her.

She ignored the splattering of her face as she diligently milked him until he could ejaculate no more. His penis continued to pulse although there was no longer any issue from the opening of his urethra.

Francis squeezed his testicles firmly as she pressed her body to his and whispered softly to him.

"There we are sweetheart. Now just you relax while we take care of you. My, that was a sound spanking the pretty lady gave you, wasn't it sweetie! Fancy having to have your pretty little bottom spanked so soundly and your legs too! Never mind, I am sure the nurses will be very gentle with you, when they see to your little bottom."

Francis relaxed her grip. She let her fingers caress him gently, rather than stimulate him. Shareema had carefully withdrawn her fingers from his sphincter, and had moved around the frame to stand behind Francis. Shareema leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"You have done very well, Miss Hope. You can leave him now. Governor Sumalie will take care of you."

Francis felt the governor slip her hand around her waist and lead her out of the room as the two young nurses approached the punishment frame, wheeling the medical trolley between them.

Francis was almost in a daze as the governor led her forward to her private quarters.

Tommy felt drained and exhausted. His threshold of pain and pleasure had been breached. His sensitivities had been comprehensively plundered. His head hung down, as he felt the first touch of the nurse's hand upon the cheeks of his bottom.

TBC

Bare Tommy Ch. 02 byjane marwood©

Tommy looked up, suddenly aware of a presence in front of him. He was still strapped to the slender punishment frame, although the young nurses had finished liberally applying unguents and liquids to his bottom and legs.

Somehow, his tight confinement to the frame had seemed to give him comfort, some stability perhaps. He had seemed to be able to relax as the gentle hands of the nurses had thoroughly covered every inch of his tortured flesh. They had been careful in their handling of him... and although still in terrible pain, he was able to contain the hurt and compartmentalise it within his anguished realisation, that for the time being, it was over.

Now as he looked forward and focussed, he saw that the Prison Governor and Miss Hope were standing in front of him. He could also see, that standing to the side of them, was Mrs Varna.

Governor Sumalie looked kindly at him as she spoke. Her voice was soft and gentle.

"Tommy, are you fully aware of your surroundings and who we are?"

Tommy was surprised that his voice was steady as he answered her. "Yes, erm, Ma'am."

Atikah knew that the boy had probably heard her warders address her as such and realised that the boy was indeed fully lucid.

"Well Tommy, you are due to be released from the frame in another few minutes. But I want to ask you a question. It is important for you to fully understand it. Miss Hope will make sure that you are not pressured into giving an answer immediately, if you feel that you would like some time to consider it. Do you understand me?"

Tommy looked at her kindly expression and then towards Miss Hope and Mrs Varna. He could see that they were both looking at him intently.

"Yes erm... Ma'am. I understand." He could feel a sudden surge of self-pity well up inside him as he looked at the concerned expressions on their faces. He quickly quelled his emotions as the Governor spoke again.

"Mrs Varna has a custodial order for you to be held for one week. But she has offered you a choice of where you will be held.

If you are to be held here at the prison, I am afraid that you will be confined to a cell for, more or less, the whole period of your confinement.

However, Mrs Varna has offered that you may be confined at her house, where she will take care of your wounds and feed and house you for the custodial period. Miss Hope, your solicitor, has heard the terms and will advise you quickly before you need to answer."

Tommy looked towards Miss Hope, his face blushing in embarrassment at the thought of what she had done to him while he was being lashed with the strap.

Miss Hope was now dressed in a white cotton tunic. Her hair was pulled back into a neat chignon and her face looked freshly made up. He could see that her legs were bare below the short hem of the tunic as she moved to stand nearer to him. She briefly placed her hand upon his cheek as she addressed him.

"Tommy, listen to me. Mrs Varna has assured me that if you accept her offer of custody within her household. This will take the form of a house arrest. She will have your wounds taken care of and she will assure your wellbeing. You will also be able to move around her house and grounds when you are sufficiently recovered. On Tuesday, one week today, you will be returned here for the administration of the second half of your punishment.

I am advising you to accept her offer. She has arranged with my office that I can visit you each day... and if you have any problems, that you will be able to voice them to me in private. Once you have made your decision, you will under the authority of Mrs Varna until you are returned here.

She has assured me that she does not wish you any harm... erm..." Francis blushed as she voiced the dichotomy... "other than the completion of your punishment.

Your car had been garaged here at the prison, along with your personal belongings, which will be returned to you after you have completed your punishment."

She touched his cheek again as she saw that his face had become bright red each time that she had mentioned his further punishment.

"The only proviso is that you will be obedient and accept your treatment. You would have to accept the very same thing of course, should you wish to remain in your cell here at the prison.

You can have the ten minutes before you are released to make up your mind."

Tommy was suddenly far more aware of his nakedness as they moved away from him and out of the tiled punishment room.

It seemed such an odd state of affairs to him, as he thought of what had been said. Mrs Varna was to have him wickedly and painfully strapped and yet she was to look after him and care for him while he awaited his corporal punishment.

He could not imagine what it would be like to be cared for by Mrs Varna, although he knew that he did not relish the thought of being held in his cell for a whole week. He decided that any prospect of avoiding that would be preferable.

*

It was three hours later that he was aware of the crunching sound of soft gravel under the tyres of the prison van as it entered the large private grounds of Mrs Varna's home.

He was laid, full length and face down, upon a hospital gurney. The wheels of the gurney had been folded underneath as it had been slid it into the back of the van. He was naked, save for a sheet, which had been placed over his calves. His thighs and bottom had been left with no covering.

A metal grill separated the driver and her companion from the rear of the van. The guards had not spoken to him during the half-hour journey to the home of Mrs Varna.

As the van stopped, he was aware of the rear doors being opened and the sound of the sprung legs of gurney extending. Tommy had been laid, with his head placed to the side, upon a firm pillow. He had not been restrained and his arms were laid to each side of his naked body.

He was aware of several female voices as the gurney was wheeled into a cool interior. He could see the ornate opulence of a tastefully furnished room, its windows covered with jalousies as the gurney was trundled on through several doorways into what Tommy thought was a cool shaded bedroom.

One of the prison guards came into his view as the gurney was pushed against the side of a narrow bed. He looked at her and suddenly blushed as he realised that it was the girl that had administered his beating.

Mika Tan, smiled at him as she realised that the boy was embarrassed by her presence. Her voice was cool, but slightly amused as she spoke to him. "Just try and kneel up and shuffle over onto the bed."

Tommy knelt and turned his head to his left. The bed was at the same height as the gurney. The bed was standing freely in the centre of the room. It was a deep oblong of firm mattress. It was probably seven feet long, but barely three feet wide. A single white sheet covered the bed with a slim pillow at the far end. There was no headboard or visible frame supporting the mattress other than a monolithic block, which held the bed at its height of three feet. The block was well recessed beneath the mattress.

He could see that the room was finished in an extremely modern style. The walls were made up of smooth, white built-in wardrobes; the recessed opening mechanisms gave no hint as to what lay behind.

There was a wide opening to his right, which led to a white tiled bathroom corridor. Tommy could not see beyond the entrance to the bathroom as the corridor turned sharply to the right.

He blushed as he suddenly realised that his penis and testicles were on view to the guards while he knelt and shuffled off the gurney onto the cool sheet of the bed.

"Please lay back down and stay where you are until someone comes to attend to you. Do you need to go to the toilet?"

"Erm... no, erm Miss."

Tommy muttered in his embarrassment as he lay down upon sheet. The smooth cotton, at once, reminded him of his nakedness as he tried to make sure that his penis lay under his tummy rather than be exposed between his legs. He tried to be as subtle as possible, hoping that the guards would not see him, as scooped his penis upwards with the palm of his hand, laying flat in the same instance. He winced as he placed his legs as close together as he dare without rubbing the tender flesh between his thighs.

He was aware of the knowing look of the young girl. She bent her head close to him and smiled. "Are you comfortable now?"

Tommy blushed and closed his eyes in confusion as Mika Tan placed her hand gently upon his shoulder.

"Place your arms at you sides. You wouldn't want Mrs Varna catching you playing with yourself, especially after all that you have been through, now would you?"

Tommy blushed profusely in utter embarrassment as the girl gently slid her hand down his back and touched the tender flesh of his bottom. Her fingers were gentle, causing him embarrassment rather than hurt, as she felt the ridges upon his flesh.

He shivered as he felt both of her hands slip between the walls of undamaged flesh between the cheeks of his bottom. He felt her stretch the flesh apart as she spoke nonchalantly to him.

"You are quite clear of marks between your cheeks."

Her delicate fingers delved deeper as he shuddered in an acute manifestation of embarrassment.

"Yes you are quite clear. Let's hope that Mrs Varna is able to get your little bottom ready for your next session. I shall be administering your punishment, so I would try and make sure that you do everything she asks to make sure that your chubby little bottom is all better. Or would you like me to kiss it better for you. Little boys always seemed to like it when Mummy kisses it better."

Tommy could hardy draw breath such was his shame as the young prison guard, bent forward and gently kissed his bottom. He could not help trying to raise his head from the slender pillow to look at her as she stood beside the bed.

"There, did that make it better, little bare Tommy! I should think that you will be showing your striped little bottom and legs for quite a while."

Mika stood up and smiled at her friend. "Bye Tommy, I'll see you again next week. Now, don't forget what I have said. Don't you dare touch that little Willy of yours... you are in enough trouble already!"

She could see that the boy was blushing from head to foot as she reluctantly beckoned to the other guard and they wheeled the gurney out of the room.

Tommy lay quietly. His embarrassment was profound as he shivered at his thoughts of the past few hours. To have to face another punishment of such pain and intensity was beyond his comprehension.

His buttocks and legs seemed so delicate, that the thought of them even being touched made him shiver in dread. Yet, he had survived it. If he could endure the same thing again, it would be over. He would be free of this dreadful mess. He lay

quietly.

Funnily, he did not think about the indignity of the innocent being punished. Instead he thought of the incredible sensations that had been wrung from his young body; as first, he had been made to ejaculate by the young doctor, aided by the young nurses and the prison governor – and then, even through the pain of his strapping, his sexual feelings had been profoundly plundered.

His semen had been extracted and wrenched from his body in an exquisite and torturous explosion of emotion. He could visualise the pretty face of the young and demure solicitor as she had looked into his eyes, monitoring his facial expression as she deftly brought him to a climax.

*

Aini and Aisah were both naked. Their young and petite bodies glistened from the steam that pervaded the mansion-sized bathroom. Their mistress stood in the sunken bath, her legs spread apart as their delicate hands and slender fingers busied themselves between her legs. Her lush body was bathed in a patina of elegant oils, which the girls were applying sensuously and methodically to her smooth golden-sienna skin.

Shareema, looked at her two maids with a sense of pleasure and pride. She had chosen them carefully and expertly from the many young girls whom she had exhaustively interviewed.

Both Aini and Aisah had proved to be completely natural and willing consorts to her demanding and exciting sexual and sensuous needs. It would be true to say that, over the four years that they had served Shareema Varna, they had grown to love and cherish her. She had been generous and kind and had taken them from the austerity of their somewhat impoverished existence to a luxurious and fulfilling lifestyle.

Both girls worked hard within the Varna household. They had become adept at catering to the varied visitors and sophisticated friends of the Varna family and had become the perfect housemaids.

The girls' other attributes and skills were a well-kept secret between them and Shareema Varna. Fortunately, Mr Varna spent so much of his time away from the household, that Shareema was able to enjoy the clandestine pleasures of her two maids to the full.

Aini and Aisah had become expert and inventive in the many sexual proclivities that they enjoyed, almost on a daily basis, with Shareema. Nothing seemed to shock them and they seemed delighted to experiment and explore.

Before they had been required to bathe and oil Shareema's lustrous body, she had had them both bend over. In turn, she had penetrated their tiny bottoms, her fingers pushing deep within them. She had ignored their gasps as she used two fingers to penetrate their tiny sphincters. Their musical giggles of laughter delighted her as she had instructed them.

"Now take note of exactly where my fingertips are. This is where you will find a boy's prostate gland. Feel how I press and stroke inside you. Well that is what you will be doing... as well as lots of other things. Now which one of you wants to be first over my knees to have their bottom spanked?"

Both girls raised their voices giggling and laughing as they helped Shareema from the bath.

"Me please Madam!"

"No... no, it was Aini last time, this time it is my turn." Aisah was giggling deliciously as she protested.

Shareema could not help smiling as she pulled up an ornate hard-backed chair from the dressing table. She slipped her hand between Aisah's legs and, lifting her up, placed her petite young body face down across her beautifully toned thighs.

"You know that you going to be in tears before very long don't you Aisah!"

"Oh yes Madam. Aini will have to comfort me Madam!"

Sahreema smiled as she reached out her hand towards Aini and took the proffered hairbrush.

*

Tommy awoke. He had not realised how tired he had become with the rigours and emotional turmoil of his punishment. He opened his eyes and could see that a small table had been placed to his right. There was a water jug and glass upon the surface. He raised himself upon his elbows and poured water into the glass. He drank steadily, realising that the water had been flavoured with lemon.

He replaced the glass and rested his head upon his hands as he wondered what was to happen to him. He presumed that his movements had been heard as footsteps approached the room.

He looked around as two pretty Malay girls approached his bed. They were both dressed in short simple white tunics. Their legs were bare almost to the hip. Tommy felt himself blush when the girls smiled at him. He realised that they had noticed him staring at their pretty legs.

Both of the girls were carrying bolsters. One of the bolsters was round and about a foot in diameter. It was covered in a white cotton cloth. The second girl was carrying a triangular bolster. It was about two feet from the foot of the broad base to the rounded top. She stood it on the floor and spoke to him. Her voice was soft and gentle.

"We are here to start your treatment. Will you please kneel up on the bed?" Tommy realised that they spoke perfect English. For some reason this seemed to embarrass him even more.

Tommy blushed, but obeyed her. It was probably his period of inactivity that had prompted his sudden alacrity. He tried to keep his legs together as he raised his naked body to a kneeling position. His head hung down towards the pillow as he tried to hide his embarrassment. He could feel the round bolster being slipped under him.

"Please lie back down." He obeyed feeling the firm bolster supporting his hips, keeping his bottom raised into the air. He shivered as he felt the first gentle touch of their hands upon his body.

Each girl had taken a hold of his ankles and he felt them move his legs until they were spread as wide as the bed would allow. He was acutely aware that his penis and testicles were hanging down between his legs to the rear of the bolster and that they would be clearly visible to the young girls.

He could feel his face burning as the girls moved to the bathroom corridor and disappeared from his view.

It was several moments later that they returned. One was carrying a tray filled with jars and tubes. The other girl was wheeling a small trolley, which was similarly filled with jars as well as a bowl and a pile of cloths.

Aini and Aisah moved to the rear of the bed. They were able to observe him at their leisure as they moved out of his view. They spoke to each other in Malay as they began to open several of the jars.

"He is quite beautiful isn't he." Aini spoke to her friend as she looked over the naked boy. His skin is perfect and his face and body are beautiful."

Aisah smiled at Aini. "I like boys that are timid. Did you see how deeply he blushed when he saw us? Look at his nice long penis... and see how swollen his testes are. His bottom and legs look so sore, we will have to be very gentle with him."

Aini giggled as she spoke. "Madam says that we can make his penis stiff, but he is not allowed to cum. We will really have to be careful with him: he doesn't look very experienced at all, does he. In fact, he looks quite innocent."

Aini spoke to Tommy in English; she felt him shiver as she placed her hand upon the small of his back.

"We are going to put a light spray of liquid on your bottom and your legs, before we begin to erm... touch you. It has a mild topical anaesthetic in it, which will make you more comfortable. I am just going to cover your penis and testicles so that we don't get any of it on you just there."

She could see the boy blush again as he tried to turn his head to look at them.

"Stretch your arms forward and lay still while we treat you. You have to be a good boy. Mrs Varna has instructed that you should obey us."

Tommy suddenly shivered as he felt a delicate fingers wrap around the shaft of his penis. His body quaked abruptly in embarrassment as he felt his testicles being lifted. He blushed profusely as his penis and testicles were pulled back and wrapped in a soft cloth.

The girls sounded quite nonchalant as they went about their task. "There, bare Tommy, you are all nicely wrapped up."

Tommy blushed once more as he felt a light spray of liquid begin to fall upon his skin. Initially it seemed to sting his flesh and then abruptly he felt some of the smarting of his skin magically disappear. He did not feel the second layer of liquid being sprayed upon his legs and bottom although he could hear the sound of the atomiser as girls covered every inch of his welted flesh.

The next sensation was one of absolute bliss. He could feel his flesh being carefully massaged. Hands seemed to be everywhere as his legs and bottom were firmly impregnated with healing oils and ointments.

