Peter At Sea

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Peter At Sea

A warm breeze blew in from the sea as Peter walked along the cobbled harbour causeway. The threadbare soles of his white yacht shoes did little to cushion the rough surface.

He had walked over twenty miles since leaving the small pension where, for a few francs he had stayed the night. He reached into the pocket of his white trousers, which were already grubby and dusty from his journey, finding the piece of newspaper, which carried the advertisement.

"Wanted Cabin boy" fit and able. Motor Vessel 'Sobsel' requires young person for a variety of duties at sea. Cruising June to January, applicants must be smart, energetic and be prepared to take on a variety of sea-going duties. Apply Bo'sun, MV 'Sobsel' SW Harbour, Antibes.

Peter looked at the advertisement and returned it to his trouser pocket, next to his passport. He noticed that the larger vessels were moored further down the causeway, around the curve of the harbour, their mooring ropes pointing towards the smart cafe's and restaurants that were the habitue, of the very rich. He put his hand to his forehead in a salute, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight, which reflected from the blue waters of the harbour.

He could see several large yachts and beyond them a series of smart motor vessels. All of the motor vessels appeared to be of the ocean going type, sleek and expensive with a plethora of radar and communication devices bristling from the top of their bridges and wheelhouses. Peter walked on, not really knowing which type of vessel to look for. He strode quickly, but it was another ten minutes before he was able to read the names on the sides of the large motor vessels.

"Sobsel", the name was etched in chromium plate on the side of the largest ship in the harbour. His heart sank as he realised that his prospects of gaining employment aboard such a vessel would be slim. He looked down at his dusty and dishevelled white shirt and trousers, unconsciously excusing his own appearance for the effort he had made in walking twenty miles.

The gangplank of the ship was finished in fine hardwood; it's many coats of lacquer glistening in the bright sunlight. Peter shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the two gendarmes, who were leaning against the gangplank rails, they both looked bored and irritated by the heat of the day. As he approached they made a halfhearted attempt to stand to attention, moving slowly they stood together barring his way to the ship.

The taller of the two looked him up and down and grunted incoherently, lifting his chin in a questioning gesture. Peter, without thinking, addressed them in English. "I have come to see the bo'sun of this ship, er... about the job of cabin boy."

Peter hoped that their English was good enough for them to understand him. "Wait!" was the only reply he received. Peter watched as the man walked slowly up the gangplank on to ship. Peter eyed the other policeman who was now standing in the centre of the gangplank, eyeing him warily. Peter shrugged and stood back feigning disinterest.

Unknown to either of them was that their every movement was being observed from the ship. "I think we might have found our cabin boy". The dainty hand of the captain placed the binoculars down on to the highly polished surface of her desk. She looked across the wheelhouse to the bo'sun. "Miranda, why don't you take a look?" Miranda laughed at her friend. "The trouble with you my pretty little captain is that you are too impatient. You've interviewed over twenty prospective cabin boys already and you must admit none have come up to standard. Mind you, this one does look scrummy."

Miranda raised her own glasses and looked in more detail at the boy who was aimlessly pacing around the paved area at the end of the gangplank. "I think you could be right, certainly the physique looks good. Are you going to put him through the interview process, then we could get a better look at him through the closed circuit cameras."

The captain lifted up the phone and talked quickly for several minutes. When she had finished she sat back in her chair and opened the collar of her uniform. Miranda watched avidly as the captain undid the rest of the buttons of her white tunic. She ran her hand over her perfectly formed breasts, teasing the nipples between her delicate fingers.

Abruptly she stood up and walked to the far end of the wheelhouse, carelessly throwing her uniformed jacket on to the desk. She reached up to one of the cupboards, which was set into the wall. Her tanned torso revealed lithe muscles and sinew beneath the smooth flesh as she stretched.

She slid open the door and took out a long leather strap. She ran her hand down the full length of the heavy hide, grasping the solid calf handle she wrapped her delicate fingers around it, her bright red nails in stark contrast to the rugged dark brown leather.

Miranda looked apprehensive as the beautiful young woman turned towards her. She looked at the captain's magnificent breasts, marvelling at their size and firmness. Miranda had seen her friend naked many times and had had the pleasure of being seduced by her and the pain of being punished by her but she could not help feeling a thrill as she stood in awe of her magnificent figure.

"You need not worry this time Miranda, I have a small disciplinary measure to take care of, but it is not for you this time so relax. Will you call the duty officers and tell them to bring Gillian to me. I think she should be in the galley preparing tea."

It was only a few moments after Miranda had picked up the telephone that a tall girl entered the wheelhouse. She was dressed, as were all the crew, in a white tunic top with a short matching white skirt. Her tanned legs were bare, the white deck shoes she was wearing made no sound as she entered the room. "We have brought rating Gillian Saunders Ma'am, She is waiting outside with duty officer Williams. Shall we bring her in?"

The duty officer showed no surprise at seeing her captain bared to the waist. "Yes you know the routine. Strip her in here and then bring her through to my office." The captain walked through the door at the end of the room and entered her private office. The room was magnificently furnished with a large ornate desk and several leather chairs.

Pictures of various schooners were hung on the walls, along with antique ship's clocks. Glass cabinets held various historical brass sextants and navigational items. One cabinet held an assortment of telescopes that had been lovingly preserved. In the centre of the room stood a low bench, the top covered in matching leather to the chairs.

The captain watched as the naked girl was brought forcefully into the room. The pretty duty officers held her firmly by each arm as they sat her on the end of the bench. Quickly they grasped her legs and bent them up and over her chest, raising her bottom several inches off the end of the bench. They both knelt at each side of the girl and held her legs firmly.

The captain moved forward and stood over the pretty young girl. She noted that she had started to tremble, her pretty face flushed and blushing as the duty officers spread her legs wide apart. The plump flesh of her bottom was stretched tight, revealing the neat pink rosebud of her anus.

"Gillian you have been a naughty girl and you know I have to punish you." The captain leaned forward and stroked her fingers gently down the inside of the girl's thigh. "Be a good girl and take your punishment." She slid her hand over the soft flesh of the girl's shaven pubis and parted the plump lips with her delicate fingers. "Miranda would you come here?"

Miranda, who had been observing the procedure from the open doorway, walked through and knelt down facing the girl's upturned buttocks. She took the small tube of gel she was carrying and, opening the top, smeared the lubricant over her fingers.

As the captain took her hand away from the girl's pubis, Miranda immediately placed one hand between the girl's bottom cheeks and the other over her smooth pubic mound. Expertly she parted the labia and slipped a finger into the moist orifice, watching the knuckle disappear into the trembling girl's most private part.

"You have been a silly girl haven't you Gillian." Miranda spoke gently and lovingly as she moving her finger quickly in and out of the blushing girl's vagina. "It won't be long now and it will soon be over." She cooed as she deftly slipped a second finger into the trembling girl.

With her other hand she gently stroked between the cheeks of her bottom, locating the tight opening of her anus. "Let's just pop a finger in here and open you up a bit." She murmured as she probed the opening.

"There we are, that's a good girl. She felt the sphincter try to contract as she pushed her lubricated finger straight up into the tight orifice. Miranda expertly manipulated her fingers inside the girl, occasionally running a fingernail over the erect clitoris. She worked diligently for several minutes until she felt the telltale signs of acute arousal.

The captain looked down at the trembling body of the young girl, noting the anguished expression on her face as it became suffused in a red blush. The girl's lips were parted and she had begun to breathe heavily as Miranda quickened the pace of her fingers.

"Three strokes, I think." Miranda took her cue and once more speeded up the tempo of her fingers buried deep in the girl's vagina, at the same time she pushed hard with her other hand impaling the girl's bottom with the length of her forefinger.

The captain stood back and raised the heavy leather strap above her right shoulder.

Miranda sensed that the girl was close to orgasm; the flesh of her vagina was contracting and expanding involuntarily against her fingers. Quickly she pulled her hands away, feeling the tight flesh of the sphincter shudder as she withdrew her fingers. Miranda moved quickly aside as the captain brought the heavy leather strap down hard against the timid flesh of the trembling girl. Whap. The strap bit into the tender flesh, wrapping itself intimately around the tightly stretched buttocks.

The girl screamed, arching her shoulders back and thrusting her young breasts upwards. Almost immediately the captain raised the strap again and brought it down hard. The heavy leather singing through the air towards it's target.

Whap. The second stroke smacked into the centre of her upturned bottom, the thick leather imprinting its form on her captive flesh. The girl tossed her head from side to side, her breath exhaling in a violent hiss as the shock of painful lash coursed through her body.

"Arrgggghhhhh...nooo ..ooo" The girl screamed, unable to control her pain. "Pleeeessse, argggghhh,, noo more." Her body was trembling from head to toe as she pleaded with her tormentors. The captain quickly raised the strap again and brought it down again, this time against the sensitive juncture between the girl's thighs and buttocks, it's broad imprint was accompanied by a loud slap as the leather once more found it's target.

The girl bucked as if she had been electrocuted, her lips drawn back in a grimace as she fought the pain. "Arrrggghhh.... Arrrrrggggghhh" She cried. Her limbs trembled and quivered as she tossed her head to left and then right as the pain coursed through her body.

It had been no more than ten seconds between the first and last stroke as Miranda quickly took up her position between the girl's widely parted legs. Quickly she probed the trembling flesh of her vagina and pushed her finger rudely up inside the girl. "There, there, it's all over now, try and relax there's a good girl. Her soothing words contrasted against the quickening fingers of her hand. Miranda slipped her other hand between the girl's parted buttocks and gently but firmly, pushed her forefinger back up into the girl's bottom. "There you are you are going to cum soon."

The captain put down her strap as she spoke and kneeled down beside the distraught girl's head. She leaned forward and kissed her, thrusting her tongue deep into her mouth.

Casually, the younger of the two duty officers, grasped one of the girl's nipples between her finger and thumb and squeezed hard. Gillian could not control herself, she felt her body tense as wave after wave of sexual sensation coursed through her body. She managed to draw air into her lungs just before she felt her captain's lips once more close over her mouth. Skilfully the girls brought their captive to new heights of sensation as they caressed and speared her body. Veronica smiled to herself. It was always the same thought she had as she pursued her pleasures. Being captain of the "Sobsel" was a true fulfilment, a job that provided her with limitless pleasure and satisfaction. To have one's whims and desires catered for so completely was a privilege that few would enjoy in their lives. She bent once more over the distraught body of the young girl and whispered to her. "There my pretty young thing, we are just going to make you cum once more before we let you up."

Her softly spoken words seemed to inflame the girl to new passion. She could not help screaming as she felt Miranda push a second finger deep inside her vagina. The second duty officer smoothed her carefully manicured nails down over the girl's heaving tummy and cruelly pinched the exposed clitoris. "Arrrrgggghhh... arggggh." Gillian screamed as she reached her second orgasm. "Arrgggh..oooooohhhh pleeeeease" Miranda smiled to herself as she felt the walls of the vagina contract violently against her fingers.

"There we are, you are a good girl. Now let's have a nice big cum this time." She spoke softly as she deliberately thrust her finger hard up into the young girl's bottom, curling it upwards as she furiously moved the fingers of her other hand in a deep circular motion inside the timid girl's vagina.

Gillian's body tensed in one violent spasm, her legs and torso locked rigid as she reached her second orgasm. Suddenly she started to quiver from head to foot and screamed uncontrollably "arrrggggghhhhh... argggggghhhh...ooooohhhhhh." She thrashed her head from side to side as paroxysms of emotion overtook her body.

They watched intently as Gillian's body trembled and shook, before her emotions subsided. Her lungs gasped for breath as small tremors ran through her body. Her full breasts heaved upwards as she fought to take in air. Miranda gently reduced the motion of her fingers until there was no movement. Gently she withdrew her finger from the girl's tender bottom and pressed her hand firmly against the crease between her buttocks.

"There you relax and we'll get you comfortable, there's a good girl. The captain spoke gently and tenderly, ending the sentence by kissing the distraught girl lovingly on the lips.

The duty officers, their faces flushed with excitement, carefully let the girl's legs down so that her feet were able to touch the floor at either side of the bench. Miranda withdrew her fingers from between the girl's legs and bottom and stood up. She looked at the captain and smiled.

"Not a bad little interlude before morning coffee, wouldn't you say." The captain looked at Miranda. They had been friends for over three years now and yet Veronica was often forced to laugh at Miranda's impudence and "off the cuff" humour. "I hope our cabin boy was not able to hear anything of this in his little interview room." Veronica laughed once more. "Don't worry dear Miranda, I'm sure he is being kept quite busy filling out our questionnaire."

The captain turned to Gillian who was being helped up to a sitting position by the two duty officers. The girl winced as her weight was transferred to her tender buttocks. "The girl's will take you down to the medical office, ask them to put some antiseptic cream on that sore bottom of yours." Gillian looked at her captain, her flushed, blushing cheeks and trembling lips a testament to her ordeal. "I.. I'mm." Tears fell down her cheeks before she could complete her sentence.

The captain bent forward and gently lifted the distraught girl under the arms until she was standing upright. Veronica put her arms around her and kissed her on tenderly on the lips. Their naked breasts touched together, their nipples pushing softly into each other's flesh.

"You'll be alright in a few moments, I'll get one of the girls to make you some tea. Then you can go to the medical office by my private stairway so you won't have to get dressed until they've seen to your bottom."

Veronica ran her fingers gently over the girl's naked breasts as she spoke softly to her. "The girls will carry your clothes. I want you to tell the doctor that I would like her to prepare to give someone a full medical examination in about an hour's time. She can call me if she needs any details, but if you tell her I am interviewing a cabin boy I am sure she will understand. Gillian nodded her head. She looked at her captain, her eyes could not conceal the look of love and supplication she felt. "Yes Ma'am I will tell her."

The captain looked across at the young boy seated before her and then back to the resumé she held in her hands. Peter had been taken to a small reception room and had been asked to fill in a questionnaire. The questionnaire was detailed and if answered thoroughly, quite revealing. The reception room had been made deliberately drab, belying the opulence of the rest of the ship. It was ideal for meeting petty port officials or customs officers.

Peter had been sat at the small desk for nearly two hours when the pretty young duty officer had come to collect him. She had noticed he was still writing and had gently pulled the sheaf of forms from under his pen. "That will have to do, if the captain needs anymore information I am sure it will be asked for." She had deliberately not referred to the captain as "She" leaving any look of surprise for the captain to deal with.

Peter shuffled uncomfortably in his chair. He felt gauche and out of place against the luxurious setting of the captain's office. He looked down at his clothes and his deck shoes, feeling ill at ease and in contrast to the captain's crisp white uniform. He looked at the young woman sat behind the desk. She was astoundingly beautiful, her emerald green eyes were quite the most beautiful he had ever seen. Her mouth was small and her lips were shaped with a small dimple at either side of the mouth. Her beauty and the surroundings of her office did little to bolster his confidence.

She leaned forward and began to question him, her tunic unable to conceal the full-unfettered breasts beneath.

She had quickly read the answers within the questionnaire and noted the salient points. No parents - saving to go to university next year. Hoping to find employment and new friends on the beautiful southern coast of France.

She questioned him for about half an hour, although she had made up her mind in the first five minutes of the interview, she wanted to watch for clues or tell tale signs of bravado or aggressiveness.

"Well Peter, there are one or two things you need to know and agree to. This ship is well disciplined and tardiness, lateness and laziness are not tolerated. On board ship, you will obey the officers, whatever you are asked to do, without hesitation. Do you understand that?" "Err..er Yes Miss." Peter replied hesitantly.

Veronica had been careful to avoid the boy knowing that the entire crew, apart from himself, was female. She had referred to the crew as officers or ratings. "Good, you need not worry about clothes, we have uniforms and a seamstress on board. Likewise toiletries and personal effects can be bought from the ships store. I assume you have little or no money, is that correct?" Peter blushed but nodded his head. "I only have a few francs, Miss."

"You will address me as Ma'am or Captain Soames" "Yes Ma'am" Peter replied. Veronica was pleased to note that the boy did not try to be familiar or adopt a humorous persona, had he done so she would have terminated the interview forthwith and let him go on his way.

"Right I am prepared to offer you employment, providing that you are medically fit of course. Have you had a medical examination recently?" "Er.. no Ma'am, not since I was at school." "Have you had any, sexually transmitted diseases.?" Veronica was delighted to see the boy instantly blush a deep red as she asked the question. "Oh no Ma'am" He protested. "Well you must have had sexual relationships, are you homosexual?" Peter's face flushed an even brighter red. "Oh no Ma'am.. I mean I haven't had er.. er sex with anyone.. er and I'm er..not homosexual." Veronica delighted in the youth's embarrassment and his reply.

"Alright Peter, I will see if I can get the ships medical officer to see you now, if you are pronounced fit and well, then I might see you later to welcome you officially onboard. That is of course if you would like to take the job." "Oh Yes please Miss.....er I mean Ma'am." Veronica smiled and pushed a pile of forms forward across her desk to the young boy. "You will have to sign these, I can leave you to read through them if you like or I can tell you their content." "Yes please Ma'am.. I mean if you would tell me."

Veronica smiled and explained that they were merely his affirmation that he would abide by the rules and disciplines of the ship.

She watched as the boy signed the last sheet of the pile of forms, she realised he was blissfully unaware of exactly what he was signing. She pressed a bell and waited until the pretty duty officer entered. Claire I would like you to take Peter Jones to the ships Medical Office, Peter has applied for the job of ship's cabin boy and will, all being well, be joining us.

Peter followed the pretty young officer along the walkways and stairways to the lower decks. He would have liked to ask her questions, but the girl walked quickly in front of him, easily negotiating the stairways and corridors with a deft familiarity. Peter watched her pretty bottom and legs as she led him along the corridors and stairways.

She stopped at the entrance to a long corridor and turned to him. "We are on Deck 'C' if you ever loose your way" She smiled and approached a door along the corridor, which had a brass plaque set into it. The plaque read "Medical Officer". The young girl immediately knocked on the door and without waiting for a reply opened it. She turned and beckoned him to follow. Peter found himself in a spacious reception area. There was a large desk upon which was a word processor and telephone switchboard. Behind the desk sat a slender and pretty young girl. She was not in ship's uniform, but wore a blue and white striped short-sleeved blouse.

Her hair was tied back into a neat bun. Her lightly tanned face bore no traces of makeup apart from a little eye shadow, which accented her dark brown eyes beneath the thin wire frames of her glasses. Her tanned arms were slender and her hands neat and delicate. Peter, once more feeling ill at ease, looked down at his own dishevelled appearance.

He looked round at the room as the girl's exchanged pleasantries. There were several modern leather seated chairs arranged against the wall, on the opposite wall was a chromium-plated weighing scale which stood next to a height chart on the wall.

Next to the chart was a small curtained screen on castors. The screen was about four feet high. Behind the screen was a small desk with bottles and jars on top of it and behind the desk a small stainless steel sink.

"I'll leave you here and come and collect you when you are finished." The young duty officer smiled at him and left the room.

"Can I help you?" The young girl looked up at Peter from her desk, her lips drawn back in a professional smile revealing sparkling white teeth.

"Er.. yes Miss.. er... the captain has sent me for a medical." Peter stammered his reply. "What name is it please?" She asked without looking up. Instead tapping the keys of her computer and peering into the screen. "Peter Jones, Miss."

The young girl tapped several keys and then slowly looked up at the boy. She paused before delivering the lines she had been relishing. "Ah yes, you are next in to see the medical officer. Would you strip please, you can put your clothes on the chair behind you." Peter could not believe his ears, nor could he help the blood rushing to his cheeks as she said the words. "Er... what Miss?"

The girl looked at him directly, her face betraying none of the excitement she felt. "Take off your clothes and put them on the chair behind you." Before Peter could reply or protest she turned back to her computer and began to type.

Peter was left standing in the middle of the room feeling foolish. He wanted to protest, but could think of nothing to say. To have to take his clothes off in front of the young girl filled him with embarrassment. She could only be a year or so older than himself, he thought.

Resignedly he bent down to take off his shoes and socks. He carefully placed his socks inside his shoes and pushed them beneath the leather chair. Looking towards the girl for confirmation he began to unbutton his shirt. The girl did not look up although she was well aware of his reaction to her command. She continued typing, her peripheral vision keeping her informed of the boy's progress.

Peter took his shirt off; his face was burning red as he laid the garment on the chair behind him. He looked across at the girl once more for some confirmation that he was to take off his trousers. The girl continued with her work, leaving him no alternative but to continue undressing. He unbuttoned his trousers and with acute embarrassment took them off. He placed them over the chair and stood up in his brief underpants. He looked across at the young girl feeling utterly foolish at being made to strip in front of her. The cool moving air from the room's air-conditioning teased the tiny hairs on his skin, accentuating his nakedness. Nikki continued to type, although she was well aware that the boy was now down to his underpants.

"Er.. I'm ready Miss." Peter stammered. Nikki looked up and gave the boy a professional smile. "Come over here Peter and stand by the side of my desk." Shame-faced he moved toward the desk as she took a series of printed forms from her drawer and placed them in a clipboard.

"Now lets see." She looked down and perused the forms as Peter stood at her desk. He felt awkward and embarrassed, acutely aware of the brevity of his worn underpants. Without getting up she wheeled her chair to the side of the desk so that her knees were only inches away from the boy's shins. Peter could not help look down at her. Her slender legs were bared to mid thigh, her short navy-blue skirt revealing the smoothness of her lightly tanned limbs.

Her dainty feet wore flat soles, which were held by delicate thongs, criss-crossing her shapely ankles and ending in a small bow at mid calf. Nikki was well aware of the effect she was having on the blushing youth, his face betraying the utter shame and embarrassment he felt.

" Right... height and weight... er...we can do that in a moment. Have you any distinguishing marks or abnormalities?" She looked up into the boy's face, watching him blush profusely as she asked the question. "Er.. n'no Miss." Peter stammered as he looked at the pretty young girl seated before him. Nikki paused before delivering her 'coup de grace'. She deliberately looked up into the boy's face making sure that his eyes met hers. "No marks... good, now just slip your underpants off for me and place the palms of your hands on top of your head."

Peter felt his cheeks burning as he looked at her with an expression of pure anguish on his face. The girl did not repeat the command but looked down and began reading the forms she had in front of her. Peter did not know what to do; he waited hoping that he could catch her eye, in case he had misheard her command. Eventually, in total silence he pushed his underpants down his legs to his ankles and stepped out of them. Straightening up he could not bring himself to look at the girl as he raised his arms and placed his hands upon his head.

"Now let's have a look at you." Her words caused Peter even greater embarrassment as she looked up, her eyes coolly appraising him. He watched dejectedly as she examined him from head to toe.

Nikki was delighted with his appearance. His body was slim but very well proportioned. His hairless chest dipped to a slim firm waist, narrow hips and long legs. He had very little body hair, even for a young boy. She turned her attention to his genitals, noting his penis which, although flaccid was a good size as were his testicles. She presumed that he had been circumcised, the tip of the glans visible through the soft folds of the foreskin, was pointing downwards below his scrotum. She looked up to his face, which was flushed a deep red. She noted that his body was covered with goose bumps, a testimony to his nervousness, she thought, rather than the temperature of the room.

"Stand with your feet apart." Peter looked at her in horror as he shuffled his feet to a wider stance. He watched, almost in shock as she took a pencil from the desk and placed it beneath his penis, he felt the cold painted wood being pressed against his flesh. He was trembling involuntarily as she used the pencil to lift his penis away from his scrotum.

She peered between his legs and then let his penis drop back between his thighs. At that one small contact Peter felt his penis begin to engorge. His stomach churned at the very thought that his penis might erect in front of her.

"Turn around with your back towards me and bend over and touch your toes will you." Humiliated beyond belief Peter did as he was told. Slowly turning away from her, he took his hands from his head and bent forward. "All the way over and touch your toes."

Peter felt his whole body begin to shiver as he bent over, acutely aware of the view she would have of him. He could not help the gasp that escaped from his lips as her cool hands parted the cheeks of his bottom. She held his buttocks open for several seconds stretching the flesh tightly to expose the puckered star of the sphincter.

"You may get up now." She said sweetly, taking her hands away from his bottom. "Go over there and stand on the scales." Peter quickly bent down to retrieve his underpants. "No, you can leave those off for now." Her voice was firm as she commanded the trembling youth.

"Put them on the chair over there with your other things," She stood up and taking her clipboard proceeded to the weighing scales. Peter followed fighting the tingling sensation within his groin. Her touch and cool demeanour had initiated the first stirrings of sexual arousal within him.

Nikki was delighted with her progress, no longer conscious of the button beneath her desk, which would, if pressed, summon the duty officers from across the corridor. She put her clipboard down on the desk and bade the boy stand on the scales, marvelling at his acquiescence.

"Stand up straight, there's a good boy." Her voice became softer as she stood close to the naked youth. She placed the palm of one hand flat against his tummy, her little finger just touching his pubic hair. She rested the other hand on the small of his back and with a slight pressure, urged him to stand further forward on the platform. Peter felt his penis tingle with desire once more as her soft cool hands touched him. He felt his face blush with humiliation as she casually let her hand slide from the small of his back and down over his buttocks.

"Let's see that's eleven stones and seven pounds." She let go of him and picked up her clipboard and wrote quickly.

"Right, stand up against the chart with your shoulders pressed against the wall and your feet flat on the floor."

She watched as the boy almost blinded with embarrassment moved clumsily to stand beside the chart. She noticed that his penis was already slightly distended, the circumcised foreskin gradually creeping back, showing more of the bell shaped head. She looked at his blushing face and trembling lips.

"Are you feeling alright, you look a little flushed. Peter could hardly bring himself to look at the girl. As their eyes met Nikki noted the look of pure anguish in the boy's expression. Delighted, she placed her clipboard on the floor and stood up close to him, her young breasts pressed firmly against his chest as she adjusted the gauge to sit on top of his head.

"There... that's... exactly six feet tall. Is that what you are Peter... six feet tall?" There was just a touch of merriment in her voice as she spoke to the trembling youth. Peter almost groaned as he tried to form a reply. "Er... y..yes Miss..s..er six feet." Peter missed the double entendre of her question; in fact he felt like fainting, such was his humiliation and embarrassment. His stomach churned with dread and foreboding, as the young girl picked up the clipboard and placed it on her desk.

Leaning over she filled in more details and then reached in to one of the drawers for a small tape measure. "Step forward and stand in front of me, legs apart and hands on your head." her sweet innocent face and almost childlike figure, belying her firm command. Peter stood forward and placed his hands on his head. He shivered with pure anguish as he felt her place her hand on the inside of his thigh. "Spread a little wider there's a good boy." He stood in an aura of abject humiliation as he felt her hands pass the tape measure around his chest and then waist.

He shivered as she smoothed her hands over his bottom, her delicate touch caressing his flesh. She passed the tape measure around his buttocks and held the ends against the pubic hair just above his penis. She felt the boy shudder as she deliberately brushed her knuckles against the tip of his member. Ignoring his plight, she placed the tape around his thigh and measured the circumference, once more filling in the details on her clipboard.

Peter could not help looking at her as she kneeled down in front of his widely spread legs. Without preamble she took the tip of the tape measure and pressed the end between the juncture of his thighs. The back of her hand was softly touching and lifting his testicles as she pressed upwards behind his scrotum, holding the other end of the measure lightly against his ankle.

Peter, shamefaced and completely humiliated felt his penis begin to engorge. He could not help himself. Nikki kept the tape between his legs and moved the end to his other ankle, her face only inches from his penis as she altered her position. She watched his penis gradually distend, thrilling as the foreskin rolled back almost imperceptibly to reveal even more of the glans. She pressed the tape more firmly between his thighs her hand deliberately moving against his testicles.

Peter moaned involuntarily as the humiliation continued. He looked to the ceiling, trying to avoid looking down at all costs. Nikki took her hands away from him, deliberately brushing her soft fingers against his penis as she stood up and faced him. Her body was merely inches from him as she spoke softly. "You seem hot and you are shivering Peter, I think you may be coming down with something and that would never do if you really want this job... look at me Peter, you do really want this job don't you?"

She watched as he lowered his head, his eyes bore all the anguish that he felt as he looked into her eyes. "Imm... er alright Miss... I'mm just um .. er.. a little nervous."

Nikki was delighted in the boy's discomfort and complete acquiescence - and of course, her own performance in handling him. She decided that she would prolong his torment at her hands just a little longer before she handed him over to her compatriots.

"I think you might have a temperature. I am going to have to make sure you are not ill. There are a variety of influenza bugs going around on the 'Cote' this year."

Peter groaned as she put her pretty hand on his hip and beckoned him to the small desk. Deftly she placed her left hand on his tummy and stroked her other hand up to small of his back. She looked down at his engorged penis, which moved from side to side as he walked, although not yet fully erect the flesh was plump and turgid. She skilfully manoeuvred him until he was facing the desk,. pressing firmly on his back and tummy she bent him forward.

Lay your chest down on the desk there's a good boy." She had him bent over before he could protest. "There's a good boy, chest flat against the desk now... that's it rest your head on your hands." Peter had obeyed almost without thinking. His humiliation and total embarrassment had acted on his body like a heavy drug.

"W..what are... are you going to do Miss." Peter managed to stammer. His face was bright crimson as he felt her put her hands on his buttocks. "I'm just going to take your temperature you silly boy, now stay still and spread your legs a little wider apart... come along now." Peter felt his face burning as she slid her hands down over his buttocks and pressed the inside of his thighs until he was positioned to her liking. She walked round the desk and placing a soft hand on his burning cheek, looked into his eyes.

"Just you stay still, we're nearly finished now." She ruffled the hair of his head, delighted that he had laid his head to the side facing her. She stooped to open one of the drawers; her whole body tingled with anticipation as she reached inside.

She took a large rectal thermometer out of the drawer and deliberately placed it in on the desk in front of his face. She noted his agonised expression as she slowly and deliberately pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Intentionally she let the rubber snap against her wrists, making sure that her hands were within his full view.

Next, almost ritualistically, she took a tube of lubricant and smeared it on her right forefinger. Watching his expression of horror, she formed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand into an 'O' and sensuously slipped the lubricated finger though it.

She looked into his face as she picked up the large glass tube. Slowly, almost hypnotically she smeared more lubricant around the bulbous end of the glass, smiling sweetly at him as she worked the lubricant over the large protuberance.

"Just relax and everything will be fine, little boys sometimes tense their bottoms - but I am sure you are going to be a good boy aren't you?"

Her words, combined with his vulnerable position had managed to reduce him in stature to that of a whimpering child. He uttered a groan as way of an answer, but in fact he was almost delirious with acute embarrassment.

Nikki was relaxed and enjoying every minute of her dominance over the trembling boy, His compliance and embarrassment almost total, as she left the thermometer on the desk in front of his face and moved behind him. Standing back, she admired the firm hairless buttocks and strong legs of the naked youth. Because of the limited height of the desk, his back was slightly dipped into a smooth inverted arch; small beads of perspiration were evident on his clearly defined spinal column. Even with his legs widely spread, the smooth flesh of his bottom was raised higher than his head.

Nikki thrilled as the flesh of his buttocks shuddered and contracted violently at the first touch of her hand. Sliding the fingers of her left hand between the deep crevice of his bottom, she pulled the cheeks apart. Slowly and with deliberate intent she placed her right hand underneath his buttocks. Before he could protest she had slipped her hand upward between the cheeks, further parting the buttocks. Inexorably the tips of her delicate fingers wriggled between the pliant mounds of flesh and located the sensitive opening of the sphincter.

