The Pre-Date Procedure

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The Pre-Date Procedure

By Jane Marwood

The early American stone mansion stood majestically in its forty acres of carefully manicured lawns and gardens. The wide cobbled driveway that curved in a wide arc towards the stone portico of the ornate front entrance was completely clear of the usual assortment of limousines and sports cars, which normally made up the transportation needs of the wealthy Woodridge family.

Incongruously, towards the side of the mansion where the white wood and glass orangery stood against the west wall, there was parked a large pantechnicon trailer. Both sides of the trailer had been extended and were standing on their pneumatically operated supports. Although vast in size, the luxury gloss paintwork of subdued grey, lent the trailer an air of quality and subtlety. There was no lettering or signage of any kind upon the bodywork and, apart from the lack of windows or visible openings, it could have been mistaken for a luxury motor home.

Although it was only five thirty in the afternoon, the lights from the tall Georgian windows of the mansion already cast a warm glow upon the driveway as the sun began to set behind the private woodlands of the estate.

Inside the beautifully appointed house, standing beside the glowing Adam fireplace, Victoria Woodridge smiled at her young daughter. Victoria was a beautiful and elegant woman and it was plain to see that her daughter had inherited all of the family's refined physical traits. However, Victoria was well aware that her daughter's good looks were not the only quality that Jocelyn had inherited from her.

I suppose, she thought to herself, keeping secrets can make life difficult... and that begs the question... would I rather be able to share my life with my daughter, openly and honestly – or would I have preferred that she had grown up without any of the sexual predilections that I seemed to have passed on to her.

Victoria dismissed the thoughts from her mind. She knew the futility of worrying about something that one could do nothing about. She leaned her slender body against the stone fireplace, feeling very comfortable within herself. She was impeccably dressed in a black Chanel suit and white blouse. The sheer silk blouse was set off stylishly with a delicate black broach at the neck. Many centuries of good breeding were evident in her articulate and beautiful features. The intelligent blue-green eyes looked upon her daughter with pride.

Jocelyn was fresh from her bath; her firm slender body was wrapped luxuriously in a brilliant white toweling robe. She wriggled sensuously, the nipples of her young breasts pressing sexily against the softness of the material as she tightened the belt around her tiny waist. Victoria noticed the small frisson of expectation that Jocelyn displayed and accepted it as easily as she had dismissed her earlier doubts.

"Well dear daughter of mine, you almost manage to conceal your excitement." Vicky looked at her youngest daughter with great affection. "I wish your dear father was still alive to see how beautifully you have grown up and how wonderful you look on your eighteenth birthday sweetheart."

Indeed Jocelyn's mother was not exaggerating when she described her daughter as being beautiful. There was not an adequate superlative that could do justice to the young girl. Her face was exquisitely featured with a small nose, wonderfully deep and almost translucent green eyes and a small, delicately formed, mouth that revealed her sparkling white teeth as she looked up and smiled at her mother. Her blonde hair was loose and nestled on the beautiful curve of her slender shoulders as she moved her pretty head.

Jocelyn's well-modulated voice was particularly soft and tender as she answered her mother. "I know mother, but I am so looking forward to this evening that I couldn't bear a sad thought to enter my head. Just to think, I am going to the ball with the best looking boy in college. But of course you know that I'm looking forward to the preliminaries and post assessment even more. I just can't wait for the evening to start. Are you sure that he knows nothing of what is in store for him?"

Vicky smiled again at her daughter, seeing the excitement in her eyes as Jocelyn pulled the fluffy white toweling robe around her slender body and shivered in anticipation.

"I hope you know me better than that sweetheart. Have I ever organized anything that did not run perfectly?" Jocelyn giggled at her mother. She knew that her mother's organizational skills were beyond reproach. She just couldn't help talking about the coming event; such was her excitement and anticipation.

"No," her mother continued, "I can guarantee that the Pre-Dating Procedural Service never give any information to their young charges. Under the new laws, they almost have carte blanche to do as they please... or I should say... as we please, being their paymasters. And do bear in mind, we are using the new and very discrete premium service, which even the insurance companies cannot afford to offer. So I doubt any of the local parents would know of it, or could ever dream of paying for this quality of service. The fees are quite beyond them.

The PDPS assured me that I was the very first in the area to use them and I can affirm to you, my sweet lovely daughter... that your young beau will not have the slightest inkling as to what he is in for. His mother signed the standard disclaimer over three weeks ago when I invited her here for afternoon tea. I am fairly sure that she did not read one word of the contract, as she was much too much in awe of the house and her surroundings to take note of exactly what she was signing. Mind you, the forms are so ambiguous that it would have been impossible for her to realize their import in such a short time. I think she just thought how lucky her son was to be dating the daughter of such a wealthy family. I suppose we have been wealthy for so long that we forget how impressed some people can be by money. I think that when I said that we were inviting her son to stay here for the weekend that she was so pleased that all she could do was keep thanking me."

Vicky almost chuckled as she remembered reading the forms that they gave to the parents of prospective suitors. "The terminology is so obscure that even a lawyer would need several read-through's before understanding the gist of it! When he arrives he will have no idea of what will be happening to him and if he is as beautiful as you say he is, then you are in for a delicious and wicked night young lady."

Jocelyn could not help shivering with delight. Beneath the luxurious texture of her soft robe, her naked body seemed to tingle all over.

Vicky noticed the sexual shiver of delight and smiled at her daughter once more as she added. "The new laws are absolutely watertight. If a boy wants any social interaction with a girl these days, he must conform whether he likes it or not."

The entrance of a young woman to the drawing room suddenly interrupted Victoria's narration. The new arrival was dressed in the nursing uniform of the PDPS . She moved gracefully into the room even though she was carrying several white cotton uniforms held up by wooden clothes hangers; all of the tunics were very similar to the one that she was wearing. She seemed quite at ease in the Woodridge home as she came to stand in front of young girl. She smiled at Victoria and quickly addressed Jocelyn before Victoria could effect an introduction.

"Hello Jocelyn, I'm Samantha. I might have known what a beautiful girl you would be. You obviously have inherited your mother's exquisite beauty. Are you comfortable undressing in front of me? I would like you to look your best... and of course at the same time, have your young suitor completely within your thrall." She smiled wickedly at both Jocelyn and Victoria as she continued.

"I always think a uniform stamps one's authority very quickly - and of course there is nothing quite so foreboding as a pretty nurse in uniform to intimidate young boys, especially a nurse who is firm and strict."

Samantha raised her eyebrows and looked at the young girl's mother with mock admiration as Jocelyn, quite nonchalantly, slipped off her robe and stood naked in front of the young nurse. For all her experience, Samantha was still quite surprised at the confident way Jocelyn exposed herself. Samantha looked at the perfect figure of the young girl, drawing in her breath, as Jocelyn stood, quite unabashed in a deliberately comedic pastiche of a fashion model's pose. Without hesitation, Samantha quickly discarded two of the dresses, placing them over the broad arm of one of the large regency style chairs. She smiled at Jocelyn as she held forward the coat hanger from which hung a particularly fine white cotton tunic.

"I brought this one especially, as I had a premonition that you might be slender enough to wear it. It has an extremely tailored waist and yet a full bust line. I hope it fits as well as I think it will."

Samantha could not help looking intently at Jocelyn, openly admiring the lush firm body of the young girl. Her waist seemed impossibly slender and yet her young breasts stood out full and proud from her slim torso. Her hips swelled firmly down to the shapeliest of long supple thighs. Samantha could not disguise her prurient interest as she stared at the plump mound of Jocelyn's pubis, which was shaved bare apart from a diminutive patch of absolutely straight blonde hair above the plump peachy slices of her labia. Samantha thought it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. "Do you mind if I touch you?" Samantha asked.

She could not help her sudden bold impulse as she helped the young girl slip the dress around her body. She placed her cupped palm against the plush and firm curve of Jocelyn's pubis and ran the pad of her thumb over the soft straight patch of hair. "My, my, Jocelyn, your body is so delicious. You really are physically perfect."

Jocelyn, rather than show concern or offence at the nurses intimate touch, giggled with a delicious chuckle. "I was just admiring myself in the mirror before I came down. I must admit that I am probably in my prime. But it is always nice to have a second opinion. I was not going to wear anything underneath, but the material is so fine that I am sure I can detect a hint of pink flesh through it." She began fastening the buttons and then stood in another pose, with her legs stood astride and a hand upon her hip. "Can you really see through it, or is it my imagination?"

Samantha and Vicky both laughed. Samantha quickly assured her. "Well the wonderful thing is that you can... and then again, you can't! It is so subtle, and yet ... yes there is certainly a hint of flesh beneath the white of the material."

Jocelyn could not hide her delight. "Oh goody, Richard won't know where to look, the poor boy... and he is so shy that I shall tease him mercilessly."

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Earlier that day, three young nurses and two very pretty and rather tall and fit looking, female security guards had arrived at the mansion. The guards had skillfully driven and delivered the huge pantechnicon to exactly align its single doorway with that of the conservatory entranceway.

A second vehicle, a large Mercedes 600 limousine, within which the nurses had arrived, was now, some hours later, occupied by the two female security officers, and on its way to fetch Jocelyn's date for the evening.

Victoria had greeted the small ensemble of women when they arrived. Even with the high cost of the PDPS, she was quite taken with the style and efficiency of the personnel. The Guards had been impressively dressed in Navy-blue tailored short-sleeved shirts and tightly-fitting trousers. Broad leather belts had accented their flat stomachs and firm hips. Their tight jodhpur-style trousers entered shiny black jackboots, just below the knee. The broad leather belts they wore, bore a variety of implements and armaments. Each girl wore a holster housing a .38 calibre pistol. Alongside the gun were leather pouches holding, mace, handcuffs, a short nightstick and a small sophisticated electronic stun gun. The most intriguing item was a small leather paddle, slightly smaller than a table tennis bat, but with a longer handle, which was attached to the belt by Velcro. Along the length of the slender handle was a small sticker, which, if one were close enough to read it, was stated... 'Sanctioned for use on bared buttocks only'. The badges above their left breasts were emblazoned with the legend "PDPS Government Sanctioned Security Officer."

What gave the young guards such an intimidating and aloof appearance were their peaked Gestapo style caps. With their hair drawn back tightly, the firm jaw line of both girls was accented beautifully. Severity and beauty... how intimidating for a young boy to be under their supervision thought Victoria.

Vicky Woodridge had been even more impressed upon meeting the young nurses. All three, she had immediately assessed as being both beautiful and competent. They had all sat together in the drawing room while the security guards attended to the mobile unit. The young nurses had confidently explained their procedures to Victoria in explicit and intriguing detail. Victoria's young maid had served them coffee and sandwiches as they talked.

They had conversed for over two hours while Victoria had sat back in her chair and listened to the nurses. Each, in turn, had talked about the subtleties of their approach to the pre-dating procedures. On occasion Victoria had interjected to clarify a point, but mainly she had been able to merely sit and listen.

She had carefully looked over the three beautiful young women, estimating their ages as being no older than twenty-two or twenty-three years. The two youngest, Patricia and Gillian were both blonde haired. Their slender figures looked superb in the fine white cotton nursing uniforms that they were wearing. The short-sleeved dresses had epaulettes upon the shoulders, each bearing three gold stripes. Their tiny waists were each accentuated by a broad waistband and gold buckle.

Samantha, who had her luscious dark hair tied back in a chignon, was obviously in charge of the operation. Her tunic was similar to the other girls, but she had four gold stripes on her epaulettes. Her name badge proclaimed S. Beauvoir, Nurse Practitioner. Victoria had noticed that all three nurses were displaying a deep cleavage and that their tunics were cut particularly low, allowing the full curve of their breasts to be revealed. The short hemline of each tunic also displayed their bare tanned legs beautifully.

As the conversation came to a close Samantha had beckoned to Victoria. "Let me give you a quick tour of the mobile clinic. It is completely self-contained with its own water, electrical power and drainage tanks. Even with all the equipment we carry, the expanding sides mean we have plenty of room to move around, so you and your daughter will be able to observe everything at close quarters."

Victoria smiled at Samantha. "Jocelyn is still out shopping, so it will be useful for me to look at the facility so that I can explain everything to her, but I am conscious that you have not been shown your rooms yet. The hotels around here are fine, but we have so much room that I would feel absolutely bereft of humanity if you were not here to stay and enjoy our English breakfast tomorrow. Cook loves us to have visitors, where she can garner compliments on her most delicious breakfasts and I must admit that I do love company in the morning... so promise me you will all accept my invitation to stay."

The nurses had then given Victoria a tour of the facility inside the pantechnicon. The security guards had already extended the sides of the vehicle and had powered up the silent generator. As Victoria had entered through the pneumatically operated doorway, she had gasped in awe at the facility. It looked like a complete operating theatre, its equipment, in hygienic white and chrome, gleamed and sparkled under the bright roof-lights.

An even brighter operating theatre light illuminated the centerpiece, which was a technical looking examination bed. The bed was made up of small white plastic padded sections, that, although fitted together as a long flat padded platform, could be raised and lowered or contorted to whatever shape was required. Victoria could clearly see from the LCD control panel the different diagrams illustrating that the bottom half of the bed could be split and divided and that each pad could be individually raised or lowered at will. Samantha smiled as she saw Victoria look at the diagrams on the screen. "That is only page one of about twenty different menus for positioning the table as well as the limb supports which are underneath."

Victoria glanced beneath the bed to see chromium-plated leg-braces and stirrups, which could be raised into position and manipulated electronically to almost any position. Further down the huge mobile clinic, Victoria saw tubes and pipes emanating from cylinders and taps which were set into technical looking stainless steel panels on the walls. There seemed to be gauges and meters everywhere. There was even an open stainless steel toilet and bidet as well as an oddly shaped bath set into the gleaming white tiled floor. There were trays of instruments everywhere. Some were on trolleys, while others were housed in cabinets, which were illuminated internally. One curious thing Victoria noticed was a serious of flat shiny PVC strips that were hanging from a hook near the doorway. The ends of the strips had small squares of white Velcro neatly attached to them. She wondered... could they possibly be restraints!

Although the mobile clinic was generously equipped, Victoria noticed that there was a surprising amount of open space. The two captain's chairs that were fixed within the tiled flooring looked very luxurious and stylish. The white leather upholstery glistened with newness under the bright lights of the surgical style lamps. In front of the two Captain's chairs was a large clear open space of flooring.

Samantha explained the various functions of the equipment inside the mobile clinic. Occasionally Victoria would nod or ask a question as they moved around the facility. "Of course it is pretty much universal - and is used for a wide variety of functions - from insurance medicals, breast, cervix and prostate screening right through to the PDPS service. Although not many families can afford the cost of it for PDPS, it does save an awful lot of time – I mean not having to bring equipment into the home."