Tommy could hear the girls giggling and talking in Malay as the kneading of his bottom and legs became firmer and deeper. He blushed to a bright red, as suddenly their hands smoothed a wide path between the cheeks of his bottom. They started from the small of his back and seemed to plunge one after the other, deep into the crevice between the cheeks of his tender buttocks. He blushed to a deeper red as he felt the cloth being unwrapped from around his genitals; suddenly he felt delicate fingers encase his penis and pull back his foreskin. Other hands lifted his testicles and began to carefully squeeze and caress them. He could feel oil being poured between his bottom cheeks. He sensed the smooth liquid running down the sensitive valley and onto his scrotum.

He shivered as he felt his member suddenly being gripped firmly and realised that his penis had become thick and swollen with the sensuousness of their gentle fingers upon his skin.

He suddenly heard them both giggle as one of the girls spoke to him.

"Oh... you naughty boy. Your little willy has become stiff. Are you being naughty a little bare boy? Showing off your willy, no wonder you have had to have your bottom spanked. Oh dear, what will Mrs Varna say when I tell her that you have being showing your willy off to us?"

Tommy was blushing profusely as he tried to stammer an apology. "Oh please, Miss... erm I'm so sorry."

It was Aisah who spoke as she moved around the bed and squatted down so that she could look into his face.

"Well Tommy, perhaps Mrs Varna will be lenient with you as you have already had a smack-bottom. But you will have to be on your best behaviour. Corporal punishment is used in this country, not just in prisons but at home as well. So try and be a good boy, won't you. Now let me show you something."

Tommy could not believe his eyes as the girl stood up and turned away from him. She wriggled sexily as she slipped the hem of her tunic up over her bottom and held it around her waist. Tommy could see that she was wearing the slimmest of thongs as she bent forward and pushed her bottom towards him. He could clearly see that her bottom was bright red. He could make out the imprint of a hairbrush upon the beautiful contours of her pale olive buttocks. He could not help feeling his penis throb at such a sight. It was the first time that he had seen a girl so intimately displayed.

His face was bright red as the girl let her tunic fall back down over her bottom. He was suddenly startled as he felt the other girl gently grasp the shaft of his penis and pull the foreskin back tightly as she squeezed the rigid flesh.

"I think you have made Bare Tommy's little Willy stiffen up again, Aisah!" She giggled as she spoke. "Little boys don't seem to be able to control their little weenies at all." She squeezed him once more, feeling the flesh throb between her fingers as the boy gasped with emotion.

"We are going to turn you over now. We will be very careful with you, but you must relax your limbs while we position you for the next part of your treatment. Do you promise Tommy?"

Tommy felt so embarrassed that he tried to hide his face in the pillow.

"Well Bare Tommy, do you?"

Tommy's voice was anguished and pleading as he spoke.

"Oh... yes miss... erm I promise."

It was Aini that instructed him as Aisah lifted his head from the pillow and looked at him, her face amused at his embarrassment.

"Right my little Bare Tommy. Up upon your hands and knees. Now your bottom and legs should just be anaesthetised enough for you to get in position without too much discomfort."

She slipped the bolster from under him as he got to his hands and knees. He could feel his penis spring forward and slap embarrassingly against his tummy as his hips cleared the bolster.

"Now, I think it will be best if you lie on your side and pull your knees up to your chest. If you can do that we will do the rest. I promise that you will not feel too sore."

In utter embarrassment, Tommy managed to lie down on his side. In utter confusion and shame, he pulled his knees up to his chest. He could feel the sheet pressing against the welts upon the sides of his legs, but surprisingly there was very little discomfort.

He looked utterly bewildered and ashamed of his nakedness as the girls stood at either side of the narrow bed. Deftly they took the back of his knees in the crook of their arms and lifted his legs and bottom off the bed and bent them up over his chest. He was blushing mightily as Aini took his ankles and raised them over his head, keeping his bottom completely off the bed.

Tommy was shamefully aware that his erect penis was pointing at his face as he felt the bolster being pressed against the small of his back. Carefully both girls let his legs down until he felt his ankles being rested against the narrow part of the second bolster that had been placed at the end of the bed.

Tommy blushed as he realised how embarrassing his new position was. The round bolster had raised his hips from the bed, keeping his bottom well off the surface. His legs were spread wide apart and raised completely off the sheet as his ankles rested upon the high triangular support.

His embarrassment came from the fact that his hips were thrust upwards, overtly displaying his plump scrotum and erect penis. He could not help looking down at his rudely displayed genitals, as the girls took his arms and stretched them out above his head.

He turned his head to the side in abject humiliation as he saw the girls giggle at the sight of his penis sticking straight up into the air. He watched them as they walked to the head of the bed. He could not see what they were doing but felt a smooth belt of some kind being tightened over his arms, fastening them to the bed.

He watched as they came into his view, one of the girls carrying another strap, which she placed across his ankles, before stooping down and fastening it beneath the foot of the bed.

Tommy felt absolutely humiliated as the girls came to stand at each side of his hips. "Sorry you have to be fastened Tommy. But I think it is for your own good that you are not allowed to play with your little Willy. We know just how naughty little boys can be when left to their own devices."

Tommy's face was a livid red of utter embarrassment as they looked down at his erect penis. His body shivered in shame as Aini casually placed her hand between his legs and cupped his swollen scrotum. Aisah smiled at him, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she placed both hands upon his erect penis. She held the shaft firmly as she fully retracted his foreskin, stretching the skin tight against the shaft as she fully exposed the head.

"Now Tommy, we are going to treat the insides of your thighs. You must have been a very naughty boy for the lady to strap you so thoroughly. Did it hurt sweetheart, was the lady very cruel when she strapped you?"

Tommy was so humiliated and embarrassed and yet he felt a tear of self-pity run down his cheek. Aisah was quick to respond.

"Poor Bare Tommy, never mind we will take care of you. Now let's see if we can make you all better."

*

The next hour was an ultimate test of the boy's emotions. It was a dichotomy of extremes. The beautiful and sensuous sensations that they wrought from his body as their hands seemed to completely envelop his legs and his bottom. His limbs were completely open to their touch, smoothing completely around his thighs and upwards over and between the cheeks of his buttocks. His plump scrotum being held upwards by one girl, while the other slipped her hands sensuously and deliberately between his bottom cheeks, probing and prodding his sphincter so thoroughly that his penis throbbed and strained violently.

This was juxtaposed against his utter shame and embarrassment as he fought to suppress his naive senses. Their giggles and laughter, as his penis would suddenly throb so profoundly that it would bounce against his tummy; the foreskin drawn back, displaying the exposed corona as they giggled at his shameful plight.

At last they took their hands from him. Aisah moved to the head of the bed and looked down at him. Gently she placed her hands upon his blushing cheeks and centred his head upon the pillow. Tommy could not believe it, as she lowered her head and placed her lips upon his. Her tongue parted his lips as she invaded his mouth. Tommy could not help a tear rolling down his cheek as she kissed him deeply. His emotions were so vulnerable that he felt near to fainting. She looked deep into his eyes as she suddenly withdrew and stood back.

He felt gentle fingers trail up over his chest and looked to the other side of the bed as Aini came into his view. She cupped his chin with one hand as she placed the forefinger of her other hand against his bottom lip. She lowered her head to his and slipped her tongue gently into his mouth. Her kiss was so overwhelming and so gentle that he felt his tears rolling down his cheeks.

Suddenly she thrust her tongue further into his mouth. It seemed to search every corner as pressed against him.

Aini was delighting in the sensuality of her kiss as she felt the boy suddenly stiffen. She did not need to look to realise that Aisah had taken hold of the boy's genitals and was squeezing him firmly.

Aini gently took her lips away from his as she looked into his eyes. "You may rest now. Your body is already very much improved and you will be quite comfortable in this position."

She looked at Aisah who was still holding the boy's penis. Aisah gently let go and patted Tommy's thigh. Both girls looked at him as tears of emotion rolled down his cheeks. Aini spoke softly to him.

"There, Bare Tommy. Rest now and then I am sure Mrs Varna will come and see you. You will be having a meal soon. Do you need to go to the toilet?"

Tommy could not answer but merely shook his head from side to side. He had been given several drinks and then taken to the toilet after he had been released from the punishment frame. Since that time he had only one glass of sweetened water.

"I am afraid we dare not cover you yet, as the insides of your thighs need to be exposed to the air. Perhaps you will feel better when your little penis loses its erection. Now please try and rest... are you comfortable?"

Tommy heaved as he tried to rid himself of his emotion. He could feel the tears in his eyes as he looked at the pretty young girls. Their slender bodies were side by side, pressed together as they stood with their arms around each other's waists.

He thought about his position and realised that he was perfectly comfortable. The bolster beneath his back was firm and yet surprisingly soft. His legs were raised sufficiently that no pressure was put upon his back and his ankles were rested snugly against the soft covering of the triangular bolster at the foot of the bed. His skin, although still tender, did not smart or sting. He suddenly felt drowsy as he answered the girl.

"Th... thank you erm... both of you."

"My name is Aisah and this Aini. Mrs Varna has said that you may call us Miss Aisah or Miss Aini. I hope you don't mind!

"Oh no... erm Miss... erm thank you."

Tommy watched as the girls walked side by side out of the room. He felt drained of energy and emotion and yet he could feel the blood in his penis still throbbing as he closed his eyes.

*

Francis Hope stopped her car in front of the panelled sliding doors of the Varna residence. The single story house was impressive. The style of the house was Japanese - and it sat in perfect harmony with the lush vegetation that surrounded the wide wooden decking of the walkway. The walkway ran around the entire house, the dark timbers effectively shaded by a wide balcony, which kept the boards cool under the midday sun.

Everything about the house seemed to be in perfect taste, albeit an expensive taste, she thought, as she wondered how to attract the attention of the household without just walking straight in through the open doors.

The appearance of two young servants, dressed in short white tunics standing in the wide doorway, suddenly allayed her apprehension.

Before she could speak she saw that Mrs Varna had appeared from the subdued light of the interior and was standing behind them.

"Welcome to my home, Miss Hope. Please come in and perhaps we can sit for a few moments before I take you to see Mr Walsh."

Francis followed the beautiful woman into the house. There was a pleasant coolness to the interior that had been obtained quite naturally with the placement of the jalousie covered open windows, aided by a, slowly rotating, fan above their heads.

As Francis was shown to a comfortable leather armchair, she found that she had to look twice at Mrs Varna. The Sari that she was wearing seemed almost transparent. Francis felt sure that she could see the darker skin of the aureole surrounded the woman's nipples – and she was absolutely certain that the nipples were erectile as the twin nubs of flesh were pushed aggressively against the sheer fabric.

Shareema was well aware of Miss Hope's not too subtle scrutiny. She gestured to Aisah as the girl brought a small tea tray and placed it on a low table next to the two women.

I hope you like China tea; I find it so refreshing, even though it is a hot drink on a hot day.

Francis realised that she was still staring and looked at Mrs Varna's face as she took her cup.

"Yes I love tea, even on a hot day."

Mrs Varna sat back in her chair, aware once more of Miss Hope staring at her sari. She spoke casually as she took her own cup.

"I like to dress in the coolest way possible on days like these. It is a privilege not to have to wear a business suit when one is working from home, don't you think?"

Francis smiled ruefully, aware that her interested gaze had not gone unnoticed. "I am sorry if I was staring, but the sari seems such a suitable way of dress for this climate."

Shareema laughed. "This one is, shall we say a little risqué for the street, but perfectly suitable for home. I hope you agree."

Francis nodded like a little girl, aware of the woman's beauty and powerful presence.

"I am just jealous." She looked down demurely as Shareema looked her straight in the eye.

Shareema moved sensuously in her chair as she spoke again. "You know, I could show you how to wear a sari. I am not saying to wear at the office, but there are lots of occasions where I am sure you would find it liberating."

Shareema watched as the young woman blushed. The young solicitor's eyelids fluttered prettily behind the thin wire-framed spectacles she was wearing.

Francis thought that perhaps she ought to broach the subject of the young boy. She had been wondering since she had last seen him, how he was coping with the pain of his terrible strapping.

Again Shareema guessed what she was thinking.

"My maids have attended to the initial treatment of the boy's skin. He has been treated for about an hour and will be treated twice more today. I shall give him a mild sleeping draft tonight, so that he sleeps well and then we will continue his treatment tomorrow... and everyday until he has to return to the prison for his second session of twenty hard strokes of the prison strap."

Francis almost shivered as Shareema mentioned the prison strap so nonchalantly.

Francis realised that she had not asked about Mrs Varna's daughter.

"I am so sorry, Mrs Varna... I should have asked sooner. How is your daughter? The prison doctor said that she was improving... but I should have asked."

Mrs Varna, looked kindly as she spoke.

"Julie is doing well. I had a friend of mine, a consultant neurologist, have a look at her this afternoon and he has told me that she is being very well cared for and will recover, although he could not say exactly when she will come out of her coma."

Shareema could see that Francis had been slightly perplexed at her daughter's name.

My daughters all have English names. It is an international world. I read law at Harvard and I decided then, whatever children I would have, whether they be girls or boys, to give them English names. So my oldest daughter is called Julie, my middle daughter is called Claire and the youngest is called Jane. They were named after my best friends at college. By the way, I would like you to call me Shareema when we are away from the boy... and I hope that I may call you Francis."

"Thank you, Shareema is such a lovely sounding name." Francis was rather in awe of the beautiful woman seated only a few feet away from her. However she realised that she was here to protect her client's interests. Not that the boy had much left to protect.

Half of his punishment had already been administered... and the rest was soon to come. Francis knew that the boy's strapping had excited her more than any other experience she had had in her young life. She had been surprised and somewhat appalled at her prurient feelings. Her sexual climax had revealed feelings that she had, until that moment in the punishment room, repressed and ignored.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Shareema Varna stood and beckoned Francis. "Come, we will go and see our young American."

Shareema led the way without looking back to see if Francis was following. Francis had little time to admire the style and the opulence of the house as her host walking quickly through the various rooms and corridors.

Shareema turned quickly and looked at Francis as they approached the narrow bed. She wanted to see the look on the young woman's face as she saw the naked young boy with his hips raised off the bed, as if proffering his genitals for their delectation. Francis blushed as soon as she saw the boy. She blushed again as Shareema looked enquiringly at her.

Shareema's voice was a soft whisper. "He is still asleep, but I will wake him in a moment. His flesh has been oiled and massaged with several creams. There is a mild steroid in one of the creams, which will greatly aid his healing. He has been loosely restrained so that he does not move from his position."

Francis looked at his body, she could see that his penis was plump and engorged, although he was sleeping. She could also see that the skin of his scrotum held the swollen testes high in its sac as cool air seemed to circulate gently around the room. She blushed as she thought what she had done to him only a few hours before.

Shareema caught the look and smiled. "Don't be embarrassed," she whispered. "If you were to consider it carefully, you will find that you acted in the best interests of your client." Shareema almost giggled as she spoke again. "Albeit a very personal interest."

Francis blushed profusely as Shareema turned her head to the doorway and smiled as Aisah and Aini entered the room. The maids' flat sandals made no noise upon the floor as they moved quietly to the head of the bed. Francis saw that one of the maids was holding a wide necked bottle in her hand as well as a small square of cloth.

Francis recognised the transparent bottle as being a urine receptacle of the type being used for male patients in hospitals. She blushed as she wondered whether Tommy would be required to use it while she was in the room.

Shareema bent low over the boy. Francis noticed that she had placed one hand on his hip, her fingertips only millimetres from the boy's turgid penis. With her other hand she gently brushed her fingers over his cheek.

Francis watched as he slowly opened his eyes. She could see him coming to terms with his surroundings and then his abrupt recognition of where he was.

He seemed to notice Shareema first and then slowly looked towards Francis. Francis could see his sudden expression of panic as his eyes darted down to his naked body and then back up to her. His cheeks immediately blushed to a deep red as he fully realised his position.

He gasped as one of the maids moved to the middle of the bed and delicately took the swollen shaft of his penis between her finger and thumb. She lifted his penis as if it were a sacred object, slipping the lip of the bottle under the engorged flesh. Francis raised her eyebrows as the maid nonchalantly pushed the bottle upwards until it fully covered his penis. She watched as the maid held the bottle with one hand and gently pressed low on his tummy with the other. She pressed several times before Francis suddenly heard the tinkling sound as the boy urinated helplessly into the bottle. His face was bright red as Shareema spoke to him. "Good boy. I don't want you having to get up just yet as Miss Aisah and Miss Aini are going to treat you again. Now would you like us to leave you so that you can talk to your solicitor in private?"

Tommy could hardly speak as Aisah took hold of the base of his penis. She drew her fingers along the shaft, squeezing as she retracted the bottle. Tommy gasped several times as her fingers reached the tip of his penis. She shook the tip, watching as a single drop spilled into the bottle.

"Well Tommy, would you like to talk to Miss Hope in private."

"Erm... ah... no, erm thank you."

Tommy's face was blushing profusely as the nurse took the bottle away and laid his penis against his tummy. Francis could see that the shaft had become stiff and she knew that it would not be long before he erected fully.

Tommy could not believe that the maid had handled him so intimately in front of Miss Hope and Mrs Varna. He felt so utterly humiliated and belittled, that his eyes were glistening with tears. He could feel his cheeks burning with shame. It seemed such a nightmare of anguish and embarrassment that his naïve and innocent sensibilities were completely overwhelmed. He actually felt guilty that his naked body was on display and ashamed that he had urinated in front of everyone. His mind had made no allowances for the fact that he had had no choice.