She felt the boy tense his entire body as she gently probed the opening. "Just stay still and relax... I am going to be very gentle with your little bottom." Peter shuddered as he felt the tip of her finger probe the opening of his sphincter. He had never experienced anything like the sensation he felt as her finger slipped through the tiny orifice of his sphincter and up into his anus.

Nikki felt the boy's involuntary reflex to straighten up as she probed his bottom. She placed her free hand on the small of his back and spoke softly to him.

"There we are now, just relax, you'll soon get used to it." Her voice and the hand on his back seemed to quiet him. She increased the pressure of her hand on the middle of his back as she pushed her finger firmly up into his virgin bottom.

"OOOoooohhhhh." Peter moaned as he felt the intense pressure of her slender finger push into him and then inexorably intrude even further up into his bottom. Nikki quickly located the prostate gland and without hesitation proceeded to massage it with the very tip of her finger.

"Arrrggghhhh..ooohhhh." Peter let out a low moan as her finger moved over the sensitive gland. In a series of tiny movements she jiggled the tip of her finger against the pliant flesh of the prostate, knowing that it would be impossible for the boy to avoid his penis erecting.

She pushed harder, applying a firmer pressure and increasing the rapid movements of her finger. Deftly she continued the stimulation for several minutes before abruptly pulling her finger from within his anus.

"Arrggghhh...arrrggghhh." Peter could not help gasping as his sphincter was stretched over the knuckle of her slender finger for a second time.

Nikki laid her hand gently on his buttocks and stroked the soft flesh before moving around the desk until she was facing him. She noticed a tear roll down his crimson cheek and on to his hand.

"You're doing fine Peter, just relax a little more while I pop this into your bottom." Her words rekindled his acute embarrassment, as he lay helpless before her. Deliberately she re-coated her fingers with lubricant and picked up the thermometer.

Moving around him, she parted his buttocks with her left hand and introduced the large glass bowl of thermometer to the sphincter. Holding it firmly she teased the orifice by pushing firmly with the glass tube.

She watched as the sphincter began to dilate around the bulbous mercury filled sphere. With a firm push she watched the glass orb disappear inside him.

"oooooooohhhhhhhhhh." Peter could not contain himself as he felt his bottom being stretched wide to accommodate the device.

Nikki smiled to herself as she pushed the glass thermometer up into his anus, the length of glass such that the bowl penetrated deep inside him.

"Now just relax... you're not feeling any discomfort are you. Do your genitals feel alright?" Peter could not believe what was happening to him as he felt her delicate hands slide over his buttocks and between his legs.

He shuddered as he felt her cup his testicles in her hand and pull them backwards. His whole body began to tense rigidly as he felt her other hand slip between his parted legs and take a firm hold of his penis.

To his horror he realised that he was fully erect. Nikki smiled to herself as she stooped between his legs to view his erection. She pulled the foreskin of his penis back along the shaft, revealing the whole of the sensitive glans.

"Well you seem alright there, I'll leave you for five minutes, so don't move from that position - do you understand me."

Peter could not have moved had he wanted to. He was near to fainting as her hands left his body. His chest was heaving and he gasped for air as he heard her exit the door to the surgery.

Veronica turned the volume of the audio down on the communications console. The six video-monitors and hi-fidelity speaker had enabled her to watch and hear the whole of the proceedings. She picked up her telephone and pressed a number on the keypad in front of her. She spoke quickly, giving instructions and then replaced the telephone. Turning to Miranda she smiled. "There, what did I tell you, he is completely malleable and should suit our owners to a tee, what do you think?" Miranda could not help grinning as she leaned over the captain's shoulder, examining the body of the naked boy on the monitor screen. "You are always right, aren't you my clever captain, I agree, the owners will be delighted, not to mention most of the crew." She laughed as she completed the sentence; bending her head forward she kissed Veronica on the cheek. Do you mind if I pull up a chair for the rest of the performance? She giggled as she sat down in a swivel chair next to Veronica and leaned forward to watch the monitor.

Peter lay, where he had been placed, unable to comprehend the turn of events that had led him to his position. For all he knew he might have fainted as he felt smooth fingers touch his bottom... for he had not heard her re-enter the room.

"Right.. any pain here?" She asked as she slipped her hand quickly between his legs and fondled his testicles. Peter almost choked with embarrassment as she slipped her other hand over the head of his penis. "What about here... do you feel any sensation." Nikki had to stifle her amusement as she felt the rigid staff throb between her fingers.

"er er...nooo Miss." Peter could hardly reply as once more she pulled the foreskin back firmly, stretching the skin to its fullest extent.

Without preamble Nikki took her hands from his genitals and quickly took hold of the thermometer. With a practised motion she pulled the thermometer out of his bottom, watching with delight as the sphincter stretched and then closed behind the glass bulb as it was pulled free.

Peter gasped at the acute sensation, feeling his penis throb as his sphincter stretched. He was unaware of the expert way his body and emotions had been deliberately manipulated, unaware that the girl was well practised in the humiliation and dominance of patients.

The girl glanced at the temperature gauge, knowing already that any elevation in temperature would be a result entirely of her own doing. Nikki discarded the rubber gloves and stood back admiring the boy's naked form.

"There now stand up straight and we have finished, come along - you are not going to lay across my desk all day are you?"

Peter groaned as he lifted his body from the desk. He felt an ache in his back, suddenly realising that he must have been bent over for at least ten minutes. As the young girl moved around to face him, Peter immediately tried to cover his erection with his hands. He placed both palms over his genitals, pulling his erect penis up against his stomach and holding his forearms close together to cover himself.

Nikki pretended not to notice but lifted a large and a smaller jar from the far end of the desk. Holding one in each hand she moved towards him. "Take these and go behind the screen. I want you to fill the small jar with urine and you can expel what ever is left into the other."

Peter looked shocked as she proffered the jars to him. "But..but Miss." "What on earth's' the matter, come along there's a good boy."

Peter blushed furiously as he slowly uncovered himself. He could not help looking down as he took his hands away, horrified as the watched the young girl observe his penis as it sprang outwards. He tried to take the jars from her quickly so that he could turn away and walk behind the screen, but Nikki held his wrist just as he had taken the jars from her.

"What is this... how on earth are going to give a urine sample like that you naughty boy." Peter was mortified as she stopped him from turning away and pointed to his penis. To his horror, his penis was standing upwards at an angle of forty-five degrees. In vein he tried to hide his erection by squirming his legs and trying somehow to turn his hips away from her.

"Give me the jars Peter, you are a naughty boy" Peter could not control himself, his body racked in tremors of embarrassment as she delicately took the jars from his fingers.

"Come along I'll have the nurses deal with you." Her voice was stern as she deliberately took hold of his erect penis before he could cover himself. "Hands on your head now... quickly do as I say." She had raised her voice only slightly, but was delighted to see the embarrassed youth obey immediately.

She placed her other hand beneath his scrotum and cupped his testicles. "Fortunately for you young man I am going to let the nurses deal with you. Now come along with me and don't you dare move those hands." Taking her hand away from his scrotum, she led him by his penis towards the door leading to the surgery.

"Please Miss, wait a moment, I'm so sorry... I..I.." Peter could not complete his sentence. His embarrassment was so acute he felt near to fainting.

2

Marie looked at Sarah's naked body as the beautiful girl reached for the hanger, which held her nursing uniform. Marie smiled knowing that even this simple white cotton dress would be as alluring as the sheerest of evening gowns over Sarah's curvaceous body. Marie could not help herself as she reached forward and placing her hand between her friend's lush thighs. She thrilled as she squeezed the smoothly shaven pubis, her fingers revelling in the plump flesh of the girl's prominent pubic mound.

Sarah remembered that, as a young girl at the age of eleven, feeling awkward and embarrassed by her body. She smiled as she thought of her ugly duckling childhood, little knowing then, the transformation that would take place. She had been horrified by her rate of growth, already six inches taller than the tallest boy in her school, she had avoided dances or parties or any social gathering where she would have to meet or socialise with the opposite sex.

By the time Sarah was fifteen her young body had filled out to become the envy of every girl in the school and the desire of every boy. Not only was Sarah tall and shapely, her face was stunningly beautiful. Her classic bone structure, beautiful almond eyes and lush lips had been the envy of every girl in school. When she had left school to enrol at nursing college, she was already self-assured and had developed a persona so powerful that she was easily able to manipulate her peers, easily able to repel unwanted attention, without causing offence to the young male students. "I know I'm wet, and so... I bet, are you my little nymph." Sarah smiled as she spoke to Marie. "I am rather looking forward to this and I know you are, so let me get dressed before I crumple into a heap.

Marie smiled. She knew better than to think that she could reduce Sarah to a crumpled heap. Sarah was very much in charge of her life, self-assured and dominant in her role as head nurse, taking her work and her pleasures seriously. Marie knew that Sarah intended to enjoy and savour every minute of the afternoon.

3

Peter stumbled rather than walked the few feet to the door. He watched blankly as she pushed down on the handle and without preamble pulled him forward by his penis. Peter stumbled behind her, his mind in turmoil as he involuntarily followed her into the modern surgery.

A large examination table was the centrepiece of the room, it's chromium-plated centre stand glinting under the strong lights. The leather-covered top of the table had been draped with a white sheet. Around the walls were cupboards and shelves all finished in a stainless steel or chromium metal. Instruments and medical paraphernalia abounded within the confines of the shelving.

The receptionist did not stop but led the trembling boy towards another door. She swung it open - and taking a firmer grip upon his penis led him through to a smaller room. The room was completely tiled in white porcelain; it contained a bath already half full of warm water, several sinks, a toilet bowl and a low padded table. Peter almost fainted as he saw the two beautiful nurses, who were laying out tubing on top of a chromium-plated trolley. They looked up and smiled as Nikki pulled the embarrassed youth forward.

Sarah stood up and addressed the trembling boy. "What have we here?" She looked down at his groin as Nikki let go of his penis, leaving his rigid member pointing upwards toward the ceiling. Peter blushed profusely, his face and chest suffused in red as he took his hands from his head in an attempt to cover himself.

"Get those hands back on your head at once." Nikki spoke sharply her voice penetrating Peter's cocoon of shame and embarrassment. He could not help squeezing his eyes shut as he slowly replaced his hands back upon his head. He shivered as he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. Opening his eyes he blushed as the taller of the two nurses gently pulled him toward the low padded table.

"Kneel upon there will you... on your hands and knees... there's a sweetie." Peter blushed again as the nurse, quickly positioned him. He shivered as he felt the hands of both nurses upon his body, unable to protest as they placed his knees wide apart on the padded surface of the table.

"My you are a nice looking boy". Sarah cooed as she slipped her hand between his legs and cupped his testicles. Peter could not stop his body from trembling as he felt the receptionist reach beneath him and took hold of his erect penis. He quaked as she placed the cold glass of a specimen jar against groin, deliberately pushing his penis downward into the broad opening of the jar. "Well at least you're in a position to give me a urine sample now, so off you go and give me a full jar, there's a good boy."

Peter could hardly believe what was happening to him as he felt one of the nurses press the flat of her palm up against his tummy.

"Just let it all go." He heard her whisper as she pressed harder against his stomach. Suddenly without warning, Peter felt his bladder relax and he began to urinate helplessly into the specimen jar. Sarah looked across at Nikki as she held the jar up against the boy's penis.

Nikki could feel the heat of the urine through the glass as she lowered the jar and took a firm hold of the young boy's penis. She squeezed gently, pulling her fingers down the shaft and watching as the last drops of urine escaped.

"There's a good boy... that was no trouble at all was it." She watched excitedly as he hung his head in shame. Nikki took the urine sample and left the room. Before Peter could compose himself Sarah had placed her hands on the cheeks of his bottom and parted the firm flesh. She felt the boy wince as Mari pushed a well-soaped shaving brush between his buttocks and began to lather him.

"Keep still, there's a good boy and let nurse soap your bottom. We're just going to give you a little shave between your cheeks, so try and keep still won't you" Peter could not believe his ears as he felt their gentle fingers part his buttocks further and press the cold steel of the safety razor against his flesh. Just relax, and it will all be over before you know it.

Peter was blushing a bright red as the nurse began shaving between his legs. He shuddered with embarrassment as the second nurse deliberately slid her hand beneath his tummy and cupped his testicles, drawing the soft pouch forward as the razor moved down lower between his legs. "Just you relax there's a good boy." Sarah whispered to him as she gently squeezed his scrotum. She slid her other hand beneath him and took a firm hold of his penis. She felt the organ throb between her fingers as she tightened her grip.

Peter trembled as the nurses continued their ministrations, their hands probing and kneading his flesh, seemingly oblivious to his distress. He shuddered as the nurse who had been shaving him, put down the razor and taking a dab of lubricant ran her fingers up between the cheeks of his bottom. The cool liquid emphasised his nakedness as she probed the opening of his sphincter. Without warning she pushed her slender forefinger up into his bottom making him moan audibly. "Just relax there's a good boy." She ignored his moans as she reached for the enema nozzle and introduced it between tightly stretched flesh of his sphincter.

Deftly she withdrew her finger and pushed the slim metal nozzle upward into his anus. "Arrrgggh... ooohhh." Peter moaned as he felt the cold metal stretch his opening, shuddering as the appliance penetrated him. Before he could protest further she had pushed the appliance deep into his anus.

"Now just relax your bottom while I put the bulb in." Peter did not know what she meant, but moaned loudly as his sphincter was stretched wide over the bulbous rubber ball which was attached to the nozzle. The nurse gave him no respite as she inflated the ball. "Arrggggghhhhhhh." He could not help but protest his anguish as he felt his sphincter stretch tightly over the inflated intrusion.

He gasped again as the other nurse pushed the skin of his foreskin down the shaft of his penis and squeezed his testicles firmly. "There... there.... Just relax while we see to you." She spoke softly and gently. She turned on the irrigator and watched the young boy shiver and tremble as the water began to penetrate his insides.

The nurses looked at each other and smiled as Peter moaned loudly, unable to contain his emotions. He felt dizzy with the sensation of their hands upon his naked body and the sensual sensation of the warmed water seemingly rushing inside him. The water began to fill him up quickly, he felt the nurse lean over and reach underneath him to gently stroke his tummy.

He was trembling uncontrollably as the second nurse squeezed his penis and pulled the foreskin down over the shaft, her voice soft and low as she whispered to him. "Be a brave boy, there is not much more to go now and then you can pop to the toilet."

Mari felt his tummy, stroking her hand gently under the young trembling flesh. She moved her hand down until she felt the tip of his penis, which Sarah was holding. "There that's a good boy, your tummy is almost full." She whispered softly, well aware of the sensual effect of both their softly spoken words and their gentle hands.

Sarah felt his penis throb between her fingers as she watched Mari switch off the irrigator and pull backwards on the inflated bulb trapped in his anus. "Just shuffle backwards and put your feet on the floor and I will take you to the toilet." She held the tubing as both she and Sarah helped the boy get down from the table

Peter felt utterly humiliated as he struggled to get down from the table. Although he was acutely aware of his bloated stomach, it was the inflated rubber ball within his anus that accentuated his embarrassment. Naked and ashamed he put his feet to the floor, not daring to look at either of the pretty nurses. He was horribly aware that were able to touch his naked body as intimately as they wished. Their soft hands emphasised the point as he felt the nurse squeeze his penis and pull his testicles forward.

Sarah squeezed once more and then let go of him, smiling to Mari as they helped the young boy to the open toilet. They watched in amusement as his erect penis bobbed up and down as he stumbled forward.

Peter felt utterly humiliated as they sat him on the white porcelain. His face blushed a deep red as Sarah bent forward and lifted his testicles while Mari deflated the retention bulb and gave a sharp tug to the tubing. Peter closed his eyes in shame as he evacuated almost immediately.

"There's a good boy." Sarah cooed as they stood over him. They watched as he sat trembling before them. Sarah let go of his testicles as Mari took the enema apparatus over to the sinks.

"Stand up now and we'll just give you a quick bath before you see the doctor." Peter coloured up almost immediately as he heard their words. Surely they did not intend to bathe him he thought as they helped him from the toilet. Gentle hands and soft-spoken voices accompanied his short walk to the bath.

They helped him to step over the side as and positioned him so that he was facing them with his legs spread apart. Gently they took his wrists and lifted his arms. "Hands on your head, there's a good boy, we can't wash your bottom with your hands in the way, can we? Just stand still and we'll give you a thorough wash all over... how's that?

Peter felt his cheeks suffuse with a red blush as the nurses looked at him. He had had no other experience to prepare him for the humiliation he was suffering. He was acutely aware of his dilemma, standing naked before the two young nurses with his penis erect.

Deliberately Sarah reached forward and delicately held his testicles in the palm of her hand. She watched the boy shiver as she cupped her fingers, drawing her nails gently over the flesh behind the scrotum. Peter moaned in embarrassment as he watched Mari deliberately soap her hands in front of him. Making sure that he was watching her every move she reached between his legs and slipped her hand between the cheeks of his bottom. Peter involuntarily tried to clench his buttocks at the intrusion.

"Just relax your bottom, there's a good boy." She cooed as she pushed a soapy finger against the tightly closed flesh of his sphincter. "Ooops there we are." She murmured to him as she slipped her forefinger up into his bottom. Sarah pulled his testicles forward and watching his expression of dismay took a firm hold of his erect penis.

Both Sarah and Mari were aware of the boy's utter distress as time after time they brought him to the very edge ejaculation, each time taking their hands away from his body before he lost control. They washed his whole body, their hands gently soaping his chest thighs and buttocks. He stood helplessly before them as they deliberately excited his body. Sarah teased his nipples with her fingernails, coaxing the sensitive flesh to erect as Mari, slipped her fingers between his buttocks and pushed a soapy finger into his anus.

They made him sit in the bath while they washed his hair and then stand once more, as they rinsed him, each touch coaxing a sexual response from his trembling body. Eventually they helped him step out of the bath. "Hands back on your head now, there's a good boy," Mari's sharp command pre-empted Peter's attempt to cover his genitals with his hands.

"Legs well apart now, we want you perfectly dry for the doctor." Peter could not help himself from blushing profusely as the nurses positioned him so that his legs were widely spread. His cheeks felt as if they were on fire as Sarah looked at him and smiled sweetly, her beautiful features compounding his utter humiliation. She held his gaze and reached forward with her hand, cupping his testicles within her delicate fingers.

"There we are we'll soon have you dry." Peter shivered uncontrollably, closing his eyes in utter embarrassment as he felt the nurse pull his foreskin back and gently move the towel over the sensitive flesh. He almost jumped as the soft towelling rubbed against the glans of his penis. "Try and keep still." Mari whispered to him as she moved behind him and parted his buttocks.

With infinite care she gently rubbed the towel between the cheeks of his bottom. Her hands moving over his flesh, pulling the cheeks of his bottom this way and that as she dried him.

The nurses finished drying him and standing back examined him from top to toe. Peter quickly covered his groin with his hands, feeling utterly foolish, as he stood naked before them.

"Alright Peter, I will get you a robe and you can go through to the examination room." Sarah spoke kindly as she stepped towards him and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. She gestured to him to follow her through to the examination room. Mari pushed open the door and held it while Sarah stroked her hand down the boy's back and over the hillocks of his firm buttocks. She patted him gently on the cheeks of his bare bottom and motioned him to enter the room.

"In you go there's a good boy." She whispered gently as Peter stumbled forward, his embarrassment further accentuated by her hand on his bottom. Sarah propelled the boy into the brightly lit room. The chromium of the examination table shone under the strong lights as Sarah led the trembling youth towards a small stainless steel podium. The podium had three steps at either side and was used to assess the fitness and heart rates of patients, who were made to ascend and descend the steps several times in quick succession before heart monitoring.

Sarah had Peter sit on the podium and told him to face her. She watched him wince as his buttocks made contact with the cold metal. Sarah looked closely at the naked youth; his face was bright red with embarrassment as he sat timidly before her. She noticed that he was still covering his genitals, his hands were pressed tightly against his groin and his knees pressed close together.

She stepped in front of him and placed her hands gently on either side of his cheeks. She could feel his face burning as she lifted his head to look at her. Just open your legs so I can step closer to you. She moved forward so that her knees were touching his, she felt his knees move apart as she pressed against him.

She lowered his head until his forehead was resting against her tummy. "I'm just going to examine your hair, so you can relax for a while. Sarah smiled to herself as she thought of the next part of the examination. She looked over to Mari who was holding a folded hospital gown.c Mari grinned as she caught Sarah's eye, she knew Sarah was enjoying having a young boy to play with; both she and Sarah loved having control over their patients, both male and female. It had been sometime since they had a young boy on board and certainly never one as good looking as Peter.

Peter kept his head still as he felt the hands of the young nurse gently stroke her fingers through his hair. Her gentle touch was playing havoc with his senses. He felt his penis beginning to erect again as Sarah gently stroked her hands upward over the back of his neck.

Sarah was aware of the sensual effect of her fingers. She could feel the boy shiver as she concentrated her efforts on the short hairs at the nape of his neck. She felt him begin to tremble as she teased his hair, her caresses soft and gentle, almost loving. She brushed behind his ears and over his blushing cheeks before taking her hands away. She placed her fingers under his chin and delicately brought his head up until his eyes met hers. She could almost feel his embarrassment as she looked into his eyes.

"Right Peter you seem fine there. Stand on the podium for me and raise your arms straight above your head." She watched the boy colour up a bright red as he looked at her and realised that he would have to uncover himself. He could find no worthwhile protestation as he clumsily stood up, his hands still trying to cover his erection. He turned his back and climbed on to the podium. Slowly he turned to face her, acutely aware of his nakedness and vulnerability.

"Stand up straight, legs apart and stretch your hand up towards the ceiling... as quick as you can now, we don't want to keep the doctor waiting." Peter felt dizzy with shame as he straightened up slowly placing his legs apart. Sarah thrilled as Peter turned his head away from her before taking his hands away from his genitals and stretching his arms upwards. Sarah reached up and turned the boy's head toward her. She looked into his eyes as he trembled and shook with shame. Her voice was soft but firm. "Legs further apart and stretch those hands as high as you can, there's a good little boy."

Peter was humiliated beyond belief, acutely aware of his penis, which was standing out at ninety degrees to his body. He could not help the tremors, which ran through his whole body as stood naked and ashamed facing the young nurse.

Sarah looked at the trembling body of the naked boy standing in front of her. She felt a thrill run through her body as she stepped forward. Peter could not control the anguish and abject dismay he felt as the nurse stood next to him, placing her soft hands on his tummy and waist as she looked closely at his armpits. He shivered as she ran her fingers through the sparse underarm hair. She repeated the procedure for the other armpit and then stood back.

"Right you can put your hands on your head now Peter and I will check your pubic hair." Her words were designed to produce the maximum amount of embarrassment as once more she moved close to him and placed her left hand on his hip. She felt him begin tremble uncontrollably as she placed the palm of her other hand flat against his tummy.

She looked into his eyes, deliberately adding drama to the moment as she gently smoothed her fingers down over stomach and through his pubic hair.

Mari moved around to stand behind Peter as Sarah took her hand from the young boy's hip and deliberately took a firm hold of his penis. "Now stand still there's a good boy." She murmured softly as she moved the rigid member to the side so that she could examine the soft hairs around the base of his penis.

"My you are tense, Peter... try and control yourself there's a good boy." Her words added further fuel to his embarrassment as she deftly ran her fingers around the hair at the base of his penis. Watching his face she slipped her fingers between his legs and gently held his testicles. Drawing her hand forward she lifted the soft sac of the scrotum and pulled his testicles forward.

Bending low so that her face was only inches from his erect penis, she peered at the smoothly shaven area between his legs. She could feel his body jerk with fear as she gently squeezed his scrotum.

"There, there, don't be alarmed I've nearly finished my examination." Peter flinched as she pulled the foreskin of his erect penis backwards until the skin was tightly stretched, at the same time he felt her squeeze his testicles.

He could never in his wildest dreams have imagined having such an intimate and humiliating examination.

"I think I will have to draw the doctor's attention to the tightness of the foreskin."

Sarah spoke to Mari, aware that drawing further attention to his penis would acutely embarrass the boy.

"Please have a look and tell me what you think. Mari stepped around the podium and stood next to Sarah. She looked up into the boy's eyes, seeing his abject dismay as she reached forward and gently touched his penis.

Sarah took her hands away from his penis and watched as Mari took a firm grip of the rigid member. She watched intently as Mari drew the foreskin upward over the sensitive glans.

She felt another thrill run through her body as Mari abruptly and deliberately pushed the skin back, causing the boy to jerk his hips violently. "Keep still there's a good boy and let Mari examine you." Sarah spoke firmly to the trembling boy, aware that his knees had begun to tremble.

Mari looked up at Peter and waited until his eyes met hers. "I am sorry if you find this embarrassing, but it is far better if we identify any problems you might have now, so that we can do something about it."

Peter blushed profusely as Mari reached between his legs and drew his testicles forward, her fingertips pressing on the underside of his penis as she emphasised her words. She continued to manipulate his penis until she felt the telltale signs of impending ejaculation. She immediately took her hands from his body and stood back.

Peter was so disoriented; he could hardly see the nurses through his haze of utter humiliation and sexual sensation. His body trembled and shook; his upper torso was one red flush as he struggled to stay upright with his legs spread wide apart and his hands on his head. He was acutely aware of his penis jutting out in front of him. His erection was so stiff that it was almost painful.

He felt dizzy and near to fainting as they moved to his side and helped him down from the podium. He was in a daze, emotionally exhausted, as they dressed him in a short, pale green hospital gown and tied the sting at his neck, leaving him naked at the back. The gown was so short that, had his penis not been erect, it would have been visible below the hem of the cloth.

He stumbled rather than walked to the chair, which was placed in front of the desk at the far end of the room. He was aware of the cold metal seat against his naked buttocks as the nurses helped him sit. "You just stay there nice and still and I will fetch you a drink while you wait for the doctor."

Doctor Vicki Nixon was twenty-five years old. Having completed her compulsory two-year housemanship six months ago, she had taken a post in a small general practice, but the tedious and uninspiring work had shown her that she would never be suited to this type of work.

She had quickly decided to look for something more exciting. The small discreet advertisement for a female doctor placed in the 'Times' newspaper promised travel and an excellent salary, but it was the carefully worded candidate requirements that had caught her eye.

'Must be able to administer ships rule', Why not 'rules' she thought and then she saw the line below. Please apply Capt. Soames. Her job as Medical officer aboard the MV Sobsel had more than fulfilled her wildest dreams.

Vicki's Story

Vicki could remember quite clearly the first moment when she realised her unusual sexual inclination. Although at a mere eight years old, she did not fully understand the implications of her sexual predilections, she had began to have dreams in which she had made her nine year old brother strip naked in front of her.

She was never able to rationalise the dreams but had always experienced an inexplicable thrill each time she thought about them. Vicki kept her thoughts and her dreams to herself and it was not until she was sixteen years old that she began to understand some of her psyche.

Vicki and her brother Paul were very close and often played or read together when they came home from grammar school. Vicki had noticed for a period of a few months after her brothers seventeenth birthday that he would go to his room and not emerge until teatime. One day she had gone to his room only to find that his door was closed.

She had bent down to the keyhole and looked into the room. At first she was confused at what she saw. Her brother was laid naked on the bed, his back arched and his hips thrust upward as he quickly slid his hand up and down the shaft of his erect penis. Vicki watched enthralled as her brother masturbated.

She was even more intrigued as she watched jets of semen shoot from the tip of his penis and land in a milky pool upon his chest and stomach.

She quietly and thoughtfully left her position at the door and went to her room. She felt an excitement that she was unable to understand as she laid on her bed and thought about what she had seen. She remembered quite vividly pressing her hand hard between her legs and immediately experiencing her first orgasm. Over the next few weeks she watched through the keyhole at every opportunity.

Vicki was a bright student at school and had an ordered an inquiring mind. Of course she had heard all the sexual talk that goes on in school, but was not content with the girl's talk of hearsay and innuendo. She had one friend who she could trust. Veronica was head girl and although she was in the year above Vicki they had become friends.

Vicki and Veronica were certainly the best-looking girls in school and it was perhaps the natural affinity of two extremely pretty girls that led to them becoming friends. They both seemed to have the same views on a variety of subjects and soon came to trust each other with their innermost thoughts and secrets.

Even though Vicki trusted her friend implicitly she had still hesitated before telling her about her brother.

It was a complete surprise and revelation to Vicki when Veronica suggested punishing him. "I have always fancied having someone so helpless that I could do what I like with them. Blackmail is one of the oldest crimes, but it seems like a perfect way of having some fun with your brother."

It was then that Vicki told Veronica of the dreams she had had from a young age. She spared no detail and was amazed when Veronica told her that she had had fantasies smacking and whipping both boys and girls.

"I don't think I am a sadist but I think it is a sexual turn on. I get wet every time I think about it." "But you don't mind which sex... I mean male or female." "Of course not." Veronica replied. "They have to be good looking, but I decided some time ago that I was never going to be one of those stupid girls that just giggle and open their legs. I intend to be very much in charge of any relationship I have. I can tell you now I have already planned my career in that what ever I eventually decide to do, I will make sure that I am very much in charge."

The girls laughed together, but Vicki had no delusions that Veronica had meant what she said.

"Do you think I could get Paul in such a position as to do what I like with him then Veronica"

"Easily, he seems quite sensitive, remember he is in my year, and where you are quite practical, math's, physics etc. Paul is very much on the arts side and I have always thought that he has a very sensitive nature." Veronica looked at Vicki quite seriously and said. "It's a pity you can't get something on that young maid of yours. I rather liked the look of her when I was at your house the other day."

Vicki smiled at her friend. "I have got something over her, although I have done nothing about it. I saw her hand washing some of mother's expensive underwear. My parents are away and so I know it was Nancy who has been wearing my mother's things." "Well why don't we catch her out... and then we can really have some fun. What do you think?"

Apart from catching the maid borrowing her mother's underwear they left their plans in abeyance until the next term. Veronica, who was a keen sailor, had been invited to take part in offshore racing in the south of England, so would be away for the long summer holidays.

Vicki started to visit the British library and over the next few months explored every textbook she could find on the male reproduction system. So intrigued was she, that before long, she was reading books on the human sexual psyche as well as books on anatomy and physiology. Vicki became absorbed in the subject and decided that if she could obtain the necessary grades she would study medicine.

Her study of the human sexual psyche not only gave her an insight into practices of young boys, but also helped her understand her own predilections and sexual development. Vicki continued to watch her brother masturbate. She took great care, not only to ensure that she was not discovered, but also to carefully conceal her newfound knowledge from her brother.

Vicki bided her time before deciding how to convert her own longings and feelings into some tangible form. She waited until her parents would be away for several days, a practice their parents had increased in frequency as Vicki had turned sixteen years of age and her brother Paul seventeen. Their parents obviously enjoyed making short trips away together, leaving herself and her brother at home to be looked after by their young maid.

Nancy was a young Philippine woman about twenty years old who looked after the cooking and cleaning of the household. Apart from preparing their meals while their parents were away, Vicki saw very little of her. That was until the day Vicki quite deliberately walked into her room and demanded that she strip and show her underclothes. Vicki had checked her mother's drawers to make sure that the items she suspected the maid was wearing were missing. She felt certain, as it was the maid's night off and her parents were away, that she would be wearing them to go out.