Samantha smiled at Victoria as she continued. "The security personnel prepare the clinic and power up as soon as we arrive. They have to unlock the trolleys from their transit mode and generally get things ready for use... they are very good."

Victoria looked intently at Samantha as she spoke. "I presume that you and your staff are only concerned with the PDPS?"

"Yes the nursing staff and the security staff are exclusively employed by the PDPS." Samantha smiled as she answered. She had an inkling of where Victoria was heading, but let her continue.

"I suppose that you require erm... a certain quality of staff for the pre dating service."

Samantha smiled. "Yes, of course you are right and I should explain. There are two main requirements, ancillary of course to already being a competent nurse. The first is dictated by the very nature of what we do, that is to say that we need staff that are attractive... but, how shall I say it, we look for certain other qualities." Samantha gestured towards Patricia and Gillian who were busy preparing some apparatus within the stainless steel bath.

"We look for nurses that also have a certain aptitude. You could say perhaps a dominant one... but if you look at Patricia and Gillian, they certainly don't appear so." Victoria could not have agreed more. The two nurses were pretty to the extreme, but at the same time they had an air of innocence and kindness.

Victoria, could not help smiling as both Gillian and Patricia abandoned their aloof composure and looked mischievously at Samantha as she continued.

"Our department is entirely female and our head of human resources is very adept at choosing our personnel. Of course the department has been very successful politically and the PDPS will be mandatory for all states before too long. So because we are already a large and well-funded department we already attract, shall I say, the right applicants. Those whom we know from experience will not just be suitable, but will enjoy their work."

Victoria could not help laughing gently as she spoke. "I imagine there is a great deal of job satisfaction."

Samantha looked at her seriously. "Yes, there is... I think I know that you, for instance, would be very successful were you in the PDPS."

Victoria looked her in the eyes. "I think we both know that I would rather enjoy that." She paused and touched the backs of her fingers to Samantha's cheek. "My daughter is very much like me. I really would like to ensure her satisfaction too, if you understand me?"

Samantha gave an impish grin. Her pretty face suddenly wreathed in a smile. "You don't have to say another word, I can personally guarantee it... and I do emphasize the word, personally! Now come and let me show you what Patricia and Gillian are doing."

Victoria followed Samantha over to the stainless steel bath. As Victoria looked inside she could see that sides of the bath were covered with large diameter nozzles, rather like one would see in a Jacuzzi. In the centre, there was mounted what looked like a broad, highly polished and beautifully sculptured, metal saddle. It was about the same width as a horse's saddle, but at the front it dipped down to form a triangular dish. The spine of the saddle was quite high and pronounced, and was perforated with small holes along the entire length. As well as holes, the spine also had a two-inch slot etched into the centre.

Samantha began to explain the function of the device. "This is our latest addition – and it is quite intriguing. It is better to see it before the bath is filled, so that you can see how accurately the water is directed. The large nozzles around the bath stimulate every inch of flesh below the waist. Our young recipients are placed upon the saddle so that they are facing towards us with their genitals being supported inside the tray. Because of the width of the saddle and the lack of stirrups, they have no support so that they cannot raise themselves from the seat." She placed her fingers inside the front of the tray and pulled up a metal pipe, which had followed the tray's curvature, as it lay flat. As the pipe was swiveled upwards, it formed an arch. The underside of the pipe was perforated with different sized holes and nozzles.

"It is quite a simple device. Water is pulsed in varying intensities from the holes in the saddle and also from this pipe in the front of the tray. As you can imagine the stimulation we can administer to the anal and genital areas of a young boy will be very intense." Samantha replaced the pipe into its original position as she continued to explain the function

The holes in the saddle stimulate the entire crevice between the buttocks and the perineum. The slot in the centre of the saddle allows water to be jetted directly onto the sphincter and because it is a slot, rather than a hole, we can continuously vary the direction."

Samantha moved her fingers over the spine of the saddle as she continued to explain the various functions. "The jets of water from the pipe in the tray are directed against the penis. As you can see, we can adjust the height of the pipe, so that as the recipient's penis becomes erect, we can make sure that the water is always directed towards it."

Samantha looked at Victoria and smiled. "It is very effective, because the recipient has no way of evading the stimulus. I am quite sure that their wriggling and squirming only intensifies their stimulation."

Victoria ran her fingers over the holes in the spine of the saddle. For a moment her imagination pictured a naked young boy, his legs widely spread over the saddle, writhing in sexual torment.

My god, Victoria had thought to herself, as she had surveyed the clinic one last time before leaving, it will be a wonder if the boy does not faint with fright.

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Richard Lovel stood with his mother in the front room of their small condominium. "Well Richard, it is a shame that I can't see you in your new evening suit before you go out. But the letter from the PDPS did say, that you were to dress loosely and casually - and to take your evening clothes with you in a suit hanger. I have packed your hold-all with the rest of your clothes for the weekend and all your toiletries, so you are all set for your date."

Richard smiled at his mother. He knew that she was proud that he was dating the very beautiful daughter of such a rich and influential family. In fact no one could have been more surprised than him, when, quite out of the blue, Jocelyn Woodridge had approached him over two months ago. She had met him just as he had been leaving the football pitch. Without hesitation, she had walked straight up to him and smilingly laid her hand upon his arm. "Richard, I am looking for a boy to take me to the Autumn Ball. I am choosing you! It is a dress ball and you will be required to wear an evening suit... I want you to look your best. I will take care of all of the other arrangements, including the transport from your house - so all you have to do is be ready at five forty-five on the twenty-forth of next month. Got that?"

Before he could gather his wits, Jocelyn had raised herself upon her tiptoes and had kissed him on the cheek. With a cheeky smile, she had turned and left him to blush in confusion.

The only other contact that he had had with Jocelyn since that time, was when they had met accidentally (or so he thought) as he was coming out of the college science lab. He had blushed immediately as she had smiled at him, again laying her hand upon his arm.

"Have you got your suit?" She had asked him as she looked at his already blushing countenance. "Erm, erm... yes... erm Miss... erm Jocelyn. I got it for my eighteenth birthday present." He had been so embarrassed that he had not been able to meet her gaze. Jocelyn had raised her arm and laid her hand gently upon his cheek, watching his face turn to a deep and profuse red. "Well done sweetie, just be ready when the car comes. By the way, you will be staying at our house for the weekend, so pack a bag."

Such was Richard's confusion, that he had been unable to formulate any other words. He had stood rooted to the spot, as again she had reached up on to her tiptoes and kissed his burning cheek. Richard was in love! Although he realistically thought that he would probably never see her again after their date, he could not help himself. He simply adored her!

Mrs. Lovel had been thrilled when she had received the beautifully handwritten letter, inviting her for tea at the Woodridge home - and some weeks later after her visit, she had been somewhat puzzled at the very official typewritten letter from the Government Licensed PDPS department informing her that in view of the pre-dating appointment, that Richard would be required to be dressed in casual clothing and to bring his evening clothes with him.

"What exactly is this PDPS thing?" Richard asked his mother. None of the other guys seem to know anything about it. I have never heard of anyone turning up for a date in a track suit." His mother looked at him, admiring his tall lithe swimmer's body in the slim fitting tracksuit, as he leaned against her chair.

"I am not sure sweetheart, I think it may be some kind of interview. The state brought it in after all that terrible publicity about date rape and boys getting girls drunk and having their wicked way with them... and all that sort of thing. I think it is just a precaution available to concerned families. I don't think it is anything against any boy personally. But the Woodridge family is so erm... well... High Society really, I suppose. I would imagine that Mrs. Woodridge is very careful with her daughter. I don't suppose the new law would have been brought in unless there was a need for it. I must admit I didn't read it very carefully, but I know that all of the colleges welcomed the new law when it came in, I read about it in the newspapers. Anyway, you still look very handsome in that new tracksuit and I am sure you will look absolutely stunningly handsome in your new evening suit when you dress for the ball. Did you finally grasp how to tie your bow tie?"

Richard smiled at his mother. "Do you know mother, I think you may be turning into a social snob," he said laughingly.

"Well Richard, I just can't believe that Jocelyn Woodridge just asked you, rather than any of those well-off boys at college. You have to admit that you are quite shy... and she must have been able to choose any boy she wanted... so she must really like you."

Richard blushed. "Oh mom, it is just a date... in fact I have only spoken to her once since."

Mrs. Lovel was in fact quite sure that Jocelyn Woodridge would have deliberately chosen Richard. Even though he was her son, she could see that the boy was quite unusually good-looking. His body was quite unique, in fact the perfect specimen of boyhood, lithe and beautifully proportioned with slim hips and long legs. Mrs. Lovel had often laughed at the somewhat prurient remarks of her lady friends when they had admired Richard. Her next-door neighbor, Heather, often embarrassed the young boy by her compliments on his physical appearance.

"Well it might be just a date Richard, but she did invite you for the weekend." Mrs. Lovel glanced through the window and saw the approach of the large Mercedes car. Look Richard, I think that car may be for you. Have you ever seen such a smart Limousine? Now hurry on out there."

*

Richard could not help blushing as his mother had bustled him out of the front door along with his suit and overnight bag as soon as she had seen the two uniformed women walk down their pathway. She did not feel herself sufficiently well prepared to receive visitors and so rather than greet the women on his behalf; she had shut the door firmly behind him.

The two tall security officers looked at him, a hint of amusement playing around the corners of their mouths. They were well aware of how intimidating they looked. Their perfectly fitting, almost Gestapo style, uniforms and peaked caps made them appear even taller than their five feet, eleven inch height. The jackboots they were wearing, clicked crisply upon the pavement as they approached the young boy.

As one of them took his suit hanger and overnight bag from his nervous fingers, he blushed immediately and looked down at his feet in embarrassment. Their beauty and authoritarian manner made him feel gauche and uneasy, in fact... completely at odds with his self. He had always been shy and especially nervous in front of pretty girls. The security officers' uniformed beauty immediately had him feeling at a disadvantage.

He could not help blushing to an even deeper shade of red, as the second of the young officers suddenly slipped her hand around his waist while she escorted him down the pathway and opened the rear door to the limousine. "Right sweetie, just slide your little bottom in there." He could not believe how embarrassed and gauche he felt as the officer patted her hand against the cheeks of his bottom just as he was bending forward to get into the car.

Richard was blushing furiously and almost trembling with embarrassment as he sat down in the rear of the car. The luxurious interior was divided into three sections.

In front of Richard's seat was a glass screen. This divided the rear section from the middle compartment of the car. He looked forward, through the thick glass and watched as the young shapely officer hung his suit from a hook within the middle section. The two security guards then seated themselves in the front of the car - and as the car moved off, he heard a voice emanate from the speaker that was mounted in the rear parcel shelf behind his head.

"You can speak normally and I will hear you. Can you please confirm that you are Richard Lovel?" Richard was confused for a moment and then he spoke, being careful not to shout.

"Erm... yes, erm miss. My name is Richard Lovel, erm I have been invited to..."

His voice was interrupted by the electronically amplified voice of the young blonde officer seated in the passenger seat of the front compartment of the car. "We know where you are going, silly boy. Now just sit back and relax and enjoy the ride." Richard blushed again at the friendly rebuke. He heard a click from the intercom and then there was silence.

Jessica smiled at Ami as they listened to the young boy. She spoke as soon as she had switched off the intercom. "I think our poor little boy is in for rather a shock, don't you Ami? He looks delicious doesn't he? Lovely slim hips, cute little bottom... just asking for a smack and such good looks. I haven't seen a boy so perfectly proportioned... and such a beautifully innocent face. I hope he is a just little bit tardy, even the teeniest bit would do... after all it is my turn isn't it? Ami laughed at her companion. "It might be your turn sweetheart, but I am quite sure that we will both get a chance!"

The opulence of the interior of the car and the smoothness of the ride could not counter the growing unease the young boy began to feel as the journey progressed. Richard would not have been able to explain his anxiety, but as the car began the final part of its journey through the stone portals of the wrought iron gates and onwards up the sweeping drive to the grand mansion, he felt himself blush with intimidation. He looked out of the car window, knowing that he had never seen such an impressive house or grounds. It was absolute splendor... and yet here he was, dating a beautiful girl, one whom he hardly knew and one whom was obviously wealthy beyond his wildest dreams.

He almost shivered in trepidation as the car stopped outside the grey stone portico. It was only when he reached for the door handle, that he realized that there wasn't one. He looked through the window to see that the pretty blonde haired security officer had exited the vehicle and was already standing outside the rear compartment of the car, leaning forward to open his door.

"Well young man, we will attend to your suit and your bag later. Please follow me." Before he could utter a sound, the second security officer had moved around the car and had taken his arm. They proceeded through the two open oak half-doors of the grand mansion and into the brightly lit and lavish interior of the hallway. They proceeded across the ornately tiled hall and stopped at an open carpeted entrance. The first guard turned toward him and smiled as she saw his blushing face.

Richard was able to observe her properly for the first time. Her blonde hair was tied back in a severe style and was swept upwards under the peaked cap she wore. Her exquisite face was beautifully made up. Her bright red lips and high cheekbones gave her an air of aloofness which had Richard blushing as she bent down on one knee in front of him.

"Shoes off Richard!" Before he could comprehend the order, she placed her hand gently behind his calf and gently pulled his leg forward and raised his foot. The dark-haired officer that was standing to his side supported him with her arm around his waist.

Richard blushed profusely at the closeness of her body and the sensual aroma of her perfume. She seemed to give his body a little squeeze, pressing her own lush body closer to his as the blonde haired officer gently divested him of his shoes. Richard suddenly shivered in front of the young blonde officer as, much to his consternation, her long slender fingers slipped inside the hem of his socks. Without a word being spoken, she slipped the socks from his feet one by one. Her fingers had seemed to linger and caress his calves as she had delicately slipped the garments from his feet. She did not explain her actions as she pushed his socks inside his training shoes and placed them beside the doorway.

Richard was speechless as the young guard stood up and placed her hand gently under his chin. She raised his head so that she could look directly into his eyes. She was delighted to see that the boy's face was already bright red and that his embarrassment was causing his lips to tremble.

Her voice was firm and clear as she addressed him. "You will be much more comfortable without your tracksuit top. It is very warm in the house."

She reached forward and unzipped the front of the jacket as the second officer moved behind him and slid it from his shoulders, leaving him in his short -sleeved T-shirt. She laid the tracksuit top on a chair next to the doorway.