Shareema turned towards Francis as she casually laid her hand against the young boy's hip. Again her fingers were just millimetres away from his penis as she spoke to the demure young solicitor.

"I only have one problem Miss Hope. I hope that we can come to an agreement if you and your client will listen to what I have to say."

Tommy was shivering under Mrs Varna's delicate touch as she continued.

"You are aware that the boy is highly... erm... no, shall we say that he is sexually naïve. I had better clarify that. I mean that he is easily aroused sexually... as you can see for yourself."

Tommy shivered as Shareema casually let her fingers move against his hip, although she did not touch his penis. He could feel his penis throb as it became fully engorged and completely stiff.

Francis looked at the boy's erect penis and then at his blushing face. She could see that his lips were trembling in embarrassment as he saw her look at him.

"Now, this is without prejudice. I will explain to Tommy that that means the arrangement stands as it is and no further action will be taken. I will not discuss the events so far - and as long as Tommy receives the second part of his punishment, that will be the end of it.

My problem is, that as he will be in my house, with my two young daughters present. I cannot have him becoming sexually aroused and rampant. Therefore I would like your agreement Miss Hope, that the boy will acquiesce to being drained of his semen at suitable intervals. I think that this will alleviate the problem that you can see before you.

Tommy groaned under his breath as he realised the import of what had been said. His face was so reddened that his cheeks were burning brighter than ever. He tried to raise his arms so that he could cover himself. He felt the maid gently place her hand upon his chest to calm him as he tried to move, before suddenly realising that his hands were well fastened to the bed.

He tried to protest immediately.

"Oh Miss, I promise I would never erm... press my attention upon anyone. I am so ashamed Miss. I just can't help it... I am so sorry Miss." Tommy had addressed his protest to Francis, subconsciously perhaps, hoping that she would intervene on his behalf.

Shareema spoke before Francis could even think of anything to say to the boy.

"Miss Hope, you experienced the boy's strong sexual urges, even while he was being strapped. So I think that you can understand why I am concerned that he should be thoroughly drained. It will also be far better for his own comfort, I am sure you will agree."

Francis could not help a little thrill of excitement run through her body as she looked at the naked body of the young boy. His penis had lifted from his tummy and was throbbing visibly, the shaft moving up and down of its own volition.

Again Francis felt like the Emperor Nero, as she had to make a decision upon the boy's treatment. She looked at him, her expression kindly and concerned as she spoke softly.

"I am sorry Tommy, I have to say that Mrs Varna has a perfect right to treat you, while you are under her care. I know that little boys, I mean young boys, can't help themselves sometimes. Your little penis is already very stiff, so you must understand Mrs Varna's concerns. Please behave like a grown-up little boy and promise me that you will obey her. Please Tommy, I know you are embarrassed, but you are in her custody and you must obey, otherwise we may be back to square one. Promise me Tommy, please."

Tommy could hardly look at Francis as he replied. It was if she had betrayed him. There were tears of shame in his eyes as he uttered the words reluctantly.

"I promise... erm Miss."

Francis looked at his crestfallen face and stoked her hand over the top of his thigh in a gesture of comfort.

"Good boy Tommy. Don't be embarrassed, it has to be done." Francis felt another thrill run through her body as she looked at him. His look of embarrassment was so profound and yet she felt herself thrilling at it. She could not resist adding to his shame.

"I am sure that erm... you will be well treated... erm when," she paused as she realised that she did not know who would be extracting his semen.

Shareema came to her rescue. Her voice was quite matter-of-fact as she looked at Francis.

"I shall demonstrate to Miss Aini and Miss Aisah how I would them to extract his semen. To make sure that he is thoroughly and comprehensively drained. His bottom will be fully penetrated and his prostate gland will be massaged to ensure that he is able to emit a good flow. His penis will then be stimulated vigorously until ejaculation occurs. As he is a young and virile boy, I would imagine that we would carry out this procedure several times a day. We can measure his output to ensure that he does not become erect at any other time. I can assure you that we will be very gentle with him."

Francis had watched Tommy the whole time that Shareema had been talking to her. She knew that the boy's naked body and his shame were adding to her increasing sexual arousal. It seemed that each new humiliation and embarrassment amplified the inexorable spread of sensual pleasure that had emanated from deep within her slender body. She could not help her pressing desire to embarrass him further.

She moved around the bed to look down at his face. "There, Tommy, now that doesn't sound so bad does it. Now promise me that you will be a good boy. I don't want you wriggling and squirming when Mrs Varna has to penetrate your little bottom."

Francis thought his look of abject embarrassment and humiliation was absolutely exquisite as she brushed her hand against his burning cheek.

Shareema Varna was an experienced and clever lawyer. Her ability to read body language and to understand the human psyche had been an invaluable skill in the courtroom. She was quite fascinated by the demure young solicitor and understood far more about her predilections than Francis Hope could ever have imagined.

Shareema realised that Francis's prurient interest in the young boy would never be completely satisfied, but she was determined to make her visit a memorable one. I wonder, she thought, how Francis would like to have one of my maids laid naked over her knees, while she applied the hairbrush to her sweet little bottom. Perhaps that would assuage some of her repressed sexuality.

Shareema nodded to Aisah and Aini. "You can start his treatment. His skin is already looking better than this morning, thank you girls."

The two young maids smiled at their mistress as they wheeled the trolley close to the bed and began to unscrew the tops from some of the jars.

Shareema stood back and moved towards Francis. She placed her lips close to the young solicitor's ear as she whispered to her.

"I would like you to watch his treatment. Both of the girls are really quite expert masseurs. I indulge myself by having them massage me. If I can find the time, I try to ensure that they massage me at least once a day. It is so relaxing to lay back and have them pamper you. I am sure that they would both be delighted to massage you, if you would like to try it."

Francis blushed. She was suddenly embarrassed as Shareema slipped her hand around her waist and whispered again.

"Perhaps if you were to have a massage, I might find you a sari to wear, rather than those long skirts, which must be far too warm for this weather. The sari is such a light garment, that you would not notice the heat like you do in western dress."

Francis seemed almost like a little girl as she giggled in embarrassment.

"Oh, I couldn't Mrs Varna... I mean Shareema."

Shareema looked at her demure face, noting the faint flush of pink high upon her cheeks.

"We will see, Francis, we will see."

Tommy could not help moaning and groaning as the two young girls steadily and firmly applied the oils and unguents that they were using, into his skin.

Their touch was gentle - and yet Tommy could feel his muscles ripple as they diligently worked upon his thighs. His face was absolutely bright red with embarrassment. He was painfully aware that his penis was bouncing and jiggling with each movement of their hands upon his body.

Because of the raised position of his legs, the girls were able to reach right around each of his thighs, smoothing and assuaging his tortured flesh. Their hands moved steadily upwards. He could feel their small firm breasts press against his body as they reached underneath him and began to massage his buttocks.

One of the girls slipped her hand between his legs, her bare forearm brushing against his testicles as she reached into the crevice of his bottom.

His gasps were ignored as she repeated the motion again and again. He could feel his penis throbbing with greater and greater vigour as her slender hands delved deeply between the cheeks of his bottom. They giggled as Aisah bent even lower, letting his throbbing penis brush against her cheek. She pushed even deeper with her hands, deliberately making his penis bounce. They both giggled as the head of his rigid penis slapped audibly against her pretty face.

Francis looked on at the scene, seeing the young boy blush and stammer continuously as the young girls worked upon his pale naked body.

How embarrassing for him, she thought. I wonder if the massage that Shareema has offered me would be quite so intrusive.

Francis continued to watch the young boy's embarrassment. Some time during the treatment, one of the maids had placed two hard-backed chairs near to the bed for Francis and Shareema to sit on.

Francis had felt her cheeks blush occasionally as she had thought how humiliating it must be for the American boy. To be fastened down naked, while two pretty young girls carefully made sure that they pampered and soothed every inch of his welted flesh.

Her interest suddenly piqued as she watched one of the girls unfasten the strap from across his ankles. Both girls stood at either side of the foot of the bed and gently slipped their arms beneath his calves. She heard Tommy gasp as the girls lifted his legs, bending them outwards and over his body so that his knees were above his chest. She knew that the boy had gasped with embarrassment rather than pain as the girls held him in position, displaying to Shareema and Francis the condition of his skin.

Francis looked at his welted buttocks and the backs of his thighs. She could clearly see each strap mark and yet realised that his skin had not been broken. The angry red marks, that she had remembered from this morning had gone, instead the raised flesh was pale and looked to be in much better condition.

Shareema's voice was clear and kindly as she spoke to her young maids. "Yes, that is excellent, thank you both."

Francis could see that his scrotum was so plump and swollen that the pale, tightly gathered, skin had hardly moved as they had raised his body. She saw that the testes seemed to move and recoil as they held his bottom high in the air.

Francis watched as the maids lowered the boy back into his initial prone position. He looked so vulnerable with his pubis thrust upwards and his penis bouncing against his tummy, rigid and fully engorged. She wondered what was to happen now as Shareema took her chair and placed it beside the bed at the boy's hip.

"Oh Miss Hope, I am going to extract his semen now. Perhaps you would like to sit by his head... erm... you might want to comfort him, as this is his first time for this procedure. I want to demonstrate to the girls how I would like them carry out the extraction. That means we may have to penetrate his bottom several times until the girls can properly locate the prostate gland."

Francis felt another thrill run through her body as she saw the look of pure anguish upon Tommy's innocent young face.

She took her chair and placed it next to the bed beside his head. Her knees fitted perfectly under the recess so that she was able to sit with her waist touching the edge of the firm mattress.

She took his head in her hands and turned his face towards hers. She could feel that his cheeks were burning with shame as she looked into his eyes. She did not take her eyes from his, as she heard Shareema's clear and concise instructions.

"Now, watch carefully. Firstly, I am going to lubricate the sphincter. Can you both see how I am doing it? Nice long strokes across the opening, there we are... Oh, can you see how he is clenching his buttocks together?

Normally a little smack on his bottom would stop him clenching. But obviously his buttocks are far too sore to do that. Instead, all you have to do is press your fingers to the inside of each of the cheeks of his bottom." Francis glanced down quickly as Shareema watched the girls place their fingertips in-between the cheeks of Tommy's bottom. "Gently... that's the way. Now just probe gently... there we are!"

Francis observed every nuance of Tommy's expression as he gasped and groaned with the sensations that were being produced by the busy fingers of Shareema and her two maids.

"Now if you press your two fingers together, you will see that you can slide them up easily. Make sure they are well lubricated. Ooops... there we are now that didn't take long, did it?"

Francis watched Tommy open his mouth wide and gasp in protest. She could feel his body shiver as she pressed the palm of her hand over his nipple and stroked her fingers gently over the raised flesh.

She felt absolutely delighted with the boy's anguish. She looked into his eyes as she spoke gently to him. "There, poor little Tommy. Try and relax sweetheart and let the pretty ladies penetrate your little bottom for you."

Shareema paused, smiling with delight as she heard Francis deliberately taunt the boy.

Nonchalantly she continued to instruct her two maids. "Now girls, just feel for the mound of flesh it is situated right at the other end of his penis. Just curl your fingers upwards and you will feel it quite easily. O.K. Aini, now it's your turn.

Now Aisah, if you will hold his testicles up for me... there that's the way. Now don't squeeze too tightly... that's it, lots of little squeezes. Can you see how he is responding? Little boys don't seem to have much control over their emotions, do they?"

Francis watched Tommy suddenly squeeze his eyes shut. She glanced down at his naked body to see that Shareema and her two maids were bent over the boy's hips. Their elbows were moving methodically as their hands busied themselves between his legs.

Shareema's voice continued. Her tone was nonchalant and calm; a stark contrast to the boy's wriggling and squirming body.

"Right, Aini. Retract the foreskin fully and apply the lubricant over the head of his penis. That's it, put it all the way around. Now while you are holding the foreskin back apply effleurage to the head of the penis. That's the way... flattened palm and small circular motions. The feeling is quite intense, so apply the pressure in careful measures."

Tommy was beside himself with emotion. His embarrassment and anguish was made all the more humiliating by the gentle gaze of the demure and innocent-looking Miss Hope.

He almost quaked with shame as Mrs Varna spoke again.

"Oh Miss Hope, would you just pass me that little jar from the trolley behind you. I am going to collect his semen now."

Francis felt a distinct and urgent thrill run through her slender body. She made sure that the boy got a good look at the tall thin glass as she passed it to one of the girls.

The boy's embarrassment was so profound that she could see his lips trembling. Suddenly his eyes flew open wide and he gasped for breath. Francis knew that Shareema must have increased the intensity of her probing. She looked deep into his eyes, her voice soft and soothing, belying the intense pleasure that she could feel deep within her young body at the boy's distress.

"Try and be a brave boy Tommy and let the pretty ladies extract your semen."

Francis could not help adding to his shame, as suddenly the boy's body tensed dramatically... as if he had been electrocuted.

"Try and relax your bottom Tommy, so that the pretty ladies can have full access and that they can milk you properly. My, my Tommy, little boys seem to make so much fuss when they are having their little testicles emptied."

Shareema's voice accompanied the boy's utter distress as he quivered in a sexual stricture of utter and complete abandonment.

"Nice firm squeezes now girls, I am going to probe a little deeper to ensure that he cannot evade giving a full emission. There we are, that's right Aini, hold the jar just like that. There, look how forcefully he is ejaculating. Now keep up the pressure, don't let him escape your touch I want a full and thorough evacuation. My, my aren't young boys so productive."

"ooooOOH... oooOOOH."

Tommy could not help voicing his utter distress, as Francis looked deep into his eyes, his anguish fuelling her utter sexual delight.

She knew that her presence and close proximity to him as she observed his reluctant ejaculation had only served to heighten and exacerbate his humiliation.

She made sure that he was watching her as she looked towards his groin. She could see his semen splattering forcefully into the jar as he spurted helplessly.

"That's a good boy, now try and do your best Tommy. There we are, poor Tommy, never mind sweetheart. Let Mummy give you a little kiss."

Francis was absolutely thrilled as she looked at him as if she was his guardian angel. She lowered her pretty face and gently placed her lips against his. Callously, she robbed him of his breath as she covered his lips with hers, impudently pressing her tongue deep into his mouth.

The violence of her climax surprised her as she pressed her pubis against the firm surface of the bed. For a moment she allowed her sexual extremis to pervade every nerve within her slender and aroused young body. She was fully aware of the boy's distress as she gave in to her feelings. Selfishly, she allowed her climax to engulf her, leisurely accepting her pleasure as Tommy struggled beneath her lips. At last she raised her head, watching the young boy as he inhaled desperately.

She looked down at the busy hands of Shareema and her two young maids. The boy was still ejaculating wildly as she saw Shareema raise her elbow and push her hand even more deeply between the young boy's buttocks. She felt his body shiver as she deliberately squeezed her finger and thumb over his nipple as she whispered softly to him.

"There, there Tommy. What a productive little boy you are." She leaned forward and kissed his lips, before gently brushing her hand over his cheek.

She could feel him shiver with emotion as the girls squeezed the last globules of semen from the tip of his penis. His head suddenly rolled back against the pillow as he gasped for breath. Francis saw that he had been completely drained of all resistance. He lay unmoving and gasping for air. His body lay in complete abandonment to the skilful and thorough sexual torment that he had endured.

Shareema looked at Francis and nodded to her. "The girls are going to soothe him gently for a few moments and then leave him to rest."

*

It was the afternoon of the fourth day that Tommy awoke after a short sleep. For a moment he thought that he was back at home in Seattle. His illusion was prompted by the chatter and giggles he could hear coming from somewhere in the house. The voices sounded much like his sisters. The accents were certainly from the U.S. rather than the more formal Malay use of the English language.

Tommy had been more or less confined to the bedroom during his period of recuperation. He had been kept totally naked, even having to walk to the kitchen and stand at the table between the two young maids, while he ate his meals. His treatments had kept him in a constant cocoon of shame and embarrassment. He had been massaged with oils and ointments several times a day until he could no longer feel the effects of the strapping that he had endured. Each massage had culminated in a forced ejaculation.

The two young maids, Aini and Aisah had blithely forced him to an anguished and tormented climax as if it were merely a routine procedure. His embarrassment had been exacerbated, as often they would wait until he received his daily visit from Miss Hope, before instigating the first of his compulsory milkings.

Although Mrs Varna had given the reason for his milking as being the safety and propriety of her daughters, Tommy had seen nothing of the girls.

He could feel himself blush as the voices grew nearer and he recognized the voices of Miss Hope and the young prison doctor.

He shivered in embarrassment as they entered the room. Instinctively he pressed his hips against the bed, feeling that his penis was underneath his body, hopefully hidden from their view. He looked around to see that Mrs Varna had accompanied the doctor and Miss Hope into the room. Her voice was kindly as she spoke to him.