"Don't bother to lie to me." She had addressed the young maid. "Get your clothes off now,"

She had watched fascinated as the young maid had stripped revealing, as Vicki had guessed her mother's panties and bra. "Well get them off... you are not posing for your boyfriend now!"

The maid had coloured up immediately as Vicki guessed correctly the reason for her borrowing the garments. Vicki watched as the maid shyly unhooked the bra, revealing plump rounded breasts as she laid the garment on the bed.

"Don't dawdle if you want to keep your job, get those panties off now." The maid's cheeks blushed an even deeper red as she slowly slid the panties over the swell of her hips and down her pretty thighs. She stooped to take the panties off and as she stood up, Vicki was delighted to note that her pubis was shaved bare.

Vicki boldly stepped forward and cupped her hand between the woman's legs. The pubis felt soft and plump as Vicki squeezed the mound of flesh gently. She felt her middle finger slip between the lips of the labia as she caressed the soft flesh.

"Wet with the anticipation of a night having it off with your boyfriend, are you?" Vicki moved closer as she spoke and gently took the young woman's right nipple between the fingers of her other hand. Well you will have to go without mother's 'frillies' won't you? In fact I will give you something to wear, bend over the bed now, before I change my mind about getting you sacked." Vicki was quite confident that the maid would obey.

She turned towards the dresser and picked up her mother's hairbrush. When she turned round she was delighted to see that the maid had bent over the bed, her pretty rounded bottom was thrust upward in the perfect attitude for a spanking.

Without preamble, Vicki brought the hairbrush down three times in quick succession across the soft flesh of the maid's young bottom. "arggghhh...pleeease...no more" The young maid wailed a Vicki gave her three more strokes, taking delight in the feel and the sound of the wooden hairbrush as it bit into the pliant flesh. "Arggghhh ooooooooooh, pleeeease nooo more.

The young maid wailed, her face pushing into the soft bedding as she wiggled her hips and bottom, trying to ease the pain of the spanking. "I will let you off with six for the moment, but I will be asking you to do something for me in the near future." Vicki spoke quietly but with authority as she watched the young woman writhe upon the bed.

"Just to make sure that you understand the nature of what I may ask you to do, I want you to turn over and play with yourself until you have an orgasm." Vicki could not think for the life of her where she had found the courage to ask such a thing. The words seemed to have escaped from her mouth before she had had time to think. She watched fascinated as the young maid turned over on the bed, her bottom rubbing against the quilted covering as she tried to ease the pain in her bottom.

"What shall I do Miss Vicki?" Her timidly spoken words accompanied by profusely blushing cheeks. "You know perfectly well what to do, so do it... get those legs spread well apart, come along now I haven't got all night. Vicki remembered well how the blushing girl had timidly pressed her hand between her legs and gently teased the lips of her labia apart. Slowly she had pushed he delicate fingers between the plump folds of skin, soon abandoning herself to her own ministrations.

Vicki had watched absolutely enthralled as the young woman began to gyrate her hips, her fingers moving faster and faster between her legs as she brought herself to a sexual climax. Vicki had leaned forward just as the girl began to orgasm and casually took both of the girls nipples between her fingers, squeezing them hard as she gasped and moaned with ecstasy. Vicki watched, fascinated as the young maid's movements became less erratic, bending over her she whispered.

"Remember you will do what I ask, when I ask it, without question... do you understand. The young woman nodded as Vicki leaned forwards and kissed her on the lips forcing her own tongue deep into the maid's open mouth.

Vicki had formulated her plan quite carefully and meticulously, so much so that she was quite calm as she bent to the keyhole of the door to watch her brother. She observed him as he stretched himself on the bed, his body already naked as he began to fondle his penis. She waited patiently watching him stroke his hand up and down the shaft of his penis until it became erect. Standing up, she quite calmly opened the door of his bedroom and stepped inside. She thrilled as a look of pure anguish and horror appeared on her brother's face. He tried to hide his erection, grabbing the quilt cover and then turning over so that he was laid face down. Vicki was quite calm as she delivered her well-rehearsed line.

"What on earth are you doing, why that's filthy Paul, how could you do something like that?." She stood looking at him, his naked buttocks were clenched and his hand was pressed between his body and the surface of the bed as he tried to cover himself. There was a look of pure horror on his blushing face as he turned his head towards her. Vicki looked at him coldly. "Look at you... you are still touching yourself. Come to my room when you have calmed down or I will ring our parents now!"

Vicki immediately turned towards the door and left the room before her brother had time to answer. She slammed the door shut and grinning to herself, proceeded to her bedroom. Vicki sat at her desk and surveyed her room. She looked again at the low beam, which ran across the ceiling of the bedroom.

The four-story town house was one of the best examples of Georgian architecture within Chelsea and had been lovingly preserved in every detail by her parents. Vicki had carefully laid out several items around the room, innocent in themselves, but an essential part of her plan. Her skipping rope was casually hanging from the bookshelf. A three-foot ruler was placed tidily on her desk against the pens and crayons and she had added several items to the medicine cabinet within her en-suite bathroom.

She turned to look at her reflection in the tall Victorian free-standing mirror and was delighted with what she saw. She had carefully brushed her blonde hair and had tied it back in a black velvet bow. She wore the white shirt and navy-blue tie that was part of her school uniform.

She had removed her bra and noted that the nipples of her firm breasts were just visible through the material of her shirt as she moved her body. Her pleated skirt was short and reached to mid-thigh, revealing most of her pretty legs. She wore a little makeup, which she had carefully applied to accent her petite features. Her total appearance was one of a well-groomed pretty young girl, but with a subtle hint of both sexiness and severity.

She looked up from her desk to see her brother enter her room. He was wearing a pair of jeans and T-shirt. She noted that he must have dressed hurriedly as he had slipped his bare feet into a pair of moccasins and had not fastened his belt. His face was bright red and he looked down rather than at his sister as he shuffled, shamefaced into the room.

"You might well look like that, I cannot believe what I just saw you doing... you didn't even lock your door, so I suppose you wanted the extra thrill of doing it in front of me or the maid. Was that it?" Vicki was well aware that the last thing Paul had in mind was to get caught out, but she also knew that the extra accusation would lend further credibility to her actions.

"Please Vicki, I sorry I had no idea you would come into my room... and you know that there is no key to the door, please don't ring our parents, I couldn't bear it if they were to find out... I couldn't face them."

"What you were doing was disgraceful... and playing with yourself... that is worse than being a homosexual... it is just depraved. If you had been with a girl I could understand you being aroused, but on your own touching yourself... urgh how awful." Paul, although a year older than his sister, was completely taken aback by her words, he felt utterly stupid and ashamed and at a loss for words.

"I am sorry I promise I will never do it in the house again... I promise." "You are right there.." Vicki looked at him, her face cold and scathing. "You will never play with yourself again if I have anything to do with it."

"Please don't ring Mum and Dad... I couldn't bear them to find out." Paul's voice was almost pleading as he looked sheepishly at his sister.

Vicki looked at him and watched him drop his head in shame. "Look at me Paul and listen to me carefully. I am not going to let you off the hook... what you were doing to yourself is called self-abuse. It was dirty, disgusting and degrading. I am going to make you an offer, I will make it only once and it is not negotiable... do you understand?"

There was a slight look of relief on her brother's face as he looked down at her. Vicki kept her demeanour firm and severe. She knew that he would accept anything rather than have his parents find out what he had been doing. Vicki at the same time wanted to make sure that his attitude would be acquiescent and malleable.

"Please Vicki... anything rather than tell Mum and Dad. I could never face them again." Vicki raised her head and looked her brother straight in the eye. "O.K. Listen to me... don't speak until I have finished and then you may say whether you accept or not. If you do not accept I will immediately telephone our parents. Do you understand?"

Paul shuffled his feet and nodded towards his sister. He felt utterly stupid and yet surprised and nervously impressed by his sister's attitude. Like older brothers he had given his younger sister little thought. He was now being subjected to a mature attitude he had not known she possessed.

"Right... the alternative is that you will be punished by me, not just punished but humiliated too. If you protest at any part of it, I will take it that you do not agree to it and I will immediately revert back to a telephone call to Mum and Dad. I am not going to tell you what the punishment is, or go into any other details. You may answer me now with a simple... Yes I accept or no I do not."

Paul looked at her and without hesitation said. "Yes I accept." "Right, take your shirt and jeans off and give me your belt. Don't even think of protesting or hesitating." She watched as her brother blushed profusely, his cheeks burning bright red as he looked at her in shock.

Vicki placed her hand over the telephone on her desk as she observed her brother's acute dilemma. She was aware that getting past this point was crucial. She felt a thrill run through her body as he began to unbutton his shirt. She kept her hand on the telephone as he continued undressing, eventually standing before her in his boxer shorts. He stepped forward and placed his belt on her desk.

Vicki immediately stood up and taking the belt moved around her desk. She quickly took the belt and moved in front of her brother. Within a few minutes she had bound his wrists with the belt and led him to the middle of the room below the timber beam. She made him stand on a small stool while she hooked the belt that was leftover between his wrists over the old iron cleat.

The iron cleat protruded two inches out from the beam and was about nine inches tall. As the strap was placed over the cleat, Paul was able to drop his wrists as the strap slid between the iron and the beam. "You may step down now." She told him, watching him tentatively search for the floor with his bare feet. Once he was stood on the floor, she took the stool away and stood behind him. His body was stretched between floor and ceiling with just enough slack to allow his knees to bend.

"Stand still or I will tie your feet." Her sharp command caused Paul to try and look behind him. She noted that he could only twist his body slightly, making the effort futile. He hung his head on his chest, aware for the first time that he was helplessly fastened.

Vicki walked around to face him. She noted the dejected expression on his face as he looked at her helplessly. She would have liked to have stripped him naked before she had tied him up, further adding to his humiliation. She knew however that this would have caused protestation and delay.

She continued walking around him aware of his trepidation at what his punishment might be. She stood behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder. His body jerked at the sudden contact. She smoothed her hand down his back to his waist.

"Not so cocky now are we, my little 'masturbator'." She quickly hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to his knees. Before he had time to protest, she had them down to his ankles. "Lift your foot... quickly now!" Without waiting she lifted his feet one by one, taking the shorts from around his ankles.

She stood up and threw the shorts onto the desk behind her. She leaned forward and picked up the long ruler. She moved to his side so that she was just within his peripheral vision. Without preamble she raised the ruler and brought it down hard across the top of his buttocks.

Paul jerked his body as though he had been electrocuted. He threw his head back and yelled with pain. His body twisted from side to side, his thighs rubbing together, trying to rid himself of the sting, the surprising painful stroke and wrought across his buttocks. Vicki walked in front of him and stood looking at him dispassionately. After a few moments he stopped writhing and looked at his sister.

"That really hurt, I'm on fire." He almost sobbed as he looked at her. Vicki smiled and looked down at his genitals, noting that his penis was flaccid. It was the first time she had really been able to look at his naked body and she took the opportunity to leisurely examine him from head to toe.

Paul blushed profusely as he realised where she was looking and attempted to hide his genitals from her gaze by pressing his thighs together. "I don't think you are going to behave yourself are you Paul. I think I had better tie you a little better than I have, what do you think?"

Paul hung his head and groaned. "That really hurt, I couldn't bear another one like that... I couldn't bear the pain." His tone was pleading as he looked at his younger sister. Vicki was delighted with the sight before her... her reality far better than any dream she had had. She looked up at her brother and raising her arm lifted his chin with the end of the rule. "You had better mend your ways then hadn't you Paul. I am going to leave you for a moment, so that you may reflect on your hurt."

Vicki walked behind the naked boy and laid the rule on the desk. She walked from the bedroom leaving the door wide open. She crossed to her brother's bedroom and searching around his room, located the weights for his barbells. She picked up two medium weights and carried them back to her bedroom. She placed them about four feet apart behind her brother's legs. Quickly she took the skipping rope from her bookshelf and threaded the handle of the rope through the hole of the barbell weight and tied the end. Making a double loop she took hold of his ankle.

"Place you feet as far apart as you can get them, come on now or I will give you another stroke of the ruler." She ignored her brother's groans and protestations as she looped the skipping rope around his ankle. Leaving loose rope on the floor between his legs, she pushed his other ankle towards the second weight, stretching his legs wide apart. She tied a second loop and knotted it before passing the end of the rope through the weight and tying it. She stood up, her chest heaving with the recent effort and stood back to examine her handiwork.

She noted that a livid wheal had appeared across the top of his buttocks. She had not meant to hit him so hard or cause so much pain, but she had had no experience to ascertain how hard to swing the ruler.

She noted that his body was trembling as she walked around him. His feet were now slightly further back than his shoulders and she noted with glee that his genitals hung down freely between his widely spread legs.

He raised his head to look at her as she once more stood facing him. His face was flushed and his forehead was wet with perspiration, she raised her hand and stoked his cheek before speaking gently to him. "Right we are going to have a little question and answer session. If I think you are being evasive or untruthful I will give you another smack across your bare bottom, do you understand me?"

Paul looked at her his expression almost dazed as he hung from the beam. He blushed once more at her words. Vicki walked around to the desk and picked up the long ruler. She moved to stand at his side. She gently tapped his buttocks with the ruler. "Can you feel this Paul." She tapped the centre of his buttocks, causing him to clench the muscles. "Yes, please don't hit me again."

"This is not part of your punishment... in fact I don't believe I have told you how many strokes you are going to get. What ever you get now will be on top of what I originally intended to give you, so I would think twice before you lie to me."

Paul hung his head he seemed unable to protest anymore. Vicki smiled to her self as she tapped his buttocks once more.

"How many times a day do you masturbate? Don't lie to me, or you will have another mark on this bare bottom of yours." Vicki realised the shame he was feeling each time she mentioned his nakedness. "Come along the truth now." "er... twice..." His voice was almost a croak as he answered her.

Vicki was fairly sure that this was true. From what she had read she knew that most males woke up with an erection or erected very soon after waking. She also knew that Paul liked to linger in bed in the mornings and so presumed that this was when he masturbated.

"When do you do it, come on answer me." "er... in the mornings... and sometimes at night or when I get home from school." His face was suffused in red from his embarrassment.

Vicki paused for a moment before delivering her final and most embarrassing question. "Who or what do you think about while you are doing it."

Vicki watched the look of anguish appear on her brother's face. He twisted his head to try and look at her. "er... I don't think of anything really... I j'just erm do it." Vicki knew this to be a lie, not only was it obvious from his hesitation and the evasiveness of his answer, but she also knew he had a crush on Veronica.

Vicki smiled to her self as she thought he could not have made a worse choice. She raised the ruler and swung it against the very centre of his buttocks. She was careful to limit the force of the blow, but still surprised to see the violence of his reaction. She thrilled as his hips jerked forward, his penis and testicles swinging backwards and forwards between his widely stretched legs as he tried to alleviate the pain.

"You might as well tell me the truth, I can go on all night if necessary, so I would think again before you lie to me." Paul groaned, he looked utterly humiliated as he tried to turn his head towards his sister. "Do I have to say... please I am so embarrassed?"

Vicki raised the rule but instead of striking him she held it threateningly. "It's Veronica... erm Veronica Soames." He blurted out in sudden fear of another stroke.

Vicki smiled to herself. "So you have been lusting after the head girl at school, have you, and then you have insulted her by doing your dirty deeds every day. How degrading for her, I have a good mind to tell her." "Oh please Vicki don't. I really am sorry I promise I will never do it again... pleeeease don't tell her."

"I afraid that you are in no position to plead for my discretion, instead you had better prepare yourself for your punishment. In view of the affront to my best friend I am afraid that the first part of you punishment is going to be very painful for you. You only have yourself to blame so take it like a brave boy."

Vicki realised the effect her words would have upon him as she watched his face colour into a deep red blush. "Get that bottom up as far as you can." She watched as Paul tried to push his bottom backwards, his hips quivering with fear and trepidation.

"I am going to give you eight hard strokes... brace yourself." Vicki could not contain the thrill she felt between her legs as she raised the ruler and brought it down in an arc against the firm plump flesh of Paul's bottom, "creaaaaccck" The ruler bit cruelly into the bare flesh.

Again a thrill raced through her loins as the boy's body arched in pain, his penis and testicles swinging upwards, the pain coursing through his buttocks.

Vicki did not hesitate. She raised the ruler and brought it down across the centre of his buttocks. She gave him no respite until she had delivered eight hard strokes, striping his buttocks from the below the base of his spine to the sensitive juncture between his bottom and the top of his thighs. In utter surprise she felt herself orgasm as the boy screamed with pain as she delivered the last stroke. She pressed her legs together as wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through her body, his screams echoing in her ears as she relished her private pleasure.

She watched fascinated as Paul's body bucked and trembled violently in an attempt to rid himself of the pain. His mouth was open wide, taking in gulps of air between his anguished groans.

Vicki quickly put down her ruler and moved to his side, pressing her body close to his she laid her hand gently across the cheeks of his bottom and whispered in his ear. "There my poor baby, did I hurt you? My... you are in a state. She placed the flat of her other hand against his heaving chest, slowly caressing the flesh as she let the hand slide down until her palm was over the pubic hair above his penis. Deliberately she moved her hand lower, stroking the soft flesh of his penis before cupping her hand under his testicles. She pulled them forward and squeezed gently as slipped her other hand between the cheeks of his bottom. Even through the intense pain, Paul jerked his body in anguish and embarrassment as she handled him so familiarly.

"Please.... d'' don't." Paul blushed profusely as he felt her fingers slip intimately between the cheeks of his bottom. He felt her press her forefinger against the sensitive sphincter of his bottom as she deliberately squeezed his testicles.

Vicki pushed the tip of her forefinger into the opening of his bottom, at the same time letting go of his testicles, she took a firm hold of his flaccid penis. She felt his entire body shiver as she pulled the skin of the foreskin back to reveal the sensitive glans. "Not feeling quite so naughty now are we?" She whispered to him as she began to manipulate his foreskin, drawing the timid flesh backwards and forwards over the sensitive nerve ends of the glans.

Vicki pressed her breast against his body as she continued to manipulate his foreskin, her delicate fingers expertly coaxing the timid flesh. "Why Paul I do believe your penis is beginning to erect. What sort of behaviour is that for a young boy?"

Paul could only moan incoherently as Vicki quickened her strokes. Her finger nails occasionally scoring over the underside of his penis as it began to erect. "What is this then..." Vicki deliberately drew attention to his penis, causing the boy to look down reluctantly as she took a firmer hold upon his penis and quickly pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go.

Paul could only mutter, his voice thick with emotion as Vicki brought his penis to a full erection. The rigid flesh stood out from his body as she played with his penis. She pushed the forefinger of her hand harder against the opening of his sphincter, thrilling as she felt it slide up into his bottom, lubricated only by the sudden perspiration of his body.

"Arggghhh" Paul gasped as he felt the slender finger penetrate his bottom. His body trembled as his sister played with the very core of his emotions, the fire is his bottom seemed to accent his sexual arousal. He had never experienced any sensation to compare with what he felt now. Every touch every caress brought him to new heights of sexual sensation. His body was stretched taut; every sinew strained as his sister expertly used her hands upon his body.

Suddenly she withdrew her hand from his bottom and quickly took a thick rubber band from her skirt pocket. Holding his penis firmly, she pulled the foreskin back along the shaft and slipped the band over the head of the penis, pulling it downwards over the rigid flesh until it was wrapped tightly around the very base of the shaft.

She stood back and picked up the heavy ruler. A thrill ran through her body as she moved to stand facing him. Placing her legs astride she looked at the naked boy before her. Extending the ruler, she tapped his penis in an upward motion, the wood making a slapping sound against the underside of the engorged flesh..

"Well my dear Paul, just look at you." She heard him groan as he dropped his head, his embarrassment clearly written all over his face.

"Look at me Paul." Her words were spoken with a firm tone as she observed the look of anguish upon his face.

Paul lifted his head and looked at his sister. His face was bright red and his lips were trembling as involuntarily, he met her gaze. A tear rolled down his cheek as Vicki once more tapped his erect penis with the wooden rule.

"You chose to expose yourself to me... now you are forced to do it, you are not quite so happy are you?" Paul trembled before her, every muscle in his body strained with sensation as he looked at his younger sister. He could not help noticing her trim figure, her young breasts pressing against the crisp white shirt of her uniform as she moved towards him. He trembled as she deliberately extended her arm and gripped the tip of his penis with her slender fingers.

"This... my dear Paul will get you into a lot of trouble if you are not careful., although come to think of it, you seem to be in a lot of trouble already.!" She carefully pushed the foreskin back, stretching the skin tightly. Paul groaned in anguish at the utter humiliation. He felt totally exposed and unable to control the absolute anguish he felt.

He felt his body begin to tremble uncontrollably as Vicki stretched the skin of his foreskin back along the shaft of his penis. He felt his penis begin to throb, nothing in his experience had prepared him for the sensation he was now feeling. She quickly took another elastic band from her pocket and slipped it over the head of his erect organ. She pushed it down the shaft until the foreskin was held back, leaving the glans fully exposed.

Abruptly Vicki released his penis and cupped his testicles, squeezing them gently before taking her hand away and standing back to look at the naked boy.

"I promised that you would be humiliated and punished Paul. I am afraid that there is worse to come. Look at yourself, your penis is quite exposed, what a sight you look. Look at me Paul, while I am talking to you."

Paul reluctantly met his sister's steady gaze. He blushed immediately as their eyes met. He could feel the heat in his cheeks as she observed him, coolly appraising his body. Paul could only watch in horror, as she looked him up and down her gaze resting on his erect penis. He could only groan in anguish as she casually flicked the end of his penis with her fingers. His erection seemed to be beyond his control, the elastic bands holding him firmly and accentuating his utter helplessness.

"I am going to let you stand there, looking utterly foolish while I decide what form your humiliation will take."

Paul groaned as she spoke, horribly aware of just how helpless and humiliated he felt. He looked at Vicki, his face flushed and full of anguish. His voice was almost pleading as he spoke. "Please Vicki... no more please..." His body trembled with emotion as he tried to speak.

Vicki looked at him her face passive. She stood with her legs astride, her breasts pushed against the crisp white cotton of her blouse as she placed her hands behind her back.

"I am going to humiliate you, as you have humiliated me. You have been let off the worst of your punishment by my silence. I should have told our parents... and I decided not to. But you are going to be humiliated. I am going to leave you for a while, so you may use the time to reflect upon what you have done." She moved towards him and cupped his chin in her hand.

Looking into his eyes she placed her other hand between his legs and gently took hold of his testicles, delicately moving the soft balls within his scrotum. She watched him blush profusely as she held him. "You need to be taken in hand Paul... and I am going to make sure that you are."

Vicki deliberately squeezed his testicles and then moved away from him. Silently she walked behind him and out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Paul was in anguish, his whole body trembled as he stood spread-eagled. He could not help looking down at his penis, which jutted out in front of him. His erection held in limbo by the elastic bands, which she had placed around the shaft.

His thoughts were in turmoil, he could neither think straight nor stop the trembling of his body. The pain in his buttocks reminded him of his utter humiliation as he vainly tried to control his emotions. He began to weep, unable to contain the tears that welled up in his eyes and rolled down on to his cheeks.

It was twenty minutes later that the three girls entered the room. Veronica had hardly been able to contain her excitement when Vicki had phoned her to tell of her success in manipulating the boy so easily. Veronica had dressed in a white cotton shirt, her firm breasts unfettered beneath the crisply ironed garment.

Her hair was tied back into a bun at the back of her head. Groomed to perfection, her hair shone with health. She had carefully chosen her clothes, as had Vicki, to a studied effect of innocence. Her pleated navy skirt cut just above the knee, displaying her long tanned legs. She had walked the short distance to Vicki's house deliberately quelling the excitement she felt.

Veronica had walked into the room first. Behind her Vicki was prodding a reluctant maid in the back. Nancy had been told of Vicki's plans that morning and had been reluctant to take part, until Vicki had reminded her that if she refused, she would accuse her of stealing her mother's clothes.

Vicki had painstakingly instructed the maid in what she would be required to do and had made sure that she would obey her to the letter. Nancy was carrying a small stainless steel dish, which Vicki had asked her to fetch from the kitchen.

The three girls stood behind the naked boy. Veronica admiring his lithe body, noted with glee the wheals across his buttocks where her friend and laid her ruler.

Paul, had heard movement behind him but was unable to turn his head. His face was red and tear stained, his bottom lip trembling as he heard the familiar voice of Veronica Soames.

"So Paul, you have been a naughty boy have you, playing with yourself while imagining all sorts of filthy thoughts about me. Is that what you have been doing?" Veronica observed the boy's buttocks clench as he heard her voice.

Paul shook and trembled in utter humiliation as he realised that Veronica Soames, was not only present in the room, but that she could see his naked body. In horror he looked down at himself, blushing profusely as he saw that his penis was still semi-erect. He trembled in abject humiliation as he heard her footsteps approach him as he hung naked.

He turned his head as far as he could to the side, his eyes pleading to be spared his utter humiliation. He watched as she came within his view. Her pretty face turned towards him as she walked around and stood facing his naked body.

"Well Paul, what have you got to say for yourself? What a nasty young boy you have been. Vicki has told me all about it, so don't try and deny any part of it." Veronica sharpened her tone. "Look at me, when I am speaking to you, have you no manners either,"

Veronica was well aware of every nuance of the boy's utter humiliation. She thrilled as he raised his head, his eyes betraying his utter helplessness as he reluctantly met her steady gaze.

His horror was such that he almost fainted as she moved towards him and reached out her arm, stretching out the delicate fingers of her right hand. Deliberately she took a firm hold of his penis. She looked straight into his eyes as she squeezed the timid flesh, noting him wince with acute embarrassment as her fingers encircled his penis.

"Is this what you imagined me doing, holding your penis and moving your foreskin up and down until you cum. Is that it Paul?"

Paul groaned... his humiliation complete as she gently slipped the rubber bands off his penis, and took a firmer hold of his soft flesh.

He tired to turn his body away from her, but was unable to move more than a few inches as she placed her other hand between his widely spread legs and gently cupped his testicles.

Paul almost stood on tiptoe as she caressed the soft sensitive skin of his scrotum, jiggling the testes around within the sac as she looked into his eyes. "Do you feel quite so cocky now...mmm answer me you naughty little boy." Her hands busied themselves on his penis and testicles as she waited for his reply.

Paul could hardly speak, his throat felt dry and his lips trembled as he tried to form the words.

"er.. er... n'no... em" His voice trailed off as she squeezed firmly before letting go of him.

"You may address me as Miss. I think you have already been far too familiar in your attitude towards me, don't you think?" Her deliberate questioning of him was designed to cause the maximum amount of embarrassment.

Paul groaned as he raised his head and looked at her, his body almost weary with the humiliation he was feeling. He watched her look down at his penis, unable to stop himself following her gaze. To his horror he realised that his penis was now fully erect.

Paul managed to raise his head and look at her. Veronica was stood with her feet apart. Her hands were clasped behind her back, accenting the firm pressure of her breasts against the crisp cotton shirt. He managed to speak, his face turning an even deeper red as his voice croaked an answer.

"er... no Miss... I am so sorry." He stammered his reply, his body trembling with emotion as he watched Vicki and the maid walk around him and stand beside Veronica.

Vicki looked at him, the excitement she felt hidden behind her firm tone. "I will not prolong this any more than I have to Paul." She looked across at her friend Veronica and then back to the helpless naked body of her brother.

"I have decided that you will never ever play with yourself again. I would hate to think you were touching yourself or having filthy thoughts about my best friend." She looked towards Veronica, their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments and yet in that time conveying a sense of victory to each other. Vicki turned back to Paul and continued.

"I realise that young boys build up semen in their testicles and that you are obviously no exception. Just look at the way your penis is sticking out." Paul blushed and averted his eyes from his sister's gaze as she deliberately and carefully chose her words to cause the maximum amount of embarrassment to him.

"I am not prepared to take your word that you will never masturbate in this house again and so I am going to take you firmly in hand." Again Vicki chose words that would cause the maximum amount of embarrassment. "Therefore I have instructed Nancy to milk you of your semen twice a day. She will, under my, or occasionally Veronica's supervision, masturbate you once in the morning and once after school. You will NOT touch yourself ever again while you are under this roof. Do you understand?"

Paul could hardly believe his ears, he was near to fainting as his sister spoke to him again. "I have decided that in return for your humiliating behaviour and embarrassing display in front of me, that Veronica will watch you while Nancy extracts your semen from you. I hope this will teach you a lesson. I want your word that you will never touch or play with your own penis again while you are living here. Come along answer me... I still have the ruler if you would like Veronica to see you get another smack bottom."

Paul groaned, desperately trying to take charge of his emotions. His trembling lips whispering, "I promise" as his face blushed to an almost purple hue. His body was shaking and trembling as he watched Vicki reach into her pockets and pull out a pair of surgical gloves. His whole body shook and trembled as he watched her draw them on to her dainty hands, snapping the soft rubber against her wrists and smoothing the thin rubber over her fingers. She reached into the metal tray that the maid was holding and took a tube of lubricant, which she daintily spread onto the fingers of her right hand.

"Now I understand that the prostrate gland is very sensitive to stimulus, so while Nancy is manipulating your penis, I shall insert my finger into your bottom."

Paul gasped as he heard her words, his whole body was in shock as Veronica took the tray from the maid and led her to stand in front of him. Vicki looked at Nancy and spoke sternly. "We will have no false modesty... so come along girl take hold of him and get to work, Veronica will catch his semen in the dish."

Vicki watched as Nancy almost timidly took hold of the boy's penis. Her fingers wrapping delicately around the erect flesh as she raised her other hand... and looking to Vicki for confirmation, gently cupped her hand under his testicles. Vicki quickly walked around the naked boy and quickly delivered three stinging smacks to his bottom. The flesh jiggling under the force of her hand and his buttocks immediately showed the imprint of her rubber glove.

"Relax your buttocks... I won't tell you again." Vicki slipped her hand between his bottom cheeks and quickly located the sphincter. She teased the tight orifice, feeling him squirm as she slipped her forefinger up into him. She could feel the muscle close around her finger as she gently probed with her fingertip, finding his prostate almost immediately.

Veronica looked at Nancy, noting how the girl seemed to have lost her inhibitions as she worked the foreskin up and down the shaft of the young boy's penis. "Now Nancy tell me when he is about to come, I don't want to sully Vicki's bedroom by having semen splash onto the floor."

Nancy spoke, as her hands increased their tempo upon the boy's timid flesh. "I'll know when he is going to come Miss." Her fingers now expertly coaxing the erect member to a greater stiffness than Paul had ever known before.

He could not contain his emotions, he gasped and groaned as the fingers of the maid and that of his sister seemed to inflame his whole body. He grunted as Vicki smoothed her finger over the sensitive prostate gland, pushing her entire finger up into his bottom.

"Arrggggghhhhh... arrrrrggghhh." Paul groaned as he felt his impending climax, his whole nervous system aflame with humiliation and sexual sensation. Nancy spoke quietly as she expertly milked his penis. "He is going to come now, shall I finish him off miss?

Veronica could see that the girl had had plenty of experience in arousing the male. She looked at Vicki's younger brother and then down at the maid as her hands stimulated the boy to an anguished and reluctant arousal. The young maid's hand became a blur of motion, her hand suddenly flying over the sensitive head of his organ as she held his foreskin back so that the bared flesh would have no respite from the touch of her fingers.