Richard stood in embarrassment and stupefaction as the two officers took a gentle hold of his arms and led him further into the sumptuously furnished sitting room.

Richard blushed to a deep red as soon as he suddenly saw Jocelyn for the first time since they had met at school. Mrs. Woodridge and Jocelyn were seated in hard-backed chairs in the middle of the room. Seated to the other side of Mrs. Woodridge was a young woman in nursing uniform. He knew that he was already blushing... and that his face was bright red and yet he could do nothing about it as the guards stood him in front of the three females.

Jocelyn hid her excitement well as she stood up and looked at the blushing boy. She felt a thrill of delight as she looked at his handsome but crimson face. He really has the most perfect complexion - she thought to herself, as she stood up and moved in front of him to kiss his burning cheek.

"Well Richard, you are right on time. Mummy has a few words to say to you and then we are going to get you ready for our date." Deliberately she put her hand gently on his shoulder, her hand resting on its side so that her fingertips were able to brush sensuously against the short hairs at the nape of his neck. She spoke to him, her voice soft and sensual. "You will have to be a good little boy and be on your best behavior for your pre-date procedure. So listen carefully to mummy and to the nurse won't you?'

Actually, Richard could not have articulated one word, even if his life had depended upon it. He was absolutely speechless with embarrassment. He stood looking at Jocelyn, feeling absolutely ridiculous as he felt the fire in his cheeks. He had noticed her white tunic and could not believe how soft and curvaceous her body looked beneath the fine cotton. Somehow, her clinical appearance gave her a superior and detached air, which served to make him feel belittled in her presence. He averted his eyes as Jocelyn moved to sit down. He stood, almost trembling with embarrassment as the two guards moved back from him. Unseen to Richard, Jessica moved a hard-backed chair and sat directly behind him while Ami stood to her side.

Mrs. Woodridge had watched the boy intently from the moment he had been led into the room. She immediately saw the reason for her daughter's choice of date. His features were refined and intelligent, his body looked perfectly proportioned and his demeanor was mild and acquiescent. He was in fact, she thought, the most suitable of suitors for her young daughter's coming of age.

Richard could not help the further flush of embarrassment that enveloped his cheeks as Mrs. Woodridge addressed him for the first time. He felt as if he was on some sort of trial as he stood before the three seated females. Victoria had deliberately perpetrated this effect before the boy arrived. She had asked Jocelyn to walk into the room, to ascertain whether the placement of the chairs would give the room a judicial and formal setting. Jocelyn had laughed as she realized exactly how foreboding this setting was as she enacted the scene that was to follow. She had continued her conversation with Samantha, planning every detail as they had sat and waited for the young boy. "Now Richard, I am very pleased to welcome you into my home and allow you to take my daughter to the Annual Ball. Your mother has kindly signed her consent for you to undergo the pre-date procedure which is now a government initiative in this state." Mrs. Woodridge gestured towards the young nurse. "This is Nurse Practitioner Beauvoir who will be in charge of your procedure. So please listen to what she has to say."

Richard stood blushing as Nurse Samantha Beauvoir addressed him. Her voice was clear and firm as she recited the well-rehearsed information that she had repeated to so many young boys over the past year.

"Richard Lovel, you are required under the laws of this state to submit to a procedure to ensure the safety of your partner Miss Jocelyn Woodridge. You will be under her jurisdiction at all times during your time with her... and you will obey any instruction she gives you. You will submit to the State pre-date procedure without fuss or reluctance. You will obey all of your instructions immediately. If you fail to obey... or you are in any way recalcitrant, you will be in breach of the state law and may be punished or physically coerced. Do you understand what has been said to you?"

Richard looked dumbfounded. He did not really understand the full implication of what was being said to him, as indeed he was not meant to at this stage. However his embarrassment was so profound that he certainly did not want to disagree with the young nurse.

"Erm... yes miss." Was about as much of a sentence that he was able to articulate as the nurse smiled at him benevolently.

"Good boy Richard. Now I will just explain the procedure to Miss Jocelyn and then we will try and get you processed as quickly as possible."

Her next words were the beginning of a nightmare for Richard – and although addressed to Jocelyn, were meant entirely for his ears. Jocelyn had already discussed every detail and nuance of the procedure with Samantha and her own part in it. It was to be a nightmare that Richard in his naivety could never have envisioned. He stood listening, absolutely shivering with embarrassment as she addressed Jocelyn quite nonchalantly.

"We are going to examine him thoroughly to ascertain his current sexual state and subsequently we are going to express as much of his semen as we can through forced ejaculation and prostate expulsion. We have found that it is beneficial for the partner to participate in the induction, so that the procedure becomes familiar to them. You seem a very competent young lady and I am sure you will appreciate the thoroughness and subsequent benefits of intense extraction. Discipline during the procedure is sometimes a problem and we have found, through our experiences, that it is best if our clients sanction its use as and when we feel that it is necessary. However I would like you to sanction a preliminary use as the first part of the procedure usually causes some consternation with the recipients."

Jocelyn could hardly contain herself as she listened to the young nurse. She was well aware that the nurse's words were meant entirely for Richard's ears, but hearing the enactment for the first time, sent a thrill through her body that she found hard to conceal. How humiliating for him, she thought. She looked up at Richard, to see that his face was now a deep shade of purple and that his look of shame and humiliation was beyond her wildest expectation.

Jocelyn kept her eyes on Richard as she addressed the young nurse. "Of course you have my permission. But I am sure that Richard will be very well behaved."

She looked into the boy's eyes as she spoke once more.

"You will be a good boy for the nurse, won't you sweetheart?"

Richard could hardly bring himself to look at Jocelyn. He felt near to fainting. He was utterly humiliated and embarrassed. His face was burning furiously with a reluctant rush of blood to his cheeks. Even though he had not immediately grasped the entire import of what had been said, he had understood enough to feel his body begin to shiver in absolute dread. He replayed her words over in his mind. Each realization fuelled his acute anguish.

Jocelyn firmed up her voice as she addressed him again. "Richard... the nurse needs to know whether you are going to be a good little boy for her."

Richard just blushed profusely and mumbled to her through the cocoon of embarrassment that enveloped every nerve of his body. "Erm... yes erm... Miss," he managed to stutter, feeling utterly belittled and shamed.

Jocelyn felt another thrill run through her body as the boy addressed her as Miss. She knew that she looked very much more authoritarian in her nurses uniform. She decided to expedite the proceedings as she looked at the beautiful blushing boy, his bare toes seeming to grip the carpet in his embarrassment and humility. She turned her head towards Samantha and addressed her formally.

"Yes Nurse Beauvoir, you certainly have my permission to punish Richard if he does not comply with what you require. But I am sure that he is going to be a good little boy and do as he is told."

"Thank you Miss Jocelyn." Nurse Beauvoir turned to look at Richard, relishing his utter embarrassment as she began to utter the words that she knew would bring the preliminaries to a head.

"Right Richard, I want you to take off all of your clothes. Please undress as quickly as you can. All of them now! Come along we have a lot to get through this evening."

Richard shivered in abject dismay. He stood rooted to the spot not daring to move. He looked at the nurse. "Oh no... oh please Miss... erm nurse... please not in front of..."

His protestations were cut short as Jessica who was seated behind him reached forward and grasped his hips. Without preamble, she pulled him towards her seated position, turning his body as she did so. At the same time as Jessica pulled him off balance, Ami stooped down and took a firm hold around his ankles, lifting them off the floor. Before Richard could possibly comprehend what was happening to him, he found himself being turned face down over the seated guard's knees. It was a deft and well-practiced maneuver that the guards had performed many times before. Ami smiled cheekily at Jessica as she watched her expertly turn the young boy fully over her knees. Jessica held his waist firmly and placed her other hand on the back of his neck, pushing his head downwards.

Richard's abrupt upending had come completely out of the blue. In what seemed like a split second of time he felt the guard, who had so efficiently grasped his ankles to upend him, grip the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms and pull them all the way down and over his feet.

"What a naughty boy you are disobeying the nurse. Fancy having to have your trousers taken down, rather than undressing yourself like a grown-up." Ami's words added to his utter shame. He shivered as, without any hesitation he felt her repeat the procedure with his underpants. He could not believe his predicament. He was in the depths of utter confusion and embarrassment as he looked at the carpet only inches from his face. In less than the blink of an eye, the bottom half of his body had been completely stripped bare. He felt cool air play upon his naked buttocks as he lay over her knees in utter humiliation.

"Now that didn't take a second, did it? Your little bottom is all nice and bare for the nurse. I thought you were going to be a good boy... and instead here you are having to be undressed like a naughty little boy." Ami's tone was condescending and belittling as she addressed Richard.

Such was Richard's confusion that he was hardly conscious of the guard's movements as Ami quickly walked around the chair and took hold of the hem of his T-shirt. She pulled it over his back and head, quickly sliding it down his arms and placing it beside his other clothes. "There we are, a bare little boy! In fact a bare little boy who is going to have his bottom spanked unless I am very much mistaken! What on earth must miss Jocelyn think of you?"

Jocelyn looked on in delight, her eyes fixed on the smooth curve of the boy's bared bottom as he lay head down over the young security guard's knees. She could see goose bumps appear on his flesh. How utterly embarrassing for him she thought. What must be going through his mind as he realized that he had been unceremoniously stripped of his clothes and that he was now totally naked and laying over the knees of a pretty young girl?

This time it was Jessica that spoke to him as she examined his bared buttocks as they lay raised across her lap. "Ami is quite right Richard. What a naughty little boy you are. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Now I want you to keep quite still while I spank your little bottom for you. My, my what a naughty child, having to have your bare bottom spanked in front of everyone!"

Richard was in a haze of embarrassment and humiliation. He had been taken completely by surprise. He could feel the blood rush to his head as the young guard gripped him firmly and adjusted his position so that his bottom was now raised fully over her thighs and the top of his head was touching the floor.

"Smackkk... Smack, smack..." The sharp staccato sound of her hand upon his bottom seemed to ring in his ears, heralding the first humiliating sting of her palm upon the bared flesh of his buttocks. Several more smacks were applied before he heard the nurse address Jocelyn.

"Oh Jocelyn... we normally administer ten strokes of the leather paddle to their bare bottoms, for a first infraction. Would you like the guard to administer this to Richard... or would you like to administer it yourself, as he is entirely under your charge?"

Jocelyn watched the boy's face flush to an almost purple hue as he heard the demeaning words of the head nurse.

Jocelyn spoke quietly and clearly, although it was an effort to keep her voice calm. "Oh let me have a word with him Samantha, I am sure that he didn't mean to be disobedient." Jocelyn quickly moved from her chair and knelt down by the boy's head. She sat back on her ankles as she placed her hands upon his burning cheeks. She turned his face towards her and, gently lifting his head, laid it on her knees. She could not help but look over his naked body as she felt the soft skin of his cheek rest against her bare thigh. The intense heat of his embarrassment sent an exquisite thrill through her young body as she spoke softly to him.

"Now sweetheart, are you going to be a good boy and do what the nurse tells you. It would really be embarrassing for you if I had to take you over my knees and spank you."

Richard could hardly countenance the position he was in. His humiliation was more than he could endure. He felt his lips tremble as he spoke.

"Oh Miss I am so sorry." His voice was almost a sob as he continued. "I promise Miss, I am just so embarrassed."

Jocelyn stroked his cheek. "I know sweetheart, but you have to obey the law. So be a good boy and do what the Nurse tells you straight away without fuss. Do you promise me?"

"Oh yes miss," his voice was almost a sob.

Jocelyn could not help the thrill she felt as she stroked her hand over his bare shoulders. She savored the moment as she uttered her next words.

"Good boy, I knew you would. Now listen to the nurse and obey immediately and if you are a good boy I won't have to spank your bottom. Do you understand me?"

Richard could hardly believe his embarrassment as he mumbled his reply.

"I promise miss."

Jocelyn lifted his head and kissed his cheek. Without a word she carefully let his head hang down again before she stood up. She moved in front of the guard and almost ceremoniously placed her hand over his naked bottom. She felt both of his smooth buttocks quake with embarrassment as she stroked her hand over the twin mounds of flesh. She looked at Jessica and spoke clearly so that Richard would have no trouble hearing her words.

"Would you administer only five strokes, please? I think that, that should be sufficient for him to realize that he must be obedient. His little bottom feels very soft and tender."

Richard could not believe that Jocelyn was stroking her hand so nonchalantly over his bared bottom... or that she was casually giving permission for the guard to administer a paddling to his naked buttocks. He almost fainted with embarrassment as he felt the guard tighten her grip around his waist. Simultaneously, he felt the other guard grasp his ankles. He tried to look around, only to see that Jocelyn had again knelt down next to him. He felt her gently take his head in her hands and hold him so that she could look into his eyes. He shivered in shame and utter humiliation as he looked at her.

"Now sweetheart, be a brave boy while the guard spanks your little bottom for you. It is for your own good." Jocelyn was beside herself with delight as she saw the guard reach to her belt and produce the small leather paddle. She watched in delight as it was raised in the air and brought down upon the very centre of his perfectly elevated bottom. She held his head firmly, hearing him gasp as the first stroke was delivered.

"There we are sweetheart, be a brave boy." Her words fuelled his humiliation as she watched the guard raise the paddle again.

"Smack." The paddle flattened against his buttocks as the guard delivered the second stroke. Jocelyn held his head gently but firmly, allowing her fingers to stroke against his blushing cheek as she spoke to him.

"Poor baby, fancy having to have your little bottom smacked. Never mind, it will all be over soon." Her voice was punctuated by the sharp sound of another smack as the paddle slapped against the flesh of his upturned bottom.

"Poor baby." Jocelyn cooed as yet another smack pierced the silence of the room.

"Sssssss Hoooooo argh." Richard could not help the gasp that escaped from his lips.

"Just one more smack, sweetheart. I know it hurts, but you must know that you have to do as you are told." Jocelyn waited as Jessica applied another sharp slap of the leather paddle to the centre of his bottom.

Richard gasped again as the leather paddle smacked against the tender cheeks of his bottom. "Hoooo arggh."

"There we are Richard, now you know that you have to do as you are told. Now listen carefully to what the nurse tells you... and obey straight away." Jocelyn let his head hang down again and got up from her position. She stood and looked at his bottom, examining the red botches that marked his skin.

"Poor baby, your little bottom is bright red. You will have to promise me that you will be a good boy from now on." She laid her hand gently upon his bottom. She stifled the sudden impulse to part his cheeks and slip her hand between his legs. "Come along Richard, tell the nurse that you are going to be a good little boy."

Richard could hardly articulate a meaningful reply; such was his utter ignominy and shame. "Oh please... erm Miss. Yes erm I will do as I am told."