"Good, you are awake Tommy. Miss Aisah and Miss Aini will be taking you to have your breakfast soon. But Doctor Turner has come to examine you first. So if you will get up and stand by the bed please."

Tommy had learned quickly over the last few days, that being uncooperative was futile. He could feel his face already burning with his blushed as he slid his body from the bed and stood facing the three women. He instinctively covered his genitals with his hands and he could see the look of amusement on the women's faces at his gesture of modesty.

The doctor was dressed in a simple silk blouse and short flared pleated skirt. She had a stethoscope around her neck. Her voice was soft but commanding as she stood with her legs astride and looked at him.

"Please come here and turn around so that I can look at your bottom."

Tommy blushed again as he did her bidding. He could not help his body from shivering at her gentle touch as she placed her hands upon each side of his waist. He could hear her murmur of approval as she appraised his body.

"Now spread your legs apart and bend over and touch your toes, please Tommy."

Tommy blushed again as he heard the instruction. He was pleased to be able to hide his blushing face but realised that the indignity of the position that he was to adopt, would be far more revealing.

Doctor Vickie Turner, smiled at Francis Hope as the boy bent over.

"That's the way Tommy, just shuffle your feet a bit wider apart, it will make it easier to touch your toes properly."

Vickie smoothed her hand over the boy's back as he obeyed her. She could feel his body shiver as she let her hand trail down over his buttocks.

Francis Hope looked at the young boy. His naked body looked delightful. Even though he was in such an incongruous position, his body looked perfectly proportioned. She could not help a little thrill of excitement run through her body as the doctor placed her hands upon his buttocks so that her fingertips were within the crease.

She watched as the doctor stretched the flesh apart, revealing the neat pink little rosebud of his sphincter.

Vickie's voice was almost a whisper as she stretched the flesh wider. "Just relax, there's a good little boy." Her words were deliberately condescending as she delighted in the young boy's embarrassing compliance.

Francis could see the plump and swollen skin of his scrotum seem to draw up as the boy grunted with embarrassment. She could also see, much to her delight that his penis was engorged and was slowly, but inexorably, lifting upwards of its own volition.

Vickie bent down on one knee and smoothed her hand down the back of each leg. She could feel the boy shiver in embarrassment as her fingers travelled back up the inside of each leg until both hands were pushing against his scrotum as she examined the more sensitive flesh of the inner thigh.

"Right Tommy, stand up and turn around and face me. Hands upon the top of your head and feet nice and wide apart, please."

Francis watched as the boy's blushing face came into her view. She saw him reluctantly glance towards her. She knew that her presence and her observation of his embarrassing examination seemed to cause him great humiliation.

She watched, fascinated as the doctor cupped his bulging scrotum in the palm of her right hand. She seemed to be kneading his testicles as she spoke softly to him. "Please turn your head to the left and cough."

Francis knew that Vickie had deliberately instructed the boy to turn his face towards her, once more increasing his embarrassment and humiliation. She watched as his eyes flicked towards her, again she thought that his quick glance was to see if she was watching him. She saw his face blush immediately, his cheeks flushing to a deep red.

"Come along Tommy a nice big cough." Vickie squeezed his testicles gently as if to prompt him into action."

Tommy coughed; his cheeks seemed to be on fire as he looked at the cool and demure Miss Hope. He shivered in shame as she casually observed his embarrassment. He was aware that his penis was fully engorged but he dare not look down.

"And again please."

Tommy could feel the cool fingers of the doctor gently squeeze his testicles once more. It felt as if she was holding his very essence in her hand as he stood with his legs wide apart, completely open and vulnerable to her touch. He felt absolutely ashamed as he coughed again.

"Yes you seem fine. I am just going to listen to your heart and then we are all done."

Tommy stood, seemingly frozen to the spot as the cool diaphragm of the stethoscope smoothed across his chest. He could feel the tip of his penis being gently stimulated by the material of the doctor's skirt as she moved closer to him, listening to his heart. By the time she had finished he was shivering in utter shame.

The doctor moved back and deliberately looked down at his erect penis. Tommy blushed in absolute shame as she turned to Mrs Varna and Miss Hope.

"My, my, I can never understand why little boys seem to exhibit their emotions so blatantly. Are you sure that you feel safe being alone with him, while he is displayed so rampantly, Miss Hope?"

Francis felt another thrill suddenly pervade her young body. Yet she looked forward to the prospect of having the boy to herself while he was standing with his legs spread wide apart and his hands upon his head. She thought he looked absolutely delicious. His penis was jutting upwards and she could see that it was already throbbing with the boy's naive and confused emotions.

Francis tried to keep the excitement out of her voice as she replied.

"I will be fine, thank you Doctor. I am sure that Tommy will retain his present position and behave like a proper little gentleman." She could see another blush suffuse his cheeks as her words took effect.

Tommy watched as Mrs Varna and the young doctor left the room. Somehow, being naked and alone in front of Miss Hope seemed even more embarrassing to him.

He shivered with the shame of standing with his legs spread wide and his penis erect and throbbing as Miss Hope walked around him. Her expression showed no emotion, as if her casual appraisal of his naked body was a perfectly normal procedure.

"Tommy I have to talk to you. Please stay as you are and listen to me without interruption. Will you do that for me?"

Tommy blushed as Miss Hope came to stand in front of him. He could not help looking down at his penis; it was a singular involuntary act that he could not escape. His face was almost purple with shame as he looked back up at the demure young solicitor. It seemed to Tommy that it was his own fault that he was displaying himself so blatantly. He shivered as he replied.

"I am so sorry Miss. Erm... oh... yes miss, erm I will listen."

Francis was thrilled with his display of shame and anguish as she began to speak.

"This morning, Mrs Varna's daughter was moved to the local hospital and she has awakened from her coma, although she has not spoken as yet. That lets you off the hook for more serious charges to be brought against you. However, as you are obviously very aware... there is the second part of you punishment awaiting you." Francis saw the boy shiver as she reminded him of his impending fate.

"The doctor has passed you fit for punishment. Your bottom and legs are healed and I am recommending that you do not wait for the full seven days between punishments. It could all be over very quickly and you would have nothing hanging over you." Francis watched the tears form in his eyes as she continued.

"If you were to be a brave boy and get it over with, I would make sure that you are well looked after once it is finished." Francis could not resist moving close to the boy. She could feel his erect penis press against the front of her dress as she raised her hand and gently stroked his burning cheek. She deliberately pressed her slender body against his as she brushed a single tear from his face.

"It is entirely up to you Tommy, but I would recommend that you get it over with as soon as possible. Would you like to tell me what you think?"

Tommy could not help the tears, which suddenly flowed down his crimson cheeks. His voice was hardly audible as he spoke timidly to the young woman.

"I'm sorry miss, I mean for crying Miss. Erm... when... erm would it be... erm Miss?"

Francis knew that the question would be coming. She thrilled again as she answered him, her emotions torn between her sympathy for the boy and the excitement of her own arousal.

She could not help the exquisite shiver of delight that seared through her body as she answered him.

"It is better if you don't know Tommy. There is no point in undue worrying. I just need to know as your representative and legal advisor, whether you agree to forgo the interim period between punishments. Then it would be all over with."

Instinctively and mischievously, Francis reached down and wrapped her slender fingers around his penis. She looked up at him, her eyelids fluttering against cheeks as she looked at him demurely.

"I would try and help... erm... if I am allowed."

Tommy blushed so violently, that for a moment, Francis thought that he might faint.

"Oh Miss... erm I will agree, erm Miss."

Francis let go of him and stood back. She brushed the back of her hand against his burning cheek.

"Good boy Tommy. I will do the best for you that I can."

Abruptly she turned and walked from the room, leaving the naked boy standing spread-legged with his hands upon his head. Francis could not believe the intensity of her own sexual arousal as she hurried away. She knew that her cheeks were flushed as she walked into the living area of the house. Her feeling of excitement shocked her and yet she knew that she could not contain it.

She knew that she would not be able to hide her feelings from the perceptive Mrs Varna... or for that matter the young doctor. She blushed as she entered the sitting room area, aware that everyone was looking at her.

Assembled in the room were Mrs Varna and her two daughters. Her daughters were seated casually upon a large comfy-looking leather settee. To their right was Doctor Vickie Turner and standing behind her were four prison warders. The two maids, Aini and Aisah were preparing a tray upon a small occasional table.

Mrs Varna looked enquiringly at Francis, noting her flushed and harried demeanour.

Francis did not need the question; she looked embarrassedly at Mrs Varna and spoke. "Yes he has agreed."

Mrs Varna knew that Francis was feeling guilty and she moved towards her and gently placed her hand upon her cheek. "I know how you feel, but it is better this way." She turned to her maids and spoke clearly.

"Just take him a glass of water, nothing else. When he has drunk it, place him face down upon the bed and return here."

Both Aini and Aisah nodded. Aisah picked up a glass and water jug from the tray, leaving the food untouched.

It had been the previous evening, as Shareema had examined the boy's naked body, that she had realised that his flesh was completely devoid of the raised welts that had marked his flesh just a few days before.

She had spoken to Francis Hope on the telephone and had asked her to agree on her client's behalf... if the doctor was satisfied with his condition. Shareema had then telephoned the prison governor to make further arrangements.

*

Tommy, although embarrassed by the visit of the two maids as he stood naked with his hands upon his head, was grateful when they had kindly told him to take his hands down and had given him a glass of water. Thankfully his erection had subsided, assuaging him of some of his shame.

Now as he lay face down upon the bed, he began to think about the second part of his punishment. How was he going to be able to withstand the terrible onslaught to his body? Even though it had only been a few days ago, he was still unable to completely visualise the trauma or the terrible pain that he had felt. It was as if the entire punishment had been endured within a cocoon of anguish so severe, that the individual details were enshrouded in a deep veil of torment.

He lay quietly, his thoughts fearful of what was to come... and yet there were other visions in his mind; the wonderful feeling of care and concern by the pretty solicitor and the exquisite sexual sensations that he had experienced for the first time in his young life. It was if another dimension had opened up to him; one that had still to take a tangible form within his mind. His sexual awakening had been enshrouded in a feeling so intense; that he had not yet come to terms with the emotions his body was able to produce.

His reverie was suddenly and rudely interrupted. He hardly had time to look over his shoulder as four prison warders swiftly entered the room. He quaked in fear as their hands suddenly grasped his arms, quickly fastening them behind his back. He could feel a strap being placed around his ankles and his body being abruptly lifted from the bed and being placed, carefully but unceremoniously, facedown onto a gurney.

He did not even have time to protest as he was swiftly and efficiently wheeled through the house and outside into the sunlight. He just caught a glimpse of the wheels of the prison van as the gurney was slid up into its open doors.

He felt a hand being laid gently upon his bottom and heard a gentle voice whisper in his ear. "Just lie still and don't move, I am going to place a pillow under your head. Just relax now."

He felt his head being lifted and a firm pillow being placed beneath his cheek. For a fleeting moment, he could see the slender figure of one of the prison guards... and then darkness as the doors were shut. There was no light within the compartment and he shivered in trepidation as he realised that he was being taken back to the Kuantan prison.

The well-practised and efficient movement of prisoners was a procedure that was commonplace to Mika Tan and her fellow officers. However Mika Tan could not help feeling a thrill as she had laid her hand gently upon the young boy's tender buttocks. She relished the procedure that was to come - and knew that she would enjoy his embarrassment and humiliation while he was given an enema and then summarily bathed by her young compatriots.

Mika Tan knew, that anyone that had already undergone a prison strapping, was always kept handcuffed until they could be fastened for a second time to the X-shaped structure. The memory of their previous experience, often making then panic as they were prepared for further punishment. The guards had already experienced the frantic last minute attempts by inmates to escape and had instigated a far more secure procedure. The thought of having a boy undergo such a humiliating preparation brought a smile to her pretty face.

She watched the countryside pass by through her passenger window as she daydreamed of the events to come. She had never administered as many as twenty strokes of the strap until the day she had been ordered to punish the young boy. Now she was to administer the second session of twenty strokes.

What a punishment for his pale tender bottom and legs... forty strokes within just a few days!

She squeezed her pretty thighs together in a frisson of absolute delight at the thought. The fact that he was such an attractive young boy, gave her an extra thrill that was altogether different to anything she had experienced before.

She was delighted at the prospect of watching his pale bottom shivering and shaking under the onslaught of the thick leather strap. She pressed herself further down into the seat, unable to contain the sharp pang of pleasure that surged upwards from between her thighs.

*

It was less than one hour later that Timmy felt the smooth straps being fastened around his wrists and ankles as they pressed his spread-eagled body against the slender rubber covered bars of the cross.

It had been a whirlwind of activity from the moment that they had taken him from the bed at Mrs Varna's house. On arrival at the prison he had been hurried and bustled through a well-rehearsed procedure. His feet had hardly touched the floor as he had been swiftly taken to the tiled preparation room and summarily bent over upon the edge of a medical couch. His bottom had been lubricated and immediately penetrated by an enema nozzle. On completion, he had been carried by two warders, their forearms under each knee and their arms around his back, to the stainless steel toilet pan. They had held him firmly, seemingly unconcerned at his humiliation as he evacuated. He had blushed profusely as one of the nurses in attendance had nonchalantly wiped his bottom as if he were a young child.

His shame had totally overwhelmed him as they quickly stood him in a low bath; the guards holding his handcuffed wrists outward as the nurses began to wash him. He had shivered and gasped in complete humiliation as the nurses had deliberately and methodically washed every inch of his body. It was a procedure that was commonplace to the nurses as they took their places, one behind him and one in front. Tommy had cried out in embarrassment, raising himself on tiptoes, as the nurse at his rear had deftly penetrated his bottom with a soapy finger. He had not dared to look down. Instead, he had raised his head towards the ceiling in shame, as the other nurse had taken his penis and testicles between her delicate hands and had proceeded to wash his genitalia.

Tommy was completely unaware of the delight his subjugation and distress had caused the young nurses and warders; nor did he see their sly glances to each other, as they deliberately stimulated him to a full and throbbing erection.

They had dried him in the same deft and nonchalant manner before he had been unceremoniously hustled down the corridor towards the punishment room. The four warders had held him tightly as his legs had been quickly spread wide and his ankles and knees fastened to the frame.

Now as he felt the final strap being fastened around his waist, he shivered in fear and dread. The déjà vu of being fastened to the cross suddenly produced a clear and frightening image of his recent punishment.

Just as before, he had been fastened so that the slender rubber covered frame crossed at the exact point of his naval, leaving his still semi-erect penis and bulging testicles totally exposed between his widely spread thighs.

He felt the final tightening of the broad strap around his waist. It pressed him firmly against the crux of the cross, leaving his buttocks immobile and spread openly for the application of the strap.

Doctor Vickie Turner could not help the sharp thrill of excitement she felt as she entered the tiled room and saw the boy positioned so openly upon the solid steel frame.

It was always a delight to her as she placed the stethoscope around her neck and listened to the wildly beating heart of those awaiting punishment. She moved the diaphragm over his back, hearing his rapid breathing and the elevated, but solid, heartbeat.

She knew that it would be another five minutes before the witnesses arrived and took delight in running her hands over his back and buttocks. She moved around the cross and stood in front of the red-faced young boy. She could see that his lips were trembling and that there were already tears in his eyes as she looked at his face.

His pleading look thrilled her as she placed her hand gently against his burning cheek.

"Poor Tommy, never mind, it will soon be time. Now I want to check you over so give me a nice big cough when I tell you. Will you do that for me Tommy?"

In a frisson of pure delight, she ran her fingers delicately over his chest. Her fingertips lingering over the hard nubs of his nipples as she caressed him.

"Now sweetheart, let me just have a little feel of your testes. There we are!" She felt the skin of the scrotum recoil. "Were my hands cold sweetie?"

She could feel the boy flinch as she cupped her hand more firmly beneath his bulging scrotum and lifted his testicles. So open and vulnerable, she thought, as she squeezed them gently, watching the boy blush in embarrassment.

"Now give me a nice big cough, there's a good boy."

Her sense of power over such an exquisite looking young boy sent another thrill through her young body as she held the essence of his manhood within the palm of her hand.

Tommy coughed loudly, remembering the last time that she had repeated the embarrassing procedure until she was satisfied with his humiliating compliance to her instruction.

"Once more then sweetie."

Tommy felt his face flush as he coughed once more.

"That's the way. Now I am just going to have a little look at your penis. I promise that I will be very gentle with you."

She watched his face in delight as his cheeks flushed immediately to a deeper shade of red. Deliberately, she bent gracefully to one knee as she continued to hold his testicles. She pulled his scrotum forward with her right hand as she slipped the fingers of her left hand around the turgid shaft of his penis, sliding the foreskin smoothly down the shaft.

"My, you are an excitable little boy, aren't you Tommy!"

She knew that he would be blushing profusely as she began to manipulate the skin around the stiffening flesh. Delicately she brought the skin fully forward before swiftly pushing it back; this time allowing the palm of her hand to rub against the very tip of the glans. She could hear the boy gasp as she brought his penis to a full and violent erection.