Paul could not help the involuntary jerking of his hips as he ejaculated. "arrggggggghhhhhh... oooooooohhhhhhhhh." He grunted and groaned as Nancy aimed his penis at the waiting dish.

Calmly, Veronica held the dish with one hand as she reached forward and cruelly pinched the boy's nipple, just as he ejaculated.

Paul moaned and groaned, almost in a dead faint, as Nancy milked every drop of semen from him. He shivered as her fingers expertly squeezed upwards along the rigid shaft of his penis, coaxing the last globules of semen from deep within him.

He was hardly aware of what was happening as the girls untied him and led him to a straight-backed chair. His whole body felt drained, his humiliation so acute that his body trembled from head to foot as he sat there, his hands in his lap as he covered his genitals.

It was some time later after the girls had left the room and then returned that Vickie spoke to him. "Stand up and put you hands on your head. I am going to inform you of what lies in store for you from now on."

Almost wearily he stood up, looking pleadingly at the three girls as he raised his hands and placed them on top of his head.

"Tomorrow at seven thirty prompt ... and each subsequent morning, you will, stand naked by your bed. Veronica or I will supervise Nancy in extracting your semen from you.

For your information we will use various methods; one of which I have read about, will entail you kneeling on your bed, while either Veronica or myself insert a finger into your bottom and manipulate your prostate gland. Nancy of course will masturbate you so that your semen is caught in a dish placed below you. If you object or refuse to obey any of my, or Veronica's instructions you will be thrashed and of course I will tell my parents what you were doing earlier this evening.

"There is one other thing... as I, or perhaps Veronica will have to insert a finger up into your bottom, I have instructed Nancy on how to prepare and deliver an enema. As Nancy may be alone with you while she is doing this, I have instructed her to smack your bottom should you not obey her instantly. Do you understand?"

Vicki placed her hand between his legs and held his testicles firmly. "Come along answer me...yes or no, I don't want to hear any other word from you." Paul looked at his sister shamefacedly, he could barely stammer the word "Yes" as his sister took hold of his penis with her other hand, her delicate fingers squeezing hard against the soft flesh.

"Right you may go to your room and shower. Then I want you to lay face down on your bed while you are still naked. Veronica will be through later to smack your naughty bottom." Paul looked aghast as his sister informed him of her plans. Paul opened his mouth to protest, but was stopped by the sharp squeeze of his sister fingers upon his genitals.

"Off you go and think yourself lucky that you are not facing our parents right now and explaining your actions to them."

Vicki let go of him and placing her hand on his hip turned him towards the door. She could not resist slapping his naked bottom as he stumbled forward, almost blinded by his embarrassment.

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2

Vickie smiled at her recollections as she moved down the ships small medical ward. The beds were unoccupied apart from one, where Gillian, still naked, was laid face down, her bottom raised up by two pillows beneath her hips.

As Vicki approached the bed she laid her hand gently on the girl's bottom, noting that the livid red marks of the strap had faded somewhat.

"You poor baby, feeling any better now?" Vicki deliberately slipped her fingers between the cheeks of the girl's upturned bottom, gently probing until she was able to slide a delicate finger beneath the plump folds of the labia. The girl shivered as Vicki slipped her finger into her, probing gently inside the moist orifice. "There you lie still, and I will have one of the nurses come and gently bathe that sore bottom of yours." Gillian, although thoroughly embarrassed could not contain the excitement that swept through her at the touch of the pretty young doctor's hand. The young nurses had already brought her to orgasm twice, once during admission, making her stand with her legs apart, while she was being examined prior to her seeing the doctor... and then a second time as they applied a soothing cream to her bottom. Vicki swirled her finger twice inside the girl and then gently withdrew her hand. She smiled to herself as she watched the girl press her pubis against the pillows. Vicki was well aware that the girl would be brought to orgasm once more by the time her nurses had finished their ministrations to the girl's bottom. Vicki had felt tingles of excitement run through her body ever since Veronica had told her to expect a new cabin boy in for a medical inspection. Although she had not analysed her thoughts, she knew deep down that she was really hoping that he would be like Paul. She patted Gillian's thigh and moved on down the ward. She had dressed carefully, choosing a silk blouse that showed every contour of her firm breasts. She had spent a good deal of time in front of the mirror, bending this way and that, noting the effect of her naked breasts beneath the silk of her blouse, finally deciding to leave a further button undone. She wore a navy skirt, dark sheer hold-up stockings and high-heeled Gucci shoes. She had put on a white lab coat over her blouse leaving it unbuttoned. She took her stethoscope from her pocket and placed it around her neck as she walked into the examination room.

Vickie could hardly contain her excitement as she saw the young boy sitting in the middle of the room. Perfect she thought as she walked towards him, noting that her nurses had quickly taken their cue and moved to each side of his chair, A further thrill of excitement coursed through her body as the nurses, taking the boy by each arm, bade him stand up. Vickie examined the lean figure standing before her. Perfect... absolutely perfect she thought as she watched him suddenly blush as he looked at her. You will be blushing a lot more that that my dear boy by the time I have finished with you, she thought as she stood in front of him. One of the nurses stood behind him and quickly untied the green hospital gown. She could feel the boy tremble as she let the gown slide down his arms and chest, leaving him totally naked as it dropped to the floor. Peter immediately clasped his hands against his groin, covering his penis and testicles as the gown was removed. "Stand up straight for the Doctor, there's a good boy." The nurse's voice was soothing almost a whisper in his ear as he stood there trembling. He had never felt so embarrassed as the doctor moved towards him. He could not bring himself to look at her as she stood close to him and put her hands on either side of his neck. "So you are Peter are you" She spoke softly to him as she smoothed her soft fingers around his neck, ostensibly feeling his glands, but really examining his face. He is perfect, she thought as her hands moved down over his shoulders, feeling the smoothness of his body and noting the firm muscle tone. She could feel him tremble as she slipped her hands between his arms and his body, resting her hands gently on his waist. The nurses did not need to be told what to do. Standing on either side of him they gently took his arms and pulled them away from his groin. "Just stand with your arms by your sides there's a good boy and let the doctor have a look at you." The nurse knew just how play on the young boy's feeling of humiliation as she held his arm to the side. Vickie lifted her stethoscope and listened to the boy's heart. The familiar sounds of a healthy beat, racing with nervousness and embarrassment were like music to her ears. "Turn around for me Peter, there's a good boy.... You are going to be a good boy aren't you?" Vickie watched him blush as she spoke condescendingly to him. She was absolutely delighted with his acquiescence as he shamefacedly turned around. He clasped his hand to his groin once more as he turned his back to the doctor, well aware of the interested gaze of the pretty nurses. The nurses quickly pulled his hands away from his groin and placed them at his sides... "Now just be a good boy and let the doctor have a good look at you." Once again the nurse's words were designed to further embarrass the boy. Vickie was able to smile at the nurse without the boy seeing her. A look of conspiracy passed between the two girls before Vicki looked down at the boy's naked buttocks. Perfect, she thought. Another thrill ran through her body as she placed the stethoscope to his back, moving the cold metal over the boy's naked flesh. Now for a good look at his penis and testicles, she thought as a small tremor ran through her body. She could not help smoothing her hand down his back and over the hillocks of his buttocks before she bade him turn around. Peter turned around and stood facing the doctor. He groaned inwardly as she gently placed her hands on his waist. He could not help blushing profusely as the two nurses took his arms and raised them, placing his arms on his head. He looked helplessly at the young woman in front of him as she looked at his naked body. "Legs apart for the doctor now, there's a good boy." Richard trembled even more as the nurses placed their hands on the inside of his thighs and made him shuffle his legs until they were widespread.

"There's a good boy, spread wide so we can have a good look at you." Vickie spoke softly to him as she stepped forward, hiding her excitement as she gently lifted his testicles. Her delicate touch caused the boy to tremble as she held the soft sac of the scrotum in her hand. "There just relax and give me a nice big cough now, there's a good boy." Peter quaked as she gently lifted his testicles and at the same time placed the flat of her hand against his tummy. She could feel him tremble as she drew his testicles forward. "Now Peter, one more nice big cough and then we're through." Vickie could see that the boy was consumed with embarrassment. His face had seemed to brighten when she had said that she would be through. Little did he know thought Vickie that he would be subjected to more humiliation and domination than he had ever thought possible. "There that wasn't so bad now was it." She let go of his testicles as he coughed once more. She was most careful to avoid touching his penis as she took her hand away from his tummy. "Now Peter, I am going to examine you very thoroughly. I have to do this as we are away at sea for long periods of time. It would be dreadful if you were taken ill and I was not able to deal with it. So for that reason, I make sure that everyone on board is thoroughly checked on a regular basis." She watched his face as he blushed with embarrassment. She could tell that he had been acutely humiliated by his experiences so far and that her words had added to his embarrassment. "Now I want you to start running on the spot... can you do that for me... mmm, can you Peter?" Her eyes twinkled as she spoke to him. Peter was utterly humiliated by the thought of what she had asked him to do. He was completely out of his depth. Her beauty and assertive manner played havoc with his senses, making his reply almost inaudible. The doctor moved back and watched him as he began to timidly move his feet up and down. Peter was immediately aware that his penis was slapping against his thighs as he moved. He blushed a deep red as the doctor watched his clumsy efforts. "Come along Peter, I want you really quite out of breath by the time you have finished. Get those knees up and go faster, it will take you all day at that rate." Peter blushed once more. He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he began to move faster, raising his knees. He was horrified to feel his penis beginning to engorge as it slapped from side to side against his thighs. "Come along, get your knees up higher, there's a good boy." Vickie spoke firmly to him, watching his face blush with embarrassment, rather than physical effort. She watched as his penis began to fill, the soft flesh slapping and jiggling against his body as he increased his efforts. Peter's mind was in turmoil. His penis had begun to slap upwards against his stomach as he raised his knees higher. His breath came in gasps as he began to tire. He was dismayed to see that the two nurses had moved forward to stand with the doctor and now all three girls were watching him as he self consciously continued his running on the spot. Vickie looked down at his groin, aware that the boy's penis was almost fully erected. She raised her hand and bade him to stop. "O.K. Peter, I think that will do. She moved forward as he stood looking hopelessly embarrassed. A thrill ran through her body as she placed the stethoscope in her ears and moved to stand close to him. She could feel his hot breath against her cheek as she placed the stethoscope on his chest. "Now breathe deeply and let me listen to your chest." Her words were softly spoken as she deliberately placed her hand on his hip, keeping the boy close to her as she moved the stethoscope over his chest and listened to his lungs. "Turn around, there's a good boy." Vickie could feel his erect penis brush against her hip as she let the stethoscope drop to place her other hand on his hip; turning him away from her. She moved even closer, letting her breasts brush against his back, before placing the stethoscope against his skin. "Nice deep breaths now, there's a good boy." Peter was beside himself with abject humiliation. His body had begun to tremble as he felt the doctor casually place a cool hand against his waist. He was acutely aware that he was completely at her mercy. "That seems fine." She said brightly as she once more placed both hands on his hips and turned him to face her. "We are nearly done and so far you have been a very good boy." She looked into his eyes, causing him to blush once more as she spoke to him. "You are a well-behaved young boy, aren't you Peter." Her words caused a further blush as she placed her hand on his cheek. "You seem a little hot. Is it too warm in here for you. You don't think you have a temperature do you?" Every word she spoke seemed to heighten the boy's complete embarrassment. His face was bright red and he could feel his cheeks burning. He could not help looking at her, noting her breasts pressed against the silk of her blouse and the swelling of the firm flesh of her breasts as the material parted, showing a deep cleavage. "Right Peter we are nearly done and you seem fine." She watched the relief on his face as she said those words. She waited before speaking again, admiring his lithe body as he trembled before her. "Now, the nurses are going to put you on the examination table and I am going to have a look in your ears and check your eyes. After that I will check your tummy and then apart from taking your samples we are all done. How does that sound, not too bad is it? A big boy like you should be able to manage that." Peter felt his bottom lip tremble as he looked at her. Her words and manner had reduced his stature to that of a child. He could hardly see through his haze of embarrassment as the nurses gently took his hands and led him to the table.

He could hardly cope with putting one foot in front of the other as they stood him against the table. He was miserably aware that his penis was still erect as he stood with his tummy pressed against the cold chromium sides of the table. The strong overhead lights were suddenly switched on and illuminated the table brightly. He looked at the stirrups at the far end of the table and at the tray of stainless steel instruments on the trolley placed to the side. The nurses helped him up onto the crisp sheet, which covered the surface. He trembled as they laid him down flat, horribly aware of his penis, which although not quite erect, still stood out from his body, pointing towards his tummy.

The nurse spoke gently to him as she took his arm. "I am just going to take your blood pressure and then doctor wants a small sample of blood from you. The nurse busied herself with taking his blood pressure. While the tourniquet was inflated he felt a small prick in his vein. He winced slightly as she drew a vial of blood. She continued with the pressure reading and placed a small plaster on his arm.

"There now, that wasn't so bad was it?" The nurse leaned over him pressing her hand onto his chest. "Doctor is just going to look in your eyes and ears, so just lie still for her, there's a good boy." The nurse's pretty face was almost touching his as she leaned over him. Peter blushed at the close proximity of the pretty girl, unable to stop himself from blushing once more.

He lay back and looked at the strong overhead lights, which illuminated the table. He felt gentle hands against his face as the doctor turned his head to the side and placed a device to his ear. Her soft breasts pressed against his arm as she leaned over him. Her perfume invaded his senses as she moved his head to and fro. Her long delicate fingers were soft against his cheek as she placed the instrument down on the trolley and took a small torch, which she shone into his eyes. Her close proximity and the softness of her breasts, as she leaned over him, caused his penis to begin to engorge once more. His bottom lip trembled as she stood back and looked at him. "There now, I am just going to palpitate your tummy and then we are nearly finished, O.K?" She smiled down at him, thrilled with what she saw. His penis was almost erect and stood out from his slim body. His skin shone with perspiration as he lay under the strong lights. She noticed that his legs were pressed tightly together, hiding his testicles although able to do nothing about his penis, which was almost erect. He blushed as she deliberately placed her hand against his tummy.

The nurses had moved to his side and had taken hold of his wrists pulling his arms slightly away from his body. She looked at his face noting the look of utter dismay as she began to feel his tummy. Her soft hands moved over him, pressing and kneading the flesh. She knew full well that her soft touch was playing havoc with his senses. She moved her hands down his body, her fingertips teasing the pubic hair as she continued her examination. She looked at his face, to see that his lips were trembling and that his eyes were now tightly shut. She smiled at the nurses as they followed her gaze.

"Right that seems fine, I will let the nurses get you ready for your samples and then you are finished, how's that?" Peter was in turmoil. He was aware that his penis stood up, no longer touching his body. He opened his eyes, confused at her words. As yet he was not alarmed, like most people he knew little of medicine and had had only two previous examinations in his life. Both of these and been somewhat cursory affairs. He watched as the doctor moved away from the table and the nurses placed their hands under his shoulders. One of the nurses spoke softly to his as she helped him to sit up. There now nearly finished.. just scoot down the bed a little will you so that you can sit up with your legs hanging over the end. There's a good boy." Peter brightened visibly at the thought that his examination would soon be finished. He quickly sat up and shuffled to the end of the examination couch. He sat upright with his hands over his groin trying hard to hide his erect penis. Although nervous and embarrassed, he did not seem unduly alarmed until the second nurse pulled the stirrups round and stood in front of him. His expression turned from mild curiosity to abject dismay as she calmly placed her hands on his knees. "Right young man just lay back as you are." Peter did not know what to think as he lay down, acutely aware that although his hands were covering his penis, the nurse could see between his legs. He blushed as the second nurse took his wrists and placed his arms so that they were stretched out behind his head. Before he could protest the other nurse had taken his leg and placed it in the stirrup high above the end of the table. He shivered with dread as she placed his other leg in the opposite stirrup and then moved the posts forward so that his knees were bent towards his chest. "There just relax and I'll get doctor to just come and take a sample." Peter blushed profusely, acutely aware that he was rudely on display. He could feel his testicles hanging down between his legs and was embarrassingly aware that his bottom cheeks were stretched wide and exposed. He looked down his body acutely aware that his penis was standing out between his legs. It had happened so quickly that he had hardly been given time to protest.

His voice was cracked and dry as he spoke to the nurse. "Er..er.. what sample Miss? I gave a urine sample earlier." His voice stammered and he was trembling with embarrassment as the nurse fastened his ankles into the stirrup. "The doctor will tell you, don't worry Peter, she is not going to hurt you." Peter looked at the nurse in anguish as she finished fastening his ankles within the stirrups. He shivered as she placed her hand gently against his tummy. The softness of her hand so casually placed, accenting his utter helplessness and complete inability to preserve any modesty. His lip trembled as the doctor walked around the table and stood between his widely parted thighs. He looked at her in horror as she pulled a rubber glove on to one hand and casually applied lubricant from a tube onto one finger of her gloved hand. At the same time the nurse walked around to the head of the table and leaned her body over, pressing her soft breasts against his upturned hands and holding his elbows firmly. The nurse whispered to him as she pressed her body down, holding his arms firmly in place. "Just relax, it will all be over soon, there's a good little boy." Peter began to tremble as the doctor placed her bare hand casually on the inside of his thigh. The second nurse bent forward under the stirrup holding his right leg and gently placed her hands on each bottom cheek. Without warning, she stretched the soft flesh of his bottom cheeks apart, completely exposing the rosebud of his sphincter.

Peter was in anguish as the doctor pressed her finger against the tender flesh of his sphincter. "I am just going to extract a sample of semen from you so just be a good boy and try and keep still." Her finger moved sensuously between the cheeks of his bottom as she spoke. "There, there... you relax now, don't fight it." Her words designed to cause him the maximum of embarrassment as she pushed her finger against the tightly closed muscles of his sphincter. Peter began to tremble and shake as the doctor teased the virginal opening of his bottom, her finger sending waves of sensation through the young boys body as she teased open the sphincter. She slid her finger in easily and quickly rotated it until she found the plump flesh of the prostate gland. She began to slowly rub the tip of her finger over the soft tissue as she cupped her hand under his testicles and held them gently. Vickie was acutely aware that the boy was already so aroused that it would not be long before he ejaculated. As if on cue the nurse let go of the cheeks of his bottom and took a small stainless steel container. She moved to the side of the bed and almost nonchalantly took hold of his penis. She pulled the foreskin back until the skin was tightly stretched and then moved her hand up in a milking motion.

The doctor looked at the body of the trembling boy as he lay before her. She spoke softly, her words designed to arouse his senses. "There, just relax now, it will all be over soon. Don't fight it." Peter lost all control. The soft hands of the doctor and nurse had aroused him to such a pitch that he began to ejaculate. His head thrashed from left to right as they manipulated him to fever pitch. "There's a good boy... let's have it all from you. Just let it all come. My you are a good boy." Her words were soft and soothing as she pressed hard against his prostate before quickly stabbing her finger three times in rapid succession against the plump internal gland, causing his hips to jerk upwards and his bottom to almost lift off the examination table. Her other hand squeezed his testicles, pulling them upward as her fingers encased the scrotum. At that same moment Mari looked at Sarah and nodded. Sarah immediately released her grip on the boy's elbows and moved around the table, taking the nubs of flesh of his nipples between her finger and thumb. She watched for the exact moment of ejaculation and then squeezed his nipples hard. She leaned forward, her face just inches from his and whispered. "There my brave boy, just relax now." The nurse watched as the boy's semen shot into the container.

She rapidly milked him, squeezing her fingers hard against the rigid shaft of his penis as she stroked upward, bringing the last globules of semen to the surface. She placed the container on the trolley and took a tissue. She felt the boy jerk his hips with sensation as she carefully wiped the tip of his penis.

Peter was in turmoil, his breath sounding ragged and laboured as he fought the sensations he felt within his body. They had in a few short minutes reduced him to a quivering, highly-strung nervous wreck. He could not control the shaking of his limbs or the quivering of his lips. Tears of emotion coursed down his reddened cheeks as he lay there utterly at their mercy. Every nerve of his body had been stretched to breaking point. He was acutely aware of every touch as the doctor gently withdrew her finger from his bottom. He felt the gentle hands of Mari stroking his tummy as Sarah leaned over placed a kiss on his trembling lips. He felt his penis being lifted gently from his tummy and looked down to see the doctor delicately pull his foreskin down the shaft of his penis and examine the sensitive glans. "There Peter, you have been a good boy." She laid his penis back against his tummy and walked around the table. "I am sorry if you were embarrassed Peter, but I do need to see that you are healthy. The nurses will unfasten you and I am going to let you rest for a while." She reached down and carefully lifted his testicles in her hand. Peter blushed with embarrassment as she looked into his eyes. "Your testicles are still very full, so we will need to empty them again before I can check you properly. When you are rested the nurses will take you next door into the lab and the lab nurse will take another sample." Peter blushed profusely, as she rolled his testes within her fingers, her delicate touch causing Peter to groan with embarrassment and humiliation. She let go of him and patted him gently on his cheek, her hand brushed against his trembling lips before she moved away from the examination table. He watched as the nurses unfastened his legs and helped him to move along the table until he was laid flat, with his arms by his side. Sarah placed a towel over his waist and the bent over him, her firm breasts pressed against his chest. Don't worry Peter it will be all over soon and then you can go and get fitted for your nice new uniform. She patted his cheek and both nurses moved away, leaving him to gaze up at the strong lights above him. He was hardly able to form coherent thoughts; his embarrassment was such that he felt he was in a stupor. He closed his eyes - and with the combination of the fatigue induced by his long walk that morning and his prolonged humiliation at the hands of the medical unit, he fell asleep.

It was over thirty minutes later that he felt the nurse's hand gently press against his shoulder and wake him. "Right up you get and I will take you through to the lab. Look Mari has brought you a fruit juice. So sit up and have your drink." Mari handed the drink to him as he sat with his legs over the side of the table. He had been careful to keep the towel over his groin, but still could not help blushing as he looked at the two nurses.

The nurses walked either side of the naked boy. Sarah had removed his towel and had held his arms as she helped him from the table. She could feel his body trembling as they both led him through to the laboratory. Although the nurses held his arms, Peter had clasped his hands in front of his penis and testicles. As they entered, Peter blushed once more as a pretty young girl greeted them. She looked so young and Peter could not believe that she could be any older than himself. Her slim body was dressed in a thin cotton lab coat, the hem of which came only to mid-thigh showing her tanned legs. She looked up at him and smiled her neat face and thin-framed glasses giving her a studious air as she looked into his eyes. The neck of her tunic was cut low and peter could see her small firm breasts as the material sagged open. Over her right pocket was a badge, which simply said 'Simone Barr' The room was small, with cases of instruments and jars neatly placed on chrome and glass shelves, which covered three of the walls. In the centre of the room was a low medical couch, which was covered, in a white sheet. A tray of instruments had been placed on the chromium plated metal desk, which stood to the side of the examination couch. He watched the pretty girl as she stepped in front of him. She spoke, her voice soft and with a faint trace of merriment. "Ah you are the lamb for the slaughter then?" She smiled at him. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I am just going to take a little sample from you, come over here and stand in front of me." She went to a straight-backed chair and sat down, looking at him as the nurses led him over to stand in front of her. She sat primly with her bare knees pressed together. She looked up at him and smiled. "Well Peter, I can hardly have a look at what I need to see if you have your hands covering yourself." The nurses standing at each side of him took his wrist and raised his arms, placing his hands firmly on top of his head. Peter blushed profusely as the nurses uncovered him. He could not believe that a girl, almost the same age as himself could be doing such a thing. "Now, stand with your legs wide apart for me, there's a good boy. I want to feel between your legs, so get them nice and wide." Peter blushed, utterly abashed at the young girl. He flinched as she raised her hands and firmly took hold of his testicles. Her hands were cool and soft, sending shivers down his spine as she fondled his testicles in a familiar fashion. "You are not going to be shy with me are you?" She said as she took his penis and delicately held it between finger and thumb, pulling the foreskin back along the shaft." Peter blushed once more, unable to cope with the emotion of his acute humiliation at the hands of the young girl. He jerked his hips as she let his penis go and once more hefted his testicles in her hand, jiggling the soft balls within the sac. "I think I can empty you sufficiently in one go, but I will need your full co-operation, Peter." He blushed as she looked up at him. He could see her breasts as the vee of her tunic moved away from her body as she moved. He could not help looking down at her hands as she held his testicles, pulling the scrotum forward as she examined them. He blushed profusely as she gave his testicles a squeeze before letting them go. She stood up, her breasts brushing against him and moved over to the other side of the examination table. "Right Peter, I want you on the table on your hands and knees. Facing that way." She pointed to the opposite end of the table, so that he would be facing away from her desk." He blushed and stumbled over to the table, almost resignedly letting the nurses position him. His face was bright red and his body was trembling as they finally got him into position. He could not cope with the embarrassment. His body trembled and he could feel the tears well up in his eyes as knelt upon the table. They had spread his legs wide apart so that his knees were almost at each side of the broad table. He had been made to go down on his elbows and a firm padded support had been placed under his chest to lessen the weight on his arms. Almost immediately Simone had moved behind him and without preamble, had started to smear lubricant around the entrance to his anus. He felt one of the nurses gently stroke his back, her fingers softly following his spine and then the soft palm of her hand stroke tantalisingly over the soft skin of his upturned buttocks. Peter grunted as suddenly the young laboratory nurse pushed her finger against his sphincter. He could not help trying to clench his buttocks as she pressed firmly against the tightly closed opening. Peter trembled as he tried to evade her finger. He jolted in surprise and humiliation as the young girl smacked him firmly on his upturned bottom. "Now Peter, I want you to co-operate fully. If you don't I will have to insert a catheter into your penis. So just be a good boy now, will you." Sarah looked at him as the nurse smacked him, she felt a thrill run through her body as the boy turned bright red and began to tremble visibly. She sat down on the end of the examination table in front of his head. She took his head gently in her hands and shuffled her bottom towards him and lifted his head. She pulled up the hem of her white tunic so that she could lay his head to the side as it rested against her bare thighs.

She began to stroke his cheeks, brushing away the tears of humiliation. She caressed his shoulders, her soft hands stroking him as one would a wounded animal. There, just relax your bottom and it will all be over before you know it. She held his head tightly as she saw Simone nod to her, feeling the boy grunt as suddenly Simone's finger slipped up into his bottom. "Now just relax Peter, there's a good boy. Simone spoke firmly to him as she rotated her finger applying lubricant inside the tight orifice of his bottom. Peter began to tremble violently as Mari reached beneath him and took hold of his testicles. She placed a metal dish beneath him and then grasped his penis firmly. Now just relax your bottom a little more for Simone so that she can get at you properly. Mari began to manipulate his penis, pulling the foreskin down over the glans and then quickly pushing it back up until the skin was stretched tight. She felt the boy begin to tremble violently as Simone pushed firmly before withdrawing her finger from his bottom, She picked up an object from the tray on her desk. It was a black shiny rubber cylinder, about two and a half inches long with a bulbous end. The body of the Anuco device tapered to a small waist of about a quarter of an inch diameter and then flared to a flange. The front of the device was rounded and at the back of the object there were two plastic tubes, one which was attached to a small compressor. The second tube was attached to a small rubber bulb, which when squeezed, would inflate the bulbous tip. The middle of the tubular device was made of a soft concertina rubber. Simone was well used to using the insert. She had used it in the bottoms of several of the girls on board ship as well as the previous cabin boy. She pressed her foot down on the start button, which was on attached to the top of the compressor. She waited until the hiss of compressed air quieted to tell her that the cylinder was full. She moved the valve on the back of the device and watched as the bulb of black rubber moved slowly backwards and forwards, extending the device to six inches in length. She squeezed the bulbous tip until it was deflated and then turned off the valve and looked at the two nurses. Both Sarah and Mari nodded to her as she placed the Anuco in between the bottom cheeks of the trembling boy. Mari, let go of the boy's now erect penis and leaned over him. She placed her hands gently against his bottom cheeks and stretched the buttocks apart. She felt him tremble beneath her as Simone touched the entrance to his anus with the tip of the Anuco. Sarah held his shoulders and whispered softly to him. "Now just try and relax your bottom... let the muscles go slack and this won't hurt a bit." Peter trembled at her words and at the increasing pressure of the device pressed against his bottom. Simone squeezed more lubricant on to the end of her finger and smeared the entrance to his bottom, pushing her finger hard against the sphincter. She watched as the device pressed open the muscle, stretching the skin over the rounded tip. She pushed harder and observed the muscles of the boy's sphincter contract over the slim taper. She smiled as she heard him grunt with the rude intrusion to his bottom. The device was now firmly fixed, the sphincter compressed against the narrowest part of the tube. As Peter felt his bottom being penetrated, his anguish welled up inside him, further fuelled by the sharp words of the laboratory nurse as she addressed him. "There that didn't hurt a bit did it? I am going to make you ejaculate now, I want you to try and relax and let it happen. If you do as you are told I will only have to do this once. Are you going to be a good boy?" Peter could hardy bring himself to answer. He managed to stammer as Sarah gently stroked his head, her fingertips gently teasing the hair on the back of his neck. "er... er.. yes.. er Miss." His voice was cracked and his lips trembled as he spoke. As if on cue, several things happened at once. Mari placed her hands beneath the boy and began to gently stroke his tummy, her hands moving over his skin sensuously. She stroked gently, her long fingers moving through his pubic hair, over his tummy and upward to caress his nipples. Sarah held his shoulders firmly with one hand while caressing the back of his neck with the other. She watched as Simone squeezed the rubber bulb of the Anuco insert. She could feel the boy try and rear up as the bulbous tip of the insert was inflated inside him. She felt his body tremble from head to foot as Simone casually squeezed once more knowing full well how large the bulbous tip inside him would be inflated. She nonchalantly stroked her hand over his buttocks before sitting down at the end of the examination table. She gently took hold of his testicles in one hand, and then wrapped the fingers of her other hand around the erect shaft of his penis. "Right Peter, we are all ready, try and be a good boy and let yourself relax. You will feel some movement in your bottom; it is merely to help you ejaculate fully. Are you ready?" Simone knew that her words were causing the boy to blush profusely; she could feel his penis throb between her fingers as she stretched the foreskin upward, her hand eventually pressing against his pubic hair as she exposed the glans fully. The expert manipulation of his penis by the laboratory nurse and the skilful hands of Mari and Sarah stroking his body had his nerves on a knife-edge. He groaned as Simone used her hands, expertly ensuring that she produced the maximum amount of sexual sensation within his body as he knelt with his legs widely spread. He was almost beside himself, his mouth open wide and gasping for breath as the girls played with his deepest emotions. Simone felt the first quickening throb from his penis as she began to move her hand more rapidly. She immediately squeezed his testicles and tapped her foot on the button of the compressor. Mari saw Simone press the switch and quickly drew her hands from underneath the trembling boy, pressing hard against the small of his back. She felt him try and rear up as the insert began to expand inside him, pushing the inflated bulbous tip up into his anus. "arrgggghhhhhhhhh ooooooohjhhhhhHHH " He bucked and writhed unable to escape the myriad of sensations he felt throughout his body. The Anuco insert was now moving methodically back and forth inside him as Simone expertly manipulated his penis.