Jocelyn took her hand from his bottom and stood back admiring his naked form for a moment before sitting down next to her mother.

The nurse's voice was firm as she addressed Richard. "The security officer will let you up now. You are to stand facing me with your legs spread well apart and both of your hands placed upon the top of your head. I must warn you that if you fail to obey this time that your punishment will be most severe."

Jocelyn watched as Richard lowered his head to the floor as if in resignation. She sat primly upon her chair awaiting her first full view of his naked body. She managed to keep the excitement she felt well concealed. Her expression was cool, almost sardonic, as she watched the boy struggle to his feet. She could see that he was shivering with shame as he stood up and turned towards the row of chairs where they were seated. She saw a fresh flush of redness suffuse his cheeks as he placed his feet apart and hesitantly placed his hands upon his head. His eyes were cast down to the floor in utter humiliation. A single tear of shame appeared upon his cheek as he straightened his body.

Jocelyn looked into his face, instinctively knowing that sooner or later he would have to look at her. As if on cue she saw him raise his head and then to her delight, his eyes flicked towards her. His reluctant glance was sufficient to make him blush deeply as she caught his gaze. She looked into his eyes making sure that she had his full attention. Her expression was cool and clinical as she lowered her head in an overt and deliberate way to look at his genitals. She was fully aware of his utter embarrassment and angst as she openly examined him.

Jocelyn was delighted with what she saw. Between the long firm thighs, his penis hung down thick and straight. His plump scrotum seemed to bulge with his engorged testes. Jocelyn thought how delightful the young boy looked. His pubic hair was quite fine and formed a neat circle around his penis. The rest of his body was almost hairless. There was a light down of fine hair on his legs and he was completely bereft of hair on his chest. 'Yes' she thought to herself, you are as perfect as I always thought you would be... and you are mine, sweet boy.

Suddenly, the voice of the young nurse punctured her thoughts. Nurse Beauvoir addressed both Jocelyn and her mother.

"Mrs. Woodridge and Miss Jocelyn, now that he seems to be behaving himself properly, we will get him processed. I would like you both to be able to physically examine him. But I think you will be more comfortable if we get him cleaned up with our usual procedures first. It will probably take about half an hour or more before we have him ready for inspection and the first extraction. So you may come through whenever you are ready." Nurse Beauvoir smiled at Mrs. Woodridge and Jocelyn before she got up from her chair. She moved towards the naked young boy and then turned toward Jocelyn and her mother. Her face was out of Richard's sight as she looked at them meaningfully. "I can have a quick look at him while he is here and then I can better explain the initial procedure to you both."

She turned to the boy, standing to his side so that his naked body was in full view for an unobstructed appraisal by Jocelyn and Victoria.

Samantha could almost feel the nervousness of the boy. She looked at his blushing face as she placed her cool hand gently on his hip. She felt him flinch at the first touch of her fingers upon his bare skin. "Now come along Richard, stand straight with your legs further apart." She turned to Ami who was standing behind the boy. "Please be ready with your paddle if he hesitates to obey in any way. A good sharp slap on the centre of his buttocks should get his attention."

Richard was blushing furiously as he shuffled his feet further apart and straightened his torso, moving his head upward, with both hands placed firmly on the top.

Samantha's voice was deliberately condescending as she spoke to the boy. "Well done Richard, now you are a being a good boy. Now keep quite still while I examine you." She could see the shock on his face and feel his body shiver as she slipped her right hand further around him until it was resting on the swell of his buttocks. "Now keep quite still." She reached across with her left hand and cupped it around the soft skin of his scrotum, letting the plump egg-shaped testes rest against her delicate fingers. She felt his whole body suddenly quake at this intimate and mortifying indignity. "Keep still like a good little boy."

Richard's naïve libido could not ignore the sensuous feel of the nurse's delicate fingers touching him so intimately. He felt an all too familiar tingling in his penis, but dare not for the life of him look down at himself. He looked at Jocelyn, his eyes seemed to be almost pleading with her not to look at him. Richard's lips were trembling with embarrassment as Samantha began to demonstrate his body as if his nakedness and utter embarrassment were of no consequence. "As you will see his testicles are extremely plump... unusually so in my opinion. His penis is already tumescent and, I imagine, will erect quite quickly." She turned her head to the young boy. "Now Richard tell me how many times a day do you masturbate?"

Richard looked at her in total shock. "Oh miss... erm please... erm I don't do that." His face flushed furiously as she looked him in the eye. He could feel her gently squeeze his scrotum.

"You mean to tell me Richard, that you do not play with your penis?" She looked over to Jocelyn who was looking intently at Richard's blushing face. "I think that Miss Jocelyn ought to take you over her knees and give you a sound spanking if you persist in telling me that you have never masturbated." She could feel Richard's body shiver with embarrassment as Jocelyn got up from her chair and stood in front of the boy. The next moment was to be a reverent and memorable epiphany for Jocelyn, even though she was to remain outwardly calm and passive.

Casually she reached forward and took hold of his penis between the forefinger and thumb of her right hand, completely ignoring the anguished gyration of the young boy's hips. It was a reverent and poignant moment for her as she moved the foreskin back, totally revealing the delicate flesh beneath. She felt his penis stiffen immediately with the acute sensation of her intimate touch.

She savored the moment as she raised her head to look into his embarrassed face. "Look at me Richard, come along now look me in the eyes." She waited as he fought with his utter embarrassment and humiliation. She could feel his penis throb to a full and complete erection. His flesh felt like iron as he brought his eyes to look into hers. His look was one of pure anguish as she held his gaze.

"Now Richard, tell me the truth. When did you last play with this penis of yours." Holding his gaze, she squeezed the rigid flesh of his penis, pushing the foreskin back as far as it would go. She felt him shiver with the sensation as he tried to speak. "Please miss... I never have... erm I was frightened of what might happen... erm miss... didn't dare... oh please miss, I am telling the truth." Jocelyn could see that Richard was indeed being truthful. Before she could speak again, Samantha interjected. Gently she closed her hand around his scrotum and spoke to him, her voice soft and gentle.

"Have you had any nocturnal emissions? You must have noticed... if you had." Richard blushed guiltily and hesitated before he had the strength to reply. What he was about to admit, had been his own private and most personal secret for over two years. "Yes nurse... erm my pajamas were sticky one morning. I didn't know what it was at first. But it has happened... erm several times since."

"Well what did your mother say, when she kept seeing sticky messes in your pajamas?" Richard looked even more guiltily at Jocelyn. "Oh please miss, I hid them and washed them when my mother was out. She didn't know Miss."

Both Jocelyn and Samantha were delighted with the boy's reply. Jocelyn's mind quickly assimilated his answer. So tonight will be his first fully compos mentis sexual experience. My God she thought, would he be able to stand the sexual torment that we have planned for him.

Holding his penis more firmly she kissed him on the cheek. "Good boy Richard, you have nothing to be ashamed of as long as you tell the truth and do as you are instructed. She gently let go of his erect penis and glanced down, watching as it bounced upwards out of her hand. She could see it throbbing quite plainly as she moved back to her seat.

Samantha also let go of his scrotum, watching as his penis throbbed and bobbed up and down in the air. My word, she thought, it must be nine inches long. She looked towards Jocelyn.

"I will continue as we now know the reason for the volume of his testicles. The initial procedure is a standard protocol that we have for young boys like Richard. We will be depilating the pubic hair... and I recommend the underarm hair too, that is of course unless you wish otherwise Jocelyn, he is entirely under your charge. This combination tends to emasculate boys very effectively. By the way we use waxing, rather than shaving, as this makes them much smoother... for much longer. He will undergo complete colonic irrigation as soon as his little bottom has been waxed, so he should be ready in about forty minutes. Would you like his underarms doing Jocelyn?"

Jocelyn was enjoying Richard's utter embarrassment as the nurse was speaking. She added to it by speaking authoritatively to Samantha. "Oh yes, I think he should have his underarms done. I think he will look far les threatening when all his hair has gone and his penis is soft and little." Jocelyn actually thought that he was the least threatening boy she had ever seen, but she kept her expression cool and serious as she addressed the nurse. "Shall I give you my permission now? I mean, to smack his little bottom if he is a naughty boy again?"

Jocelyn shivered with delight at the look of pure humiliation on the young boy's face. What a beautiful and naïve little virgin he is, she thought to herself.

Richard knew he was shivering with embarrassment but could do nothing about it. He was well aware of his penis bobbing up and down as the rigid flesh throbbed in its extreme and humiliating erection. He looked at Jocelyn, her beauty and clinical appearance and air of cool authority made him feel almost childish in her presence. Her confident and adult demeanor was in stark contrast to his own, naked humiliation.

Richard could do nothing but stand in shame as the guards moved to each side of him and took his arms, pulling his hands from his head. Without preamble they turned him around, hesitating so that Jocelyn and Victoria could examine his naked form from the rear. They led him from the room with Samantha walking some paces behind them.

After they had gone, Victoria laid her hand upon her daughter's knee. "He is the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. He is a nice boy too. I knew, as soon as his penis began to erect, that he had not made a habit of masturbation. Did you notice that his penis was absolutely straight, rather than being bent by constant masturbation?"

Jocelyn smiled at her mother. "I always thought at school that he was a lovely boy. But now that I have seen him naked, I think he is so delicious that I could eat him. Which, by the way, will be one of treats that he has in store!"

Victoria laughed with delight. "Let's have a glass of wine and then go and have a look at what they are doing to the poor boy."

"I won't have one Mother. I don't want my breath to smell of alcohol. I want to remain minty fresh when I kiss him while he is being tormented. I intend to savor every moment of my coming of age."

Victoria smiled at her daughter. "You are absolutely right of course. Now tell me Jocelyn about your feelings for Richard and what you are intending to do with him."

Jocelyn giggled as she looked at her mother. "Alright, now that we are both adults... I suppose I can speak freely." She giggled again before becoming more serious. "I have deliberately kept away from Richard at school. But I have monitored him for the last couple of years really. It started when I saw him at swimming practice. We had been practicing with the relay team and by the time we had finished changing back in to our school uniforms, the boys had started their practice. Richard was standing at the end of the pool ready to dive in, but the boy who was already in the lane messed up, so he was standing there for a very long time." Jocelyn relaxed back in her chair as she continued.

"He just looked absolutely different to the other boys. As you have just seen, his body is perfect and although he was a couple of years younger then, his body and face just seemed so erm..." Jocelyn paused and thought for a moment, "exquisite is the word I want. I think I made up my mind to have Richard there and then! After that I talked casually to some of the girls, you know, just an odd prompt here and there. It is very difficult to ask questions about a boy without the girls guessing that you are interested. So I confided in Caroline, and as she was already sort of seeing Jeremy and he was in the same class as Richard, it was quite easy for her to bring Richard's name into the conversation." She smiled at her mother.

"Of course, Caroline teased me for a while, but she really enjoyed sleuthing for me." Jocelyn laughed as her mother raised an eyebrow.

"The best bit was when she said that she had volunteered for both me and her to help the school secretary, you know, as auxiliary help volunteers. I thought it was a bit odd at the time for her to volunteer for extra work in our free periods. But she is a very clever girl, so I just went along with it. After two weeks we ended up in the school records office. We were supposed to re-label all the headings on the old filing cabinets, which we did. But when I got home that evening, Caroline telephoned me and told me to look in my satchel. I couldn't believe it! She had copied Richard's entire school record and printed it out for me. I had all his grades for every subject, all of his teachers comments and reports... and his medical records."

Victoria looked at Jocelyn in mock shock. "I must have a word with Caroline, she acts so innocently when she is staying here."

"Oh mother!" Jocelyn laughed. "I think you know Caroline better than that. Anyway, I spent all evening reading every word of his school record. I found out everything I needed to know. He is an excellent student and his reports are outstanding, but there was one intriguing report from Miss Watts. Miss Watts is the School librarian, but she is also the pastoral care officer. She is quite young and very approachable, so most students who have any kind of problem will call and see her."

Victoria interrupted her daughter. "Do you mean if they have trouble at home?"

"Yes, she would deal with that sort of thing as she liaises with all the authorities for the school. Mostly we see her if we want to change a course or have homework issues. But she is required to interview every student, every year just to see that they don't have any problems." Jocelyn leaned forward and looked at her mother earnestly. Her report on Richard said that he was an extremely sensitive young boy and that he was of a quiet and timid nature. She also said that he was socially naïve. I found out from Caroline that 'socially naïve' is an educational euphemism for not being sexually active."

"Well Sweetheart, you have been a busy little detective. I take it then that this young boy of yours, is a keeper?"

Jocelyn laughed out loud. "I don't know where you get these slang expressions, Mother. I think you just use them to shock people."

Victoria looked lovingly at her daughter. "Well tell me then Jocelyn, what do you intend to do with him?"

"Alright, I suppose we need to have this conversation." Jocelyn looked at her mother seriously.

"I know I am different to most other girls and I know that I get it from you." Jocelyn smiled fondly at her mother.

"You know how politics have been radically changing in favor of the rights of women. Well do you remember, a few years ago when they reintroduced corporal punishment in schools, but for boys only? You were reading about it in the paper and I saw your expression. It meant something to you, I could tell! Well, the thought of it excited me too! I started having very pleasant dreams after that. The dreams were always the same... of having a young boy over my knees and spanking his bare bottom. I can't explain everything I began to feel, but I know that I just love the thought of subjugating boys... and I already know, that the pleasure is directly proportionate to how good-looking they are."

Jocelyn turned in her chair so that she could look intently into her mother's eyes.

"Today is the culmination of everything I have dreamed of. Richard is better than any boy I could ever have dreamed of. I got an absolutely enormous thrill from seeing his expression of embarrassment and humiliation as I held his penis. In fact it was greater and more intense than anything I could have possibly have dreamed of, or imagined." Jocelyn held her mother's gaze as she continued.

"Another surprise to me was that I was absolutely on the edge of an orgasm when I held his head as he was spanked on my orders. So it wasn't just the physical act of spanking, but the fact that I was in charge of what was happening to him."

Jocelyn looked at her mother and smiled almost wistfully.

"I know that you probably know more about these feelings than I do, but I will tell you anyway. I can't wait to spank him myself. I want to penetrate his bottom in all manner of ways. I want to milk him until he is dry. In fact, I have constantly imagined all those things and lots more." Jocelyn laughed as she realized how quickly she had been speaking. "I just want to subjugate him totally and possess him totally... there I've finished."