"Well you certainly are showing off today, aren't you Tommy. Never mind, I know some little boys have trouble controlling themselves."

Vickie let go of him and stood up, just in time to see the boys face colour up to a deeper shade of crimson.

She placed her hand against his cheek, feeling the heat in his face as she trailed her fingers down to his neck. She pressed her body forward, letting her thin white tunic touch against the throbbing tip of his penis. She swayed her hips from side to side, letting the cotton brush against the sensitive glans as she looked into his eyes. She could not help adding to her own feeling of delight as she spoke again.

"Now try and be a brave boy when the pretty lady spanks your bottom for you. It will all be over before you know it."

Without taking her eyes from his, she slipped her hand around the shaft of his penis and squeezed it firmly. She could see the effect in his face, as his mouth hung open in a gasp of surprise.

"I promise that we will take good care of you when this is all over Tommy." Instinctively she pressed her face to his and kissed his trembling lips. She could see the look of sheer abandonment in his eyes as she stood back and let him go.

Vickie did not look at him again as she moved around the frame. She nodded to the four guards who were lined up against the far wall of the room before quickly walking towards the corridor.

Tommy could not help the tears of emotion fall down his cheeks. The kind words and tender kiss of the doctor had left him breathless. He explored the confines of his bindings, realising once again, that although his body was completely immobile, the smooth straps were not causing him any discomfort.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he looked around the room at the leather chairs that had been provided for witnesses and the two oxygen cylinders that were in the far corner of the room. He could hear the warders talking quietly between themselves, but he could not see them. He presumed that they must be standing somewhere to the back of the room behind him.

He waited in trepidation. He was acutely aware that his penis was erect and that his genitals were openly displayed between his widely spread legs. He blushed at the thought, as suddenly, he heard movement and voices coming from the corridor.

He felt a shudder run through his body. It was the result of a combination of fear and embarrassment. He felt his cheeks begin to burn with a deep blush as at first, he heard the giggles - and then saw Mrs Varna's two daughters come into his view. He groaned inwardly as the two pretty girls came to stand in front of him.

They were dressed in their school uniforms. Both of them carried shoulder bags. Their skirts seemed even shorter than he had remembered, displaying long golden thighs right down to their white knee stockings. He tried to look away from them as they held their hands over their mouths and whispered and giggled to each other. He was acutely aware that they were examining his naked body and that their centre of interest was his erect penis and testicles. He could hardly contain his anguish as they pointed and gestured towards his genitals, so openly displayed between his widely spread legs. He could not help watching them as, instead of sitting upon the leather chairs in front of him as they had done previously; they moved to stand at either side of the frame.

Suddenly his view was blocked by the appearance of one of the slender prison warders. He quickly realised that she was holding the prison strap in her hands. The sight of such a pretty young girl, holding the strap with which she was going to beat him, made him shudder. Again it was not just fear, but also the embarrassment and humiliation of being displayed naked and openly vulnerable in front of her. The knowledge, that such a pretty girl was going to actually administer the strap to his bared flesh, made him shiver with a myriad of emotions.

"Tommy Walsh. I am going to administer twenty strokes of the prison strap to your bottom and to your legs. This is the second and final part of your punishment. Please breathe deeply while you are being strapped."

Mika Tan looked into his eyes, her expression she hoped, showed nothing of her feelings. She glanced to her right, seeing that the prison governor and Mrs Varna were approaching the punishment frame. She looked back at Tommy and gave him a wry smile of sympathy, before moving to take up her position.

"Well Timothy, this is the last of it." The governor spoke clearly as she moved to stand in front of him.

"You are to be punished with twenty strokes of the strap, after that, your obligation to Mrs Varna will be satisfied. I will talk to you later, after the doctor has seen you, to advise you when you will be allowed to leave. Mrs Varna is going to have a word with you now."

Tommy looked at the pretty face of the Governor. He could feel tears forming and yet managed to stop himself from crying. It all seemed so formal and clinical... and yet here he was waiting to be beaten! He watched her as she moved away, wondering how he had ever got himself into this mess. The governor's slender figure moved gracefully away from his field of view, to be replaced by the exquisite beauty of Mrs Varna as she stepped forward.

Tommy was taken aback at the sight of her. He could not believe how beautiful Mrs Varna looked as she stood several paces away from the frame. Her hair was drawn back in a chignon, accenting her finely featured face and jaw line. She was beautifully made up. Her classic look was made even more sensual by the deep red lustre of her full and delicately delineated lips. She was dressed in a white Sari, the material so sheer that Tommy could see the clear outline of her exquisitely shaped breasts. The loosely woven material seemed to reveal and emphasise the superb beauty of her body. Her waist seemed impossibly slender and yet her hips flared beautifully above the firm toned flesh of her thighs.

The delicacy of the woven fabric allowed clear glimpses of her smooth golden skin. Her midriff was completely bared, the material hanging seductively from her hips as her beautifully shaped thigh slipped through the folds of the material as she stepped forward.

Tommy could hardly take his eyes from her as she raised her bare arm and gently lifted his chin so that he was looking into her eyes.

He shivered as her fingers touched him and she examined his face. Her voice was soft and sensual as she addressed him.

"Now Tommy, I am just going to have a little word with you."

Shareema could see that the boy was completely mesmerised by her. She had no false modesty about her looks and indeed had often used her physical allure to obtain what she wanted. She was delighted with the effect her face and body was having upon him. She knew that the Sari was intentionally revealing and had nearly changed her mind about wearing it when she had first seen the delicacy of the material being reflected in her bedroom mirror.

She looked deep into Tommy's eyes as she addressed him.

"Now Tommy, Miss Hope is here to witness your chastisement. However, for the first part of this punishment, I am going to stay with you. I will hold your penis and testicles for you... so that they are not in the way of the prison strap. I promise I will be very gentle."

Shareema watched the boy blush in utter shame and confusion before she moved forward, sensuously pressing her body against the frame. She could feel him tremble as she pressed her cheek close to his. She looked over his shoulder, seeing that she would have a perfect view of the strap as it smacked against his bare skin.

Shareema did not care whether anyone could see the shiver of delight that ran through her body as she slipped her hands between his legs, feeling for the delicious flesh of his penis and scrotum.

Tommy could not believe what was happening to him. His senses were alive with feelings so contrary, that he was completely mesmerised. He could feel the delicious pressure of her breasts against his chest and the smooth skin of her cheek against his, as she nestled against him. Her perfume seemed to be all around him. It was light and delicate and seemed to toy with his naïve sensibilities.

He could not help gasping in shock as he felt her cool and delicate fingers suddenly encase his scrotum. He gasped again, shivering as she sensuously wrapped the fingers of her other hand around the rigid flesh of his penis. He was almost breathless with emotion as she whispered in his ear.

"Be a brave boy, my little bare Tommy."

He inhaled deeply, his breath sounding hoarse in his throat. He was unable to contain the tremor that completely engulfed his body as she lifted his scrotum and gently squeezed his testicles. Her voice was soft in his ear as she slipped the foreskin of his penis smoothly down the shaft and pressed the glans against her body.

"Be brave sweetheart."

Tommy was suddenly aware of a cold liquid being applied to his buttocks and legs. It seemed as if the medication was a clear indication of where the strap would follow.

He was in an absolute turmoil of emotions as the medicating of his legs and buttocks stopped. The room seemed to quieten to a sacred hush as Mrs Varna pressed her breasts seductively against his chest and gripped his testicles more firmly.

Shareema could not contain her deep sigh of pleasure as she watched Mika Tan raise the strap. She knew that she was capable of climaxing at anytime. It was her sheer will power and the intimate knowledge of her own body that allowed her to hover on the brink between an extreme sexual piquancy and a climatic orgasm. She was looking forward to releasing the reins on her pent up emotions, but at the present moment was enjoying the delicate balance of being on the very edge.

Francis Hope had been watching and listening while Mrs Varna had talked to her young client. She could not help squeezing her legs together as she watched Mrs Varna reach down to take the boy's openly displayed penis and testicles between her delicate fingers.

Francis thought back to the abrupt manner in which the boy had been taken from the house by the prison staff.

As soon as the boy had been efficiently ensconced within the prison transport, Mrs Varna had turned her attention to Francis. The woman's dominating presence seemed to overwhelm her and Francis had blushed as Mrs Varna had told her what would be required of her.

She had been shocked and apprehensive as to whether she would be able to carry out the rather intimate and bold instructions that Shareema had devised for the boy's punishment. Her apprehension had turned to pure embarrassment as Mrs Varna had turned nonchalantly to her maids and had instructed them.

"Now I think we have time, so would you please take Miss hope with you to my bathroom. I would like you to give her a light massage, while I find her something suitable for her to wear." Shareema had turned to Francis, not bothering to ask whether or not she would have liked a massage.

"I will find you something to wear that is washable. After all, I am sure a junior solicitor cannot afford to keep soiling her clothing can she!"

Shareema had smiled at Francis. "It won't be a Sari on this occasion as the material is far too delicate, perhaps a nice white tunic dress would be just the thing."

Francis had flushed to a pretty shade of pink as the two young maids had led her away. She had blushed and fussed in embarrassment as they had deftly undressed her. Aisah had bent down on one knee and had slowly drawn her panties down to her ankles. Francis had suddenly blushed profusely, quickly trying to cover her smoothly shaven pubis from the eyes of the young girls.

Aisah and Aini had giggled in glee as they had led her to a firmly padded massage bed and laid her face down upon it. Francis had shivered and gasped in shock, as suddenly, their hands seemed to be everywhere upon her young body.

Smooth oils caressed her skin as the girls massaged her thoroughly. She had gasped in acute embarrassment, as simultaneously the hands of the pretty maids had travelled upwards upon the insides of her thighs.

Francis had shuddered in sensation as Aisah had quickly slipped her hands in-between the cheeks of her glistening upturned buttocks, while Aini had dipped her hands between her legs and had sensuously cupped her smoothly shaven pubis.

Francis quivered at the thought of how the young girls had deftly and nonchalantly brought her body to orgasm. Their skill and dexterity had left her helpless and shivering in sheer abandonment upon the massage bed. The girls had shown no embarrassment at all as they had smoothed their hands over her skin, talking softly to her as she lay shivering in emotion upon the smooth surface. After she had been able to calm down sufficiently, they had then bathed her, making her stand while their slender hands lathered and pampered her body. Lastly, they had and dried her and sensuously coated her body in a light and expensive cream.

Francis had not been able to stifle the gasp of embarrassment as Shareema had entered the room and had had appraised her naked body. She had handed her a light tunic dress made of the finest white cotton. Her knowing look had made Francis blush again as Shareema had spoken to her.

"There is no need to blush Miss Hope. I am well aware of what the girls have done to you. It doesn't do to repress your sexual feelings so deeply. Now forget about wearing a bra or panties. Just put this on, it should fit you perfectly."

Francis had been aware of Shareema watching her intently as she had put on the dress. She had just finished buttoning the tunic up fully, when Shareema had stepped forward and had undone three of the buttons at her knee, baring her legs to mid thigh. She had then undone a further two buttons at the neck, allowing her cleavage to show.

Francis tried to extinguish these thoughts from her mind as she looked around the tiled room to see whether anyone was paying her attention. She realised that all of the assembled staff were entirely focussed upon the naked body of the young American boy as he awaited his punishment.

Francis looked towards him with mixed feelings of both pity and excitement. How must he feel, she thought, being openly spread and naked and knowing that his bared flesh would soon receive the intense sting of the prison strap.

She could not help squeezing her thighs together in a frisson of sexual delight, making her suddenly very aware of her nakedness beneath the white tunic. The fine cotton felt sensuous against her skin, as if it were deliberately caressing her body.

The sudden silence within the room dispelled the last vestiges of her reverie as she looked towards Mika Tan. The young and slender prison warder looked quite relaxed, almost nonchalantly appraising the boy's naked body as she held the strap high.

Shareema was in her own haven of acute delight as she awaited the start of the punishment. She could feel his young body trembling in fear as she pressed her breasts against his bared chest.

The sound of the first stroke seemed to fill the room. The leather rushed down through the air in a perfect arc and embedded its terrible sting into the soft pale flesh of the young boy's bottom cheeks.

Shareema felt him raise his head against her cheek as he cried out in absolute and utter anguish.

"Ooooohhhh. Sssssss....ssss."

The percussive hiss of his breath through his clenched teeth seemed to spur Shareema to a beautiful and private moment of sheer pleasure. Her words of comfort seemed to add to her excitement as she held his quivering body tightly against hers. Her delight was profound as she pressed her breasts against his heaving chest in a delicious release of sexual delight. "Poor bare Tommy, fancy having to have his little bottom spanked so thoroughly." Her words were interrupted by the second stroke of the strap. Shareema thrilled as she saw that it had lifted the cheeks of his bottom, splaying the under-part of the pale flesh.

She wondered whether Mika Tan had remembered her instructions. She need not have worried as the next stroke fell against the back of his legs. Shareema squeezed the boy's testes delicately as she began to slide his foreskin up and down the firm shaft of his penis. She could feel his body quiver in absolute distress as the strap enveloped the tender flesh of his thighs.

She increased the firmness of her grip upon his penis as she manipulated his foreskin, letting her hand stimulate the sensitive rim of the corona each time she brought the skin up to the sensitive head of the glans. The strap continued to fall upon his flesh. The intensity of its sting was heralded by renewed cries of anguish from the young boy. Shareema thrilled with each painful echoing slap of the thick prison strap.

His cries of anguish and pain were like music to her ears as she whispered softly to him. "There, poor bare Tommy... is the pretty lady making your little bottom and legs smart? Never mind, it will all be over soon. Be a brave little boy!"

She squeezed his scrotum more firmly, feeling the soft orbs move within their scrotal sac as she increased the pressure of her hand around his penis. She watched over his shoulder as the fifth stroke fell. She felt the boy raise his head and cry out in utter anguish.

She knew that she would climax soon. Her sensual predilections had been thoroughly piqued at the thought of the boy's punishment. Now was the time for the culmination of her pent up sexuality!

She quickened the pace of her fingers as once again the strap fell against his naked flesh. She knew, that however anguished and tormented the boy's emotions were; he would have to ejaculate soon. Even through his pain, she could feel his penis reluctantly throb and flare in response to her skilful stimulation of his captive flesh.

Her words deliberately goaded his young senses, his naïve sensibilities unable to cope with her constant verbal and physical stimulation.

"There, poor bare Tommy, try and keep still while the pretty lady spanks your little bottom for you."

She looked to her left and nodded to her daughter. She did not need to elaborate further as the girl dropped to one knee beside her. Without hesitation the young girl replaced her mother's hands around the young boy's scrotum. Shareema knew that Jane would do an excellent job and leave her free to use both hands upon the trembling boy's penis.

Claire had watched her sister, noticing that her lips were parted and that her tongue was protruding between her pretty lips, as she diligently began to knead the boy's testes.

She did not take her eyes from her sister as she reached into her satchel and produced some tissues, which she opened, waiting for her mother's instruction.

Shareema was now using one hand to stretch the boy's foreskin back firmly against the shaft. She then encircled the head of his penis with the fingers of her other hand which she had formed into a circle. She knew that the boy would not be able to resist such intense stimulation. Even as the strap enveloped his flesh for the ninth time, she could feel his body suddenly tense. His muscles locked into a stricture as she casually nodded to Claire.

Her words were like honey as she callously and vigorously manipulated the flesh of the trembling young boy.

"Poor bare Tommy, never mind sweetheart. Just be a brave boy and take your punishment."

Shareema nodded at Mika Tan and watched with a cat-like sexual satisfaction as the strap bit into the very centre of his buttocks. She moved her body back from the boy as Claire reached between their bodies and held the tissues above his straining penis. Jane impudently squeezed his testes firmly at the very moment she felt them draw upwards.

His cry of pain accompanied his reluctant and forceful ejaculation. He quivered from head to foot as the pain of the tenth stroke of the strap accompanied his anguished sexual climax. Shareema could see that the boy was in utter torment. She knew that the pain of the strap would correlate and connect intrinsically with his tortured ejaculation. She was acutely aware that this feeling would be so profound, that both experiences would meld as one.

Mika Tan let the strap rest as she watched Mrs Varna busily manipulating the boy.

Shareema loved the feeling of power she had over the sexually naïve young boy. The accuracy and effectiveness of her deliberate stimulation delighted her. She looked over his shoulder at Miss Hope and nodded to her, before gesturing meaningfully to Mika Tan.

Tommy was in turmoil. His vision was blurred and he seemed to have to fight for every breath as the strap laid its message of pain across the centre of his buttocks - and yet the gentle whisper and soothing voice of Mrs Varna had made him cling to her every word. Her cheek placed so gently against his had given him comfort and yet had made him open himself up to his emotions. Tears fell down his cheeks as if they would assuage some of his anguish.

In the midst of this onslaught of pain to his body, was the incredible sensation of pleasure. He had felt himself give way in complete abandonment to the firm manipulation of his penis and the gentle massaging of his testicles.