"Arrrggggghhhhhhh.... Arrrggghhhhhh... arrrggghh" He screamed and gasped for breath as Simone manipulated him to the point of ejaculation. Quickly she motioned to Mari as the boy began to ejaculate into the stainless steel tray placed beneath him. Mari raised her hand and quickly delivered three stinging slaps to his buttocks. Although the boy was frantic with sensation, Simone's voice was cool and calm as she spoke to him. "There's a good boy, let it all come out... my you are a good boy." Her softly modulated voice and her words of praise causing him even greater sensation. Simone watched as squirt after squirt of semen was ejaculated into the waiting dish. "Arrrgggggggghhhhhhh... pleeeeeeaaasseee... mmmm...iiisss... mm miss." Peter cried, his whole being racked by the agony of the ecstasy.

He was shaking from head to foot as Simone casually squeezed his testicles, before taking her hand away and squeezing the rubber bulb to further inflate the Anuco's tip inside him. She watched unmoved as his head reared up from Sarah's lap and he screamed. "Arrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh...arrrrrrggggggghhhhh." His body was trembling and shaking violently as the inflated insert methodically moved backwards and forwards inside him. His hips shuddered involuntarily as Simone extracted the last vestiges of his semen. She tapped her foot against the compressor switch and turned the valve on the bulb, releasing the air from inside the inflated rubber head of the insert. "There, there you are a good boy, I am just going to squeeze you and then we are all done." Mari and Sarah held his body firmly as Simone deftly squeezed her finger against the base of the shaft of his penis and milked him. At the same time she squeezed his testicles, her delicate fingers encircling the entire scrotum. Mari took her cue and without preamble pulled the Anuco insert from the boy's bottom. She knew his sphincter would be stretched wide over the thicker part of the insert as it was pulled out. "ArrrrrrggggghhhhhhHHHHH." Peter screamed as he felt the consecutive pain in his testicles and his bottom. He shuddered as his penis throbbed with a dry ejaculation. "There's a good boy... my you have been a good boy." Simone cooed as she gently released the pressure on his testicles and lessened her grip upon his penis. Sarah stroked the boy's face gently, his distraught state eliciting a pang of sympathy from her as he trembled and gasped for air.

The girls held him for several moments before turning him over and laying him gently on his back. Mari wet a cloth with warm water and began to bathe his penis, carefully avoiding the sensitive glans. She parted his legs and wiped his bottom as one would a child. "There you rest now and then, after the doctor has seen you, you can go and get measured for your nice new uniform...mmm? She noted the tears of relief in his eyes as they calmed and soothed him with their gentle touches and softly spoken words.

It was perhaps ten minutes before Peter was once more standing in front of the doctor. The nurses had helped him from the examination table and had, much to his embarrassment, held his penis forward and washed his genitals with a flannel. "There that's better", the doctor said brightly as she cupped her slender fingers around his testicles. "They are still rather full, but I can feel the spermatic cords sufficiently to be able to pronounce you fit and healthy. Now the nurses will take you through to the front office and after you have had your vitamin injections someone will take you to get you your uniform."

Peter was blushing profusely as the doctor hefted his testicles once more, before letting him go. She put her hand under his chin and looked him in the eye. She was delighted with what she saw, his youthful face suffused in red... his eyes timid and acquiescent, a perfect find, she thought as she patted his cheek before she gestured to the nurses that they could take him. She resisted the temptation to slap his firm buttocks as they turned him around and led him out of the surgery.

Peter could not help trembling as the nurses, led him through the surgery door and into the front office. He managed to hold his hands in front of his genitals as he once more faced the young secretary. The nurses, who were standing on each side of him, took his wrists and placed his arms by his sides. He blushed profusely as she coolly looked him up and down, her gaze dwelling on his genitals before once more looking him straight in the eye. "Stand up straight Peter, there's a good boy". Her words brought him more humiliation as he stood trembling before her. "I will take care of him now, if you would bring the B,D and C." She smiled at the nurses as she spoke. Peter stood facing her, his hands tightening against his sides as the nurses left him and walked back through the surgery door. He wanted, more than anything to cover himself and yet he dare not. Instead he looked down at his feet, feeling unable to look at the young girl. "Right young man, come over here and let me see to you." Nicki was well aware of the effect of her words upon the trembling youth. She took his arm and led him to her desk. He was acutely aware that his penis was beginning to engorge as she laid a hand on the hillock of his bottom cheeks, holding his arm with her other hand. "Right, bend over the desk... put your hands on the edge and place your feet apart .She watched his face colour up to an even deeper red as she reluctantly stretched out his arms and placed them on the edge of the desk. Nicki bent over the trembling youth, her breasts pressing against his back as she pushed his arms out from his body so that his head was almost touching the desk. "Now let's have your legs spread wide apart" She stood up and deliberately slapped the cheeks of his bottom, before he was able to move. "Come along now, get those legs nice and wide." Richard trembled with embarrassment as he shuffled his feet until they were well spread. Nicki knelt on one knee and tapped the inside of each thigh as she prompted him. "Come along... you can do better than that." She placed the flat of her palm against the cheeks of his bottom, as if intending slapping him again. She felt him begin to tremble as he struggled to spread his feet even further apart. Peter was acutely aware that the girl now had a perfect view of his penis and testicles as she knelt behind him. To his horror she casually cupped his testicles in the palm of her hand, her smooth fingers causing his body to jerk as she rolled the testes in her fingers. "Keep still, you are not going to disobey me again are you young man?" Peter could hardly speak through his haze of embarrassment. "err... no...er miss" His humiliation now manifested in the bright red cheeks of his face and his stammering voice. He could not help gasping as the young girl's slender fingers firmly squeezed his testicles. He felt his penis begin to stiffen to a full erection as suddenly the door behind him opened and to his further dismay he heard the sound of another woman's voice. "What have you got there Nicki?" The woman laughed as she moved into the room and greeted the young secretary. Peter began to tremble visibly at the utter embarrassment of being bent over the desk naked acutely aware of his widely spread legs and the view the woman would have of him. Nicki turned and smiled at the woman, giving Peter's testicles a squeeze before letting go of him. "A naughty young man that won't lift his bottom up for his injections. Are you ready for him?" Joan smiled at the young girl. She already knew the humiliation that the young man must have suffered during his medical and was not the least bit surprised to see his blushing face, or for that matter, to see him bent over the reception desk with his legs spread obscenely apart, or that he was stark naked. She could clearly see the rosebud of his sphincter and that his penis was erect. She looked at Nicki and gave an approving look. "Well you don't seem to be having any trouble in handling him." She laughed as she walked to stand beside the naked boy and look down at his blushing face. Peter could not help looking at her as she bent her head forward so that her pretty face was in his line of vision. "My, you are a good looking young man, I am sure the girls will be delighted when they get a look at you." Peter shivered as the woman placed a hand gently on his shoulder, her lovely face now only inches from his as she spoke softly to him. The sweet scent of her perfume pervaded his senses as she stroked her hand over his back. "Now you let the nurses attend to you and then I am going to fit you for your new uniform." Peter could barely mumble a reply as he felt his penis begin to throb violently. His trembling became more pronounced and he began to shiver as once more the two nurses came back into the room. His embarrassment knew no bounds as he felt their hands upon him. Softly stroking the cheeks of his bottom before antiseptic was applied to his tender flesh. They swabbed both buttock cheeks before he suddenly felt the sting of a needle enter the soft flesh of his bottom. A second then a third needle quickly followed causing him to try and rear up with the pain as both nurses simultaneously injected him with vitamin. Nicki placed her hands on his shoulders, preventing him from moving as the syringes were emptied into his quivering bottom. He felt them rub his cheeks as the needles were removed. "There now you are all done, up you get and Miss Crawford will measure you for your uniform. Through his haze of utter embarrassment, Peter was aware of gentle hands lifting his body up from the desk and turning him to face the new woman. His face was bright red, as he stood naked in front of her, utterly humiliated and drained of any pride he shivered as she looked down at his genitals. He could not help following her gaze, acutely aware of his throbbing erection as she examined him. "Well you are a fine looking boy, I am sure you will be a credit to the ship in your new uniform." She smiled at him, watching him blush as she caught his eye. "My you are a shy one."

"Oh, sorry Miss Crawford" Nicki interjected as she watched the woman examining the boy from head to foot. "I just have to do the visuals for his records, it wont take a moment" "Come along Peter, I have just one more thing to do before you are finished." Nicki looked at his blushing face and then lowered her head, looking downward towards his genitals. She took him by the arm and led him to a door at the far end of the office. Peter stumbled forward feeling totally humiliated and dazed as she pushed him through the door. "Now stand and face me, there's a good boy... and stand with your feet together." Peter was found himself standing in a narrow corridor. Bright lights shone above and to the side of him. He could not see the beyond the light and so was unaware of the pedestal tripod or the remote controlled Nikon digital camera that was focussed upon his naked body. "Right young man stand up straight." She said as she put her hand under his chin and lifted his head. "Now lets have a look at you." Peter blushed profusely as the girl let go of his chin and stroked her hand down across his chest and tummy before deliberately cupping his testicles in the palm of her hand. "Stand straight, I won't tell you again." She said sternly as she pulled his scrotum forward and away from his body, placing her other hand on his throbbing penis. "Keep still now." Deftly she pushed the foreskin back along the shaft of his penis. "Now stay completely still, there's a good boy. Quickly she took a small controller, which was hanging just inside the door and stepped away from the naked youth. "Completely still now until I say you can move. She pressed the shutter control twice and then moved towards Peter. "Right face to the left, as you were before, but spread your legs apart, come along, quickly now. She helped position the boy, aware of his utter humiliation and helplessness. "Chin up, that's the way now, she deliberately tapped his penis several times with tips of her fingers, watching as even more blood flowed into his straining manhood. She took two more exposures and placed the controller back on its hook. "Right young man, you can go with Miss Crawford and get your uniform. She took his arm and led him back into her office. She noted with delight that his penis swung from side to side as he walked. Peter blushed once more as he faced Miss Crawford. He could not help looking at her beautiful face as once more she examined him from top to toe. She turned to the young secretary and gestured towards the naked youth. "Do we have a gown for him, I will have to take him down the corridor to the work room? "I will get you one." Nicki replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement. He doesn't seem to be able to control himself at all does he? Peter blushed once more at the reference to his erection. He had been so nonplussed at the preceding events that he had given no thought as to whether to ask to leave or to offering any resistance to his prolonged humiliation. He stood quietly, his body trembling and occasionally shivering with emotion as Nicki returned from the cupboards with a green hospital gown. Quickly she placed his arms in the sleeves and moved behind him to do up the ties at the back. Deliberately she left the bottom two ties undone, so that his bottom was plainly visible.

Peter looked down at himself. His erect penis was pushing out the front of the hospital gown. He groaned with horror as he realised that that the gown was only just long enough to cover his genitals and that his erection was pushing the material out in front of him. He groaned inwardly as Miss Crawford gently took his arm and led him into the corridor.

The room was large and brightly lit. There were several workbenches set across the middle of the room; these were surrounded by freestanding shelves upon which were neat piles of clothing. The walls of the room were completely covered with chromium plated cupboards and shelves containing shirts, trousers, socks, deck shoes and underwear. Below the shelves, uniforms were hung from long brass rails. The worktable tops held a variety of sewing machines, presses and assorted rolls of materials. It was not these things that caught Peter's eye as he was led into the room, but the tree young girls that were seated behind the workbenches. He could not help blushing profusely as they looked up at him. He was aware of a snigger from one of the girls as Miss Crawford bade him stand in front of the worktables.

"Now girls, this is Peter and we need to get him fitted out in his uniform as quickly as he can. If Sylvia and Jennifer would measure him for a ratings uniform, Patricia can go and get the items. He will need a complete set of underwear, socks and shoes etcetera and one complete set of toiletries. Come along girls, I want him ready for the Captain within half an hour."

Peter looked aghast as two of the girls approached him. Although his erection had subsided, he was acutely aware of the shortness of the hospital gown and the fact that his bottom was uncovered. Jennifer looked boldly at him as she picked up a tape measure, her slender figure moving gracefully as she walked from behind the worktable. Sylvia stood up and followed. Both girls had amused smiles on their pretty faces as they moved toward the trembling youth. Peter blushed profusely; turning his head to protest as he felt Miss Crawford swiftly undo the ties of his gown, her fingers moving quickly until all the ties were undone. "Oh please... Miss...please" Peter turned his head and looked pleadingly at her as she moved to his side.

"My you are a shy one, it will only take a minute so just be a good boy." Deftly she pulled the gown from his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Peter immediately clasped his hands over his genitals and pressed his knees together in utter humiliation as the two young girls approached him. He was in absolute anguish as Jennifer and Patricia moved to each side of him, their delicate fingers gently reaching for his wrists and pulling his arms to his sides.

Peter began to tremble uncontrollably as Patricia stroked her hand over his back and down over his bare bottom. "My you are in a state, we wont bite you." Her soft voice only seemed to heighten his agitation as she stood back and looked at him. Peter could hardly see through his haze of abject embarrassment and humiliation as the girls began to handle him. He shuddered as Patricia raised his arm and made him hold it out straight to the side while Jennifer measured the distance from his shoulder to his fingertips. Their soft touches were too much for him and try as he might he could not stop his penis from erecting once more. He was blushing profusely, his head feeling as if it were on fire as he caught the girls looking down at his penis and smiling to each other. Patricia and Jennifer were enjoying themselves as they handled the young boy. Jennifer deliberately stood behind him and placed the tape measure around his chest, her gentle fingers stroking his flesh as she reached around him. She delighted in pressing her young breasts against his back as passed the ends of the tape measure to Patricia. Patricia could not hide her amusement as she took the ends of the tape. Moving closer she read the measurement out to Miss Crawford. She could feel the boy's rigid member pressing against her thighs; deliberately she moved her body so that the material of her dress brushed against the very tip of his penis. Peter shuddered as the intimate contact of the two girls pervaded his senses. "argghh..." He could not help groaning as Patricia deliberately brushed against his penis. He was trembling from head to foot as the girls finished measuring his upper body. They stood back and looked at him their searching eyes taking in every inch of his body "You are a very beautiful boy Peter, I hope you are not going be a naughty boy while we measure you down below now!" Jennifer's words could have not have been chosen better. Their immediate effect was plain to see upon the boy's face. His bottom lip was trembling and his torso trembled with embarrassment, as they looked him up and down. They had placed his hands by his sides and had prompted him to stand upright Miss Crawford looked at the scene before her. A Naked boy his penis erect and throbbing with sensation being handled as if a child by two girls who, no older than the boy himself, had complete authority and command over him.

Peter looked at the girls; he could no longer control the trembling in his limbs, as they both looked his body up and down. He had lost any sense of self-esteem or worth, as he stood naked before them. Little had he imagined a few hours ago, that he would be subjected to such embarrassment, humiliation and degradation. Patricia felt a pang of pity for him as he stood before her. She felt a desire to take him gently in her arms and kiss him. Thoughts of what else she would do to him filled her mind as she moved closer to him and gently lifted his chin. Looking him straight in the eyes, she spoke softly to him. "Now Peter place your hands on your head and then stand with you legs apart, Jennifer needs to place the tape measure between your legs." Patricia was sure that she could feel the heat from his cheeks as he blushed a deep crimson. She stood back and watched as the trembling boy slowly lifted his arms above his head and began to shuffle his feet apart. He shuddered as he felt the first contact of the girl's fingers as she cupped her hand beneath his testicles and lifted them gently in the palm of her hand. "Just keep still while Jennifer places the tape measure between your legs, there's a good boy." The tone of her voice was soft and endearing as she gently lifted his testicles. "There's a good boy." Peter trembled at the pure humiliation of his position as Jennifer quickly knelt down in front of him and placed the tape measure between his legs. He could feel her soft hands touching the insides of his thighs as she measured him. She moved around behind him and knelt once more, this time passing the tape measure around his hips. He shuddered as she brushed her hand against his erect penis before bringing the ends of the tape back around to the centre of his bottom cheeks. Peter was close to fainting as Patricia casually took hold of his penis in her other hand. "Here let me move this out of the way for you Jennifer, so that you can measure him properly." Peter felt his knees begin to tremble and his penis start to throb violently as Patricia held his rigid member in her delicate fingers. "Just keep still we are nearly done." Patricia whispered softly to him as she gently squeezed his penis and testicles.

Miss Crawford looked on as the girls continued measuring the young boy. He really is beautiful, she thought, quite a find... and so submissive and acquiescent, an ideal play toy for out two young misses. Miss Crawford however, did not mean the two young girls that were now humiliating the young man.

Half an hour later and Peter was stood in front of a full-length mirror. He was dressed in a perfectly fitted white naval uniform. His deck shoes were white as were his socks and underwear. Even through his embarrassment and humiliation he could not help looking at the perfect fit of his uniform.

He had had no time to consider his position or to give any thought to perhaps leaving the ship to avoid the humiliation he had received. Now as he looked at himself he began to wonder what would happen to him now. Sylvia, the third girl, who had fetched his various items of uniform and helped him dress, interrupted his thoughts. He blushed as she looked at him, remembering the way she had slipped her hand inside the waistband of his underpants, asking whether he had enough room inside the cotton boxers. " I am going to take you up to the Captain and then show you your cabin. Her pretty face broke into a smile as she looked up at him. "Don't worry, no one is going to bite you, cheer up there's a good boy." Peter blushed at her words and was grateful when she moved in front of him and led him out of the room.

Chapter Two

He had been provided with a spacious cabin, which was serviced everyday with clean sheets and towels. He had noticed that as toiletries ran out, they were automatically replaced. His own clothes had been returned to him, washed and pressed as well as an extra uniform, drawers full of clean underwear and socks and two extra pairs of deck shoes. His immediate superior was a girl named Gillian, who ran the small galley. Their responsibilities consisted of providing drinks and a variety of sandwiches and hor's deuvres to the ships crew. Peter thought that Gillian was an excellent person to work for. She was kind and laughed a lot and had Peter feeling quite at ease. Her good looks matched those of the rest of the girls that Peter had met. He had never seen so many pretty girls before and could not help blushing sometimes as he served their drinks.

His only embarrassing moment had been afternoon, meeting the young medical secretary as was serving canapés in the officer's mess. He had blushed profusely, avoiding her gaze as he had served her drink. The recollection of his treatment within the medical centre was an all too vivid and embarrassing memory for him. Nikki had smiled to herself as the blushing boy served her drink. If only he knew, she had thought to herself. Peter still had no idea that he was the only male on board ship.

The Captain had ensured that, after Peter's initial embarrassing introduction to the Sobsel, his life aboard ship appeared normal. He had taken up his duties as cabin boy under the supervision of Andrea, the chief stewardess. His duties consisted mainly of serving drinks to the ships officers while they were off duty and helping with the preparation of the owner's stateroom. As they sailed south he had been left to carry out his duties without hindrance and indeed his life aboard the Sobsel suited Peter down to the ground.

It was Saturday morning as they neared the private Sicilian port. The crew had readied the staterooms ready for the owner's embarkation and had been told to muster for inspection at 0:800 hours. Peter had left his cabin early and had made his way to the rear deck. "Come along Peter, I am glad you are early I want to have a good look at you." He turned towards the captain, his face already blushing as she looked at him. "My, you do look smart in your uniform" Veronica almost cooed as the young boy stood before her. She noted that his hair was brushed to a shine and that his uniform was crisp and new. "I must compliment you on your appearance. I am sorry that I have not had time to see you since your interview, but as you are aware there has been a lot of preparation to take care of." Peter blushed again, as the captain once more looked him up and down. He was aware, not only of her interested gaze, but also of the other girls who were gathering on the deck. Beautiful girls had always overawed him and now he seemed to be the centre of their attention. He looked a round to see that the deck was filling up with the female crew of the Sobsel. He had become aware that there were no male personnel with duties on the upper decks, but was still unaware that he was the only male in the entire crew. Peter stood awkwardly as Veronica moved closer to him, her perfume and close proximity causing him to blush profusely. "Just turn your head Peter, I want to look in your ears." Peter was nonplussed as her gentle fingers held his head, turning it one way then the other. He could not help look around as she let him go. His face was burning with embarrassment as he saw some of the officers smiling at him. "You have obviously been very thorough in your toilet, why don't you go and see Andrea over there and she will show you where to line up for the welcome inspection." Veronica smiled as she turned away, wondering what her employer would think to her new acquisition to the crew; after all it was her employer's orders that had prompted her search for someone like Peter!

Kate watched her two daughters as they exited the back seat of the Bentley Turbo. At sixteen years old the twins were already six inches taller than she was. The two girls stood side by side, their perfect bodies appearing slim and lithe, as they opened the door for their mother. They were the product of a short two-year marriage between their mother and a French industrialist. Kate's divorce had been quiet, reasonably amiable and most importantly unpublicised. Although the marriage had been a failure, Kate had no regrets. Two beautiful daughters and one point seven billion pounds sterling had been ample compensation for her brief spell of unhappiness. It had been the time of her marriage that had shown Kate that she liked women better than men. At the same time she had also discovered that she enjoyed wielding a cane.

She smiled as she remembered her husband walking into the bedroom on that Tuesday afternoon, his face an expression of incredulity as he saw his wife with her cane raised above the naked buttocks of one of their young maids. Kate often laughed at the thought that she might have explained the incident away as overzealous discipline had it not been for the large black dildo's that were protruding from the maids bottom and freshly shaven pussy. Kate's daughters had grown up in a style, which few are privileged to. From the inevitable `Norland' nanny right through to the finishing school in Geneva the girls had matured far beyond their years, Money had given them an insight to life that was far beyond the scope of everyone but a select few. They had inherited not only the wealth but also the beauty of their mother. Slim and lithe with perfect features they exuded a sensuality belying their years. Their morality was also on a different plane to that of other mortals. Kate had felt surprised and yet fatalistic when she had found them at fourteen years old, naked and unashamedly lying on her bed with their heads between each other's thighs. She had watched them as they licked and nibbled, their bodies stiffening as they both climaxed simultaneously. Issolde had merely raised her head from between her sister's thighs and looked at her mother. "This is O.K. for now mother, but you will have to find us a boy soon." Kate had been too shocked to speak as Anthea raised her head and drawled lazily "Yes mother... and one with a big cock."

Kate realised that sooner or later a scandal would be inevitable. She eventually, with the help of a friend and confident, found the perfect solution; a way of isolating the twins until they were more mature and the provision of an environment where they could indulge their pleasures (and she. her own) without fear of discovery. The `Sobsel' had proved to be an inspiration and with the careful selection and reselection of her crew, Kate had managed to solve her dilemma. Kate's friend, who was the ex-wife of a Singapore shipping magnate, had helped choose a suitable vessel and together they had scoured the world for a suitable crew. Kate had repaid her friend with one single gift.... that of the previous cabin boy!

Kate smiled as she boarded the ship, watching her daughters running up the gangplank before her. She could see that the girls were in deep conversation with Veronica as she walked on to the deck. She joined the group and was pleased to see that Veronica had had the good sense to tell the girls not to be obvious. "If you can wait a day or two, my little carnivores before you begin your seduction, I will see that you are properly introduced... so don't go and jump the gun." Both Kate and the girls laughed as the Captain good-naturedly admonished the girls. Veronica leaned toward Kate and kissed her on both cheeks before leading her over to the assembled crew. The twins followed their mother as Kate walked down the line of girls who were waiting to greet her. She stopped and chatted occasionally as she walked down the line. She could see the new cabin boy who was stood nearly at the end of the smartly assembled crew. She turned and whispered something to Issolde and Anthea before continuing. When the small entourage eventually reached Peter, Veronica briefly introduced him as the new cabin boy. Deliberately they moved on without hesitation, the twins carefully avoiding looking at him directly as they passed by. Kate walked straight on and into the `Salon de The' and through to the owner's stateroom.

Peter had blushed as the girls walked by, although he had looked straight ahead as he had been instructed to do by the bosun, he could not help feeling embarrassed at the sheer beauty of the two girls as they passed in front of him. Veronica walked back from the salon and addressed the crew. I would like to get underway as soon as possible, so if you will all go back to your posts I will be most grateful. Thank you all for attending."

Peter followed Gillian back to the Galley and set to work. It was almost an hour later when he felt the gentle vibration of the ship as she headed out to open sea under quarter power. Life on board for Peter did not change. He saw nothing of the owners since their embarkation and as they cruised south the ship settled to a `half ahead' cruising speed. The weather grew hotter and the small galley was busier than usual during the afternoons, serving cooling drinks to the crew in various stations throughout the ship. It was a call from the aft deck that interrupted Peter's regular routine. Gillian took the call and after preparing a large tray of drinks asked Peter to take them to the aft outer deck C. Peter picked up the tray and smiled at Gillian. It was always usual for her to smile back at him, but on this occasion she seemed rather worried. With no more thought Peter took the silver drinks tray and arrived a few moments later at the large metal sea door that entranced the aft deck. He looked at the paper notice, which had been taped on the door. The notice read; "Please Knock Before Entering". Peter put down the tray and knocked on the heavy metal door and waited. He looked down at the calm sea feeling the cooling breeze as he leaned over the rail. He waited for a few moments longer and then knocked once more. The heavy metal sea door hurt his knuckles as he continued knocking. He began to wonder what to do. There was no sound from beyond the door so he opened it a few inches and called. "I have drinks from the galley... is anybody here." Peter was puzzled as he opened the door further. He could not sea any further than a neatly stacked pile of deck chairs. He picked up the tray and moved on, through the sea door and onto the deck. He called once more as he turned the corner to the deck concourse. As he turned the corner he groaned inwardly and looked upon the scene in horror and pure embarrassment. Before him were sun lounges and deck chairs on which were a dozen or so members of the crew sunbathing. Some were completely naked; others had towels draped over their hips. The girl who was sat nearest to him was wearing a small bikini, her breasts thrusting towards him as she stood up. "WHAT on earth do you think you are doing young man, put that tray down and get out of here immediately. Peter blushed a bright red, utterly confused and embarrassed as he placed the tray on the floor of the deck. He could not help looking at her as she stood with her long legs apart and her hands on her hips. He turned quickly and hurried back through the sea door, closing it behind him. His thoughts were in turmoil as he almost ran back to the galley. Gillian looked at him as he entered, his face was bright red and he was breathing heavily. She knew something must have happened and had thought it strange earlier when the request for drinks had been followed by the girl on the phone saying; "Tell the cabin boy to fetch them up immediately" "What happed Peter?" Gillian looked worried as she placed her hand under Peter's chin and lifted his head, looking him in the eye. "I'm sorry miss, I didn't know.... Erm I knocked... er... twice and there was no reply... er then miss... I opened the door and shouted... and I'm sorry miss... er I went in ... er and they were...er sunbathing..er miss... I didn't mean to go in... please miss... it just er happened."

The telephone did not give Gillian time to answer the boy. She took the handset from the wall and after listening for a few moments replied to the caller. "Yes I will tell him." She turned to Peter, her face serious and concerned. "I am sorry Peter you are to attend the bosun's session. 7am tomorrow morning. You will have to explain to her what happened. The only advice I can give you is to speak the truth and keep it simple." Gillian shook her head in resignation. "Try not to worry Peter, I know you didn't mean to walk in, let's forget it for now and fill the rest of these orders that came in while you were away." During the afternoon Peter thought little about the incident and filled his mind with preparing and delivering drinks and making sandwiches. That night as Peter lay in his cabin, he contemplated his appointment with the bosun. He knew he had not intentionally done anything wrong and made up his mind that he would say so in the morning. He fell asleep to the gentle sway of the ship as it headed further south towards Alexandria and Port Said to leave the Mediterranean and enter the Red Sea via the Suez Canal.

Peter was surprised as he entered the large spacious cabin. He had expected to see only the bosun; instead he stood facing a desk behind which was seated five ship's officers. The two duty guards, that had met him at the door and escorted him in, stood behind him. To his right a young secretary sat at a stainless steel office desk. She was busily typing into a word processor. She looked up at him, her pretty face showing no expression. To his right Peter was even more surprised to see the girl that had confronted him and also his immediate superior, Gillian. He looked at her quickly before facing forward; he thought he detected a glimmer of sympathy in her eyes. The Bosun, who was sat with two officers either side of her quickly looked up at him and began to read from a charge sheet. "Peter you have been charged with gross insubordination and disrespect for the officers of this ship. What do you have to say for yourself?" Peter blushed, but remained standing straight. He looked at the Bosun and surprised himself by speaking clearly and without a tremor in his voice. I am sorry madam; I knocked twice... the second time for ten knocks. I opened the door enough to shout, but there was no reply. I then opened the door to look in but could not see anyone. I took the drinks tray in. I had no idea that the... er ladies would be undressed."

Miranda looked at Gillian. "Has his work been satisfactory?" Gillian replied immediately. "Oh yes miss, he is the best and most conscientious assistant I have had. He has never made a mistake since he started." Miranda smiled and thanked Gillian with a curt nod. Gillian was acutely aware of the last time she had met Miranda under official circumstances.

Peter looked at Gillian, longing to thank her for her words of praise. He stood straight as the bosun looked up at him, her expression not unkindly as she spoke softly to him "I am sorry Peter, but you have caused untold embarrassment to the ships officers. You could have gone to any of the ship's telephones, which are all along the walkway and called. I don't think you were absolutely deliberate, but you did stand and stare at them for quite some time, did you not?" Peter hung his head. "I am so sorry miss, I just didn't think." The bosun looked up at him and smiled. "Being sorry is just not enough. What we are here for is to make sure that you are repentant and to teach you not to do such a thing again." She held her hand up before he could reply and looked across at the girl who had confronted Peter. What would you have me do to him Roslyn? How strongly do the rest of your officers feel about this?" Roslyn looked across at Peter, her face showing no expression as she read from a piece of paper. The officers think that he should be made to feel as they felt, humiliated and embarrassed. Most of the girls were naked and had no alternative than to be stared at by this young man. Therefore we suggest that Peter be made to serve drinks for one complete duty without his clothes, for him to see what it feels like to be stared at while naked." Peter looked at her, his face shocked. He turned to the bosun as if to protest. Once more she raised her hand to silence him. She turned back to Roslyn and spoke quietly. "Is that it, one complete duty without clothes of any kind?" Roslyn looked Peter straight in the eye while she replied to the Bosun. "Yes Maam, that is it... one duty while he is stark naked." Peter blushed profusely, looking at Gillian as if for help. Gillian looked at him, her eyes showing deep sympathy for him, but she did not speak. He could only blush even more profusely as one of the young girls, who was seated next to Miranda turned to her and spoke, seemingly ignoring the blushing boy. Surely he will have to be shaved, I mean we can't have him serving food and drinks... er if you know what I mean. The Bosun looked at her and smiled. "I am sure the medical centre will be able to sort out any hygiene problems." She turned to Peter. "I am awarding you the punishment of one duty without clothes, which will be followed by the Captains four." She held up her hand once more before he could protest. " Do not reply Peter... now about turn and off you go." Peter's face was a deep crimson as he turned and left the bosun's cabin. He was trembling at the thought of what was to happen to him as two duty guards followed him out and then took his arms and marched him along the corridor towards the medical centre. Peter had been so taken aback with his sentence; he had not dared to ask the Bosun what a Captain's four meant.