Victoria looked at Jocelyn and smiled affectionately as she spoke. "I couldn't be more pleased that you have found Richard. I can't think of any boy more suited to your needs and desires. One little thing I haven't mentioned to you. I got on very well with Samantha, the nurse practitioner, this afternoon while you were shopping." Victoria looked directly into her daughter's eyes as she spoke gently to her. "I have asked her to make you cum while you are playing with Richard's penis." Victoria noticed that Jocelyn was not in the least shocked or surprised. Instead she just smiled.

"Thank you mother, you think of everything. I thought perhaps she had more than a passing interest when she was helping me dress."

Victoria stood up and held her hands out to her daughter. "Come along then, let's see what is happening to your young beau!"

Inside the mobile clinic, Richard was in emotional turmoil. He had been surprised and shocked, as he had entered the clinic to see two more pretty nurses waiting for him. For a young boy of Richard's sensibilities, the embarrassment was beyond containment. His cheeks flushed to a vivid red. He had instinctively tried to cover his erect penis, but the guards had held his arms firmly.

One of the two blonde nurses had spoken to Samantha as she looked at his erection. "Well he does seem an excitable little boy, doesn't he, Nurse Beauvoir."

Richard had looked around wildly, as if in an attempt to escape his embarrassment. His consternation had increased as he saw for the first time, the ominous looking interior of the clinic, his face betraying his utter confusion and bewilderment. Surely there must be some mistake, he had thought. He had begun to tremble as he looked at all of the clinical equipment.

He stomach had churned in anguish as he turned his head and saw the examination table. The white surface and chromium plating, glinting under the bright operating theatre lights as if awaiting a victim, had seemed ominous and foreboding. He could not help shivering in dread at the prospect of what was to come.

The nurses had stepped forward and immediately took his arms. He had shivered as they took hold of him and led him to the table. "Come along, let's get you up on the table and positioned for your procedure." One of the blonde nurses had spoken to him as if he was a small child. "I want your little bottom sitting on the end here... there, that's the way. Just shuffle your bottom forward and let your legs hang down over the end."

Now as Richard sat up on the end of the bed, he felt absolutely foolish. He tried to cover his erect penis but he felt his arms being held firmly by the two nurses.

"Now sweetheart, let's get you into position." Her voice was gentle but firm as, within a few moments, his torso was laid back onto the slippery surface of the examination table.

He blushed as stirrups were raised from beneath the bed and his legs were carefully positioned and confined within them. He grunted and groaned in utter embarrassment as they positioned the stirrups until his legs were spread widely apart and high in the air.

Within seconds, his bottom was completely raised from the surface of the bed as the stirrups were slid back. He felt a support being placed under the small of his back. He could not help blushing again as he felt the cool air between the widely splayed cheeks of his bottom.

"Now just give me your arms and we will get them fastened so you don't slip off." Richard looked at the nurses in disbelief as his arms were placed flat on the bed above his head. He felt smooth plastic strips encircle his forearms as the nurses loosely fastened them against the plastic pads of the bed's surface.

Richard could not believe how openly and lewdly his body had been displayed. He continued to blush and groan in confusion as the nurses made adjustments to the equipment until, ignominiously, he was positioned to their satisfaction.

Nurse Beauvoir looked at her young nurses as they admired the perfect form of the young boy. Every inch of his body was now openly available to them. Unlike the hospitals in which she had trained, Samantha was unhindered by the need to allow the patient any modesty. She observed her young nurses as they gazed down at his nakedness, examining him in minute detail. She knew that they were both enjoying the sight of his body as much as she was.

Nurse Beauvoir came around to stand next to his torso. She stood looking down at him, her pretty face only inches from his. "Now Richard, we will just get your head up a little, so that you are nice and comfortable."

She placed a small pillow under his head to raise it. The reason, unknown to Richard, was to ensure that he would be forced to observe the procedures and would be unable to distance himself from them.

Richard lay in utter embarrassment, he could not avoid looking down at his body, only to see to his dismay, that his penis was still completely erect and standing upright from between his widely spread thighs.

His face was blushing furiously as one of the blonde haired nurses came to his side and laid her hand gently on his chest.

"Now just relax, while we wax your little bottom. Nurse Ford is going to put some oil on your bare bits so that the wax doesn't pull your skin."

Richard's reply was another deep flush of blood to his cheeks. He could not believe what was happening to him as the nurses busied themselves between his open thighs. He felt soft and gentle fingers lifting his testicles and the sensation of warm oil being applied to his buttocks.

He saw Nurse Ford turn to speak to the nurse practitioner. Her words belittled him so much that he shivered with embarrassment as at the same time, his face blushed to an even deeper red.

"My, my... his testicles are swollen aren't they and look how he is thrusting his little penis up into the air. Honestly, sometimes boys can be such show-offs. " He could not help watching her as she jiggled the soft orbs in her fingers. "I think we will have to go carefully, as his penis is fully erect. It amazes me how little boys seem to have no control over their penises." She looked across to the other blonde nurse. "I think we are ready for the Wax, Patricia... I mean, Nurse Todd."

Richard shivered as a spatula was dipped into a sleekly-designed stainless steel container of wax and then expertly applied between the cheeks of his buttocks and over his entire scrotum and pubic area. He saw the nurses pressing strips of what looked like bandages, over the coated area. He could feel his penis begin to throb as Nurse Beauvoir nonchalantly moved the rigid shaft to and fro, as wax was basted to the base of the shaft and then more strips of cloth were applied. Reluctantly he looked down at himself. His entire pubic area seemed to be covered in strips of bandage. Even the bottom half of his penis was covered as it stood up from between his thighs.

Although Richard had no idea what was to come, he still felt a shiver of dread as the guards appeared at each side of him. Together they put their arms around each of his thighs and gripped him tightly, as suddenly the lengths of cloth were deftly pulled from his groin. He cried out as the nurses nonchalantly stripped the hair from his tender pubis. He could not believe the intensity of the sensation. He tried to move, but was held firmly by the guards as Nurse Ford spoke to him.

"Just hold still sweetie." There were tears in his eyes as the central strip, which ran from the small of his back, deep between the crevice of his buttocks and across his sphincter, was suddenly stripped away in one well-practiced action.

"Arggghhh." He cried out in anguish at the deep stinging sensation.

"Never mind, sweetie. There are only a few strips left. Samantha watched the young boy move his head from side to side, his chest heaving with anguish, as the nurses stripped the cloth from his penis and testicles. As the last lengths of cloth were stripped from his scrotum and pubis, Samantha leaned forward and examined him under the bright lights. Although his skin appeared slightly pinkish from the waxing, she knew that this would disappear quickly.

What was more important to her, was that she could see that every millimeter of his skin was now bereft of hair. She glanced at Gillian who ran her fingers lightly over the deep crevice of the young boy's bottom, gently cupping and feeling his scrotum, before finally encircling the shaft of his penis.

"My you look just like a little boy again. Not a hair in sight. In fact you are as smooth as a little baby... isn't he Nurse Beauvoir?"

Samantha could not help belittling Richard even more as she answered Gillian. "Just how all little boys should be, don't you think? Would you pass me the lubricant and the irrigator insert, Please Gillian?"

Richard felt the guards loosen their grip on his thighs and watched as they moved behind him and out of his field of vision. He looked down at his groin, feeling ridiculous as he saw his completely naked pubis for the first time.

His attention was caught by the sound of a rubber glove being snapped against Nurse Beauvoir's wrist as she turned to address him. She dipped the fingers of her gloved hand into a jar of lubricant as she spoke.

"Now Richard, I want you to be on your best behavior while I put the irrigator into your bottom. I am going to lubricate you first and lubricate your little bottom. Now don't you move, not even one little bit."

Ominously, the guards reappeared and took up their previous positions. Simultaneously they put their arms around his thighs as Samantha leaned forward and smoothed her lubricated fingers over his sphincter.

"Keep still now." She commanded as deftly she slipped her forefinger straight up into his bottom.

"Ooooohhh erm nurse, wooo ooo" Richard could not help his exclamation as his sphincter was distended. It was like no other sensation he had ever felt... an extreme and thorough impalement that reached up inside the very core of his body.

"There we are, now just relax for me." Her voice was almost a murmur as she moved her finger in a circular motion before suddenly pressing a second finger against the timid opening of his bottom.

"Ooooh." Richard gasped as she inserted both fingers deep inside him. The guards held him firmly as Samantha penetrated him fully. She held out her other hand and glanced at Patricia, who handed her a large phallic-shaped plastic nozzle.

The nozzle was six inches long. Extending from a neat torpedo shaped tip, it broadened to a diameter of two and a half inches, before reducing to a width of two inches. At the end of the nozzle there was an elliptical flange with a finger hold for extracting the device - and beyond that two connectors.

"Hold tight, oops... yes there we are." Samantha accomplished the task of withdrawing her fingers and at the same time inserting the tip of the irrigator, with a well-practiced ease

This was too much for Richard, he tried to lift himself off the table as he felt his sphincter being stretched wide by the intrusion of the nozzle. He could not believe the intensity of the invasion, as the device was deftly slipped upwards into him. He gasped and groaned, as the smooth plastic seemed to stretch his bottom wider than he thought possible.

"Ooooo... whoooo hooo." He cried as Samantha casually continued with the insertion.

He felt a sharp slap to his buttocks as he wriggled in an effort to resist the intrusion. "Keep still Richard, I want no nonsense from you."

Try as he might he could not help crying out again as the broadest part of the nozzle slipped up inside him.

Samantha seemingly ignored his cries of distress. She watched him blush with shame and anguish as she slapped his bottom again, just as the device seemed to be sucked up into his anus. Nonchalantly, she wriggled the device up and down, checking that the nozzle was fully and firmly inserted before she attached the two-inch diameter extractor tube and the smaller injector tube to the connectors.

"Right Richard, listen to me. You will feel some sensations inside your bottom and your tummy. There is nothing to worry about. The machine is automatic and can sense when to pump water into your bottom and when to empty you. It is quite a vigorous action, so just relax and let the machine do its work. While the machine is working the nurses are going to wax under your arms... so I want no fuss now."

Samantha gestured to the guards, who once again moved away from the boy.

She looked into his blushing face. She could see that as well as his acute embarrassment, that there was some apprehension too. She moved from her position between his thighs and around to his side. She discarded her gloves and laid her cool hands gently on his chest. Her fingertips delicately scored over his nipples, as she leaned her head close to his face and looked him in the eyes.

Richard could not avoid looking back at her. He was completely mesmerized by her sweet face and yet aloof demeanor. He felt utterly humiliated and child-like, as he lay naked before her. With his legs spread wide, he felt utterly open and vulnerable towards her as she spoke to him.

"Now Richard, you may feel some sensation in your penis. If you do, I want you to tell me immediately. Now I am going to start the irrigator." Samantha nodded to Gillian and watched her reach to a panel above the tubes that emanated from the wall. Samantha listened to the soft gurgling sounds as she monitored the young boy. She suddenly saw an expression of surprise on his young face as the tubes began to pulse between his legs. She knew from the movement of the tubes that jets of water would now be entering his bottom.

"Now try and keep still, you will soon get used to the sensation." She watched as his body began to twitch in time to pulsing of the tubes. She also noticed that a bead of clear gel-like substance had formed upon the tip of his penis. She was well aware of the effect the water would have upon his prostate gland. Her expression was cool and detached as she watched his body quiver in a steady cadence, as water was intermittently squirted up inside him.

She stood upright but kept her hands on his chest, teasing his nipples, as she monitored him. He is so delightful, she thought. It is no wonder that Jocelyn has chosen him. She took her hands from him and stood back as Gillian and Patricia came to stand at either side of him and began to coat under his arms with wax. She would like to have oiled his genitals after his waxing, but knew that he would probably have ejaculated almost immediately, albeit unintentionally. She decided to wait until after his first extraction.

Richard could not help moving his hips, as the water seemed to invade every millimeter of his insides. It seemed as if a thousand fingers were probing and caressing the inside of his bottom. He gasped and groaned at the sensation as the two young nurses, seemingly ignoring his anguish, expertly coated his armpits with thick globules of wax.

Such was the sensation within his bottom that Richard hardly noticed the young nurses applying the broad lengths of cloth under each arm that would soon be stripped away to reveal smooth and naked flesh beneath. Suddenly he felt the hands of one of the guards, press down upon his shoulders.

Gillian looked across the boy's naked chest to Patricia, a mischievous expression upon her pretty face. She smiled as she mouthed the words, "one... two... three!"

"Argggghhhh." Richard cried out as he felt an incredible burning sensation in both of his armpits. Oooohhhh," he cried as the guard held him firmly. She seemed to know that the sensation would increase in its intensity over the next few moments. She leaned over him, her firm breasts pressing against his head as he suddenly felt a cooling liquid being applied to his tortured flesh.

"There now sweetheart, that wasn't so bad now was it?" Gillian's voice was soothing as she placed her hand upon his chest. "Now, don't wriggle when the guard lets go of you. I don't want you to have any more smacks on your pretty little bottom."

Richard could not help blushing at her words. He looked at her beautiful young face as the guard stood upright and released his shoulders. Both Gillian and Patricia stroked their delicate fingers over his heaving chest as he writhed upon the examination table. Although his armpits had lost some of the acute pain he had felt, the pressure in his bottom had seemed to increase. The pulsing within his bottom seemed to intensify as Samantha calmly laid her hand on the smooth flesh of his pubis. He fingers moved delicately as she gently tapped the shaft of his penis.

"Now look at me Richard, I want you to tell me if you start feeling any sensations in your penis."

Richard blushed as he looked at her. He felt utterly vulnerable as he watched her delicately take hold of the tip of his penis between her forefinger and thumb. He blushed deeply as she slipped the foreskin down the shaft. He could feel his penis respond immediately. His flesh seemed to throb with the sensation of her fingers as she held him.

Samantha quickly released her hold upon the boy as soon as she felt the deep pulse within the engorged flesh of his penis. She stood back and looked at the clear plastic extraction tube. She could see that the liquid being extracted from his bottom was crystal clear. She looked at his blushing face as she spoke to him.

"When did you last go to the toilet Richard?" He blushed as he looked at her, realizing that she could see the contents of his bottom.

"Oh miss... erm nurse, erm just before I got ready to erm come out."

Samantha placed her hand casually upon the inside of his thigh, knowing that such a simple act would further exacerbate the boy's feeling of vulnerability and helplessness. She looked towards Gillian. "Would you start the flushing process please? The extraction tube is quite clear."