As the tenth stroke had seared across his bottom, he had felt the incredible and inexorable fountain of intense emotion shoot upward from deep within his loins.

He could not contain or control the intensity of his feelings as his semen jetted upwards from his penis. It seemed as if each tormented ejaculation was being wrenched from his body. His climax was so anguished and yet he could not seem to quell its vigour.

He could feel his body shiver and shake within the tight confines of his bindings and yet the stimulation to his penis and testicles seemed unending. He felt as if he would expire within a tumultuous explosion of exquisite pain and pleasure.

Shareema realised that it had been almost two minutes before the boy had stopped ejaculating. She had kept up her intense stimulation, not allowing the boy any respite as she bent to her knees and moved her body nearer to Claire. It was as she knelt that Shareema luxuriously allowed her own pleasure to overtake her body.

Her outward appearance completely belied her intensive and exquisite orgasm. She looked so graceful as she sat back on her heels, her back straight and her slender arms outstretched towards the young boy. Her only visible indication was as she closed her eyes and drew in a deep and satisfying breath.

Shareema could see the boy's hips vainly trying to writhe out of the reach of her busy fingers as she stimulated him mercilessly. She looked up, seeing that Francis Hope had obediently come to stand in front of the boy as she had instructed her to do.

Francis moved into the space between Shareema and her daughter. They had allowed just enough room in front of the frame so that she could move between them and stand close to the naked boy.

Francis glanced down at Shareema who was kneeling gracefully to her left and smiled at her. She turned to her right to see that Shareema's daughter, Jane, had adopted a similarly graceful posture.

Francis could feel the delicate hand of Mrs Varna against the front of her tunic as she moved her body closer to the boy. She knew that Shareema was still continuing to gently manipulate the boy's penis and that her young daughter was still carefully kneading his testes.

Miss Hope's expression was a picture of concern as she observed the wretchedness etched into the blushing face of the young boy. There was a look of anguish and pleading within his eyes as she moved her body even closer to him. She let her breasts press against his chest as she looked into his eyes and spoke softly to him.

"Poor baby, never mind, it will all be over soon. Be a brave little boy Tommy."

Suddenly the eleventh stroke fell against the anguished flesh of the young boy. His head reared up and he screamed in pain. Francis quickly placed her left arm around his waist. She smoothed her hand sensuously over the smooth skin of his back. The palm of her hand keeping well above the strap that held his waist to the frame.

She pressed her cheek to his, placing her right hand smoothly around his head. She brushed her fingers through his hair before letting her fingertips gently play with the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck. As if they were lovers, she held his blushing cheek close to hers.

She could not help a feeling of excitement suddenly scorch through her body like a raging inferno, as his screams rang out in a long and wretched wail of emotion. His body shivered against hers as he fought to absorb the pain of his punishment.

"Poor Tommy, is the pretty lady making your bottom sore? You poor child, let mummy take care of you. It will all be over soon sweetheart."

Francis could not believe that she could feel so thrilled as the young boy was subjected to such a severe strapping. She felt her body tremble as she became aware of gentle fingers against her thighs. She blushed as she realised that Shareema was carefully unbuttoning the front of her dress. She could feel herself blush again, as she realised that her tunic was now fully open from her knees to her waist.

She moved her hips forward in an attempt to hide her nakedness from the assembled staff and visitors. Suddenly she felt Shareema press the boy's penis against the soft and sensitive flesh of her pubis. She shivered in sensation as cleverly Shareema began to rub the very tip of his penis against the sensitive hood of her clitoris.

She shivered with the acute stimulation to her body as she watched the strap fall against the boy's spread-eagled body. She could not help pressing her hips forward as she held the young boy close to her.

Francis could hardly contain her excitement as Shareema expertly encouraged her sexual arousal. She whispered to the young boy. "There baby Tommy. Does it hurt sweetheart, never mind... mummy will kiss it all better when this is over."

She could feel the boy shiver and shake as she held him to her. The sensation between her legs was almost overwhelming as she felt Shareema deftly rub the tip of his penis over and over her sensitive and aroused flesh. She could feel that her clitoris had stiffened and become exposed. She was also aware that the lips of her labia had become moist with desire. She knew that she was helpless under the expert and relentless sexual stimulation of Shareema's delicate touch.

Shareema watched from between the boy's legs as the strap fell yet again. The leather was licking around the inside of his thighs as she began to manipulate the boy more firmly. She knew that his anguish was not just from the strapping but also from her callous stimulation of his penis, which she knew would have become almost agonisingly ultra sensitive after his prolonged ejaculation.

In a deft and almost callous manner, she slipped the head of his penis up and down, along the plump lips of the young solicitors labia. She pushed the penis up and forward, letting the urethral opening of the penis envelop the stiffened nub of the girl's exposed clitoris.

Even as the stokes of the strap fell across his legs and buttocks Shareema could sense that his penis was beginning to erect once more, from the plump and turgid state of post ejaculation, to a rigid and vibrant shaft of flesh. She slipped the foreskin up and down in a rapid motion as she let the tip tease and stimulate the young girl's clitoris.

Shareema could sense a shiver of pleasure emanate from Francis. Nonchalantly she took one hand away from the boy and slid her delicate fingers upwards between Francis hope's firm thighs. Impulsively she let her fingertips trail between the plump lips of her sex. She felt the girl immediately shiver in response as she teased her.

Shareema could also feel that the boy's penis was beginning to pulse. She began to increase the rapidity of her strokes, her delicate fingers deftly stimulating the head of his penis in a flurry of motion.

Suddenly she heard the clear well-bred voice of her daughter.

"I think his things are moving mummy, I think that they are drawing up just like they did before."

Shareema smiled to herself as she increased the pressure upon the tip of his penis by rubbing it in a series of quick motions over the firm nub of Francis's clitoris. She knew that neither the boy or Miss hope would be able to ignore this intense stimulation to their aroused genitalia.

As the sixteenth stroke fell across the backs of his legs, Francis realised that she could not help the overwhelming feeling of her impending orgasm. She knew that she would not be able to withstand the onslaught to her senses any longer. She looked at Mika Tan and spoke, her voice carrying clearly above the wretched screams and sobs of the young boy.

"Yes please, all of them on the bottom please."

"Whapppp!"

The boy reared his head as the strap struck again. He cried out in torment not just from the pain, but also from the intense sexual encouragement that he was receiving from Mrs Varna and her daughter. The pain seemed to intensify and promote his feeling of sexual abandonment. He knew that he was at the point of no return. He could not control the high frequency shivers that ran through his body. He felt his muscles begin to tighten.

"Whapppp!"

Shareema thrilled as she felt his body tremble in such an exquisite manifestation of pain and pleasure. She pressed the tip of his penis firmly against the nub of the girl's erected flesh, which seemed to be quivering in anticipation of her attention. Cruelly she began to rotate the tip of his penis against the hardened core as her fingers flew over his flesh. She was well aware that this was a torturous sensation for any young boy, never mind a boy so young and sexually naïve as Tommy.

Francis could feel her face flush in embarrassment as she realised that she was about to experience an orgasm. She knew that it was inevitable and irrevocable. Her base instincts won the day as she added to her pleasure by whispering to the young boy as he shivered and shook in her arms.

"Poor bare Tommy, fancy having to have a pretty lady spank your bottom so severely. Poor baby, shall I kiss it better when this is all over Tommy... mmm?"

Shareema listened to her words in delight as her fingers flew over the tender rim of the boy's glans penis. She could feel the solid organ throb violently between her fingers as she saw the strap raised for the twentieth time. She looked over her shoulder to Claire and saw that she was well prepared for her role. She was already standing to the side of the frame, studiously holding her hand up in the air to stop the glistening lubricant from spilling from her two extended fingers.

Shareema allowed herself the release of pleasure that ran through her loins as she intensified her merciless stimulation of the young boy's genitals.

"Wapppp!"

The leather strap bit into the centre of the Tommy's buttocks. It seemed to him, as if the strap was propelling something deep inside him. It was if it had instigated a sexual volcano over which he had no control.

He began to ejaculate helplessly, his emotions so tormented and anguished that he could not tell pain from pleasure. His young body had been relentlessly and remorselessly plundered of every vestige of his naïve emotions. The pain and the pleasure seemed to mingle together as he reared his head and cried out in an overwhelming manifestation of deep and tormented emotion.

Francis was similarly moved as she allowed her climax to pervade her young body. She could feel the hot jets of the young boy's semen splash against the flat of her tummy. She could not help squeezing her legs together in a pure and unrestrained culmination of her pent-up desires.

"Poor baby, did it hurt darling... never mind. Little boys have to have their bottoms spanked if they are to be good little boys."

She could feel his penis throbbing and spurting against her naked flesh as she watched Shareema's young daughter bend daintily behind the boy's widely stretched legs. The young girl showed no hesitation as she slipped her hand between the cheeks of his buttocks. She seemed to linger for a moment as her fingertips toyed with his sphincter – and then suddenly her hand moved smoothly upwards, disappearing between the pliant mounds of tortured flesh.

Francis felt the boy shudder as his sphincter was penetrated. His penis seemed to thrust against her as jets of semen erupted from the tip and splattered against her. Suddenly she felt his penis being forced downwards between her legs. Her eyes opened wide in shock as Shareema slipped the throbbing organ between the lips of her labia.

Francis could not help her base emotions coming to the fore, as she let herself engulf the young boy's penis deep inside her. She squeezed her legs together in sheer orgasmic delight as his throbbing organ filled her. Yet even with this intensity of exquisite fulfilment, she was able to goad the boy's delicate emotions.

"There we are baby, it's all over now. Poor Tommy is your little bottom sore?"

She squeezed her thighs together sensuously, feeling the boy still spurting violently within her as she held him captive.

There, there, Tommy. Let mummy make it all better for you."

Tommy could not countenance or analyse the sensations he was feeling. He knew that he was ejaculating wildly and yet was helpless within the throes of his sexual climax.

He did not know whether his strapping was over or what was happening to him. He had had no experience to deal with the expert and ruthless plundering of his emotions. Each new sensation seemed to eclipse the last. He shivered and shook as he ejaculated helplessly, his body in a state of sheer abandonment.

*

It was on the evening of the third day after the young boy's strapping that Shareema arrived home from the hospital with her daughter Julie. As they sat facing each other on the deep cushioned couches in their sitting room, Shareema began to ascertain the facts of her daughter's adventures.

"I should have taken more care mummy. But I was with Roger from college. Anyway, you know what a dweeb he can be. We were making love in the long grasses, you know by the Kuantan Road." Shareema raised her eyebrow at her daughter.

Julie looked indignant and continued. "You know how pent-up I get sometimes. Well I was riding Roger..." she paused and looked at her mother.

"Look, don't keep raising your eyebrow. You must know that I use the boys at college sometimes. I can't always keep running to the girls for a massage, especially when I am at college all week. Now are you going to listen to me or not?"

Julie gave her another look of indignation and Shareema felt herself laughing at her eldest daughter. She knew very well that Julie had inherited her own delicious sexual predilections and appetite.

"Alright Julie, tell your story, but there is more hanging on this than you know!"

Julie looked intrigued but carried on.

"Well where was I... oh yes I was riding Roger." She giggled mischievously. "I warned him not to come too soon... and well he let me down. I was so cross with him that I squeezed his balls." She looked at her mother again.

"Don't look so shocked. I squeezed his testicles... is that better? Anyway I must have hurt him, because he got really cross. So to cut a long story short... I got up really quickly and threw his clothes and shoes into the grass and ran before he had time to do anything. I just didn't realise how close I was to the road. You can't see through the grasses - and there I was, suddenly in the middle of the road with no panties on and a lorry coming. That's the last I remember until I woke up in hospital." Julie looked suddenly serious and contrite.

"I am so sorry mother if I caused you a lot of anxiety. You know I wouldn't hurt or worry you deliberately. I didn't really remember much until last night in the hospital – and then it all suddenly came back to me. I am so sorry to have caused you distress."

Shareema softened her heart to her daughter. She smiled at the beautiful young girl as she spoke.

"I know sweetheart, but let me tell you my story."

Shareema talked long into the night. She spared no detail. Even including her rather intriguing and expert enticement of Francis Hope. Julie had responded with avid questions about the young American boy. She had not disguised her prurient interest and had relished the description of his perfect good looks and physique.

"Well Julie, I will go and see him first thing tomorrow morning. After that it may be too late to do anything for him, as they will probably release him sometime during the day. I saw him yesterday and his skin looked to be healing nicely. What is done is done, but if we can do something for him, then I will offer."

Shareema pre-empted her daughter's next question. "No I will go on my own before you ask. But if possible I will bring him back to spend a few days with us. I would like you to be here for your sisters when they get home from college. If he agrees to come back with me, then I will ring you so that you can warn the staff and your sisters. How's that?"

Julie nodded her assent as she got up and headed towards her bedroom.

*

"Come along Tommy let's have you laid on your front now." Doctor Vickie Turner watched the young American boy blush as she stripped the single sheet from his body before he could protest. She turned her head away, seemingly to alleviate his embarrassment as he turned over on to his front.

She bent over him as he lay naked, face down upon the bed. Although his skin showed many marks, there were none of the raised welts that she had observed after his strapping.

She smoothed her fingertips over his legs and then up over his upturned bottom, feeling him shiver as she teased him. She had teased him constantly, as well as milking his penis several times over the previous day. In fact, since his punishment, she had been looking forward to milking him as soon as his skin had healed sufficiently so that he could be laid upon his back.

To her delight, Pia and Anis had discovered that he had had an erection as he had woken up the previous morning. They had immediately marched him to the gynaecological chair in ward two had had fastened him to the stirrups before he had realised what was happening.

Doctor Vickie Turner savoured the moment that she had walked into the examination ward and looked down upon his prostrated naked body. She knew that her words had belittled him and embarrassed him so deeply that he had blushed his way through the entire procedure.

"Well, Tommy. I am ashamed of you. I would have thought that you would have learned your lesson after all that has happened to you. Fancy embarrassing my young nurses so! Showing off your little penis in such a blatant fashion! I am afraid that you will have to have your testes thoroughly drained... and upon a regular basis. I will also have to report your behaviour to the Prison Governor."

She had informed Atikah over the intercom and waited until the young governor had arrived. Between them they had milked him so comprehensively that he had almost fainted away. Both Vickie and Atikah had prodded and goaded his young senses, enjoying every second of his sexual torment without any feelings of guilt or remorse.

Now, as Doctor Vickie Turner appraised the contours of the beautiful young boy, she felt a thrill run through her slender frame, delighted with the sight of his pale young body and his blushing face.

"Right Tommy, let's have you up on your hands and knees... there that's the way. Just spread your knees a little wider. Now go down on to your elbows until your chest is flat on the bed... there we are. What a good little boy you are."

Vickie took great delight in positioning the young boy until she was satisfied. She knew that he was utterly embarrassed by the ignominy of his posture. His genitals hung freely and easily accessible between his widely spread legs. His buttocks were spread apart and Vickie could see the neatly puckered star of his sphincter as she reached for a tube of lubricant.

One might think that Tommy would have become acclimatised to his nakedness – even perhaps to the procedures that had been applied to his young body. Nothing could be further from the truth!

Doctor Vickie Turner and her staff had ensured that Tommy was never able to distance himself from any of their ministrations. Vickie was consummately skilled in the subjugation and humiliation of her prisoners. She took great pleasure in subjecting them to the most embarrassing and shameful situations. To have such a beautiful young boy under her charge thrilled her completely.

She had kept the young American boy totally off-balance, his blushing face always looking to her anxiously as she instigated another embarrassing procedure.

When Governor Sumalie had informed her that Mrs Varna would be visiting the boy and taking him back to her home. Vickie had decided to further embarrass the young boy before he was released from under her charge.

"Are you comfortable Tommy?" She ruffled his hair as she held the tube of lubricant so that it was within his view. She watched his face blush to a deep shade of red as she bent low so that her face was close to his. "I am just going to lubricate your little bottom so that I can take your temperature. Promise me you will keep still sweetie!"

Vickie thrilled as she saw him blush to a deeper shade of red. She stroked her hand over his back, letting her fingers gently trail over his skin as they smoothed their way to his upturned buttocks.

"Deep breaths now sweetheart." She uncapped the lubricant and smeared the gel over her fingers, sensuously coating them as she leaned forward.

"Just relax, there we are... let your muscles go slack so that I can penetrate your bottom properly."

Tommy inhaled deeply as he felt her fingers press against the cheeks of his bottom. He shivered as her fingertips teased the entrance to his sphincter.

"Ooooh... oooOOOH."

His response delighted Vickie as she slipped two fingers up through the neatly puckered stricture. "There we are! Now try and keep still for me." Her fingers probed deeper as she felt for the pliant mound of his prostate gland. She saw his whole body stiffen as she prodded it gently.

"Just a little more... then I think we can pop the thermometer in." She let her fingers roam freely inside him as she looked over to the medical trolley.