Peter felt his stomach lurch in dread as he was marched into the medical centre. To his abject dismay and embarrassment he saw that the girl behind the desk was the same girl that had humiliated him so cruelly at his medical examination. Nicki looked up from her desk, she had already had a phone call from Miranda and had alerted the nurses as to the kind of preparation that was required. She smiled to herself as she looked at the trembling boy in front of her. The duty guards were holding his arms as they turned him to face her. She noted with delight that his face was already suffused in a red blush. "Well Peter it seems you have been a naughty boy, you will find that we don't suffer naughty boys lightly aboard this ship." She turned to the duty guards, noting their smiles of pleasure as she instructed them. Strip off all his clothing and have him stand in front of my desk." She turned to the guards. "You can leave his clothes on that chair, I will have them sent to his cabin as he won't be needing them again today." Peter blushed and lowered his head in shame. He felt utterly helpless as the pretty duty guards turned towards him. One started to undo the buttons of his tunic, while the other quickly bent down and undid the laces of his deck shoes. "Come along, stand straight now." The first guard admonished him as she pulled his tunic from his shoulders and down over his arms. "Right now hands above your head, there's a good boy." Peter could not believe his predicament as the guard pulled his tee shirt over his head. He was trembling visibly as the second guard raised each foot in turn and divested him of his shoes and socks, before reaching for the waistband of his trousers. "Now keep still." She said as she undid his belt and unzipped his fly. Deftly she pulled his trousers to his knees and then down to his ankles, before lifting each foot out of the garment. Savouring the moment of his utter embarrassment, she hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of his shorts and without preamble quickly pulled them down to his knees. Her head was only inches from his penis as she lowered his shorts the rest of the way and lifted his feet out of them. Peter was shaking from head to toe as the girls stood up and placed his clothes on the chair before once more holding him by the arms. Nicki stepped forward and immediately reached out her hand to take hold of his penis and testicles. "Well all this hair has to go young man." She squeezed gently, feeling the first throb of an erection as she pulled his genitals forward and pinched the end of his penis with her other hand. "I see are still quite unable to control yourself, no wonder you were caught as a peeping Tom!" Peter stammered but was unable to form an answer. "Have you been to the toilet this morning?" Nicki looked him straight in the eye as she asked the question. She squeezed his testicles as he hesitated to answer. "Err er yes miss," He managed to stammer as she held his penis firmly. "Good then perhaps we might be able to get away with only two enemas instead of three." Nicki looked at him, noting his utter humiliation. "Well we will let the nurses look after you for a while." She nodded to the guards. "You can take him trough to the examination rooms, you had better stay with him as technically he is under arrest." Nicki was well aware that it was unnecessary but she felt sure that the pretty young duty guards would enjoy the experience.

Peter was led, stumbling with embarrassment, through the doors to the examination room. He was blushing profusely as the nurses took him from the guards. Both Marie and Simone were looking forward to their task. They knew exactly the effect that they were having on the boy, as they looked him up and down. Marie took his arm and gently led him forward until she could sit down on one of the chrome chairs. "Now Peter stand with your legs well apart and your hands on your head, there's a good boy." She placed her hands on his hips, her delicate fingers moving up to his waist and then down over his tummy. Watching his expression, she placed her hand between his legs and cupped his testicles. "Try and keep still, that's the way." She saw his penis begin to engorge as she traced her other hand up between his thighs. "You don't have much hair at all Peter, so it shouldn't take us long.. Turn around and bend over and touch your toes, so that I can see between your bottom cheeks." Marie knew that her words would cause the boy further embarrassment and that he would also have to face the two duty guards as well as Simone. Blushing profusely Peter turned around and dropped his hands. He bent over quickly to avoid the gaze of the guards and nurse, he was well aware that his penis had started to erect. He felt utterly humiliated as he felt Marie gently part the cheeks of his bottom, gasping as her finger teased the puckered star of his sphincter. After kneading the flesh of his buttocks, she slapped him gently on the bottom, hearing him gasp in anguish and embarrassment. "Right up you get young man, we might as well get started." As Peter stood up he clasped his hands over his groin, vainly trying to hide is penis as the girls looked at him once more. Simone moved forward and joined Marie in taking hold of the boy. "Come along Peter lets get your legs spread so we can shave you." Their gentle touches compounding his utter humiliations as they laid him down upon the examination table. He gasped as they spread his legs wide apart and fastened them in the stirrups. He could not help but groan with humiliation as they bent his legs back so that his bottom no longer touched the rubber surface of the examination table. The taller nurse placed a supporting pad under the small of his back and then continued to move the stirrups back until his thighs were placed in a wide vee, with his knees splayed apart either side of his chest. Gasps and moans escaped Peter's lips as the nurses manhandled him. He felt one of the nurses lift his testicles and penis away from his body as shaving foam was applied all around his genitals. "There now Peter you lie there quietly while we shave you, there's a good boy." Peter was barely able to move his lips; such was his embarrassment at the hands of the two nurses. He moaned in anguish as his bottom cheeks were gently prised apart and a soft bristled brush was thrust between the parted flesh. Their soft touches and intimate caresses made Peter erect violently. To his utter shame he felt the nurse take hold of his penis, which was standing up straight from his body. She deliberately pulled the foreskin back until the flesh was stretched tight. "My you are tense Peter, try and relax while we shave you." She patted his penis before taking it in a firmer grip and pulling it back while she shaved the pubic hair between his penis and lower stomach. The nurses worked diligently, soaping then shaving until he was completely denuded of hair around his genitals and between the cheeks his bottom. He moaned once more as one of the nurses held his erect penis tightly and pulled the foreskin up over the glans while she shaved around the base of the turgid flesh. Peter could not believe how naked and sensitive he felt now that his pubic area had been shaved. He blushed as he looked down at his naked groin and blushed profusely. They washed him thoroughly, ignoring his moans as they placed a hot towel over his genitals. There's a good boy, now we are just going to shave under you arms, so stretch your hands out above your head there's a good boy and we'll soon have you finished." Peter was aware of the nurse's soft breasts pressing against his chest as she leaned over him and began to apply soap to his armpits. Peter closed his eyes in shame as the nurses shaved him, acutely aware of his helplessness and humiliation. He felt the nurses wash beneath his arms and then leave him. It was a few minutes later that he opened his eyes in shock as he felt the cheeks of his bottom being prised apart. He looked down between his widely parted thighs to see the nurse smear lubricant on to her gloved hand. "Just relax your bottom Peter, I won't hurt you, I am just going to loosen you up a little." Peter gasped out loud as he felt the pressure of her finger against his sphincter. He felt completely powerless to resist as she probed against the sensitive opening. He could not help grunting loudly as she deftly slid her finger up inside his bottom. "Argghh... miss" He moaned as she probed deep inside of him, her finger brushing over the prostate gland as she lubricated him thoroughly. Peter could not contain his embarrassment as the second nurse lifted the towel from over his genitals and gently cupped his testicles in the palm of her hand, lifting them upwards as Marie quickly removed her finger from his bottom and inserted the nozzle of the enema up into his anus.

He groaned audibly as he felt the tube slide higher. He could not contain his anguish as the nurse inflated the bulb inside his sphincter, watching him jerk his hips as the pressure increased. "There now, just a few more squeezes and I will start the water." Peter shook his head from side to side as the water began to flow inside him, acutely aware of the young nurse squeezing his testicles gently as the water began to fill him. He closed his eyes, only to open them again as soft hands stroked over his flesh. He looked up to see one of the duty officers bending over him and stroking her hand over his chest and tummy. Her face was close to his as she whispered to him "Be a brave boy now and it will soon be over." She bent her head lower and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Peter felt his stomach filling up as the girls caressed him. His vulnerability was amplified when the second guard casually placed her hand on his knee and then with her other hand tapped the tip of his penis. "Do boys always have an erection when they are being given an enema?" She asked Simone sweetly. "Some do, but I think Peter's testicles are very full so I should imagine he is quite sensitive." Peter moaned with embarrassment as the girls talked about him, acutely aware of the four pairs of hands that were now caressing and stroking his body.

"I think he is full enough now, lets help him to the toilet basin and Simone can prepare the next one." Peter moaned at the thought of a further enema and at the embarrassment of his erection as the girls helped him to the toilet. He was mortified as they sat him down with his erection sticking out in front of him and further embarrassed as Marie moved his penis to the side and deflated the enema nozzle. The effect was immediate, water rushed into the toilet bowl as the enema nozzle was deflated. They waited a few moments and then helped him from the seat. To his horror, Marie looked into the toilet bowl before flushing it. "You have obviously visited the loo this morning, so you will only need a small rinsing enema. And then we will give you a nice warm bath." Peter groaned again at the thought of being bathed by the pretty nurses. Both the duty officers and Marie helped Peter back up on to the examination table. This time they manoeuvred him on to his hands and knees. Marie caressed the back of his neck as she whispered to him. "Now then young man, down on to your elbows so your bottom is nice and high and turn your head towards me, there's a good boy." Peter blushed once more; his face was bright crimson as he felt Simone gently part the cheeks of his bottom. This time she was bolder and inserted her lubricated finger straight up into his bottom with a practiced ease. "Oops there we are, just relax now." Her words belied her actions as Marie handed her the large Higginson syringe. Peter almost yelped as Simone quickly withdrew her finger and inserted the bulbous nozzle of the syringe. "Hold him tight would you!" She addressed Marie and the duty officers as she took hold of the plunger.

The guards and the nurses watched, gripping the boy tightly as Simone pressed the plunger with a fluid motion. Peter tried to rear up as the jet of water invaded his insides. "Arggghhhh... Ooooohhh." He could not help his groans as the entire contents of the syringe were emptied into him. "There, there." Marie cooed as she bent her head close to his anguished face. "It's all over now, just stay like you are for a moment and then we will let you evacuate." Once more Peter was led to the toilet, his erect penis flapping from side to side as they walked him. This time Simone held a gauze pad hard up against his sphincter. He was utterly humiliated as they stood and watched him, his shame amplified by his freshly shaven pubic area. Peter looked up at the three girls and then quickly bowed his head in shame. Marie bent over him and placed her hand flat against his tummy. "Let it all go, there, that's the way." Peter blushed once more, as Marie pressed hard against his stomach. The water left his body in one huge jet, leaving him feeling utterly drained. "My you are a good boy, just lift up a little so I can see between your legs." Peter blushed as Marie examined the contents of the bowl. She observed that only clear water had been passed this time and so took the boy's arm. "Come along young man, there is a nice soapy bath waiting for you."

Peter was led to the bath and allowed to sit in the water while the nurses busied themselves with fetching warm towels. His genitals felt so sensitive as he sat down in the water, he could even feel the small bubbles against his smoothly shaven skin. Peter was dismayed to see that the duty officers had stayed with him and were stood over the bath looking at him. He placed his hands over his groin and pressed his knees together in shame as the two girls continued watching him. Marie and Simone placed towels next to the bath and gestured for Peter to stand up. He looked shamefaced as he tried to stand up while still holding one hand over his groin. He was even more mollified as Marie spoke to the duty officers." I was wondering whether you two might like to bathe him while we get on with some of our work. The soap is on the stand and if you take your tunic tops off I will fetch a couple of aprons." Peter could hardly believe his ears, he looked up as the two duty officers looked at Marie and nodded agreement. "We might as well, as we have to stay with the boy until he is delivered back to the galley." Marie smiled at them, knowing full well that they would be delighted to get their hands on him. Simone will fetch your aprons, so I will leave you to it." Peter stood trembling as the two girls looked at him; he clasped his hands tighter to his groin and blushed profusely.

The duty guards undid the buttons of their uniforms and took them off. Both of the girls were wearing thin white cotton T-shirts, which clearly showed every contour of their young breasts. Neither of them was wearing a bra and their nipples were plainly visible through the fine material. Peter blushed as he looked at the girls, he was shivering not from cold but from the utter humiliation he was feeling. He watched as Simone handed them their rubber aprons, which they tied around their slim waists. Simone spoke directly to Peter. "Right young man, hands on your head and legs apart there's a good boy." Peter blushed, his cheeks turning a deep crimson colour as he reluctantly took his hands away from his groin and placed them on his head. "Legs nice and wide now." Admonished Simone as the trembling boy struggled to obey her. "That's the way Peter." Simone turned to the two girls who had each taken a bar of soap from the stand beside the bath. I have to warn you girls that young boys are liable to ejaculate when their penises are washed. If that should happen, you will have to make sure that he is cleaned thoroughly before you dry him off. Oh and don't forget to wash him right inside his bottom. He has been cleaned thoroughly so I don't think there is any need for gloves."

Peter stood trembling, his humiliation almost complete as both of the duty officers turned towards him. He shivered at their first touch as they dipped the soap in the water and proceeded to wash his legs. "Stand up straight now, shoulders back." The smaller of the two girls spoke to him as they continued washing his legs, their hands moving further and further upwards. They seemingly ignored his genitals, instead applying a rich lather to his chest. Their delicate touch played havoc with his senses as they gently soaped his shoulders and then leaning forward, soaped his back and over his bottom. "Right now young man turn to the side and keep those feet apart." No sooner had he moved than the first girl took a firm hold of his penis and lifted it while she applied soap between his legs. He jerked his body with the acute sensation of her fingers against his smooth and naked skin. They smiled at each other as the taller girl, carefully slipped her soapy hand between the boy's buttocks and began to tease the sensitive flesh of his sphincter with her fingertip.

As if on cue, Peter felt his penis being pulled forward and his testicles being squeezed, while at the same time as soapy finger was inserted right up into his bottom. "Argggggghhh... " He moaned as his testicles were squeezed harder and his the foreskin of his penis was pulled back tightly, revealing the sensitive rim of the glans. "argghh." He moaned again as the second girl pushed her finger further up into his bottom, finding the soft flesh of his prostate glans. "There that's the way Peter, just relax your bottom for me so that I can get at your properly." Peter was trembling from head to foot, as the girl encircled his penis with her fingers and proceeded to move her hand up and down the shaft in a pumping motion. He knew that is orgasm was imminent as the two girls continued soaping and manipulating him, seemingly oblivious to his plight. Suddenly Peter began to ejaculate, his penis pumping a stream of semen into the bath water. The girls watched in delight, their fingers busily manipulating the boy to a frenzy.

"Argggggghh." Peter gasped as he climaxed "ppp...pleeeaaase miss." He could not form the words as his penis was pumped mercilessly and his bottom was invaded by a myriad of sensations. "There's a good boy, don't worry... it's been a trying morning for you." The duty officer's softly spoken words seem to enflame Peter all the more as she pumped his penis mercilessly. "There, there Peter, we will clean you up and then dry you off, try and calm down a little bit, there's a good boy." Peter was almost in tears with the sensation of it all as, a few moments later; they helped him from the bath and gently dried him before wrapping a large fluffy towel around him. He was taken still wrapped in the towel back into the reception area, where Nicki stood waiting. She turned to the two duty officers who, once again, were dressed in their uniforms. "Ah I see he is ready, well he won't be needing that for the rest of the day." She took hold of the towel and snatched it away from the naked boy. Peter blushed... and was just about to cover himself with his hands when Nicki spoke again. "He is not to be able to be allowed to cover himself, so he is to be cuffed behind his back at all times when he is not carrying a tray. One of you is to stay with him for the rest of the day and make sure that he obeys the rules of his punishment. There is also a box of wipes for you to take and you are to wipe his bottom and penis and inspect his cleanliness, before he is allowed to enter any of the cabins. Peter blushed once more, as Nicki looked him up and down. He felt the duty officers take his wrists and pull them behind his back. He shivered as the cold metal of the cuffs touched his bottom as the duty officers handcuffed him. He had never felt so vulnerable or exposed. His smoothly shaven groin seemed to accent his nakedness and in horror he felt his penis begin to stiffen once more.

Nicki reached forward and to Peter's horror, too a firm hold on his penis. She looked at the smaller of the two duty officers and addressed her directly. "Ami, you will be in charge of him today so I am going to show you how to clean behind his foreskin and between his bottom cheeks. Peter could not help jerking his body as Nicki knelt before him, her hand firmly holding his penis. "Just pull the foreskin back like this and then wipe around it like this. It is easier to do it when the flesh is stiff, so if you just manipulate the foreskin like this." She pushed the foreskin back up the shaft and then pulled it forward until the tip of the glans was covered. She continued until his penis stiffened, causing his body to jerk with the acute sensation. Peter could not help trying to twist his hips so that he could evade her delicate fingers. Suddenly Nicki slapped him hard on the thigh. "Keep still, you naughty boy or I will have you spanked soundly." Peter could not believe his ears as she mentioned having him spanked. He stopped jerking his hips and looked down at her as she continued manipulating his penis until it was standing out from his body, stiff and hard. "Now as I was saying, it is so much easier when the penis is hard to draw back the foreskin and wipe around the flesh behind it." Peter could not help shivering as her actions followed her words and she stretched the foreskin back and proceeded to wipe around the sensitive flesh. Nicki stood up and addressed Ami once more. "Now if you will make him bend over, I will demonstrate how to wipe his bottom." Peter blushed as Ami placed her hand on the small of his back and bade him bend over. He felt dizzy with sensation as Nicki moved behind him and firmly smacked the insides of his thighs. "Open up now you naughty boy." Peter shuffled his legs further apart until she was satisfied with his position. His head was bent between his thighs with his hands stretched tightly behind his back. "Now you can part the cheeks with one hand like this." Peter felt his buttocks being prised apart as the young girl handled him so familiarly. "You see, now you can hold them open while you use your other hand to wipe his bottom." Peter felt the fluid, with which the cloth was impregnated; coolly anoint the sensitive flesh between the cheeks of his bottom.

"Right... up you get young man and stand up straight, no slouching." She moved around to his front as Peter blushed a deeper shade of red. She tapped his penis with her fingertips and looked him straight in the eye. "You will find young man, that unless you kerb your libido, you will be in continuous trouble aboard this ship." Peter could only tremble and stammer as the confident young girl appraised him, her beautiful face so authoritative that he felt two inches tall. She placed her hand under his chin and positioned his head so that he was looking straight into her eyes. With her other hand she grasped his erect penis and held him firmly. "Are you going to try and behave yourself from now on Peter, mmm?" Peter could hardly stammer a reply. His bottom lip was trembling and there were tears in his eyes. "I am so sorry miss, I promise I will be good." Nicki realised that the boy was almost at the point of fainting as she gently took her hand from his chin and placed it gently against his cheek. While still holding his penis, she moved forward and kissed him tenderly on his trembling lips. "Go then Peter and do your penance." She kissed him again and then moved back, "Right Ami, if you will escort him back to the galley, your friend can take his clothes to the hospital dormitory, as I imagine that he will be spending the night there after the Captains four." Peter blushed once more; acutely aware of the embarrassment he would feel walking naked back to the galley and then having to remain naked for the rest of the day. His erection had not abated as the young duty officer led him, naked and handcuffed into the corridor of the ship.

Peter followed the petite young officer along the corridor of the ship. He had not realised that he could have felt so naked. As his bare feet trod the cool smooth surface of the rubberised flooring he became acutely aware of the draughts of air from the various air conditioning units and open doorways playing upon his freshly shaven skin. He was aware that his face was bright red with embarrassment as his tumescent penis slapped from side to side against his thighs, as he clumsily followed his young guard towards the end of the empty corridor. . Peter could not help looking at her petite bottom and slender body as Ami walked in front of him. Suddenly as they reached a stairway she turned to him. Her face showed a hint of amusement, as she looked him up and down, noticing his penis wobbling from side to side. "I know you are supposed to remain cuffed, but I think that would be impractical with so many stairs and corridors to negotiate on board this ship. So I am willing to un-cuff you if you promise me that on no occasion are you to cover yourself. Do you understand what I mean by cover yourself?" Ami looked him straight in the eye as she moved closer to him and gently took hold of his swollen penis. "I mean covering this!" she squeezed his member as she looked enquiringly at his blushing face. "Do you understand?" Peter gasped, he felt utterly humiliated at the way the young girl was able to touch the most sensitive parts of his body so casually. He shivered with embarrassment as he felt her slender fingers squeeze his penis once more.

"Arggh", he gasped. "Please Miss, I promise." His bottom lip was trembling so violently that Ami thought that he might burst into to tears at any moment. She smiled at him kindly and let go of his penis. She moved behind him, feeling him shiver as she placed her hand upon his waist and positioned him so that she could unlock the handcuffs from his wrists. "There now young man, remember what I said... I want you to walk with your hands at your sides." Ami moved back around the boy and motioned for him to follow her up the stairway. Occasionally she turned her head to observe his progress, noting that although he was deeply embarrassed he was holding the handrails on both sides of the stairs. As they reached the top stairwell which accessed the upper deck Ami saw that two young girls were busy cleaning the brass hand rails which ran alongside the heavily carpeted corridor. Immediately she turned towards the naked boy and placed her hand under his chin, raising his head so that his eyes met hers. "Now Peter, I must warn you again that you are not to cover yourself. To make you fully understand the consequences I am going to give you a little demonstration of what will happen if you disobey me. You are naked because you are being punished, but I assure you that there are much worse punishments than this. Now turn around and bend over and touch your toes.... Quickly now don't keep me waiting." Ami kept her face in a mask of severity as she addressed the trembling youth.

As he turned away from her and proceeded to bend over, she unhooked the slim black tube that was hanging from her waist and slid the small red switch which was located near the handle until it read number 1. She could not resist the thrill that ran through her body as she placed the end of the tube between the cheeks of Peter's bottom and pushed it firmly against the puckered star of the boy's sphincter. She heard him gasp as the cold metal invaded the cheeks of his bare bottom. Deliberately Ami pressed the red button and watched the boy's reaction to the short electric shock, which emitted from the ball-end electrode at the end of the tube. "Argghhh...arrggghhh." Peter felt as if he had been kicked. The jolt of electricity had been without warning and so unexpected that his muscles had contracted violently. His sphincter contracted in spasms as he threw his body into an upright stance, gasping for breath as he turned his head to look at the young guard, his hands clutching the cheeks of his bottom Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked into her pretty face. His lips were trembling and his body shivered as he turned towards her. "Oh miss... please miss that hurt so much." His voice stammered as he looked at her, hardly believing that such a pretty and demure girl could inflict so much pain upon him. Ami could not contain the thrill, which had run through her body as she pressed the discharge button. Her feelings were not those of a sadist, but rather the thrill of having sexual control over another. Ami had never bothered to analyse her own sexual feelings but had accepted herself for what she was. She knew that she received equal gratification whether her subject was male or female - as long as they were pretty or at least very good looking. The naked boy standing before her was the most perfectly proportioned boy she had seen, His face good looking and neatly featured now showing the anguish of her recent torment upon him.

She smiled and gently stroked his cheek. "I think that that may remind you to keep your hands to your sides while you are on display. It is because I understand the desire you have to cover yourself that I have had to give you an early reminder as your behaviour today. I don't want to have to punish you again Peter, as there are eight levels of shock from this device, each one increasingly more severe and lots of other places that I can put it. That was level one... can you imagine what level eight would feel like against your testicles... or your penis mmm,,, Peter?" She gently stroked her hand under his testicles and penis as she spoke softly to him. "Well Peter... can you? Peter looked at the petite young girl as she addressed him; his face blushing profusely as she casually handled his genitals. He shivered from head to toe as he mumbled his reply. "I am sorry miss, it really hurts... I promise I will obey you."

Ami's face softened as she appraised the trembling youth, his bottom lip was quivering visibly as he muttered his response. "Well we shall see Peter" She noted that although his penis had stiffened once more, he did not try to cover himself, but kept his hands firmly to his sides. Ami walked on, beckoning him to follow her. Peter was blushing as they walked toward the two giggling Philippine girls who were cleaning the brass handrails. "He has to be naked all day... no?" One of the girls addressed Ami, her even white teeth displayed in as smile as she looked at the guard. To Peter's utter dismay Ami stopped in front of the girls. "Yes he is not allowed to cover himself or to resist examination by anyone." The young girls smiles widened as Ami spoke to her. "You mean we may examine heem?" Ami smiled. "Of course if you wish, his punishment is in retribution for being a Peeping Tom... if you know the expression... so of course, if you wish." The two girls were both dressed in thin, almost transparent, white cotton tunics. The tunics were cut short to mid thigh displaying slender bared legs. The girls were slim in build and Peter could clearly see the outline of their small firm breasts through the thin cotton tunics, which were cut in a low vee at the front. They both had shiny black hair, which was tied back in a regulation bun accenting the lovely bone structure of the jaw and high cheekbones, so typical of the Philippine race. One of the girls's stood in front of Peter as the second walked around to his rear. Peter began to tremble as Ami addressed him, her tone severe and foreboding.

"Hands on your head when you are being examined. Hesitate and you will be punished." Her voice, short, sharp and staccato, stung him like a whip crack. Peter felt his face turn bright red, his cheeks burning with humiliation and embarrassment as he felt one of the girl's hands gently stroke over his shoulders and down his back before coming to rest on the hillock of his buttocks. "Stand absolutely still with your legs wide apart, there's a good boy." Ami admonished him once more as she watched the young girl that was standing in front of the trembling boy, reach between his legs and gently cup his testicles. Peter gasped as the girl placed their hands upon his body. He shivered as his buttocks were parted and a small hand was slipped between the cheeks of his bottom. He could not help jerking violently as his foreskin was skinned back to reveal the sensitive rim of the glans. "He is a sensitive boy no?" One of the girls addressed Ami as she manipulated the skin of his foreskin, her delicate fingers causing the boy's organ to become erect almost immediately. Ami watched, fascinated as Peter began to tremble all over, his body quivering uncontrollably to the delight of the girls. "You are so smooth down here, they have shaved you everywhere." The girl's fingers moved over his genitals as she spoke softly to him. She tightened her grip on his penis and moved her other hand up over his chest, her small delicate fingers gently probing and pinching his nipple. Peter felt another blush suffuse his cheeks as the girls handled him so intimately. He felt utterly humiliated, unable to evade their searching fingers. He gasped as once more his foreskin was pulled back, the skin stretched fully back exposing him fully to their interested gaze.

"My you are shy... aren't you." The girl in front of him moved closer, her voice barely a husky whisper. "Relax your bottom, there's a good boy, my friend wants to feel inside you." Peter could not believe his ears or barely stammer a reply as he felt a finger gently but insistently probing his sphincter. Suddenly he felt the slender fingertip slip through the opening of his bottom and at the same time the girl's other hand encircle his waist so that she was able to push deeper.. "Relax now, you have a lovely bottom... just let your cheeks relax a little more." Her voice whispered in his ear as he felt her finger push further inside him. Suddenly he felt an intense sensation deep within him as she quickly located his prostate gland. The sensations of the girls hands upon his body was too much for Peter, his body began to shake uncontrollably and he began to gasp for breath. The girl standing in front of him pulled the skin of his foreskin down the shaft of his penis once more as she pushed her body against him. She grasped the back of his head and held him; suddenly kissing him full on the mouth, denying him breath while she proceeded to rub the head of his penis against her tunic.

"Stop...that will do... I am sorry girls but I think that will have to do for now you must not make him ejaculate." Ami was smiling as she looked at the two girls fondling the boy. Reluctantly they took their hands away from him. Ami watched him shudder as a slender finger was withdrawn from his bottom. He was blushing a beetroot red, his naked body trembling and his penis standing upright as the three girls stood back and looked at him. He was acutely aware of the throbbing of his penis and the acute embarrassment of the fact that he could not control it. He looked down in abject dismay, utterly ashamed before the three girls as they observed his erect penis, which was now pointing towards the ceiling. Peter felt humiliated and helpless, his shame beyond belief as, a few moments later; Ami led him briskly along the corridor. Utterly degraded and helpless, he walked behind the pretty young guard, almost blinded by his shame and humiliation, acutely aware of how ridiculous he must look with his erect penis wobbling and swaying before him. . As they neared the galley Peter knew that greater embarrassment was in store for him. Gillian had been kind and decent to him during the time he had been on board ship. Although her beauty had overawed him when they had first met, her constant good humour and easy manner had put him at ease. Now she was to see him naked and humiliated. He shivered at the thought, his mind in turmoil as he walked, sometimes stumbling along the well-lit corridors of the ship.

Peter could not have believed that just a few weeks before that he would have been subjected to so much embarrassment. He had always known that he was shy by nature and his tender years had yet provided no sexual experience. Although his penis had subsided somewhat he was still aware of it slapping from side to side between his legs. His freshly shaven genitals were sensitive to every breath of air and contact; even the cheeks of his bottom felt sensitive to the flow of air as he walked beneath the outlets of the air-conditioning units. As they stopped opposite the galley door, Peter could feel his heart beating faster, he felt a tightening in his chest and the familiar twinges of fear and trepidation gnawing at this stomach. "Come along Peter, It is time for you to go to work, no dawdling now you have a long day in front of you." Ami's words did nothing to lessen the boy's anxiety as he stumbled rather than stepped over the high threshold of the drinks galley. He stood behind the guard hoping to shield himself from Gillian's gaze as she turned around from one of the large refrigeration cupboards.

Gillian had been busy in the galley from the moment she had come on duty. Already there had been three calls from the officer's liberty deck asking that as soon as Peter arrived he should take up a large tray of drinks. Gillian had prepared the cocktails and placed them in the one of the large stainless steel refrigerators. She knew that the reason for call had very little to do with the desire for cocktails but rather the desire to have their way with her new cabin boy. Gillian had enjoyed Peter's company in the galley and had delighted in his capacity for hard work and willingness. She had never had to ask for anything to be done twice and had often found had done an hours work before their designated time of arrival. He had often taken over duties that were usually shared between them and it was now quite common for him to clean the galley spotlessly before she arrived. She was quite sure in her own mind that the offence had been fabricated and set up deliberately. Her knowledge of the crew of officers was quite intimate and her own punishment, which happened on the day that Peter arrived on board, had been as a result of a contrivance by the officers. Gillian had mixed feeling about the turn of events that had led to Peter's punishment day. She liked her new friend very much and would never think to deliberately upset or embarrass him; but on the other hand she felt a thrill in the knowledge that she would be seeing the boy naked. She had often looked at him as he bent over or stretched to reach for a shelf, noting the slim torso and firm buttocks beneath his ship's uniform. The ships officers were adept at deceit and guile and their sexual predilections knew no bounds.

Gillian knew that it would be a day of humiliation for him and that he would not escape their attention to his body. She remembered when four of the girls had stripped her naked and made her orgasm three times in an hour. She also knew that it would not be the last time that their skilful manipulations of her body would make her scream with ecstasy. Peter blushed profusely as Gillian turned around to face him. Although his body was hidden behind the young guard, he felt utterly helpless and humiliated. Ami turned around and pushed him forward towards Gillian. "Well Gillian what do you think to our young friend?" Gillian felt her cheeks blush as she looked at Peter standing naked in front of her. She could not help herself, as she looked him up and down, instantly noticing that his penis was far from flaccid and that his genitals had been shaved, leaving him smooth and fully exposed to her gaze. She quickly averted her eyes from his body and back to his face. His cheeks were bright red and his eyes were downcast in shame as she spoke to him. "I am sorry Peter, but try and be a brave boy, I am sure you will be fine." Gillian knew that her words sounded lame but she genuinely wanted to show him some comfort, not realising that her concern only exacerbated his humiliation.

Ami knew how the boy must be feeling, being made to stand naked in front of his colleague. She was pleased to see that he had somehow managed to keep his hands to his side. "Right Peter, I am supposed to clean you up before you enter a room so bend over and touch your toes, there's a good boy." Peter quaked with shame as she heard Ami's words; he looked in anguish at Gillian before reluctantly bending over before her. "Round this way a bit... and spread those legs wide apart, so that I can get between the cheeks of your bottom." Ami slapped his buttocks with the palm of her hand as she positioned the boy until his bottom was facing Gillian and his legs were spread wide apart. Peter stared at the tiled floor beneath his feet, his breathing heavy and laboured as steeled himself for further humiliation. His cheeks were burning and his ears ringing with shame and embarrassment as he heard Ami address Gillian. "Right Gillian if you would reach underneath him and hold his genitals out of the way while I wipe inside his bottom cheeks and between his legs, it will make things a lot easier for me." Peter could scarcely believe his ears as Ami spoke to his friend Gillian in such a `matter of fact' manner. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath in trepidation as he felt a soft hand encircle his waist.