She watched the boy expectantly as she heard the hum of the pump become louder. Samantha felt the familiar thrill run through her petite young body as he tried to rear up in response to the much stronger jets of water that were suddenly being pumped into him. The effect upon young boys was always the same, she mused, but today her enjoyment was greatly enhanced by the perfection of this particular young boy's face and body. She stood savoring the sight, her delight heightened by her knowledge of exactly what was happening inside him. The nozzle design was such that the water swirled and jetted in every direction. Samantha loved to watch her young recipients as they tried to contain their emotions against the strong sexual stimulus that was the inevitable effect of such intense and rigorous pressure against their prostate glands.

Outwardly, her appearance was one of cool professionalism. She seemingly ignored his anguished movements as she spoke to Gillian again.

"We will give him five more minutes and then you can change to extraction." Richard barely heard her words through his aura of embarrassment and anguish. Could he stand such extreme sensations for another five minutes? He could feel a pulsing deep within his groin and a tingling deep between his legs and inside the very core of his penis. He shivered and shook, trying to move his bottom to avoid the relentless sensation inside him. Had Richard been capable of coherent thought, he might have realized that this was a particularly well-practiced procedure and that his positioning was quite deliberate. Stretching the legs to such a wide extent was most effective in stifling any overt movement. Try as he might, he found that his legs were far too widely spread to facilitate any purchase between the stirrups.

Samantha watched him, carefully monitoring the small beads of clear fluid that emanated from the tip of his penis. She placed her fingertips against his perineum, feeling for any pulsation. Her skill and experience enabled her to judge to an infinite degree the amount of stimulus that could be applied to a young boy without causing ejaculation. It was because Richard was so sexually immature that she decided to err on the side of caution.

Gillian caught Samantha's warning look and immediately switched the pumps to extraction. She watched as Richard's young body seemed to suddenly deflate, an indication of how tensed his sinews had been during the rinsing procedure.

Samantha moved to his side and placed her hand gently on his bared chest. She looked into his flushed and reddened face, clearly seeing the anguish and humiliation that he was feeling. Her voice was soft and reassuring as she spoke to him.

"There we are sweetheart, just a few minutes of extraction and then you are all done." She spoke as if the boy had nothing more to fear, knowing of course that his delicate emotions were, over the next two hours, to be tested to the limits of his endurance.

Richard looked at her beautiful face. The aloof and clinical expression upon her delicate features increased his feeling of humiliation and helplessness. He could not come to terms with his predicament. Less than an hour ago he had been blissfully unaware of what was to happen to him. He had been looking forward to the evening and although he had felt some trepidation at the prospect of seeing Jocelyn, he really had no other concerns.

From the moment Jocelyn had first spoken to him at school, her beauty had captured his heart. Richard honestly had no idea that his looks and physique would be of interest to any girl. He was an extremely modest and shy boy and he had certainly not felt worthy of her attention. Realistically he had assumed that he would be more of an escort than a date. Because of his naivety and innocence he could not imagine what she could see in him. Conversely he had been totally unprepared for the intensity of his own feelings towards her, and although he had tried to limit and curtail his emotions, he had had come to realize that he was totally smitten by her.

At school, her beauty, her innate confidence and demeanor had made him feel small and totally inadequate in her presence. But what had happened to him in the last hour had totally devastated his already nervous disposition. His present predicament was so totally embarrassing and humiliating that he could hardly come to terms with it.

The human compulsion to go over every detail of his humiliation was unavoidable. His face burned as he thought of what had happened to him. A deep shiver ran through him as each thought manifested itself in agonizing detail and clarity. The final ignominious thought of her holding his head and looking into his eyes as he was soundly spanked, was so exquisitely painful that he shuddered and blushed to a deep magenta.

Samantha looked at him, her face showing some concern as he shivered in embarrassment. She guessed that perhaps his embarrassment was a culmination of everything he had endured so far. She could see that his anguish was so acute that his blush of shame covered him from his chest to the tips of his ears.

She watched his eyelashes flutter down over his blushing cheeks as he tried to shut out the thoughts in his head.

Perhaps it was merciful relief when Richard felt the guards take a firm hold upon his thighs. He looked up at them as Samantha spoke kindly to him.

"Just relax sweetheart." He shivered as she gently lifted his testicles and took a firm hold upon the broad nozzle that invaded his bottom. "Deep breaths now, Richard." He felt his thighs being gripped tightly as Samantha began to withdraw the nozzle. She could see the boy try to raise his hips from the examination bed as his sphincter was stretched wide. "Just relax, there we are." Her words accompanied the final stretching of his flesh as the nozzle was pulled free.

"Woooo ooooh." Richard gasped as all six inches of the torpedo-shaped device was withdrawn from his bottom.

He felt a gentle pat as a swab of gauze was dabbing against the opening of his bottom and then he saw the nurses move away from him.

He lay, prostrated and totally exposed upon the examination table. He could not help looking down at his naked body. The sight of his smooth and bared pubis made him blush with shame. Thankfully his penis, although swollen and plump, was no longer standing upright between his thighs, but lay to the side upon his pubic bone. He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he continued to blush in utter shame. He was aware that the clinic was now silent but for his heavy breathing, as he struggled to come to terms with his embarrassment.

Richard's timid and reticent nature had been so overwhelmed that there was no respite for him, no possible hiding place within his psyche. He had been laid bare, both physically and mentally.

He shivered, not with cold but with his complete bodily exposure that was amplified and emphasized by the gentle currents of cooler air that swirled from the room's air conditioning units. It was if they played upon his newly bared skin to remind him of his complete nakedness and helplessness. He could feel the air between his legs and between his buttocks, reminding him that they were completely splayed apart and that the opening to his bottom was fully exposed.

Suddenly he shivered in abject embarrassment as he realized that he had been left in this position while the nurses waited for Jocelyn and her mother.

It was a realization that left him in dread of what was to come. He was utterly bereft of any self-esteem, in fact, quite unable to cope with his acute distress. He looked down at his naked body, torturing himself with the thought of how she would see him. Bereft of covering and so openly displayed that not one inch of him could not be touched or examined. A shiver ran through his body, so intense and profound that he almost fainted.

Again, in a compulsive bout of mental self-flagellation, he went over the humiliation he had endured as Jocelyn had held his head while he was soundly spanked over the knees of the pretty guard. There was no mitigation, no respite that could assuage any of the embarrassment and shame that he had endured. He could feel his cheeks burning with humiliation, unable, even for a moment, to shun the vivid recollection from the forefront of his mind.

Samantha smiled at Patricia and Gillian, as they stood relaxed at the far end of the clinic. They looked down the room towards the examination table. They could see the back of Richard's head as it rested, slightly raised upon the small pillow. Beyond, his long limbs were clearly illuminated, widely spread and raised high in the air by the stirrups. Patricia whispered softly to Gillian, who smiled and went to one of the inbuilt cupboards. She took out a small white sheet, which was about the size of a hand towel. Walking softly, she approached the examination table - and moving around to the side of the young boy, she placed the small sheet between his legs, covering his genitals and lower stomach.

She could feel the heat of his cheeks as, without a word, she brushed the back of her hand to his face in an affectionate gesture.

*

Richard looked down at himself as the minutes ticked by. The silence of the room merely adding to his trepidation and dread at what was to come. Even though his penis was now flaccid and lay between his widely spread legs. The small sheet that covered him gave him little comfort in alleviating his feeling of nakedness and vulnerability.

Suddenly his whole body tensed as he heard the sound of stiletto heels upon the tiled floor of the clinic. He looked anxiously to his right as Jocelyn appeared in the doorway. She walked towards him, looking aloof and clinical in her beautifully tailored white tunic. He was so mesmerized by her appearance that he hardly noticed Mrs. Woodridge enter the room behind her.

He could not help looking at Jocelyn's beautiful face. Perhaps he was hoping for some sign of recognition or acknowledgment as she approached him. Instead, he saw her merely glance at his body and then turn her head towards the nurses. He felt a shiver run through his body and his face flush to a bright red at her indifference as she perfunctorily glanced at his naked body.

Jocelyn was well aware of the boy's nervousness and apprehension. However, she had clearly decided upon her course of action and was determined to play her part to the full. Instead of acknowledging the young boy she looked across at Samantha as the nurses stood to the side of the examination table.

Jocelyn hid the thrill of excitement that suddenly coursed through her body. Here she was at last. Lying before her was the most perfect physical specimen of boyhood, naked, save for the small sheet covering his genitals. His body now spread wide and vulnerable for her to examine and touch as she saw fit. She savored the moment, casually examining his naked form. She could see that he was shivering with embarrassment and that his face was flushed to a bright red. She gave him no hint of what she was about to do to him.

Instead she moved to stand between his widely spread and raised legs. Her voice was clear and business-like as she addressed Samantha, ignoring Richard's blushing countenance.

"I can see, Nurse Beauvoir that you have been most thorough in removing the hair from under his arms. I understand that I am to inspect him before the extractions. Is that correct?"

Samantha smiled at Jocelyn, knowing that Richard could not see her face. Her voice was cool and nonchalant as she replied.

"Yes, the PDPS requires that you become familiar with the physical evidence of increased and acute sexual desire within young boys. This procedure is necessary for your own protection, so it is mandatory that your inspection be carried out thoroughly. We have already discussed the procedure, so if you would like to continue my nurses will assist you as you require."

Richard looked at Jocelyn. His face was a testament to his deep embarrassment. He could not believe the absolute and unremitting feeling of shame that pervaded every fibre of his being. He watched in absolute horror as Gillian, the youngest nurse, moved towards his hip and casually laid her hand upon his chest. Nonchalantly, she reached between his legs, and taking hold of the edge of the sheet, lifted it from his body.

Richard shivered with humiliation as Jocelyn moved closer between his legs and looked down at his bared penis and testicles.

She placed her hands upon the inside of each thigh, just above his raised knees. She could see from his face, that her gentle touch had clearly demonstrated his total vulnerability. Arching an enquiring eyebrow at the young boy, she stroked her fingers over the inside of his thighs and gently down towards his pubis. She rested her thumbs against the crease between thigh and torso as she bent her head to look closely at his freshly bared flesh.

Her voice was crisp and clear as she addressed Samantha. "I can see that waxing is far more effective than shaving. His skin is so smooth now. Yes, that is so much better. He is far less threatening, in fact he now looks just like a little boy."

To Richard's horror she stroked both hands over his pubis, her delicate fingers lifting his testicles and brushing his penis aside as she felt the smoothness of his flesh. He could not help looking at her beautiful face, as nonchalantly, she let her hand dip between the cheeks of his bottom, her soft and intimate touch was so embarrassing to him, that he heard himself elicit a low moan of absolute and utter shame. He felt his cheeks begin to burn with humiliation - and yet to his horror, he felt his penis throb in response to her delicate ministrations. He could not help looking down at himself as his penis began to erect.

Jocelyn looked across at her mother, who had moved to stand beside Samantha. She addressed them both as she delicately placed her finger and thumb around the head of Richard's penis and drew the foreskin down until the pale corona was fully revealed.

"I can see that little boys really have no control over their penises. It does demonstrate the absolute necessity for a physically forced extraction of his semen."

Richard blushed immediately on hearing her words. He felt so utterly humiliated that he could not contain the deep shudder that seemed to ripple from his head right through to his toes.

Jocelyn was in her element. She felt another thrill run through her body as she bent to her task. She squeezed her thighs together in a delicious frisson of pleasure as she smoothed her hands over his flesh, deliberately provoking him so that he would try and alleviate his embarrassment, either by protesting verbally, or physically trying to evade her touch. Suddenly, she felt him try to move his hips in an effort to lessen the sensation of her gentle fingers upon his flesh.

This was the cue she had been waiting for. Quickly she drew her hand back and smacked his naked bottom. Although she had longed for this very moment, she was totally unprepared for quite such an intensity of feeling as her hand met with his timid flesh. It was for Jocelyn another epiphany... and to her surprise the reality of spanking his bared bottom had produced within her slender frame, a far greater feeling of sexual pleasure than she had ever thought possible.

Although her hands continued to gently examine the smoothly waxed flesh of his genitalia, she could not stop her body quivering in a sudden spasm of acute excitement. It was several moments before she was able to take complete control of her emotions.

She addressed him directly for the first time since she had entered the clinic. "Now Richard, I want no nonsense. You are to be a good and well-behaved boy. If you are reluctant or recalcitrant, you will be in breach of the pre-dating procedure and liable to be punished." She watched his mouth open in protest as she continued to stroke her hands intimately over his naked pubis.

Seemingly ignoring the boy's anguished look, she addressed Gillian and Patricia. "I shall check his prostate first. He seems to be clenching his sphincter and I will need full access to his bottom if I am to examine him thoroughly. So would you both stand at either side of his hips and stretch his buttocks for me... oh and Samantha would you kindly hand me some lubricant please. I presume he has been thoroughly cleansed so I shall not need a glove thank you."

Richard looked at Jocelyn in astonishment as she casually talked to the young nurses. He could not believe the casual and assertive way that she had taken charge of the proceedings. He looked at her in acute embarrassment as she took the opened jar of lubricant and dipped her forefinger and middle finger into the jar. He shivered as she held her glistening fingers upright under the strong lights and examined them before leaning forward.

She looked straight into his eyes as she spoke to him. "Now Richard, relax your bottom for me. I am going to slip my fingers inside you and examine your prostate. Now hold still!"

Richard shook and shivered in embarrassment and trepidation as he felt the nurses slip their hands between his buttocks and firmly stretch the flesh of his bottom outwards. He felt a hand press firmly upon his shoulder. He looked up to see that it was Mrs. Woodridge. She looked down into his face and spoke to him. "Now keep still while the nurses stretch your little bottom for you." Her words had the desired effect of bringing an even greater blush to his cheeks.

He shivered and gasped as both nurses suddenly increased the pressure of their hands upon his quivering buttocks until his sphincter was well stretched apart. He shuddered and gasped out loud as Jocelyn deliberately probed her rigid fingers against the opening to his bottom.

"Hooo... ooooOOH." His young body shivered with trepidation.

"Relax Richard," Jocelyn's command was accompanied by a fierce pressure against his sphincter. Before he had time to respond, he felt both of her fingers slide up into his bottom. He grunted and groaned as he felt the humiliating impalement of his anus. "Arrrrgggghh" He gasped out loud, as her fingers suddenly turned inside him.

"Hoooo... ooooOOH." He gasped again, his hips quivering with the acute sensation of his physical and mental anguish. He expelled his breath in a soft hiss as the soft pads of Jocelyn's fingertips pressed against his prostate gland.

"Do try and keep still Richard." Her tone was almost mocking as she casually wrapped her left hand around the base of his penis and drew her fingers upwards. A clear bead of viscous liquid appeared at the opening of the urethra.