Vickie thrilled as she saw the metal and glass thermometer lying in the kidney shaped dish upon the surface of the trolley. She had no idea where the thermometer had originated, or its possible intended purpose. She had found it when she had first come to the prison. The supply cupboards had required an inventory and she had diligently removed everything from the shelves as well as the many boxes of supplies that had looked like they had not been opened for years.

At the very bottom of one of the boxes she had found the rather curious antique looking thermometer. Vickie had carefully examined the heavy metal covered glass device. The round bowl of the gauge was about one and three-quarter inches in diameter. The bowl narrowed to a long spherical gauge of about eight inches in length. It was entirely encased in metal, save for a quarter of an inch wide slit, which allowed the toughened glass to show through. The mercury was dyed a deep red making the level extremely easy to read.

Having cleaned up the chromium plate - and tested the thermometer's accuracy, Vickie had used it on every possible occasion, delighting in the gasps and groans as she inserted it into the rectal or vaginal openings of her prisoner patients.

She swirled her fingers around the boy's prostate gland before gently extricating her hand from between his widely spread cheeks. She heard him gasp as her knuckles passed backwards through his sphincter.

"Right Tommy, I will just coat the thermometer and then we'll be ready."

Tommy was laid with his head turned to his right, his cheek resting upon his hands. He could feel the heat from his face as the doctor came into his view. He almost balked as he saw her pick up the large bulbous ended thermometer. He could not take his eyes away from her hands as she began to coat the shining chromium plated ball. It seemed to Tommy that the device was far too large to fit into his bottom. She was holding the long stem firmly in one hand, the fingers of her other hand seemed to mesmerise him as she sensuously smoothed the lubricant around and around the large diameter of the ball.

Vickie was well aware of the boy's attention as she bent low and looked into his eyes. "You will promise me that you will relax your bottom, won't you Tommy?"

Tommy could hardly speak as she held the thermometer closer to him. She was almost taunting him with it, as he lay upon his chest, his bottom raised high in the air above his widely spread thighs.

Vickie moved to the intercom upon the wall and pressed the button with her elbow. "Pia and Anis to room one, please!" She smiled at the young boy as she moved behind his widely spread thighs. His penis and testicles hung down below the apex, allowing her to observe any sexual reaction.

She looked over her shoulder as the two nurses appeared almost instantly. She spoke clearly so that Tommy would hear her every word.

"I would like his bottom cheeks stretched nice and wide please girls. Oh and Pia, if you would reach underneath him and hold his penis while Anis holds his testicles. Sometimes little boys react to having their little bottoms penetrated with this particular thermometer."

Tommy raised his head in shock as suddenly his buttocks were stretched widely apart. He could feel the delicate fingers of the young girls as they reached beneath him and suddenly grasped his penis and testicles. Try as he might he could not stifle a moan of protest as they held him firmly.

"Oh... please, erm it's too big... oooOOH."

Tommy cried out as the bulbous end of the thermometer was pressed firmly against his sphincter. He shivered as he felt the cold metal begin to penetrate the opening to his bottom.

"Oh... please nooooo!"

His cries went unheeded as the ball of metal and glass forced the flesh apart, slowly penetrating the very core of his being. He felt as if his bottom was being stretched wider and wider. The bowl of the thermometer continued its inexorable journey. The ring of the sphincter was seemingly trying to evade the cruel incursion as he gasped and groaned in utter distress.

"Keep your bottom fully relaxed now Tommy. Take deep breaths please. Come along now, in... out... in... out... there, that's the way."

Tommy gasped and groaned trying his best to breathe as instructed. It seemed as if his bottom would stretch no further when, suddenly, the bowl seemed to propel itself upwards into his bottom as the sphincter closed over the device.

"Ooooh... hoooo!" Tommy cried out in distress, trying to come to terms with the sudden fullness inside his bottom.

"There we are. My, my, so much fuss over having your little bottom penetrated. Now stay still while I adjust it."

Vickie watched as Pia and Anis let go of the boy's buttocks and genitalia. Pia smiled, almost giggling as she gestured towards his penis. The flesh had become full and turgid and Vickie delightedly reached between his legs and slipped her fingers around the shaft. Deftly she retracted his foreskin, feeling for a response as she carefully orientated the thermometer until she was sure that the bowl was pressing against his prostate gland.

"Well Tommy, I really don't know what all the fuss was about. Now try and keep still while I check you over."

She increased the strength of her grip around the base of his penis and quickly slipped the foreskin up and down the shaft in a series of rapid movements.

"Is there any sensation here? Any pain or discomfort?"

Tommy blushed profusely as he felt his penis begin to throb in response to her skilful manipulation.

"Oh... erm it erm feels erm... oooOH." Tommy gasped as he felt her fingers squeeze the very tip of his penis – and at the same time his scrotum being grasped firmly.

Vickie nonchalantly manipulated the boy until his penis was throbbing with such vigour that she knew that he was near to ejaculating. She took her hands away from him and stood back. She was delighted to see that the boy's face had turned to a bright shade of crimson. How embarrassing for him, she thought. To be knelt upon the examination couch with his bottom thrust high in the air and his thighs spread wide, displaying a full and throbbing erection.

"Right Tommy, stay like that until I am ready to read your temperature. You are having a visit today from Mrs Varna and your solicitor Miss Hope. I am not sure what time they will be arriving. So the sooner I can get you finished up here and get you milked of your semen, the better. I am sure that Miss Hope will want to examine your bottom... and it would be rather embarrassing for you if your penis was still erect, now wouldn't it!"

She watched the boy blush to an even deeper shade of crimson as she observed his naked body. His chest was pressed to the surface of the bed. His spine was dipped in an arc as it rose towards his buttocks, which were thrust upwards above his widely splayed thighs. At least six inches of the thermometer protruded from between the cheeks of his bottom. His penis was jutting forward beneath him, clearly visible, either from the side... or from the rear.

Surely, Vickie thought, there could be no position more embarrassing for a young boy! She looked at her watch and smiled to herself as she heard footsteps approaching the ward.

"Now push your bottom up as high as you can Tommy, I don't want the gauge slipping out of position."

Tommy blushed and groaned in his misery. He could feel the pressure of the thermometer deep within his bottom. It felt so firmly lodged that he was quite sure that it would not move.

He suddenly shivered, as at first he heard voices from the corridor - and then footsteps upon the tiled floor of the ward. He blushed profusely as the doctor spoke.

"Oh Governor Sumalie... you've brought Mrs Varna... and Miss Hope. How nice to see you both. I didn't know what time you would be coming. I was hoping to have Tommy checked over before you got here. I am afraid it will be another ten minutes before the thermometer has registered properly."

Mrs Varna's voice was quite casual although she had a mischievous look in her eye; observing the boy's ignominious position as she replied.

"Don't worry doctor. The boy is in a perfect position for Miss Hope to examine his bottom and I need to talk to him. So if I could have a chair please!"

Tommy shivered in shame as he felt gentle fingers stroke over his buttocks and the soft voice of Miss Hope.

"Hello Tommy. I am just going to examine your bottom. It really seems to have healed very well. Just keep still for me while I have a look at you."

Tommy felt his whole face burning with shame as Miss Hope's hands began to explore his bottom and in-between his thighs.

Francis paused as she stoked her fingers gently over the marks upon the cheeks of his bottom. She could feel the boy shiver in shame as she ran her fingers down over the inner flesh of his thighs and up underneath him. She saw that his penis was thrusting forward as she bent lower. She casually let her fingers trail over the tightened skin of his plump scrotum as she reached for the shaft of his penis. Her voice showed no trace of her sexual excitement as she addressed the young doctor.

"You seem to have done an excellent job, Doctor. His penis seems to be erect, is that caused by the size of the thermometer? I don't think I have ever seen one quite so large."

Vickie almost giggled as she caught the doublé entendre. "Possibly... the bowl is quite wide in diameter and will be pressing against his prostate gland. Mind you, little boys have very poor control over their emotions."

Tommy blushed again at the doctor's humiliating pronouncement. He saw that Mrs Varna was pulling up a chair to the side of the bed. He could not help looking at her as she seated herself and leaned forward so that her beautiful face was close to his. Her expression was one of compassion as she laid her hand gently upon his cheek. He was completely mesmerised by her beauty and utterly overwhelmed by the look of tenderness upon her face. Her voice was soft and beguiling as she spoke to him.

"Now Tommy. It transpires that I have done you a terrible injustice. The facts only became clear to me yesterday afternoon... and so I have come to apologise to you - and to thank you for attending my daughter at the roadside. I want to take you home with me so that I can try and alleviate some of the physical injustices that have been wrought upon you. I cannot change what has happened, but I can try and make some amends." She stroked his cheek gently and looked deep into his eyes.

"Early this morning, I had your car and your personal belongings transported to my house. You would be my guest until your poor little bottom and legs have healed completely."

Tommy was suddenly overcome with emotion. It was as if his reserves of fortitude had suddenly dissipated. He could not hold the tears back as he looked into the beautiful and compassionate face of Mrs Varna. He shivered as her delicate fingers brushed away the tears from his cheeks.

He heard the doctor address her. "I am sure that Miss Hope will agree with me; that it is in the boy's best interest for him to be properly cared for... both physically and emotionally. Therefore I will make a medical supervision order for a period of not less than fourteen days. This will give you full authority over him. It will authorise you to supervise and administer any treatment you seem fit for his benefit."

Mrs Varna looked up at the young doctor and gave her a rather conspiring look. The doctor continued. "Will you retain Miss Hope to look after his interests?"

Mrs Varna looked across at Francis Hope. "Will that be alright with you Miss Hope... if I retain you for another two weeks? It would require that you visit him daily."

Francis felt a thrill run through her body as she thought of the prospect. She smoothed her hand gently over the young boy's buttocks as she replied. "Oh yes Mrs Varna, I am sure that what the doctor has suggested is in the best interests of my client."

*

It was seven o'clock in the evening before Aini and Aisah finally laid the boy gently upon his back. They had massaged his buttocks and his thighs almost constantly for the last five hours. Only breaking off from their ministrations to feed him. His naïve sensibilities had not been immune to the embarrassment of such an intimate and soothing massage. He blushed to a deep shade of red as he looked down at his erect penis, which was standing upward from between his thighs.

The girls seemed totally unperturbed by his erection. Aisah gently stroked her fingers over his jaw line, letting her hand trail down to his chest and on to his stomach. She looked at him enquiringly, raising her eyebrow as she wrapped her slender fingers around the shaft of his penis.

"Well, well Master Tommy, you are such an impetuous little boy aren't you. Have you been uncomfortable while you have been laid upon this?" She squeezed the shaft as she slipped the foreskin down over the head of the glans penis.

Aini looked at him slyly as she bent and kissed him softly upon the lips. "I think that some provision has been made for this kind of occasion. Please lie still while I inform Mrs Varna." Tommy felt himself blushing profusely as Aini left the room. He looked towards Aisah who was nonchalantly sliding her fingers up and down the shaft of his penis. Tommy felt his penis suddenly throb as the sexual tensions of the afternoon sought their release.

Suddenly he felt her pinch the tip of his penis between her finger and thumb – and then quickly cup her hands around his scrotum, pulling his testicles downwards in a deft movement.

He gasped as she admonished him.

"Naughty boy! Now try and keep still!"

Tommy blushed again just as Aini and Mrs Varna entered the room. He was acutely aware of his erection thrusting upwards from between his legs. He was about to try and cover himself as Mrs Varna moved to his side and leaned over him, her lips only inches from his, as her breasts pressed against his chest. Even through the fine silk of the sari that she was wearing, he could feel the hardened nubs of her nipples score over his chest. Her face looked beautiful as she whispered softly to him.

"Poor Tommy, poor bare Tommy. You have been through the wars, haven't you? And it has all been through you being a little hero. Well Julie wants to thank you personally... very personally." She leaned back and nodded to Aini and Aisah, waiting, as they took his arms and stretched them out on the bed above his head. Tommy hardly noticed that the two young maids had retained a gentle hold upon his wrists.

Shareema thought that the boy seemed so innocent as he looked up at her helplessly, his young face blushing to a deep shade of red. Well, she thought, he is about to experience something that will certainly expand his limited sexual horizons.

She saw him suddenly look towards the end of the bed as her two youngest daughters came into view.

Tommy looked at the girls as they approached him, their shoulders pressed together as they stood side by side. They were dressed, as he had last seen them. Their white shirts and ties, tucked into short pleated skirts, their thighs almost completely bare.

They moved apart as they each placed their hands upon his ankles. As they moved apart Tommy saw the naked body of the young girl who had been standing behind them. He recognised her instantly, knowing that he had last seen her unconscious upon the roadside of the Kuantan road. Tommy blushed. He could see that she was breathtakingly beautiful, but still tried to avert his eyes from her naked body.

She moved around her sister and stood by the side of the bed, next to her mother. Tommy was so embarrassed by her nakedness that he tried to turn his head away as she looked down at him.

As her mother moved away from the bed, Julie moved closer and placed her slender fingers against his cheek. "Look at me Tommy. I probably owe you my life. I am going to kiss you. Don't try and look away, this is very important to me."

Tommy felt his cheeks begin to burn as she turned his head towards her. He suddenly felt her firm breasts press against his chest as she leaned over him. Her hands pressed against each of his burning cheeks. In a symbolic, almost ritualistic gesture, she lowered her head. He gasped as her beautiful lips touched his. Her whisper stirred him deeply.

"Let me love you Tommy. I want to let you feel as I do." Her eyes looked into his as she pressed her mouth against him. Her lips parted as she slipped her tongue fully into his mouth.

Tommy felt his body shiver in sheer abandonment as the girl kissed him deeply. Her breasts moved sensuously against his chest as she stifled his rapturous breath.

It was a moment in time that had Tommy spellbound. A kiss of love and affection that was so exquisite that time stood still.

He gasped for breath as she eventually released him. She could see that the young boy could hardly focus. His look was one of wonderment as she smiled softly. She felt her body tingle with excitement as she placed her knee upon the bed.

In one graceful and athletic movement she had straddled his naked body. She looked down at him as he suddenly shivered in shock. She knew that her mother had taken hold of his penis and could feel her gently searching between her legs with the tip.

With a delicious sigh she allowed her hips to move downwards, shivering with pleasure as she engulfed him. The plump lips of her sex slid down over the shaft of his penis. Gently - and with exquisite care and pleasure, she allowed it to penetrate her fully.

She had observed every nuance of his facial expressions as she welcomed his penis inside her. His innocence and naivety delighted her. His open mouth as he gasped in pleasure, his rapturous breath as she engulfed him fully. Her delight knew no bounds as she began to move sinuously against him. She knew that it would be impossible for him to last long before he ejaculated. His expression of wonderment and bewilderment excited her so much that she could already feel herself flooding with a beautiful and rare intense pleasure.

She rode him expertly. Her movements were not overt or hurried; instead she moved her body sinuously, her hips almost snake-like, as she seemingly sucked his penis deeper and deeper within her.

She watched his face in delight as he suddenly gasped, his eyes opening wide as he looked at her helplessly. Her voice was soft and richly fruity as she whispered to him.

"Good boy, let yourself go, sweetheart."

She felt the delicious prodding inside her as he ejaculated violently. She could not believe how wonderful the young boy made her feel. She squeezed against him, feeling her own orgasm overtake her. She knew that her feelings and sensations were far deeper than she had anticipated. She moved against him as if she was milking him of every vestige of his essence. It was a luscious and delectable experience, totally and profoundly fulfilling!

Tommy lay in wonderment. The exquisite sexual sensations had left him breathless and yet it was the feeling of love and care that he had experienced underneath the slender body of the young girl that had moved him so deeply.

He saw the young girls close in on his naked body as Julie left him. Their hands seemed to be everywhere upon him, bathing and soothing him as he lay prostrated beneath them. He closed his eyes allowing his body to be soothed and cajoled by their gentle touch.

It was probably ten minutes before he felt Julie straddle his body again. He opened his eyes to see that she was looking down at him. He gasped as she leaned forward, again her lips closing over his as she kissed him deeply.

He could feel gentle hands caressing the inner flesh of his thighs – and then without warning he felt his penis and testicles being grasped firmly. He shivered as he felt his foreskin being fully retracted and his testicles squeezed firmly. At the same time there seemed to be an incredible stimulus against the very tip of his penis. He could not help the deep shudder that ran through his body as he watched the naked girl raise her body from his... and sit back against his hips. It seemed as if a thousand fingers were caressing his penis as the girl sat down upon him until he was totally engulfed deep within her.

He felt his wrists and ankles being gripped firmly as she looked down at him.

He could feel his cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment as she looked into his eyes and spoke softly to him. "Be a good boy and lie still while I milk your little penis for you. Does that feel nice sweetie?"

Julie could not help the sudden thrill she felt as she began to move her hips, gently milking the firm shaft that had been skilfully inserted into her by her mother. She knew that these feelings were far more profound than anything she had experienced before. Perhaps it was the wide-eyed innocence of the young boy, or perhaps, the delicious feeling of dominance over him. She did not care to dwell upon it as she worked her hips in a skilful dance of pleasure.