"I think you will be better if you lean over him, then you will be able to hold his penis out of the way with your other hand." Gillian did not know whether or not to obey Ami's instruction. She knew exactly how Peter must be feeling, but her excitement and curiosity finally got the better of her and she placed her hands upon the naked boy. Peter began to shiver as he felt Gillian's hands slide around his waist and up underneath him, her soft fingers exploring and searching until he felt her suddenly take hold of his penis. He shuddered uncontrollably as her other hand stroked over his freshly shaved flesh and gently cupped his testicles. Her touch was soft and sensuous as she carefully drew his testicles forward and took a firmer grip around his tumescent penis. Gillian could not help a thrill running through her body as she leaned her body further over the naked boy, guiltily allowed her soft breasts to press against his back as she took a firmer hold of his genitals. Even though she felt sorry for his predicament she could not help herself rolling the soft sac of his scrotum between her fingers and feeling the plump testes move beneath the skin. She could feel his penis beginning to throb in her hand as the soft flesh became hard and erect. Ami bent over behind Peter and nonchalantly placed her hand on the cheeks of his bottom. Deftly she pulled his bottom cheeks apart and slid her hand between them.

Gillian felt Peter try to rear up with the shock of the intrusion between his bottom. Peter felt his penis move through her fingers as he tried to evade her touch. Without realising what she was doing Gillian tightened her grip on his penis, the boy's movements masking her deliberate action of pulling his foreskin back. As he wriggled and moved his hips Gillian deliberately slipped the foreskin down over the head of his penis, exposing the glans fully, before bringing the tender skin back up towards the tip, her forefinger grazing over the glans as she completed the movement. She heard the boy gasp and moan at the intimate contact of her fingers, but could not help herself once more exposing the glans and stretching the skin tightly as she began to manipulate the skin of his penis into a steady milking motion. She ignored Peter's groans, instead watching as Ami moved behind him now holding a moist tissue. Without preamble the young guard wiped diligently between the cheeks of his bottom and then between his legs her fingers meeting Gillian's as she reached under the bending youth.

Gillian could not believe how hard his penis had become as she steadily milked him, her actions slow and methodical. She was aware that his breath had become laboured and his body had begun to shiver. It was Ami that stopped the proceedings, aware that the boy would ejaculate should they excite him any further. "Right you can stand up straight now my boy. Hands behind your head and legs wide apart! Come along no nonsense now." Gillian quickly took her hands from his penis and testicles; her face was flushed with excitement, as she stood upright. She had little time to compose herself as Peter shakily put his hand on his knees and began to straighten himself. His face was flushed and lips were quivering, as he stood upright. His total humiliation was plain to see as he looked down at his penis, which was standing straight out from his body. He shut his eyes in shame as Gillian looked at him, her smile soft and sympathetic. Ami had not finished with her humiliation of the boy, as she stood close behind him. "Get those hands on top of your head there that's the way." "Now Gillian, if you would take hold of his penis and pull the foreskin back tightly, I will make sure he is nice and clean behind there." Ami moved around to stand beside Gillian as she watched the naked boy shiver and shake, her eyes examining him from head to toe.

Peter shivered once more, unable to stop himself looking at Gillian as she bent down on one knee, her face, only inches from his erect penis. Gillian looked up at him, her smile soft and gentle. "Don't worry Peter I won't hurt you. Just try and keep still now." He watched in horror as Gillian gently took hold of his penis with both hands, her fingertips carefully pressing the soft flesh. Her beautiful face looking up at him, watching his shameful expression as she gently slid his foreskin back until it was stretched tight. He could not help jerking his hips backwards as Ami reached forward and pinched the top of his penis between her delicate fingers. "Hold still, or I will ask Gillian to hold you by the testicles." Her tone was sharp as she wiped the cloth around the sensitive glans of his penis, causing him to jerk his hips backwards with the acute sensation. "One more wipe and then you are done" She exclaimed brightly as she deliberately caught the glans of his penis with her fingers as she wiped beneath it. Peter's body was shaking from head to foot as the girls let him go.

He blushed profusely as Gillian patted his cheek. "I'll get the trays ready and you can take them up to the officers' deck. Don't worry Peter it will all be over after today, I promise." Impulsively she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, deliberately letting her tunic graze over the tip of his penis as she held his face in her hands. Peter's body was shaking with the utter humiliation he was feeling. As he looked at Gillian's kindly expression a tear rolled down his cheek. Too embarrassed to say anything he hung his head as she let him go, fighting his desire to cover himself as once more Gillian looked down at his naked body. His penis was so excruciatingly hard that it pointed upwards away from his body; he could not help it throbbing up and down as he stood facing her with his hands at his sides. To his relief she turned away from him and started preparing the tray of drinks. He watched helpless and ashamed as Ami helped Gillian to put the cocktail thermoses upon the silver serving-tray. "Right I think that is everything." Gillian said brightly as she handed Peter the tray and stood back to let him pass. She felt a tremor of excitement as she watched him walk out of the galley, closely followed by Ami. His Penis wobbled up and down as he walked and Gillian noticed that his buttocks were clenched in an effort to minimise his nakedness. Peter could hardly breath such was his humiliation as they walked the corridor, passing several young girls along the way.

He could hear their soft chuckles and giggles as they passed him by. They reached the stair well and ascended the stairs to the upper deck. The corridor was beautifully decorated; the walls held framed paintings of ships and schooners and side tables held ships clocks and fine instruments of navigation. The flooring was marble with Egyptian rugs centred and equally spaced along the walkway. It was not long before they came to a heavily rosewood veneered door that disguised the storm door that guarded the officer's deck. Peter turned his head towards Ami as they approached the heavy door, which was already ajar. "Right Peter I will enter while you wait here with the tray, we don't want another reoccurrence of last time do we now? You may put the tray down on the table... and just to keep you out of mischief you will stand with your hands on your head." Peter blushed once more as Ami walked past him, tapping him lightly on his naked buttocks. She noted that his penis was still hard, although now pointing more towards the floor.

The girls are going to have a field day with this young man, she thought as she pushed the heavy door aside and passed through the opening of the bulkhead and into the sunshine which flooded the outside deck.. Peter stood as he had been instructed; his knees feeling shaky and his mind wishing that his penis would subside before he was bade to enter the deck area. He had placed his hands on his head making him feel foolish and vulnerable. He did not have long to wait as Ami reappeared and stood before him, an amused expression on her face. She did not speak but took a packet of wet wipes from her shoulder bag. Nonchalantly she took hold of the boy's penis and skinned back the foreskin, ignoring his groans of anguish and embarrassment she wiped around the tender flesh behind the rim of the glans. Peter jerked his hips backward, trying to escape the acute sensation to his penis. His action was stopped by a firm slap to his thigh, as she held his penis firmly.

"Stand still or your bottom will be having a little electro therapy." Ami admonished him as she reached around his hips; one hand still holding his penis and her other hand slipping the moist tissue between the cheeks of his bottom. Peter looked upwards in despair, his embarrassment complete as the pretty young guard wiped his bottom; at the same time her delicate fingers manipulating his penis back to a full erection. Ami knew exactly handle the boy to cause the maximum sexual stimulation. Her finger occasionally grazing over the sensitive glans, sometimes a fingernail teasing open the tip of his penis, her other hand pressing hard against his anus or tickling underneath his scrotum. "Right I think that will do! Pick up the tray and follow me. Come along hurry up, we haven't got all day." She slapped his buttocks as she let go of his penis and watched him shakily turn to pick up the tray of drinks from the table. She was satisfied to see that his penis now pointed upwards towards the ceiling, the turgid member wobbling from side to side as he moved. She led him trough the doorway and on to the deck. Peter was so humiliated and embarrassed that he could hardly see as he stepped into the warm sunlight. It was fortunate that Ami turned and took the tray from him as he entered the deck; he was near to fainting as he took in the sight before him. The girls had formed their reclining chairs and sun lounges into a semicircle; their bronzed bodies sat or laid in a variety of poses as they waited for their prey to step into the arena. Ami had quickly put down the tray and deftly positioned Peter to stand in the centre of the semi circle. "Hands on your head and feet well apart, come along you know the drill by now when you are about to be examined." Peter quaked with shame and fear as he took in the sight before him.

There were about twelve girls, some were wearing both pieces of their bikinis, some were topless and some were entirely naked. One thing they all had in common was their beauty! One Oriental girl, who was entirely nude, was laid on a bright yellow sun bed. Her slender limbs stretching sinuously as she moved her position and sat up on one elbow to better evaluate the naked youth that had been made to stand naked and fully displayed. A tall girl of Amazonian proportions stood up and stood in front of Peter as he placed his hands upon his head. Her body was as perfect as Peter had ever imagined a body could be. She was dressed in a bikini bottom, her naked breasts were large and firm and yet her waist tapered to minute proportions above the shapely swell of her hips. Her long thighs were smooth and beautifully shaped. She was perfectly proportioned in every way, her skin glowing with the sheen of a light summer tan. Her blonde hair was tied back and her beautiful and intelligent face broke into a smile as she addressed him.

Peter was mesmerised with her beauty as she looked down at him, her even white teeth glistened between her sensual lips. "Well young man how does it feel to be on display?" Peter was near to fainting as he looked up at her. He had always been in awe of beautiful women, and here he was being made to stand naked before a statuesque girl of sheer beauty and perfection. He blushed profusely as she looked him up and down, quaking with fear and embarrassment as her eyes looked down to his erect penis. She placed her hand under his chin, immediately feeling the warmth of his blushing face as she made him look into her eyes. "You know Peter that you have been a very naughty boy and you are going to be punished for your rudeness." Her eyes searched his face for emotion as she spoke to him. She could see that he was near to tears as she softly stroked her fingers over his cheek. "We are going to give you a little punishment of our own before you are sent to see the captain. Any boy that can't keep control of himself deserves to be punished. Just look at this!" She took her hand away from his face and dropped her gaze to his erect penis, noting that the boy could not help but drop his head to follow her lead and look down at himself. A thrill ran through her beautiful body as she tapped his erect member with her fingers, watching it sway from side to side.

Peter gasped in horror and despair as she touched his penis. He felt near to fainting as she moved around to his rear. She leaned her head so that she could look over his shoulder, her soft cheek touching his. He felt her breasts press against his back as she reached around his waist and deftly took hold of his penis, immediately pulling the foreskin to reveal the head and glans. With her free hand she smacked him on the bottom. "Don't hang your head Peter." She said softly. "Look up and look at the girls, you have been a rude little boy, a little peeping Tom. It is now your turn to be the subject of unwanted attention. If I catch you closing your eyes, I shall ask Ami to put her little device into your bottom and press the trigger and I know you won't like that will you Peter?" Kate kept her voice low, her lips only millimetres from his ear as she held his rigid penis firmly, her fingers running up the shaft and then pulling the skin firmly back to expose him to the interested gaze of the girls. She reached around him with her other hand and gently took his left nipple between finger and thumb, her bright red nails grazing over the tender nub of flesh.

"Answer me boy, I expect you to cooperate fully with what we have in store for you." She could feel the boy's body shiver and shake with fear and embarrassment as she held him firmly. Tears of shame were rolling down Peter's cheeks as he answered her, his lips were trembling and his voice sounded hoarse. "N...no miss, er it hurts very much." "Ah, so you have had a taste already have you?" She looked across ay Ami who had moved to the rails, away from them so that she would not obscure anyone's view. Ami nodded her affirmation at the unasked question. "Well young man, let me tell you what is in store for you." As Kate talked to the boy a young girl got up from one of the sun lounges. She was completely naked. Her slender body was darkly tanned all over. Colette was petite in stature, her breasts which were small and pointed, glistened with their light covering of oil as she moved in the sunlight. The darker puckered skin of the aureoles contrasted with the almost pink skin of her erect nipples. Her torso was lean and slender slimming to a minute waist and completely flat stomach. Unusually her pubic mound was plump and full against such a slender body. She was bereft of any hair except for a small patch the size of a penny above the crease of her sex. Colette picked up a stool and moving towards Peter, placed it in front of him. She then moved behind him and out of his sight for a moment before reappearing, this time she held a small leather tawse in her hand, which she placed carefully on the stool. The two tails of the tawse hung over the edge of the stool, the stiffened handle angled straight towards him as if a pointer to his fate. Kate was almost whispering as she held her body against the naked boy. "I am afraid Peter that you are to be punished individually by each of the girls here. You will receive no more than four stokes from each of them, but they may apply them how and where they like. I expect you to be a brave boy and take what we are about to give you with good grace. You have been naughty and now you are about to receive our punishment. Are you going to be a good boy and take your punishment like a man?"

Without warning, Kate drew his foreskin back, stretching the skin tightly before firmly slapping his bare bottom. "Come along answer me!" Peter could hardly stammer as he eyed the leather tawse upon the stool. He was aware that all eyes were focussed on his erect penis as Kate held his foreskin firmly and brought her other hand around to gently cup his testicles and pull them forward, displaying them for the attention of her audience. "Argghhh." Peter groaned loudly as she held him so intimately. A ripple of predatory excitement ran through the girls as they heard him groan for the first time, a prelude to their torment of him. Kate let go of the trembling boy and moved away from him. She felt sorry for him and yet was excited by the prospect of what they were to do to him. She realised that he was shyer than she had ever imagined a boy of his age could be. She could not stand boys or men with the arrogant bravado of the average male ego. Instead she had turned to the gentleness and subtlety of her fellow sex. But this was different; here was a male that fitted her ideal, slim and beautifully proportioned, neatly featured and a nature that was shy and malleable. She was sure that the rest of the girls shared her views about him as she watched him standing with his hands clasped firmly to his head and his legs spread wide apart, his cheeks aflame with embarrassment and confusion. "I think Colette should be first, ladies."

She turned to Colette and smiled at her. "You may do with him what you wish, within the guidelines of what we have discussed earlier." Peter stood and watched as the girls pulled their sun lounges even closer to the stool, which had been placed in front of him. His mind was in limbo between embarrassment and confusion, his cheeks were burning with humiliation and he still could not believe that the girls were really intent on using the leather tawse upon him. He had had an inkling earlier that this was a charade designed to frighten him rather than to seriously punish him. He was left in no doubt to his fate as Colette stood before him and with a beckoning finger bade him follow her to the stool. She sat down taking the tawse in her right hand as she did so. "Peter stand in front of me, I want to have a good look at you before I decide exactly how to punish you. Peter quaked as he walked the two steps to stand in front of Colette, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he steeled himself to look down at her naked body. He had managed to keep his hands on top of his head, feeling utterly foolish as he stood in front of the naked girl. Her lithe body mesmerised him as he looked down at her, he realised suddenly exactly where he was staring and quickly averted his eyes. "So you are up to your tricks already are you Peter?" Staring at my breasts... even at the point of your punishment for previous misdemeanours, well Peter what do you have to say for yourself? "I'm sorry mm...miss, I really am sorry." Peter stammered as he dropped his head and looked down at his feet, tears rolling down his cheeks as he stood shivering with fear and humiliation, his shins almost touching her beautifully slender legs.

Colette placed the tawse on the deck beside her and looked at him, her pretty face showing no emotion. "Not as sorry as you are going to be in a moment, now come closer and let me have a look at you. You are obviously incorrigible and beyond reasonable behaviour." She reached forward and placed her hand behind his knee as she bade him stand closer. She looked amused as he managed to shuffle forward a few inches, feeling utterly foolish as his legs touched her knees, his erect penis only inches away from her. "Stand with your legs apart, you silly boy, can't you do anything right." Peter blushed profusely, his cheeks aflame with humiliation and shame as she patted the inside of his thighs until he had spread his legs well apart. Her knees were now in between his legs, his erect penis only millimetres away from her naked breasts as she leaned forward and looked up at him. "Look at me Peter and listen to what I have to say. If I catch you closing your eyes or looking away I will have Ami shock you in your bottom, do you understand me?" Peter looked at the pretty young girl, her stern face showed no emotion as she placed her hands upon his hips. "Right Peter, I am going to examine your body thoroughly and then I am going to punish that little bottom of yours! "Now look at me and do not close your eyes." She held his gaze steadily as she slid her hands over his hips and down the side of each thigh. "Do not take your eyes from mine Peter, I want to see your shame, so you understand me?" Although his eyes were full of tears he managed to continue looking into her eyes as she smoothed her hands down each of his thighs. Peter shivered as he felt her knead the flesh before moving her hands to the inside of his legs, her delicate fingers causing him to shiver. He knew with utter certainty and dread that her hands would move upwards to his genitals. It was the utter certainty of it that caused a shiver to run through his body as inexorably her hands moved higher. Colette could see the utter dread in his face as she mover her hands higher until the back of her hand brushed against the smoothly shaven skin of his testicles. Such was the slow deliberation of her first contact with his genitals that he jerked his hips backwards. Colette quickly smacked his thigh.

"Don't you dare pull away from me, you naughty boy!" She replaced her hand on the inside of his thigh before speaking again, making sure that his eyes were still looking into hers. "One more display like that and I will have you shocked in your bottom, do you understand?" Peter's lips were trembling and his throat was so dry with fear and shame that he could hardly speak. "I'm sorry... er miss" Peter managed to stammer as suddenly he felt her delicate fingers cup his testicles and draw them forward from in-between his legs. Deliberately she hesitated a moment, holding his gaze steadily, before encircling his penis with her other hand and pushing the foreskin back. She could read the shame in his eyes as she held his testicles in one hand and exposed his penis fully with the other. "Aren't you ashamed Peter, being made to stand naked while I display you like this." The tears rolled down Peter's cheeks as he stammered his reply. "Please miss, I meant no offence, I.... er I..." Colette did not let him finish his sentence. "It is far to late for excuses Peter, take your hands off you head and come around to the side. I am going to take you over my knee and smack that naughty bottom of your." She moved her legs and without letting go of his penis and testicles moved him until her was stood at her side. "Over you go, there's a good boy." She let go of his testicles and placed her hand on his bottom while pulling him over her lap with a firm grip on his penis. "There you are that's the way, now let me have a look at this bottom of yours."

Her words were designed to provide the maximum humiliation as she took her hand from his penis and trapped the rigid member between her naked thighs. Delicately she placed both hands on either side of his bottom cheeks and spread them wide. Cheekily she pushed a fingertip against his anus, watching the sphincter contract to evade the intrusion. "Now Peter I want you to relax your bottom and keep still, while I smack your cheeks". She raised her hand and brought it down in a hard smack across his bottom. "Don't you dare tense your bottom, do you hear me Peter" She started to stroke his bottom, her soft touch moving from the back of his thighs upwards and over the hillocks of his buttocks. Peter looked at the deck only inches from his face. His hands were flat against the wooden decking and his legs were dangling in the air as she stroked him gently before suddenly lifting her hand and smacking him once more with her bare hand. "er... Yes miss, he managed to stammer as he felt her legs squeeze together, tight against his erect penis. To his horror he felt his rigid member begin to throb with the intimate contact of her soft inner thighs. He valiantly tried to relax the cheeks of his bottom as her hand stroked gently over the tender flesh. Colette reached for the tawse and raised it high above his naked buttocks before bringing it down firmly.

She watched fascinated as the leather bit into his flesh. The tawse was designed more as an implement of shame rather than that of pure corporal punishment. Although they were thick, the tails of the leather implement were soft and very pliable, giving the effect of being beaten with perhaps a wetted towel, rather than the bite of an instrument of correction. What was realistic enough was the loud sharp slap of the tawse against bared flesh. Peter grunted at each stroke of the tawse as it was brought down quickly and firmly over his upturned bottom. He had never known such humiliation and degradation. The beauty of the girls; the shaving of his genitals; the almost casual handling of his most private parts, all contributed to his utter shame. He felt a gentle hand take hold of his shoulder and gesture for him to get up from across the knees of Colette. His face was bright red, partly from his upturned position - and partly through the extreme embarrassment of his punishment. He stood before her once more, obediently his eyes met hers and held her gaze as he replaced his hands on his head and stood with his legs well apart. Colette could not help smiling as she noted his obedience and eagerness to obey her previous instructions even though she had not asked him to do so. "Now you are to apologise to me Peter. I want you to tell me that you are sorry for being a dirty little boy." Peter held her gaze, unable to stop yet another tear rolling down his cheeks. He was aware that his penis was throbbing up and down, a fact that had already been noticed by Colette and the other girls.

"Please miss, I am so sorry... er for being a dirty little boy. I promise I will never do anything like that again." Tears rolled down his cheeks as he stammered his apologies. Colette softened her expression and stood up her body almost touching his, she slapped his penis lightly with the tips of the tawse, watching him flinch with embarrassment rather than pain. "Right Peter, I have finished with you for a while. Stand up absolutely straight, open your legs wider and face the girls. On no account must you avoid looking at them, or anyone that addresses you directly. Are you clear on that Peter?" Peter gulped, but obeyed, placing his hands more firmly on top of his head and opening his legs even wider as he faced the girls who were watching his every movement. "One day you will learn to control this!" Casually she slapped his penis with a downwards stroke of the tawse, causing his rigid member to wobble up and down, before dropping the tawse on to the stool and moving back to her sun lounge. Kate eyed the girls as they sat or longed in a semi circle around the naked boy. Although Kate could sense an air of excitement... to the average onlooker the girls would have appeared to show but a mild interest in the proceedings. The cool demeanour common to the very, very pretty girl is not merely a haughty attitude, but rather the barrier against the constant attention that their beauty itself encourages from male admirers. Even at a young age the girls would have already developed their cool and unapproachable exterior, masking any expression that could be confused with encouragement. All the girls onboard ship would, if they had been placed in a different environment, have been the beauty that stood well above the merely average.

Peter faced the girls, his body shivering with embarrassment, acutely aware of the terrible throbbing of his penis as he stood naked before his tormentors. He blushed profusely as several of the girls got up from their loungers and proceeded to form a line in front of him. He desperately wanted to hang his head in shame rather than look at them as he had been ordered to. A tall slender bodied girl stood in front of him, her long black hair cascading across her shoulder as she tossed her head. She reached out a hand and gently cupped his chin, moving his head until their eyes met. Her rich Southern American accent made him feel even smaller than he felt already. "Now honey bunch, let's see if few more hard smacks will make Sunny Jim here go down, mmm shall we sweetie pie?" Peter blushed profusely as she took a firm hold of his penis. "Let's just skin him back and have a good look at him shall we girls?" She held the tip of his penis with one hand and pulled back his foreskin with the other, stretching the skin tightly until the heel of her hand was pressed against the smoothly shaven flesh of his pubis. Peter could not help jerking his hips away from her as she exposed him fully. Roslyn was enjoying herself tremendously as she felt the throb of his penis beneath her fingers. She watched her friends gather around his trembling body to see exactly what she was doing to him. "Well you are a sensitive little fellow aren't you? Just stand still now and let's see what you're made of." With that remark she let go of the tip of his penis and grasped his testicles in the palm of her hand, her long fingernails pressing against the perineum as she squeezed and rolled the testes within the scrotal sac.

Peter could only gasp at the way she handled him so nonchalantly as if she was examining a horse. "Arrggghh...ooohhhhhh." Peter groaned aloud as he felt her squeeze his testicles firmly and stretch the skin of his penis even tighter. "Arrggghhh.... arrggghh." He groaned again as he felt one of the girls behind him, suddenly part the cheeks of his bottom and insert her slender fingers inside the crease, exploring the sensitive opening of his bottom. The six girls seemed to close in upon him, their hands seemingly everywhere upon his body stroking their soft fingers over his torso, occasionally tweaking his nipples and squeezing the soft flesh of his bottom; their naked or near naked bodies brushing against him as they busied themselves with examining him. "Keep still, sweetie pie while the girls have a good look at you and then we'll smack your little bottom for you." Roslyn could see the utter embarrassment of the boy written right across his face, as she humiliated him both verbally and physically. "O.K. girls, lets get into a line. Hey who's handing out the paddles? They are on the desk over there. Ah uh you got them honey, O.K. Bring them over and we'll get this show on the road." Peter looked aghast as he saw one of the girls carrying a pile of leather paddles with which she proceeded to hand out. Roslyn let go of his testicles but retained her firm hold of his throbbing penis as she turned away from him and addressed the girls. "Come on... lefthanders that side and the rest of you this side."

Quickly the girls formed a line as the nearest girl to Roslyn handed her a leather paddle. She turned back to Peter and placed the end of the leather paddle under his chin, lifting his head so that he was looking her straight in the eyes. She spoke to him softly, almost tenderly, watching the frightened emotion on his face and the tears welling up in his eyes. "O.K. honey, you get to walk down the middle of us. When you get to the end of the line you walk for about another metre and then you turn around and come back. You do that twice altogether. What you must not forget is to keep your hands up on top of your head and make sure you walk nice and slowly. Do you think you can do that for me honey, mmm?" Peter looked stupefied, his face burning with humiliation. He understood what was about to happen, having seen similar scenes at school, where the unfortunate youth had been squirted with water pistols as they `ran the gauntlet' as it used to be called. He looked into her eyes, his eyes pleading as he spoke. "Please miss... er I'm sorry miss...er" She suddenly let go of his penis as he spoke and stroked her hand gently over his blushing cheek. "Don't worry honey bunch it will all be over soon. Just manage to get it right, there's a good boy, otherwise I will make you go again." Peter felt his lips begin to quiver, he knew he was near to fainting with embarrassment as Roslyn took him by the hips and turned him to face the girls. Three of the girls were on one side and Roslyn joined the two girls standing on the other side. She turned her head to face Peter. O.K. Honey bunch start walking... and keep going past the end of the line until I tell you to turn. You got that, sweetheart?" Peter blushed a deeper shade of red as he started to walk between the two rows of girls. He felt utterly stupid as his erect penis wobbled and bobbed up and down before him. His naked body exposed to whatever they would do to him. Two of the girls were completely naked the rest had removed their bikini tops. Peter was in awe of their beauty, he dropped his head in embarrassment no longer able to keep control of himself.

He squeezed his eyes shut and walked forward blindly, trying in vain to shut out the humiliation of his ordeal. "STOP" Roslyn's voice was like a whip, shaking Peter out of his almost trance like state. He looked up his eyes showing the alarm he felt at her sharp rebuke. "You are not to close your eyes or hang your head, now go back and start again. You do that again Sweetie and I'll squeeze your balls so hard that you will wish you had never been born." Peter could not help crying as he looked up at the beautiful girl. The tears rolled down his cheeks as he tried to muster his senses enough to speak. "I am so sorry miss... please miss" He sobbed, his knees shaking and his shoulders heaving with emotion. "O.K. Honey just go back and start again. I will forgive you this once." Roslyn's voice was soft and tender, almost the whisper of a loving nursemaid. Her complete manipulation of his emotions elicited exactly the response she wanted from him. She watched as he pulled himself together and walked back to his started point. She could see that he was acutely aware of his total nakedness, trying desperately to hold the cheeks of his bottom together as he turned away from them. The girls watched as Peter started to walk between them. This time he walked upright his eyes looking straight ahead and his hands clasped together behind his head. They had arranged themselves so that instead of being exactly opposite each other, their positions were staggered, allowing them more room to swing their paddles as well as making the line longer. They held their paddles at the ready as he approached. The first girl caught hold of his penis as he approached squeezing it as he walked past her. She let go of him as he walked directly in front of her and then raised her paddle and brought it down hard on the centre of his bottom.

She heard him gasp as the paddle spanked his tender flesh. His gasp becoming louder as the second girl took hold of his testicles, her slender fingers jiggling the ball sac as he continued his progress down the line. `Craacck' a second paddle smacked against his buttocks as another hand grasped his penis. This time it was Roslyn that pushed his foreskin back and then smacked the errant organ with her fingertips as he shuffled rather than walked between the two rows of girls. "That's the way honey you are doing fine, she whispered before raising her paddle and smacking him smartly on the tender cheeks of his bottom. "Arrggghhh... ooohhhh... arggggghhhhh." Peter gasped and groaned as he made his way between the girls. Although the paddles were made of softened leather, his bottom was beginning to feel sore. He twitched and shook as the girls handled him intimately, their soft hand and delicate fingers, squeezing and kneading his flesh. Peter could not believe the utter degradation he felt at having his penis and testicles being held and intimately manipulated as if he were horseflesh, He almost skipped with pain and humiliation as the last girl pinched his penis as he walked past, before aiming her paddle low and catching the tender underside of his bottom cheeks with a mighty swipe. He continued for a few more steps before hearing Roslyn shout to him.

"O.K. Peter, you did alright that time, now turn around and come back; keep your eyes open and lets see if we can warm that bottom of yours a little more this time. It was like a nightmare as Peter walked back through the row of girls. Their hands left no part of him untouched, their paddles smacking him across the buttocks time and time again. He stumbled rather than walked, gasping, groaning... almost screaming with anguish as the young girls punished him diligently. Such was his pain and humiliation that he lost track of the amount of times he had walked between his row of tormentors. Tears were running down his cheeks and yet his penis was erect and throbbing with sensation as they casually handled his genitals before smacking his tender and burning bottom cheeks with their paddles. His buttocks were on fire as he came to the end of the line, his voice hoarse with his cries of anguish and pain. He was just about to turn again when Roslyn spoke. "Stop where you are Peter, your punishment is finished for the time being." She looked at the montage of stripes and blotches across the cheeks of his bottom. She knew that twenty-four strokes of the paddle would be hard for anyone to bear and yet she was quite sure that he was crying more from the humiliation and degradation of his chastisement rather than the pain. "Stay where you are and I will come and see to you. You may take your hands from your head, but you are not to cover yourself or touch your bottom, is that clear.?" Peter managed to mumble a replay before unclasping his hands from his head. He flinched momentarily as he felt a soft hand upon his shoulder. "Alright Peter, I am not going to hurt you any more, come with me and I will see what I can do for you." The softness of her voice brought tears to his eyes once more as she led him to one of the sun beds and placed two large cushions across the middle of the mattress. " Now lie face down with your hips over the cushions. Come along I'll help you."

Gently she helped him kneel upon the bed. " Just spread your knees, before you lay down, that's a sweetie." Her voice was soft almost a whisper as she watched him go on to hands and knees and then with a sigh of embarrassment spread his knees apart. Deftly she took hold of his erect penis and pulled it further between his legs as she placed her other hand on the small of his back and bade him lie down. His penis was now pointed downwards against the edge of the cushions and his buttocks were elevated well above the level of his head. Peter felt foolish and vulnerable, acutely aware that his bottom was stuck up in the air and that his penis was in plain view for anyone to see. Roslyn came around to his side and sat on the edge of the bed. Her body, naked apart from the briefest of bikini bottoms glistened in the sunlight as she looked at the trembling boy. "Turn your head towards me Peter, Kate is bringing you a drink that you can suck through a straw while you are lying there. You still have some more smack bottoms to come, but we are going to let you have a little rest for the time being." Peter turned his head towards her, resting it on his hand, acutely aware of the proximity of her nakedness. He felt her hand stroke over his back and over his upturned buttocks, before dipping her fingers low between his legs and gently squeezing his erect penis. "My you are a big boy, aren't you honey bunch. Perhaps this will go down if you just lay here quietly." Peter felt her squeeze his penis once more before letting go. It felt painful having his penis held back between his legs rather than laid under his tummy. He watched as Roslyn got up from the bed and made way for Kate who had brought him a drink in a sealed cup with a long flexible straw made in clear plastic.