Jocelyn turned to Nurse Beauvoir, her beautiful features looking cool and clinical as she spoke. "Oh dear, he seems to have no control at all. I can see that I will have to be very careful with my examination."

Again she raised an enquiring eyebrow at the young boy as she gently pressed her slender fingers upwards against the plump rounded flesh of his prostate gland. She could see that his acute embarrassment had made him blush to an almost purple hue. She held the tip of his rigid penis delicately between her forefinger and thumb, her touch was a mere whisper against his straining flesh as she spoke to him.

"I can see Richard, that I am going to have to take you firmly in hand." Her words seemed to prompt the young boy into an even deeper cocoon of shame as she continued.

"Now Richard, I am going to come and stand by your side while the nurses extract semen from your penis. I want you to be cooperative and not make a fuss. I am going to ask Nurse Practitioner Beauvoir to explain what will happen to you, should you disobey me. Now keep still while I withdraw my fingers from your bottom."

Richard was so embarrassed that he was incapable of a reply. He just blushed profusely as he felt Jocelyn begin to withdraw her slender fingers from within his bottom. He gasped again, his breath hissing from his throat, as her knuckles slipped through his widely stretched sphincter. Suddenly he felt her encase his testicles and weigh them in her hand. He could not believe how humiliated he felt, so open and vulnerable to her every ministration. Try as he might, he could not help looking at Jocelyn as she nonchalantly held his scrotum in her delicate fingers. He was blushing furiously as Nurse Beauvoir leaned over him. She placed her fingers upon his chin and turned his head towards her.

Her voice was firm as she spoke to him as if her were a child. "Now Richard, I must warn you that I can award you a quite severe punishment if you disobey me... or any of my staff. You will be spanked with our regulation paddle and the punishment will be mandatory. There will be no escaping it... and I assure you that it will hurt. I must also warn you... that Miss Jocelyn will be required to administer your punishment, as you are entirely under her charge. I am quite sure that Miss Jocelyn does not want to have to spank you... but I am afraid that that is the law."

Samantha could see the astonishment and embarrassment in his eyes as she continued. "The law requires it Richard. Miss Jocelyn is under an obligation to the state pre-date procedural service to discipline you if she thinks that you warrant it. She is not allowed to deviate from this requirement, so you have been warned. Do you understand what has been said to you?"

Richard could hardly breathe such was his embarrassment. "Please tell me Richard that you understand what has been said to you."

Richard was in such a haze of embarrassment and confusion that he wildly tried to clear his mind. He was blushing profusely as Samantha spoke again.

"Now repeat after me Richard. I understand that Miss Jocelyn Woodridge will be required to administer the paddle to my bared bottom, if I fail to obey any instruction."

Richard could hardly contain his delicate emotions as he tried to repeat her words.

"Erm... Miss erm Jocelyn erm... Woodridge will be ...erm required to spank me if I fail to obey you."

Samantha spoke again. "Well that is the essence of it Richard... so be well warned. You will be taken over Miss Woodridge's knees and your bare bottom will be well paddled."

Jocelyn turned her attention back to the young boy. He looked so young and vulnerable as he lay in abject embarrassment and helplessness. Gently she took her hands away from his smooth flesh. Her voice was now soft and gentle as she spoke kindly to him.

"Right sweetheart. I am just going to come around to your side. You may find the next part of the procedure a little alarming." She moved around the stirrups wiping her fingers upon a tissue as she watched the young nurses as they continued to stretch his buttocks widely apart. Their pretty faces were bent low, their cheeks pressing softly against his widely spread thighs as they awaited further instruction.

She moved to his side and delicately laid the cool palm of her hand over his left nipple. Gently, she stoked the fingers of her other hand against his burning cheek. She noticed that his eyes had never left hers as she gracefully leaned over him. Her voice was even softer as she looked deep into his troubled eyes.

"Now sweetheart, just relax while the nurses do their job." Jocelyn could not only see the anxiety in his eyes, but also a look of pure love and affection as she bent her head closer to his. She could feel the soft rapture of his breath upon her cheek as her lips touched his. Her voice was almost a whisper, as she looked deep into his eyes. "There, there, sweetheart, just keep looking at me."

Jocelyn was aware of movement around her as Mrs. Woodridge moved towards the foot of the examination table. She watched the boy's young face flinch as the nurses began their task. Suddenly his eyes squeezed shut as if he were in pain. Jocelyn quickly risked looking down towards the juncture of his thighs as she felt a nervous shiver run through his body. She smiled to herself as she saw her mother standing between the boy's widely spread thighs. To Jocelyn's surprise, her mother had donned a small apron and was carefully lubricating her fingers. Jocelyn looked back to Richard's face to see that his eyes were still tightly shut.

She decided to concentrate upon Richard's face as she heard him gasp and saw his eyes fly wide open in shock. She knew immediately that his bottom had been penetrated. "There, there, try and keep still now." Jocelyn heard the slip-slap of lubricated fingers penetrating his young bottom as she looked deep into his eyes. She could see his expression of deep distress as they began to arouse him. His naive emotions showed so clearly on his face that Jocelyn felt her body tingle with pure pleasure.

It was a moment of revelation for her, the purity of her pleasure, completely spurred by her absolute dominance over Richard. Each ministration to his body, causing him anguish, each tortured reaction of his young body being immediately translated into her very own exquisite and private pleasure.

His beautiful features betrayed every nuance of his humiliation as his body was inexorably stimulated. Jocelyn moved her hands sensuously across the young boy's chest, her delicate fingertips, toying with the dark aureoles around his nipples. She deliberately accentuated his vulnerability by sliding her hand down over his tummy and caressing the smooth flesh around his pubis. She could see the immediate effect that her actions had upon the young boy, his face flushing to an even deeper hue of redness as he looked at her anxiously.

Samantha looked on in admiration as Mrs. Woodridge skillfully used her slender fingers to stimulate the young boy; her delicate hand buried deep within the cleft of his quivering bottom cheeks was moving unhurriedly, each movement eliciting a low groan as she diligently aroused the timid flesh.

Patricia had gently lifted the plump scrotal sac from between the boy's legs. Her fingers gently stroked and hefted his testes as she watched Gillian carefully take the rigid flesh of his penis between both hands and delicately draw down the foreskin until the flesh was stretched tight.

Samantha moved quietly to stand behind Jocelyn. She stooped down and placed her hands flat against the outer flanks of the young girl's thighs. Sliding her palms upwards, she raised the hem of Jocelyn's tunic until it was bunched around her waist. Her firm naked bottom looked exquisite, with not a wisp of covering to mar the youthful and intimate contours. She felt the young girl shiver as she slipped one hand between her legs and tapped against the inner flesh until she felt Jocelyn obediently stand with her legs astride as she leaned over Richard's body.

Samantha placed her flattened palm firmly against the upper cheeks of Jocelyn's bottom and slid it downwards, allowing her fingers to plough their way smoothly between the soft firm hillocks of her buttocks. She continued the movement until her hand was able to cup the plump mound of her pubis. Samantha relished the feel of the tender young flesh pressing against wrist, now buried between the pliant cheeks of Jocelyn's firm bottom. Samantha rested her hand for a moment before wriggling her fingers gently until she felt the lush peach slices of the labia part to reveal the moist orifice of the vagina.

She could feel the nubile young body quiver with excitement as her fingers insistently and imaginatively stimulated the plump and luxurious swelling. Jocelyn wriggled in delight, allowing Samantha's fingers to slip inside her. She arched her back, thrusting her bottom towards Samantha as she looked down at Richard's anguished features.

Richard was in turmoil, his young body hardly able to cope with the myriad of sensations. He looked into Jocelyn's beautiful face as she looked down at him. Her expression was one of compassion and love, a gentle and concerned illustrious Madonna tending to her child.

Whatever fortitude Richard had had, suddenly dissipated at the first tender and caring words from Jocelyn. Her gentle hand upon his chest had sealed his fate as her devotee. His delicate emotions had succumbed to her caring and sweet gestures so strongly that he looked up to her for help and guidance... and yet his young body was being probed and stimulated to a heightened and intrusive plundering inside the very core of his being.

He could only gasp with shame and indignity as his bottom was stretched wide while gentle and practiced fingers impaled his sphincter. Their insidious intrusion pressing onwards and upwards until he reared his hips in anguish while the very centre of his being was stimulated so skillfully and comprehensively that his body was strung as tightly as a piano wire.

There was shame too as his penis began to throb violently. His cheeks seemed to burst into flame as Jocelyn looked enquiringly at him. "Now try and be a good boy while the nurses extract your semen for you. They are just going to increase the pressure, so try and hold still sweetie." Jocelyn had managed to keep her voice soft and well modulated. The anguished look on Richard's face and the busy fingers of Samantha thrilled her so much that she knew that she was near to orgasm. Even so, she managed to lower her head and kiss the young boy on the lips. As she drew her head back she could see utter anguish in his eyes and knew that he was near to ejaculating. Her own orgasm was not far away -- and as the young boy arched his back, his chest straining upwards towards her, she allowed herself the luxurious feeling of complete abandonment. Her whole body shivered as she experienced the most delightful and delicious orgasm.

She glanced down between the young boy's thighs, as suddenly his eyes squeezed shut. The skilful manipulation of his flesh by her mother and the two young nurses had finally born fruition.

Strong viscous ropes of semen were streaming upwards from the tip of his penis and were being caught in a broad-lipped glass jar that Patricia was holding. The boy's hips shivered and shook in a frenzied series of gyrations as Gillian, using both hands, callously excited every nerve in the rigid shaft and ultra sensitive flesh of the rim of the corona.

In an almost ritualistic movement, Jocelyn took the boy's nipples between the finger and thumb of each hand and squeezed hard. At the same time she lowered her head, watching his eyes fly open in shock as she deliberately increased the pressure as her lips pressed against his. She pressed her tongue deep inside his mouth, echoing the penetration of her mother's rigid fingers embedded deeply inside his quivering bottom.

Jocelyn felt as if a thousand shards of pleasure had suddenly pierced her body, as the young boy arched his back even further from the table. She could see that his physical and mental capacity was unable to cope with the myriad of sensations that were being deliberately and systematically elicited from his young body.

Jocelyn raised her lips from his and watched as his mouth opened wide to gasp for breath. She could see his young chest fill with air -- and then suddenly, his head lay to the side as he fainted with a shuddered exhalation of breath.

Jocelyn looked towards her mother and the two nurses. Their hands had slowed to a tender caress upon the young boy's flesh. A last bead of semen was being scooped off the tip of his penis by the lip of the broad-mouthed jar. Patricia motioned her head towards the glass, indicating the large amount of semen that had been extracted, as Gillian held the beaker up for Jocelyn to see.

Jocelyn nodded and turned her head to look down at Richard. She gently patted his cheek, watching as the color suddenly returned to his face and his eyes opened.

Her heart fluttered as she looked at his face. Everything that she had ever hoped for was clearly written upon his beautiful features. A complete chapter of his feelings - delineated and finely etched for her to read. Even taking for granted his look of pure love, there was a pleading for kindness, a trust that was implicitly for her alone, a yearning for help, that only she could provide -- a complete reliance upon her and her alone.

For Jocelyn the moment was not a revelation, but a clear and concise realization of her true feelings. Her sexual predilections were now absolutely crystal clear to her.

She had garnered far more pleasure from his subjugation than she could ever have felt from any normal physical sexual act. She knew that she would gain as much pleasure from planning his exquisite and torturous embarrassment and humiliation than she could ever feel from surrendering to him.

She looked into his eyes. Her expression was deliberately that of a caring angel of mercy. She was immediately rewarded with such a pleading look that she felt a thrill run through her body. Would he be able to withstand the torment that she had planned -- well he would jolly well have to!

"Right Richard," her voice was cool and clinical. "The nurses are going to get you up off the table and then you are going to be given you a little examination before your next extraction. So promise me that you will be a good little boy and do as you are told, won't you?"

Jocelyn watched his cheeks blush immediately. His eyes focused upon hers, his expression pleading with her, as if to ask that he be spared yet more humiliation. She leaned forward gracefully and kissed him softly upon his trembling lips. "There, there, poor baby, just do as you are told and everything will be alright!"

Jocelyn stood back and looked at him, her mind racing forward with a plethora of possibilities. And it was possible! Everything that she would like to do to this wonderful looking boy was available to her. He would stand naked for her inspection. He would bend, stretch, jump and spread at her whim. He would be spanked, penetrated, embarrassed and humiliated. Everything... was not only possible, but was sanctioned by the PDPS.

My, my Richard, she thought. You are mine, to do with as I please... whatever I want, whenever I want.

*

It was ten minutes later that Richard was standing in the open space of the mobile clinic, facing towards the two captain's chairs. He had been made to stand naked with his legs widely spaced apart and with his hands placed flat upon the top of his head.

The guards stood to the rear of him, each girl positioning herself slightly to the side of his naked body. They glanced at each other in amusement as they watched the boy. It was no surprise to them when he suddenly shivered in embarrassment as Jocelyn walked over from the examination table and seated herself on one of the white, luxurious leather chairs facing him.

They has seen it many times before - a boy made to stand naked, awaiting the leisurely appraisal of his nudity by a young girl. No matter how much initial bravado a boy might have, it was not long before the strict and humiliating regime of the PDPS had them blushing and trembling in acute embarrassment.

The guards and the young nurses watched in satisfaction as Jocelyn looked up at the trembling naked body of her young date. Her eyes traveled over his physique in a casual and unhurried examination, her inspection carefully assessing every inch of his flesh.

They were all well aware of the boy's acute humiliation. Jocelyn looked so aloof and clinical as she examined Richard. Her refined features giving no indication of her prurient interest in the naked figure standing helplessly before her. Her long, beautifully contoured legs were set primly to the side and her knees were pressed together, allowing her slender torso to lean forward as she scrutinized him intently.

Her smooth white cotton tunic was so finely tailored, that it clung sexily to her tiny waist, before under-cupping her full and exquisitely shaped breasts. The graceful line of her neck was angled to perfection, allowing her head to incline gracefully as she completed her visual appraisal. Her expression was thoughtful and serious, giving the boy not one ounce of comfort.

Seemingly ignoring his wretched and woeful expression, Jocelyn turned her attention toward Nurse Practitioner Beauvoir, who quickly handed her one of the two leaflets she held in her hand.

Nurse Beauvoir's voice was clear and businesslike as she began to speak.

"You don't have to read it all Jocelyn - as I will go through it with you now."

She looked across at Jocelyn's mother, who had discarded her apron and was once more displaying her immaculately styled skirt and blouse. Samantha gestured towards the empty chair next to Jocelyn and watched as Victoria sat down stylishly. The two nurses followed Victoria to the open space and took their positions at either side of the security guards.