She took great delight watching his face and tailoring her movements to produce the maximum sexual sensation upon his virgin body. The shaft of his penis seemed as firm as ever and she wondered how long he would be able to endure her skilful torment before he ejaculated.

She placed her hands over his nipples and began to tease them gently as she sinuously rocked her hips backwards and forwards, milking his penis in a slow and enticing rhythm.

"Good boy, Tommy. Just lie still now. I am going to milk your little penis until you are forced to ejaculate. What a good little boy you are!"

Julie was in heaven as she squeezed and milked his succulently engorged flesh. She had prolonged the onset of her orgasm as long as she could. She turned to her mother and nodded before looking back down at the young boy beneath her. She was not surprised as his eyes suddenly flew open and he gasped in shock.

She knew that her mother had inserted her hand between the cheeks of his bottom and had slipped a lubricated finger up through his sphincter. She clinically observed his look of anguish as she deepened the movement of her hips. She was delighted as she felt his body become suddenly rigid. His sinews seemed to be stretched tight as she callously squeezed his nipples. The boy gave no further warning of his ejaculation as he looked at her. His wide-eyed expression was a testament to the overwhelming sensations that his body had been subjected to.

"Good boy Tommy. Keep still now, while I milk your little penis for you."

Julie saw him blush even as he began to ejaculate. His innocent face was wreathed in torment as his penis spurted deep within her. She was in heaven as she prolonged her orgasm. She bent low pushing her pubic bone against the underside of his penis as she moved against him. She could hear his indrawn breath hiss through his teeth as she stimulated him to the point of anguish.

Suddenly his body seemed to deflate and his head lolled to the side. His breath was ragged in his throat, as he succumbed to sexual exhaustion.

She stoked her hand against his cheek, feeling the heat from his flushed and blushing face. "There sweetie. Just rest for a little while."

Shareema watched as her two youngest daughters and her maids attended to Tommy. She had choreographed the taking of his virginity perfectly. Now, she hoped, she was to reveal to him something about himself. A self-truth that she hoped she had divined correctly!

She walked into the bathroom, seeing her daughter sat at the dressing table brushing her hair. Julie was freshly showered and had powdered her slender young body. The powder contained a sparkle, which made her firm breasts seem to shimmer in the reflection of the mirror.

Shareema bent over her and kissed her on the cheek. "What do you think of our little American boy Julie, he's quite something isn't he!"

Julie turned away from the mirror so that she could look into her mother's face. "You know mummy... he is just beautiful. I love his innocence and just love tormenting him. You could tell that he has never really known a girl before. Do you really think he will respond like you said? I mean when you do what you are going to do to him!"

Shareema looked seriously at her beautiful daughter. "I honestly believe that he will... and I think that it is time we found out."

It was a few moments later that Julie approached the young boy. Aini and Aisah were holding his wrists lightly as they stretched out behind his head, while Claire and Jane had their hands resting gently upon his ankles at opposite corners of the bed.

Julie could see that his penis was quite flaccid and lay almost curled up upon his pubis. She thrilled as she saw the timid expression upon his face as she bent over him. It was obvious that he was apprehensive about what was to happen next. She didn't speak to him. Instead she bent her head and placed her lips gently against his. She teased open his lips with her tongue, before thrusting it deep into his mouth. She could feel a tremor run wildly through his body as she kissed him intimately. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest as she reached down, her hand caressing him gently as she nonchalantly took hold of his penis. She could feel the tremor in his body become more pronounced as she squeezed the captive flesh.

Gently she coaxed his penis into life, batting it gently to and fro with the tips of her fingers, before squeezing it firmly. She allowed him to breathe as she lifted her lips from his and whispered to him. "Now sweetie, I am going to make your little penis squirt for me. So be a good boy and lie still." She kissed him gently on the lips, seeing the rapturous look in his eyes.

She quickly straddled him and reached forward until she could stroke her hands over his nipples. She brushed them lightly with her fingertips as she watched his face. His sudden grimace told her that his penis had been firmly taken in hand. She raised her bottom slightly, waiting for the feel of his penis against her labia.

Shareema allowed the sudden stab of pleasure to wend its way through her body as she nonchalantly slipped the boys foreskin down the shaft of his penis. He was erecting, but with nothing like the same vigour as previously. She applied the flat of her palm to the tip of his penis, watching his hips buck at the intense sensation. Shareema casually stretched the foreskin even further back and ran her fingernails gently around the corona. Again the boy bucked in protest as she callously stimulated him.

She pulled the shaft forward and began to tease the tip against the plump lips of her daughter's vagina. She watched as Julie gently lowered her bottom, allowing the boy's penis to slide up into her.

As her daughter began to move her body sinuously against the young boy's hips, Shareema reached down beneath the bed. She brought forth a hardwood paddle. The paddle was shaped into an elongated oval with a short handle at one end. The hardwood was extremely thin, but Shareema knew that its sting could be infernal if aptly used.

She stood back from the bed and watched as her daughter skilfully rode the young boy. Shareema thought that they both looked divine. She could hear the boy's gasps of pleasure as Julie varied the snake-like movement of her hips.

Her words deliberately goaded the boy's senses. "Well sweetheart are you going to squirt your little penis for me? I want you to give me nice big squirts now!"

Shareema could see that the boy, although obviously very aroused, was certainly not ready to ejaculate. She had made sure that she had prodded and probed his prostate gland thoroughly when he had last ejaculated.

"Now don't be a naughty boy Tommy. You have to do as you are told!"

Shareema smiled to herself as she heard her daughter's words. She turned to Claire and Jane and nodded to them. She stood back as they raised his legs, stretching them outwards to each side of the bed before moving forward, lifting his legs as they moved. Sharema could see that they were being careful not to unseat their older sister as she rode the boy.

Tommy was gasping and groaning as his bottom was raised from the bed. Julie had stretched her body along his torso, adjusting her hips so that she could be penetrated more deeply.

"My Tommy you are being a naughty boy. I shall have to have your bottom spanked."

Her words were punctuated by the first sharp slap of the paddle against his upturned buttocks.

"Schlapp!"

"Come along Tommy, nice big squirts now, while I have your little bottom spanked for you."

"Schlapp... schlapp... schlapp... schlapp!"

Julie suddenly felt his penis begin to throb inside her. The shaft seemed to stiffen and pulse with renewed vigour. She quickly gestured to her mother, holding her finger and thumb together in a circle to indicate success. She could feel the boy begin to ejaculate, his face wreathed in anguished torment.

Shareema could not contain her emotions as she watched the boy arch his back as he ejaculated. There was no longer any doubt in her mind as she began to paddle his buttocks while he ejaculated helplessly. His mouth was wide open and he cried out in anguish as Julie expertly milked him with the rectilinear movement of her hips .

Julie's voice was almost sardonic as she goaded him to greater effort. "Come along Tommy, let me have it all. This is what happens to naughty boys who are disobedient. I can see that I shall be taking you over my knees on a regular basis."

"Schlapp... schlapp... schlapp!"

Julie looked down upon the boy as he threw back his head in torment. She could actually feel his penis throb violently inside her as he ejaculated until he was dry. She knew that he was mentally and physically exhausted. With huge delight, she let her orgasm take over her senses entirely.

Tommy awoke from a deep and peaceful sleep as Julie touched his cheek with her fingertips. He was covered by a single sheet and could feel the gentle warmth of the sun as it streamed in through the open jalousies. He looked up at her as she placed the cup beside the bed. He was mesmerised by her pretty face as she bent forward gracefully and kissed him full upon the lips.

"How are you feeling Tommy? You look well rested, did you sleep well?"

Tommy paused for a moment realising that he had slept very, very well. In fact he had never felt better.

"Oh yes erm... Miss, I slept very well."

"Good! Do you mind if we have a little chat? I mean just the two of us here and now?"

Tommy nodded. He turned to his side as he realised that her kiss had suddenly stirred his emotions. He could feel his face blush as she looked at him intently.

"Don't interrupt me, but listen to what I have to say and then think about it. Will you do that Tommy?"

Tommy felt his face flush, but nodded to her. He was aware that his penis had erected but thankfully, could not be seen as he was laid facing her. He blushed again as she suddenly sat on the edge of the bed. Her hips were suddenly only millimetres away from the tip of his penis.

"You are here for two whole weeks and we want you to be happy. You probably saved my life... and that gives us a special relationship, certainly on my part. You are a special young boy. You may not know it yet, but take my word for it that you are. We think that you need to be taken care of... in fact we think you need to be supervised. There are not many boys like you Tommy. You are special and need to be taken in hand. Firmly in hand."

She stroked her fingers down his cheek. She could see him blush as he fidgeted under the sheet.

"I will leave you to think about it. Oh, one more thing. You are not permitted to play with your penis while you are in this house. Your erection will be taken care of!"

Tommy blushed profusely as the young girl got up from the bed and kissed his forehead before turning on her heels and leaving the room.

It was two and a half hours later that Tommy was being laid on his back by Aisah and Aini. They had brought him a light breakfast and left him to eat it. Some time later they had returned to strip the sheet from his naked body. They had turned him on to his front and inserted three suppositories up into his bottom.

Both girls had held his wrists firmly as they had marched him to the bathroom, where to his utter embarrassment they had made him sit upon the toilet, giving him no privacy while he defecated helplessly. They had giggled and fussed as they stood him in the bath while they bathed him. They had penetrated his bottom with soapy fingers, making him shudder as he was made to stand with his legs astride. His penis had remained erect throughout the whole demeaning procedure.

His massage had been no less embarrassing as the girls had kneaded and soothed every inch of his flesh.

Now as he lay upon his back, he had a sense of déjà vu. He looked down at his erect penis as the girls took his arms and stretched them back on the surface of the bed behind his head. They held him firmly. He could see his penis bouncing upwards as it throbbed waywardly. He blushed profusely as the girls giggled at the sight of his penis. Suddenly his mouth gaped open as Mrs Varna walked into the room. He blushed mightily as he saw that the young solicitor Miss Hope was with her. He turned his head to the side in shame as the two women approached him.

Francis Hope was wearing a white tunic dress that Shareema had given her. She felt deliciously wicked as she saw the naked young boy prostrated before her. She examined his body; reacquainting herself with his perfect proportions and his beautiful penis - erect and throbbing.

Shareema had insisted that she wore nothing beneath the dress. "You need to keep in touch with your feelings" had been her words, as she had nonchalantly divested Francis of her panties.

She could see that the boy was utterly embarrassed as she laid her hand gently against his cheek.

"How are you Tommy? Mrs Varna says that your bottom is almost healed. Has all the soreness gone? My you were a brave boy while you were having your little bottom strapped by that pretty girl."

Tommy could not help looking up at her. Her demure features seemed to embarrass him even more as she looked at him through her thin wire framed spectacles.

"Are you being treated well? Do you have any complaints?"

Tommy could not help his cheeks burning with shame as he looked up at her and shook his head from side to side. His embarrassment reached its zenith as Mrs Varna spoke.

"He is being massaged on a regular basis and - after we have milked him, the girls are going to take him outside to the pool. Did you bring a costume like I asked, Francis? It is such beautiful weather that it seems a shame to waste it by sitting in your office all day. Remember, your firm of solicitors is being well paid for your services."

Tommy had begun to tremble in shame as Mrs Varna had casually announced that he was to be milked. He looked almost pleadingly at Miss Hope as she spoke to Mrs Varna.

"Yes Shareema, I did bring my costume. It's such a nice day with hardly any humidity."

"Good then we can all have lunch around the pool."

Mrs Varna moved around the bed to stand at the other side. She looked down at Tommy, her beautiful face commanding his full attention.

"Right Tommy. Miss Hope is going to milk your little penis for you, while I massage your prostate. Now I don't want any fuss... or I will have to take you over my knee and spank your little bottom."

Tommy looked at her in horror as he realised that Miss Hope intended to milk him. He looked at her in dismay as he saw Mrs Varna reach out to the tray behind her and take a tube of lubricant. Shareema ignored his blushes as she lubricated two fingers.

"Now Tommy, I want you to pull your knees up and lay them to each side until you can place the soles of your feet together."

Tommy could not believe his shame as he reluctantly drew up his knees. He felt horribly exposed as he let his knees rest to each side as he placed the soles of his feet together. He had never felt so exposed... and it seemed to add to his shame that he had had to do it of his own volition.

"Good boy. Now keep still and don't fidget while I slip my fingers into your bottom."

Tommy jerked his hips violently as Shareema deftly slipped her hand between the cheeks of his bottom and gently teased the ring of his sphincter. With consummate skill she insinuated her fingers through the ring of muscle and slid them up into him.

"Oooooh... oh... oh."

"Good boy. Now Miss Hope... would you manipulate his penis please."

Tommy looked at Miss Hope in horror as she leaned forward and placed her delicate fingers around the rigid shaft of his penis. She seemed quite nonchalant as she slipped the foreskin back down the shaft and teased the very tip of his penis.

Tommy could not help jerking his hips as Miss Hope had taken a firm grip of his penis as, at the same time, Mrs Varna had casually turned her hand so that her fingers were able to press against the gland deep inside him.

"Ooooohhh... oh... oh."

The sensation was intense as the young solicitor began a slow and firm manipulation upon the flesh of his penis. He could feel her squeeze and cajole every millimetre of the shaft to a full and violent throbbing erection. He could not help looking at her pretty face as she bent to her task. Her lips were parted and the tip of her tongue protruded between her teeth as she concentrated upon his erectile flesh. Both of her slender hands were wrapped around the shaft as she deftly and expertly aroused him.

Shareema could feel the violent contractions of his sphincter against her fingers. She knew that the boy was near to ejaculating as she looked across at Aini and Aisah. The girls nodded and Aini took hold of both of his wrists while Aisah picked up a small towel and held it ready.

"Ooooh OH." Tommy could not contain his emotions as he began to ejaculate. He could not believe how deftly and skilfully Miss Hope had stimulated him. He looked at her as she continued to milk his penis. Suddenly she took one hand from his shaft and squeezed his testicles firmly. Her words caused him to blush as she spoke to him, her voice soft and gentle.

"Good boy Tommy. Now this may feel a little intense but I want a thorough evacuation, so be a good boy and let me see what you can do."

Tommy could not believe it when she dipped her head and parted her lips, letting her teeth graze against the sensitive rim of his penis. He tried to jerk his hips away at the intensity of the sensation. She held him firmly, squeezing his testicles within her slender fingers as her mouth closed over his rigid shaft. He felt himself spurting in abandonment. The sensations were almost painful as she stimulated him to a point well above what he thought he could endure.

"ooooOOOH, pleeeease... it's too sensitive... arrrhhh."

Mrs Varna's voice was cool and calm as she admonished the boy, even though her fingers were busy firmly prodding and goading his prostate gland.

"Now Tommy don't try and evade your milking. It is for your own good. Now lie still until Miss Hope has finished with you.

Tommy could not believe that he could still be ejaculating. His penis seemed to flare and throb with every movement of her hand and mouth.

"Noooooo... oooooOOOH."

Francis felt the boy's penis throb for the last time within her mouth. She knew that the last anguished pulses had been dry. She also knew that the boy was in acute distress as she deliciously swallowed the last of his semen. She swirled her tongue around the shaft, feeling the boy buck beneath her as she wickedly tormented his captive flesh. She raised her head and looked at him. His head was thrown back and his mouth was agape as he gasped for air.

She felt a delightful thrill run through her slender body as she pressed her pubis against the edge of the bed. She looked across at Mrs Varna, seeing her smile at her as she extricated her hand from between the cheeks of the young boy's bottom.

Francis spoke nonchalantly to the young boy. Thrilling as she watched his face turn to dismay at her pronouncement.

"Good boy Tommy. Now lie still while the maids attend to you... and then we will just give you another little milking before the girls take you to the pool."

*

It was on the last day of July that the nose of the Jaguar XK150 swept around the final bend on the Kuantan road before reaching the coastal turning. Tommy looked over the bonnet at the tall grasses and shivered with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. He had finished college in Seattle and had enrolled for the fall term at the university in Kuala Lumpur.

As he negotiated the gateway of the long drive that led to the Varna household he slowed, allowing him time to think.

He had learned a lot about himself during his last stay at the house. His two weeks recuperation had turned into six. He had been embarrassed, humiliated, loved and cared for, spanked and milked of his very essence, in an endless and profound plethora of intense but magical days.

The barren days and nights he had subsequently spent in Seattle had finally convinced him of his true feelings. He looked at the house as he approached. The doors were wide open and he could see movement inside as he came to a stop.

As he got out of the car on shaky legs, he could feel his stomach churn in acute apprehension. He looked up as he took his case from the trunk. There in front of him, standing in the doorway, was Mrs Varna with her arms around her youngest daughters. Standing to the opposite side were Miss Hope and Julie Varna. He could feel his face blush as Julie stepped forward.

"Come along Tommy. You are late. Little boys have to be punished when they are late. So, as soon as you have had your tea, I think Mummy is going to take your pants down and give you a sound bare-bottomed spanking over her knees. Now sweetheart let me kiss you. You don't know how much I've missed you, you delicious boy. What do you say Tommy?"

"Thank you, Miss."

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