She placed it on the deck and gave him the end of the straw. Just lean up and drink that and then you can have a little rest. Her naked breasts actually brushed against his shoulder as she leaned forward and gently kissed his burning cheek. Peter watched, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable as Kate moved away from the sun bed. Peter drank most of his drink and then rested his head on his hands and closed his eyes. Kate and Roslyn walked the short distance to the back of the deck and through a storm door that led to their own lounge area. The room was large and spacious and like the rest of upper decks of the ship, was beautifully furnished. There were soft leather chairs and low coffee tables arranged around the room, which could have been mistaken for the interior of a smart gentleman's club apart from one item. In the middle of the room was a gynaecological chair to which was strapped a naked girl. Her shapely legs had been spread wide apart and strapped into stirrups high above her head. Her bottom was fully exposed and almost lifted off the surface of the leather-covered chair allowing access to every part of her body. Her wrists were fastened to leather cuffs set into the side of the chair and her head was laid back against a padded headrest. She was moaning loudly, her pretty mouth was wide open and her legs and hips jerked in spasms of exactly four second intervals. Kate walked over to the naked girl and nonchalantly took hold of both of her nipples between her finger and thumbs. "Well Susanne my dear girl, what do you think of out little Easter eggs?" The naked girl panted her reply between gasping for breath. Her firm breasts heaving up and down as she jerked her hips uncontrollably "Please miss Kate... no more I can't stand it any longer." Kate smoothed her hands over the girl's breasts before running them down across her abdomen and over the flat stomach to the lush prominent mound of her naked pubis. She cupped her hand and gripped the girl between the legs, taking care not to disturb the fine electric cable that emerged from between the thick puffy lips of her labia.

A second cable emerged from the pink rosebud of her bottom hole, both cables being attached to a grey box that had been placed on the floor at the side of the chair. Roslyn was already bent down on one knee at the side of the box and at a signal from Kate she turned two of the dials. Immediately the girl gasped forcefully and her hips rose off the seat of the chair in a frenzied attempt to escape the electric jolt of the egg shaped devices that had been placed inside her vagina and her anus. "I think our girl is ready for us now, don't you Roslyn." Roslyn smiled as she stood up and placed her hands on the girl's nipples. "I will let you do the honours Kate." She said as she ran the palm of her hands over the erect nipples of the helpless girl. "Come on honey, let's see you cum for me." Roslyn bent low and kissed the girl on her lips, robbing her of breath as Kate carefully parted the neat plump labial lips and teased the clitoris free from the prepuce. Her fingers spread like scissors holding the flesh back to expose the clitoris fully. She rested her other hand on the girl's plump pubis and deliberately ran her fingernail over the engorged nub of erectile flesh which she had just exposed. Susanne raised her hips in a violent jerk as Kate, almost cruelly teased the prominent clitoris, now rubbing over the sensitive surface with her fingertip. Roslyn watched the girl's face; she was beginning to toss her head from side to side in abandonment as the girls expertly teased and manipulated her body towards an impending orgasm. The deep and penetrating throb of the large egg shaped electrodes allowed her no respite from her sexual torment. "Poor baby, going to have a nice big cum now are we?" Roslyn's sardonic tone further increased the young girl's feeling of vulnerability, knowing with certainty that she would be made to climax while they watched her every movement. Kate took one hand away from the girl's vagina for a split second and smacked her firmly across her exposed bottom. Immediately she returned her hand and quickened her stimulation of the young girl's erect clitoris. Roslyn felt a thrill of excitement as the captive girl approached her climax.

Suddenly her whole body stiffened, her back arched in an uncontrollable spasm and her breasts shuddered as she tensed into a rigid form. Kate's fingers were a flurry of activity, rubbing quickly but lightly over the girl's most sensitive organ. Roslyn did not betray the excitement she felt as she looked down at the beautiful distraught young girl laying prostate and spread-eagled before her. Deliberately she pinched both nipples hard and held them firmly. The girl appeared to be in seizure as she climaxed, her body held rigid in incredible ecstasy. Her hips were thrust upwards, immobile apart from the incredible quivering of her straining muscles. Her mouth was wide open and every sinew of her body straining as her orgasm was held mercilessly by the two girls with the help of the steady throbbing electrodes within her vagina and anus. Suddenly she screamed. "Argggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" a prolonged wail as wave after wave of sensation coursed through her body. Kate thoughtfully put her foot over the footswitch of the grey box as the girl suddenly collapsed back on to the examination chair. Her breath expelled noisily from between her lips as her muscles went slack Her head rolled to the side and her face and body drained of any vestige of expression or strength. Kate stopped the pulse of the electrodes and gently cupped her hand over the girl's plump pubis, squeezing firmly, but being careful not to stimulate the girl further. Gently both Kate and Roslyn stroked their hands gently over the young girl's body, a gentle and tender caress before taking their hands away. Kate lowered the stirrups to a comfortable position for her legs and Roslyn undid the cuffs that encircled her wrists. "You rest there, sweetie and we'll come and see to you a little later on." Roslyn turned to her friend and quickly slipped her hand down the front of Kate's bikini bottom. "I guess you did enjoy that dear Kate." She laughed as she squeezed the rounded hillock of plump flesh., feeling the moist lips of her vagina. "Looks like a wet afternoon in spite of the sunshine." She laughed as she slipped her hand out of the bikini bottom and from in-between Kate's thighs.

The girls walked back out onto the deck and into the sunshine. A welcome cooling breeze tempered the warmth of the day. The ship had anchored during the night to wait its turn to enter the Suez Canal, before continuing its voyage into the red sea and beyond through the Arabian Sea.. Their voyage would take them through the northern part of the Indian Ocean and past Sri Lanka. Heading east, they would pass the Bay of Bengal and the northern tip of Sumatra, before heading south through the Strait of Malacca to Malaysia. In the distance the girls could see the shores of Dumyat, their vision of the shoreline distorted by the refraction of heat from the desert sands. Kate looked around the luxuriously appointed deck. Some of the girls were sunbathing; their beautiful bodies splayed provocatively as they enjoyed the warmth of the sun's rays. Others were sat around the bar area sipping ice cold drinks from thermos glasses. Occasionally their eyes would turn towards the boy. His upturned bottom displayed as if in invitation to punish or torment. Peter had been lying quietly for about twenty minutes, during that time he had been acutely aware of his nakedness and the close proximity of the girls. He could not help flinching each time a girl walked past him, or blushing at the thought of the humiliation he had endured at their hands. He felt a hand gently stroke over his bottom, shivering as delicate fingers trailed down between his legs.

"Open your eyes Peter, are you awake?" Peter opened his eyes to see a young girl bending over him, her face only inches from his own. She was fully dressed in a white silken shirt and matching white cotton skirt. She was small and slender, her pretty face, wearing thin-rimmed spectacles made her look even younger than her eighteen year. Peter blushed as the girl looked in to his eyes; her words making his stomach churn in acute fear and embarrassment. Behind her stood a taller blonde girl, dressed in the same whites and carrying a leather tawse. She moved around to the other side of the bed, out of Peter's sight, and knelt down beside the bed. The first girl looked at Peter, her pretty blue eyes looking directly into his as she spoke. "My name is Jill and it is my turn to spank you now. So if you will get up on to you hands and knees, I will take the cushions away and you can have your bottom smacked kneeling just where you are. Up you get then, there's a good boy." Peter blushed profusely, looking at the young girl and yet not believing that someone so young and innocent looking could actually mean to smack his bottom.

He groaned in anguish and embarrassment as he raised himself from the sun-bed until he was on his hands and knees. He felt utterly embarrassed as he watched the girl carefully slide the cushions out from underneath him. He blushed again as the soft fabric of the cushions rubbed against the tip of his penis causing him to jerk his hips and try and raise his bottom even higher. The girl's studious expression belied the enjoyment she was feeling as she took the cushions away, noting that the boy's penis was already semi-erect. "If you will give me the tawse Lisa, I will smack him first, while you hold his penis and testicles out of the way." Peter felt his stomach churn in utter dread and trepidation as he heard her words. He felt the soft skin of the Lisa's forearm brush against his bottom as she handed the tawse to Jill, who was kneeling in front of him. He watched in horror as she nonchalantly took it in her right hand and proceeded to swish it through the air. Behind him, Lisa leaned forward and reached her hands out underneath his hips. She watched as the boy almost jumped out of his skin as he felt her delicate fingers encircle his scrotum and then other hand grip his penis firmly.

She felt a thrill run through her body as she deftly slid his foreskin right back, exposing the glans fully, much to his obvious dismay. Jill stood up and walked around to the rear of the boy. His knees were spread wide a apart and she could see Lisa's hands busily kneading his testicles and manipulating his foreskin up and down the shaft of his penis. She raised the tawse and without warning him, brought the thick leather down hard across the very centre of his naked buttocks. Jill could not have described the utter sensuality of the emotion she felt as she watched the tawse impact the soft flesh of his bottom and heard the sound of the hard `slap' as the leather met his flesh. "Arrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhh" Peter groaned in anguish and pain as the leather bit into his buttocks. He could not believe that so slender a girl could have beaten him so hard. He clenched and unclenched his bottom cheeks trying to rid himself of the pain unaware that a second stroke was already on its way. "Slaaaaaaaaaapppp" The leather again enveloped the tender flesh of his bottom. Jill shivered with excitement as she watched the boy buck and writhe with the pain and indignity of the second stroke of the tawse. Lisa busied her fingers, moving her hand quickly up and down the shaft of his penis, her other hand gently kneading and hefting his testicles until she felt the penis begin to harden into a full erection.

"Poor baby" She whispered softly to him. "Fancy having to have your poor bottom smacked so hard." She squeezed his testicles firmly and pulled them forward as she caught sight of Jill raising the tawse high in the air. "Relax your bottom, there's a good boy and let the strap do its work." Peter shivered with humiliation and pain as Lisa slipped his foreskin down the shaft of his penis and held it tight as once again the tawse bit into the soft flesh of his bottom. "Slaaaaaaaaaaaaappppp" The tawse bit right into his bottom, the two tails curling under the overhang of flesh between buttock and thigh. "There's a good boy" Lisa whispered, her excitement almost palpable as she gently drew his foreskin up over the glans her fingers grazing against the sensitive tip as she once again held his testicles firmly. Jill was too excited to hesitate and savour the moment she raised the tawse high and with all her strength brought the instrument of punishment hard against the juncture of his thighs. "Arggggghhhhh" His scream of anguish was music to her ears as she watched him buck and writhe in pain and utter degradation. She stood for a moment clutching her breast, aware that the other girls were watching the naked boy as he tried to deal with the pain. She could see that he was sobbing with distress, his shoulders moving up and down and his body shivering with emotion.

Jill knelt down by his side and gently stroked his cheek. "There Peter, I'm sorry I have had to smack your bottom, but that's what naughty bottoms are for. You can thank me for spanking you and then I'll hold your penis and testicles out of the way so that Lisa doesn't catch them with the tawse." Peter looked at the young girl through his tears; her expression was so demure that he could hardly equate what she was saying to him. "I am so sorry miss, I'm er.. so sorry." Peter could hardly speak as he looked at the young girl, who had so cruelly spanked his bottom. "Please forgive me miss" Jill looked at him coolly. "Then thank me for punishing you." Peter could not believe how utterly humiliated he felt as he tried to form his words. "Thank you miss... er thank you for punishing me." He sobbed the words, blushing a deep crimson as Jill gently laid her hand against his cheek. She watched the boy continue sobbing as she walked around the bed, noticing the bright red welts clearly delineated against his pale skin. She moved around to the other side of the sun bed, handing Lisa the tawse as they passed by each other. She knelt down on the deck and reached under the boy's chin, making him turn his head towards her. "Now Peter I want you to look at me without turning your head away while you are being punished. Lisa is going to give you another four strokes of the tawse on your bottom, and I am going to hold you like this." Peter groaned as Jill deliberately increased his humiliation by making the boy look at her as she slid her hand under his chest and smoothed her fingers down under his tummy before grasping his penis firmly. She heard him gasp as her fingers encircled his penis only to moan more loudly as she cupped his testicles in her other hand and squeezed them firmly. "Now be a good boy and take your medicine." She said; as she deliberately slipped the skin of his foreskin down the engorged flesh of his penis before bringing back up, squeezing hard as the skin slipped over the glans. Peter was quivering from head to foot as Jill held him firmly. He did not hear the first swish of the tawse as it travelled through the air and found it's mark across the centre of his bottom. He quivered and shook as Lisa lashed his bottom four times, her strokes equally as hard as that of her companion. He screamed with anguish as the tawse came down across his buttocks, leaving him no respite.

"Arrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh. He screamed as his already tender bottom received stroke after stroke. Lisa had equally spaced the tawse, marking him from the top of his buttocks down to the crease at the juncture of his thighs. Jill was in heaven as she watched the pain and anguish upon his face increase as he received each stroke, unable to hide his pain, humiliation and abject dismay. His penis throbbed mightily beneath her fingers as she deftly brought him to the very edge of a climax. She was careful to not to go to far; holding him firmly for the last stroke and then squeezing his testicles at the same time as her fingers pressed hard against the perineum. Jill took her hands away from his genitals; she could see that a droplet of clear liquid had already formed at the tip of his penis. Peter gasped and shook, tears rolled down his cheeks and dropped on to the bed below. His arms felt weary from the prolonged `hands and knees' position, which he had been required to hold throughout the eight strokes of the tawse; the results of which were now clearly emblazoned across his tender bottom cheeks. Peter was left him no respite; several of the girls, on Kate's instructions came across to the bed and helped turn him over. They watched his anguished face as they laid him with his tender buttocks overhanging the edge of the bed; unceremoniously hoisting his legs in the air while two of the girls took his legs and held them wide apart.

They held them back and above his chest, lifting his buttocks high off the bed. Peter watched in horror as Kate stood between his legs a thin rattan cane in her hand as she looked down at him. He was aware that his penis was standing upwards, the exposed tip, pointing straight in the air and that his testicles were hanging down between his widely splayed thighs. The girls had gathered around him and wherever Peter looked, all he could see were the beautiful bodies and faces the girls, looking down and examining every inch of his body. A shiver ran through his body as Kate held the cane between two hands and spoke to him. Her tall statuesque body seemed even taller as he looked up from his spread-eagled position on the bed. "Well Peter just four strokes to go. You are not to close your eyes, do you understand me. Peter nodded, unable to speak through his shame and tears. He felt his head being lifted and held as one of the girls, who was completely naked, slid across the bed above his head and straddled the soft mattress. She took his head and rested it against her tummy so that Peter could do nothing but look at Kate as she stood back and raised the cane above her head. Suddenly he felt several hands grasp his testicles and penis, soft fingers holding his most intimate parts. He felt his foreskin being forced back down the shaft of his penis and his testicles pulled up away from his buttocks. Cleverly the girls manipulated his testicles and penis causing him to gasp with sensation. . "I am afraid this is going to hurt you Peter, but it is for your own good." Kate's voice was soft and controlled, in stark contrast to the swift stroke of the cane, which bit into the tender flesh of his bottom. "Arggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Peter raised his hips in agony as the pain seared through his body. He had never known such torment; his body shivered and shook, vainly trying to ease the snakebite sting of the slim rattan cane.

"Swiiissssssssssssssh....craaaaaaaaaaaacccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk. The cane bit into his flesh once more, his buttocks shivering and quaking with the intensity of the unrelenting pain. Such was his anguish that the girls let go of his genitals, watching as his penis, although erect and engorged, still managed to slap from side to side against his hips. His head was thrown back against the soft flesh of the naked girl as his mouth opened wide and he gasped for air. The girls took their cue from Kate, taking hold of his penis and testicles once more and holding them away from his buttocks as Kate quickly raised the cane. "craaaaaccccccccckkkkkkkkkkk." The cane bit into his flesh again. The soft skin immediately reddening as the cane impacted. "arrrrggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh." Peter screamed. His voice pitched high into a wail as the pain coursed through every nerve ending.

His body shook and shivered, his genitals, once more freed by the girls, slapped wildly against his hips and tummy. Kate's voice was calm and controlled as she thrilled at the site of the naked boy laid prostrated before her. "Poor baby, fancy having to have such a hard smack-bottom. Never mind it will soon be over. Try and keep your bottom still for the last stroke there's a good boy." Kate knew full well that Peter would not be able to keep his bottom still; her words were merely intended to inflame and embarrass his senses. His anguished face was a testimony to her success as she nodded to the girls, watching them quickly take a firm hold of his penis and testicles, as once more she raised the cane and brought it down in a graceful arc, watching the rattan bite into his flesh. "Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Peter's body stiffened as if he had been electrocuted. His head was thrown back and his scream was hideously high pitched as he fought the pain. "arggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Beside himself with pain he shivered and shook, his head lashing from side to side as the unrelenting pain seemed to build to an even higher intensity. The girls held his genitals firmly this time their fingers expertly milking him as he writhed and shivered. He became aware that his testicles were being squeezed and that his foreskin was being manipulated up and down as his body quivered and shook in anguish.

"There poor baby, did I hurt your little bottom." Kate's words humiliated him as he once more became aware of his shameful and exposed nakedness in front of the young female officers. He was in a daze as they lifted him from the sun bed; only vaguely aware of the silk scarves being tied to his wrists, and the stretching of his arms as they fastened his hands high above his head to the chromium plated overhead stanchion. He offered no resistance as his feet were spread apart and fastened with soft silk to the cleats set into the deck. He felt a glass being fed to his lips and water fill his mouth as they bade him drink. The girls watched him carefully as he stood beneath the stanchion, his legs spread wide and his arms stretched above him. He had opened his eyes and Kate could see that his pupils were now properly focussed. She looked down at him with a kindly expression as she raised the glass to his lips once more. Peter drank greedily before Kate lowered the glass and put it down on the table beside her. She smoothed her hand across his face and then down his chest. Peter became acutely aware that her firm jutting breasts were only inches from his face as he looked up at her. "Right Peter this will be the last part of your punishment from us today. You have been a naughty little boy and have shown no respect for our privacy. So now we are all going to watch you, while you have your privacy violated." Peter looked aghast as Kate spoke to him. He could see the girls had formed a semi-circle around him and was well aware that his naked body was freely on display to everyone. "Now Peter, we are going to make this penis of yours stiff again." Peter shivered as she emphasised the word "penis" by taking hold of the base of his now flaccid member and slapping it from side to side against his hips. "Jill and Lisa are sitting behind you. Jill is just going to pop something into your bottom. And then she will milk your penis until you ejaculate in front of everyone." Peter tried to turn his head to look, but could not see either Jill or Lisa, who were sat on small stools behind his widely, spread legs. A small table had been placed to one side, on top of which were a variety of instruments and a full range of anal electrodes. The table also held a large assortment of jars, tubes of electrode lubricants, towels, a bowl of hot water and a bucket full of ice. Peter was so embarrassed at Kate's announcement that he blushed profusely, the blood rushing to his cheeks until they were coloured a deep crimson.

"You will keep your eyes open and face the girls while Jill is milking you. Do you understand me?" Peter was shivering with embarrassment, he tried to drop his head, but Kate held him under the chin and made him look up at her. "One more attempt to look away and I will ask Ami to put her shocker to the end of your penis and press the trigger, have you got that young man?" Peter blushed up again, his head spinning as Kate held his face close to hers and looked him straight in the eye, her beauty overwhelming him and her words embarrassing him so much that he could hardly breathe. He jerked his hips in shock as he suddenly felt his buttocks being stretched wide apart. He heard Lisa's voice admonish him. "Keep still or I will hold you by the testicles - to keep you still! Do you understand me?" Peter could barely mumble his affirmation as his buttocks were stretched wider and a lubricated finger started to probe the puckered flesh at the entrance to his anus. His buttocks seemed to be on fire as Lisa stretched the mounds of flesh apart. She watched intently as Jill, probed with her slim finger until the sphincter dilated enough for her to slip her finger inside him. "Arrgghh" Peter could not help but groan as Jill expertly slid her slender finger all the way in and began to probe and prod the sensitive mound of the boy's prostate gland. "Argghhh" Peter groaned and shivered again as her fingertip rubbed against the sensitive gland. "Smaaaaaaccck" Jill delivered a sharp slap to his buttocks while at the same time pushing hard against the sphincter with a second finger. Expertly she manoeuvred her hand until she had two fingers firmly inserted up into his bottom. "Relax your bottom now, don't be a naughty boy, I would have thought your bottom was sore enough as it is without me having to smack you again."

"Arrrggggggggh" Peter moaned as she lubricated his anal passage, pressing this way and that, curling her fingers and then widening them in a scissor motion deep inside him. She lubricated his anus diligently, pushing in and out of him, incessantly stretching the virgin orifice, until she felt that she had him loose enough to insert the egg-shaped electrode. Kate watched the boy begin to shiver with sensation. She looked down at his genitals, seeing the telltale throb of his penis as it began to engorge. He tried to turn his head as he heard Jill speak to him. She had pulled the stool, she was sitting on, closer to him and he could feel her breath against his buttocks. Looking across to the low table next to her she examined the array of electrodes. One was a large egg shaped device with broad conductors moulded into it. It had a slim metal extension at the thicker end, which ended in a flat handle showing in diagram form, the orientation of the electrode, thus enabling the user to pinpoint exactly the location of the electrical current emission. Jill was quite expert in using the device and knew the exact effect it would have on the young boy. "Just relax and breathe deeply, there's a good boy." Peter attempted to do both, aware that his penis was beginning to erect as Jill's delicate fingers explored inside him. Suddenly he felt her slip her fingers from his bottom and press something large between his buttocks. He jerked his hips forward attempting to escape the object that was invading the sensitive anal opening of his bottom. Kate quickly reached down and took hold of his penis in both hands. She slipped the foreskin back and ran the palm of her hand over the sensitive opening of the urethra. As Peter pressed his hips back to escape the acute sensation to his penis, he felt the egg shaped object being pushed firmly upwards into the tender opening of his anus. He gasped unable to believe that he could accommodate anything so large within his bottom. Jill expertly introduced the narrowest part of the device through the opening, carefully increasing the pressure as she watched the sphincter dilate. Inexorably the bulbous egg slid slowly up inside him, stretching him so unexpectedly that he involuntarily bent his knees outwards in an obscene gesture as the widest part of the device was pushed upwards through the sphincter into his anus. Jill watched the ring of muscle contract over the shiny metal of the electrode, accelerating it up into his bottom. She gently patted the cheeks of his bottom as the device disappeared inside him. Nonchalantly she wiped the lubricant from her fingers with a towel before taking the cable that was attached to the egg and plugging it into the control unit. She observed that the electrodes were located horizontally, knowing full well that the sensation would be too much for him to bear if she were to immediately locate the electrode against his prostate gland. Gracefully she got up from her stool and stood beside Peter. She placed her hand gently on to the flat of his stomach, feeling him tremble as she ran her hand upwards, delicately caressing his skin before taking his right nipple between her finger and thumb. Peter looked at her; acutely aware of the contrast between her neatly pressed white uniform and his own humiliating nakedness. Her demure beauty overwhelmed him, causing him to drop his gaze to his feet.

"Look at me Peter, I want to talk to you." Peter forced himself to look into her pretty face once more. He could not help blushing with shame as she took her hand from his nipple and gently held his cheek so that he was unable to look away. "Now Peter, I am going to turn on the machine, don't fight it... it won't help you. I know this is shameful for you, but it is a salutary lesson that you must learn." Peter looked at her, his lips trembling with embarrassment and humiliation as she daintily bent her knees and reached for a switch on the control box, which she had placed next to his foot. She delicately smoothed her hand against the sensitive skin on the inside of his thigh, as if to steady herself, before adjusting the controls. Suddenly, without warning Peter felt a jolt between his legs. It was not a hard shock like the cattle prod device that the guard had used earlier, but an acute tightening of the muscles within his groin. His buttocks and thighs jerked involuntarily as the device pulsed inside him, he was acutely aware of the spasm inside his penis and testicles, causing his scrotum to tighten and lift up and his penis to visibly throb. He gasped as a second jolt followed the first and then another and another. Jill adjusted the rotary control until the spasms where two seconds apart. She stood up and moved back a few paces so that she could look at him, noting his anguish and fear as the device steadily stimulated the muscles of his lower body. She could see his penis was throbbing and moving each time the machine emitted a jolt of electricity deep within his bottom. His head was thrown back and he was gasping for breath as she coolly appraised him.

"Now Peter just let it happen, there's a good boy, there is nothing you can do to stop it." She moved forward and gently cupped his testicles in one hand and his penis in the other. Now Peter I am going to make you ejaculate. Lisa sat down on the stool that Jill had been occupying and gently placed one hand on his bottom, stretching the buttock cheek outwards as she deftly pushed the slender stem that was attached to the egg. She could feel his body react violently to the constant pulses that were stimulating his body. She watched carefully noting his reactions as she alternated the position of the device; first pushing it forward and then pulling it back so that it pressed against the sphincter muscles. She slid her other hand between his legs, pressing against the perineum before feeling Jill's delicate fingers, which were cupping the boy's testicles. Carefully she took over from Jill, nesting the swollen testes in her own hand as Jill placed both her hands upon the boy's penis. Lisa watched her friend carefully, waiting for the nod that would tell her to reorient the device so that the broad electrode would be pressed firmly against his prostate. Peter was in pure in pure anguish, the sensations now so acute that he was unable to control any part of his body. Worse for him was the absolute embarrassment and degradation that he felt in having his innermost and most private emotions laid bare to the audience of girls. He could not contain the shame and humiliation he was feeling as Kate and Lisa casually toyed with his penis and testicles.

Two things happened simultaneously... Jill suddenly squeezed the tip of his penis between her two fingers and used her other hand to encircle the shaft, pulling his foreskin back until it was stretched tight, exposing him fully to the interested gaze of the girls. Lisa took her cue from Jill and turned the egg shaped electrode upwards; the effect was startling. He through his head back, his eyes wide open with shock as he stood up on tiptoe; his mouth sagged open as he gasped for air. He tied to spread his knees, thrusting his hips forward as the electrode pulsed directly against his prostate. Lisa squeezed his testicles as Jill nonchalantly pulled the foreskin of his penis back, once more exposing him to the gaze of the girls, who were watching his torment with amusement. "Well my little peeping Tom, you have been a naughty boy haven't you. What a lewd display you are making of yourself in front of the girls.... aren't you ashamed of yourself?" She rapidly milked his penis, her delicate fingers expertly exciting him to fever pitch. She looked into his face, noting his distress as his body tensed into a tight rigid posture. "Well girls, I think our rude little boy is going to ejaculate in front of you all. Doesn't he look a silly little boy!" "Argggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he wailed as his body was stimulated so profoundly that goose pimples appeared all over his flesh. His torment was completed as Jill nonchalantly milked his penis in a series of rapid movements until he ejaculated violently, his semen shooting from the tip of his penis to spill upon the polished flooring of the deck. "Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." His anguish was voiced in a high pitched cry of distress as the girls methodically and casually held him in the throes of a violent orgasm. "Argggggggggggggggggg........ooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH." His body seemed to be stretched like a high tension wire as the girls held him in the throes of torment. Shivering and shaking he seemed to be unable to stop ejaculating. His penis throbbing in spasm's even after the last vestiges of semen had been wrung from his body. Lisa did not bother to switch off the electrode as she abruptly pulled it from his bottom; the large egg stretching his sphincter wide open, still pulsing against the sensitive flesh as it left his body. "Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Peter was in absolute turmoil, his eyes still wide open in shock, he could see the amused expression of the beautiful young officers as they casually watched his humiliation. Lisa deftly squeezed his testicles as Jill slowed her hand, before letting go of his penis and gently stroking her hand over his tummy and chest, her delicate fingers caressing him almost lovingly. "Well Peter, don't you feel utterly ashamed of yourself mmm? Has that taught you that it does not pay to be a naughty little boy, well Peter has it?" Tears rolled down the young boy's cheeks as the girls watched him shiver and shake with emotion. He managed to stammer a reply as Kate moved forward and gently stroked her hands over his body. "Oh miss... er I am so... er so sorry." his voice thick with emotion as he looked at her. Although his face was bright red, Jill thought she saw a further blush of red appear on his young cheeks. His body was still trembling as several of the girls helped untie him and carefully help him walk to one of the reclining chairs. They laid him down, full length upon the soft surface. Their hands stroked and caressed him as he shook and sobbed with emotion. It was Kate who sat on the bed beside him, she leaned over and gently kissed his trembling lips.

Peter could not believe the tenderness and compassion she showed him as she leaned close to him and whispered in his ear as her breasts pressed against his chest. "My poor darling boy, what a misery you must have felt... never mind my baby it will soon be over." Her gentle tone and caring words caused Peter to burst into tears; he could not help himself as he helplessly cried, his face contorted with emotion, "There my poor baby... you just lie there for a while." Kate leaned forward and kissed his trembling lips. She sat with him for a while until he had stopped crying, watching as he clamed himself. She stood up and gestured to Jill and Lisa, who were waiting with a bowl and cloths at the end of the bed. Without hesitation the girls took hold of the boy's legs and parted them until his knees were laid wide apart. Lisa casually took hold of his penis and lifted it upwards as Jill nonchalantly wiped her wash cloth between the checks of his bottom. Peter gasped, his eyes wide open with embarrassment, as the two girls proceeded to wash his genitals, their fingers casually flipping his penis this way and that as they washed him thoroughly. Kate could see that his penis was already becoming stiff as the girls towelled him dry, almost lifting his bottom off the surface of the bed as they bent his legs right back against his chest. Peter could only groan in anguish as they handled him as if he was a baby. "arrgghh.... ooooOOOh." They seemed to take no notice of his anguished cries a they pulled his foreskin back and casually wiped around the sensitive rim of the exposed glans. They put down their cloths and took hold of his arms, standing him up.

Peter shuddered and blushed as he realised that his penis was now completely erect and pointing straight out from the juncture of his thighs. It was the American girl Roslyn that added to his shame as she moved forward to stand in front of him. "Well Honeybunch, I see little Sunny Jim here, is still as perky as ever. Hands on top of your head now!" Her words were accompanied by her slender fingers encircling his erect penis. Casually she pushed the foreskin back as she spoke once more. "Lets skin the rabbit shall we, and see what you are made of." Peter blushed profusely at her words and actions, trembling with acute embarrassment as he heard some of the girls laugh at Roslyn's remarks. "My you sure are a shy little peeping Tom, perhaps we ought to just see how much is left in these little balls of yours." She cupped the fingers of her free hand and waited while the boy looked down before she brought her hand up between his thighs and cupped his testicles in her hand. She felt his penis throb immediately as she squeezed the captive orbs. Peter shuddered as she began to milk his penis in a rapid motion until his legs began to tremble, his mouth wide open gasping for breath as she toyed with him. "Ok honey, don't get in a state, I guess you have enough embarrassment still to go through before the day is out." She let go of him, patting her fingers against the rigid flesh of his penis before she stood back and looked at him. Peter shuddered, not just at her casual handling of his most intimate parts, but also at the notion that he was to endure further embarrassment before the end of his duty.

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