Richard felt his cheeks burn with a sudden blush as both Jocelyn and her mother causally observed his naked body. He was well aware that his penis and testicles were fully exposed between his widely parted thighs, but he was far too embarrassed to look down at himself. He could feel the cool air circulating around his freshly bared pubis and between the cheeks of his bottom. The hot wax had left his skin silkily smooth and humiliatingly for Richard, looking like he was very much younger. He tried to avoid eye contact by tilting his head further back, as the young nurse practitioner began to speak.

"Now Jocelyn, it is your duty to follow the rules and guidelines of the pre-dating procedure. These rules have been carefully prepared - and all the procedures have been successfully trialed.

I would like you to understand that it is your duty as a responsible young person to adhere to them. It doesn't matter how distasteful you may find the procedures, you must administer them as prescribed in this leaflet. By doing so, you will be helping Richard to abide by the law and behave properly and responsibly. Will you agree to that, Jocelyn?"

Jocelyn would have liked to be able to give Samantha a quick grin, but instead she managed to maintain her serious expression as she looked at the beautiful young nurse, although the huskiness that was apparent in her voice did surprise her as she answered the nurse.

"Of course nurse. I don't want Richard to be in trouble with the authorities... and I am sure that he will understand, that whatever I have to do to him, will be for his own benefit."

It was Samantha's turn to stifle a grin as she began to read from the leaflet.

"Right I will go through the rules and then I will instruct you in the best way to accomplish each procedure.

You will inspect the suitor (in this case, Richard) for sexual arousal during your time with him. This must be carried out at frequent intervals. The exact timing of the interval will be determined by you - and can be honed as you become more knowledgeable about his sexual nature.

Each procedure that you must follow for these inspections is clearly laid out -- and I will go through them with you now.

A young suitor is required to be naked for all inspections.

You may, at any time, designate an experienced female person to help or carry out the inspection on your behalf.

The suitor must always be compliant to your instructions.

The prescribed initial position for inspection is as follows. The suitor must be standing upright. His hands must be clasped upon his head and his feet must be at least a shoulder-width apart."

Samantha indicated towards Richard's naked body. He was blushing profusely as he listened to the nurse. Jocelyn was thrilled to see a shiver run through his body as the nurse continued.

"You will see that Richard has already been placed in the required position."

Samantha looked down at the leaflet once more.

"There are other positions, which you may want him to adopt. These are arbitrary and entirely within your jurisdiction. He must obey all of your instructions without delay or recalcitrance."

Samantha raised her voice slightly as she came to the next paragraph.

"Now Jocelyn, listen to this next part carefully. You are required to adhere to it precisely and completely.

Any hesitation or protestation to your instructions..." she paused for a moment, "must be dealt with immediately. You are required to administer ten strokes of the paddle upon a first infraction... and a further fifteen should the boy show further signs of disobedience. The punishment for a disobedient boy, is not arbitrary, it is compulsory! It must be carried out effectively and immediately.

It is for the boy's own good that he becomes obedient and compliant as quickly as possible.

You will be supplied with a leather paddle, which has been sanctioned for use upon bared buttocks. The boy must either be bent over, or if you prefer, laid across your knees for the comprehensive administration of his chastisement."

Jocelyn could not help looking at Richard's face. She was delighted to see that his face was bright red and that his bottom lip was trembling with embarrassment.

Samantha could see the excitement in Jocelyn's eyes as she carried on.

"You should have no trouble in carrying out inspections or punishments. Most venues where young people gather have a suitable room set aside for the PDPS. The more popular venues often have a room that is also staffed by suitably trained volunteers.

You will see, when you read the pamphlet, that there are illustrations and descriptions of our recommended extraction procedures."

Jocelyn was well aware of Richard's increased agitation, observing him out of the corner of her eye as she looked down and turned the pages of the leaflet.

"As well as the method we have just used, you will find examples where a boy is required to kneel with his bottom raised high - and his knees spread widely apart to allow the easy penetration of his sphincter and of course, unhindered access to his genitalia so that he can be effectively milked."

Jocelyn saw that the boy was fidgeting with embarrassment. His face had blushed to a deep crimson and his bottom lip was trembling visibly.

"There are examples where a boy can be instructed to stand upright with his hands upon his head. With this method, his penis can be manipulated from the side, or from the rear. Of course from the rear, he can be anally penetrated to a far greater extent."

Richard could not believe his ears. He shivered with utter humiliation as the Nurse continued to talk to Jocelyn. He could feel tears of shame well up in his eyes as Jocelyn and her mother observed him with clinical detachment.

"Now, I had better instruct you on how to carry out an inspection upon this young man." Samantha gestured towards Richard, who was now shivering constantly in his absolute shame.

"If you would like to stand up and approach the boy please." She watched as Jocelyn got up gracefully and stood in front of Richard.

"Now the best way to begin an inspection is to stand in front of him and cup his scrotum in the palm of your hand." Jocelyn did not look down, but instead looked deeply into his eyes. She was delighted to see him wince in embarrassment as the coolness of her hand encased the sensitive flesh of his scrotum.

She held his gaze; delighted at his anguish as she hefted his testicles, feeling the deliciously plump orbs move within their scrotal sac.

It seemed to Jocelyn, that she held the very essence of the young boy in the palm of her hand. Nonchalantly she manipulated his plump testes, knowing that this action exacerbated the boy's embarrassment and humiliation.

She looked him at him, quizzically, arching her eyebrow as she fondled his testicles, noting his face flushing to a deeper crimson.

"My you are a sensitive young boy, aren't you Richard!"

She chided him, watching him blush in apprehension, before allowing her fingers to explore beyond the scrotal sac to his perineum. She scored her fingernails along the ridge of engorged flesh, watching him wince with the acute sensation.

She let her fingers play around the sensitive wrinkled flesh before encasing his testes fully in her hand. Deliberately she gave them a firm squeeze, before letting him go. She could see that he was having a battle with himself, a mammoth task for a young boy like Richard, she thought. To have to keep your hands upon the top of the head while your sensitive little balls are being squeezed.

Samantha spoke once more. "Of course you will soon get used to the fluctuations in the size of his testes, especially when you have carried out a few inspections. Now if you move to the side of him, close to his hip."

She watched as Jocelyn obeyed her. The beautiful young girl seemed quite at ease and immediately pressed her body against Richard's thigh.

Jocelyn was absolutely thrilled as she felt his body shiver with trepidation. In response to the delicious feel of his beautiful physique, she pressed her pubis even closer to his hipbone. She was aware that her nipples were hard and aroused as she moved her breasts tantalizingly against his bare skin.

"That's the way... now slip your right hand down between the cheeks of his bottom until your fingers are pressed against his sphincter. At the same time I would like you to completely expose the head of his penis. You will need to pull the skin back tightly for this procedure to be effective.

You will be looking for a bodily response. This will be, either a contraction of the sphincter, or a pulsation within the flesh of the penis. It is quite usual for young men of Richard's age to produce both."

Jocelyn felt the boy shiver uncontrollably as she placed the flattened palm of her left hand against his abdomen. Simultaneously she placed her right hand against the small of his back and slowly let both hands slide down to their intimate destination. Jocelyn thought that the feel of his skin against the palms of her hands was absolutely delicious.

Richard was in turmoil. He had listened with increasing embarrassment to the nurse's humiliating instructions. Then he had obediently stood helpless and ashamed as Jocelyn had held his testicles in the palm of her hand and weighed them as if he was a prized bull.

But now he faced an even further disgrace. As Jocelyn stood close to him, her perfume assailing his nostrils and her young pliant body pressing close to him, he felt a stirring in his loins that he could not control.

Jocelyn felt a thrill run through her body as she deftly slipped her right hand between the cheeks of his bottom, impudently parting the mounds of flesh until her fingertips were pressed firmly against his sphincter.

She felt Richard shudder in trepidation; the proximity of her body and her delicate ministrations, had made goose bumps appear upon his skin. Jocelyn was aware of his growing arousal and deliberately made the movement of her hands sensual and provocative.

She could feel the delicate tissue of his sphincter contracting violently against her fingertips as she delved between his buttocks. With a wicked thrill of audacity, she pushed hard against the tender opening to his bottom.

Her forehead was pressing intimately against his burning cheek as she looked down at his body. In absolute delight, she curled the slender fingers of her left hand around the plump flesh of his penis. She spared him no feeling as she slid his foreskin back until it was stretched tightly against the base of the shaft.

She felt his penis pulse violently and his buttocks tighten against her hand. She knew that the young boy was in turmoil as she stretched the skin of his penis back as tightly as she could, at the same time probing his sensitive sphincter with her fingertips.

It all became too much for Richard. Suddenly he squirmed, thrusting his hips backwards in desperation. His torso bending forward as he tried to escape the acute sensation of her hands upon his body. He took his hands from his head and tried to cover his genitals.

"Oh please noooo miss."

He cried in utter torment, as he tried to cover himself. Tears of shame were in his eyes as he crouched forward in embarrassment and anguish.

Jocelyn let go of him and stood back as he clasped both hands over his penis and testicles. His body was bent forward and his knees had closed together as he crouched in utter humiliation.

Jocelyn was overjoyed with her performance. Whether, instinctively or deliberately, she had known that the total baring of his penis coupled with the pressure she had exerted against his sphincter, would produce a reaction. She was delighted that, even though he had tried to alleviate his distress and embarrassment, he had been careful to avoid touching her. Still humble and acquiescent, she thought, as she looked at him in his shameful crouch.

She was aware that the guards had moved forward ready to deal with the boy, but she graciously held up her hand in a gesture to stop them.

She moved to stand in front of Richard and gently placed her hands upon his head, which was bent low almost to his groin. Her voice was gentle and caring as she spoke to him as one would to a timid animal.

"Listen to me Richard. I have to examine you - and I know you find it embarrassing, but it is something that I must do. So stand up straight and look at me."

She watched him and waited as he struggled with his feelings. Perhaps it was her unerring instincts that had again told her subconsciously, that the boy would obey. She watched as he straightened his body -- and then to her delight, took his hands away from his groin and placed them on his head. His eyes were filled with tears as he looked at her and then obediently shuffled his feet apart until they were widely spread.

His lips were trembling with anguish as she looked intently at his face. His voice was trembling as he struggled with his words.

"Oh miss, I am so sorry, please miss I didn't mean to... to..." He could not complete his sentence as Jocelyn continued looking into his anguished face. She placed her fingers against his cheek, her expression showing a loving concern as she looked into his eyes.

"I know Richard. Don't cry, sweetie."

Jocelyn had to stifle the thrill she felt as the boy gave her a look of pure love and adoration. Even through his reddened face and tears, she could see that the boy was entirely within her thrall.

Deliberately she looked down at his groin, noting that in spite of his anguish, his penis had swelled and had begun to erect.

She looked up and held his gaze, pondering how to handle him. She could see something in his face as well as his shame and despair at his involuntary arousal. Was it a desire to please her... or was it his determination to acquiesce?

Jocelyn was not sure, but she was almost certain that he was hers. Of course she would test him, but she felt a growing confidence that he would obey her.

She moved to his side once more and placed her hands upon him. Again, her fingers slipped between the cheeks of his bottom as she curled the fingers of her left hand around the shaft of his penis and withdrew the skin until it was held tight, once more, against the base of the shaft.

She could feel his penis throb violently as her hand applied a firm pressure around the rigid flesh. Simultaneously, she pressed the fingers of her right hand against the sensitive membranes of his sphincter, feeling his young body shudder with the sensation of her probing.

"Oh... arggh," he cried as she increased the pressure. His voice was shaky and hoarse.

Although his body was quivering and shaking with emotion, he did not try to evade her as she felt his buttocks contracting against her hand. She deliberately squeezed his penis with an even greater pressure, watching him wince, but knowing that he would not try to evade her.

Jocelyn pressed her face close to his burning cheek as she spoke to Nurse Beauvoir.

"I can feel pulsations in his penis and his sphincter is contracting. So I am assuming that this is an indication that he is sexually aroused."

Samantha had to stifle a giggle as Jocelyn spoke to her so innocently. She had watched with admiration as Jocelyn had taken charge of the boy. Samantha had become aware that Jocelyn seemed to have an innate knowledge of how to handle the boy and was quite sure that, although Richard would be utterly embarrassed and humiliated by her, he would obey her completely.

Samantha spoke clearly as she watched Jocelyn's hands play upon the penis of the young boy. Jocelyn was deftly pulling the foreskin up along the shaft and then back down, causing the boy to suddenly gasp and with emotion as she purposefully aroused him.

Samantha could not deny the thrill she felt as she answered Jocelyn's question.

"Yes Jocelyn, those are the symptoms exactly, though of course they will not be manifested so clearly after he has been milked at regular intervals."

Jocelyn could not help smiling to herself as she carefully took her hands from the trembling youth and moved to stand in front of him again. She looked down at his penis, noting that he was now fully erect and that the tip of his penis was pointing upwards towards her. How embarrassing for him, she thought. It must be so humiliating for a young boy, having such a physical manifestation of one's sexual feelings.

She placed her fingers under his chin and looked him in the eye.

"Now Richard, I know that you are not generally a disobedient boy, but you know what I must do to you now, don't you?" Her voice was soft and gentle, but yet still carried a tone of authority as she looked deeply into his eyes.

Richard's face immediately blushed to a deep hue of red. He looked anxiously at Jocelyn as he spoke.

"Oh please miss... noooo. I promise that I will do everything that you say. Please miss... not that, oh please, I couldn't bear it!"

Jocelyn took her hand away as she looked into his face. She could not help the sudden thrill that ran through her slender body as she spoke sternly to him. "I am sorry Richard, there is no escaping it. You know that I must punish your bottom. It is for your own good that you learn quickly and thoroughly. It is essential that I instill into you the simple fact... that you must obey the rules."

As she was watching Richard's wretched look of torment, Jocelyn noticed out of the corner of her eye, that one of the young nurses was placing a hard-backed chair behind the young boy.

She spoke again. "Place your arms by your sides Richard and look at me."

She watched his body shiver from head to foot as he slowly took his hands from his head.

She moved forward and placed her fingers gently on each cheek of his reddened face.

"Be a brave boy Richard... and take your punishment. It is truly for your own good. Now promise me!"

Jocelyn did not wait for a reply but moved to stand behind him. She could hardly contain her excitement or the tingling feeling between her legs as she sat down upon the hard-backed chair. She smiled at Patricia before leaning forward and taking hold of the boy's hips from behind.

"Turn around Richard and come and stand at my side." She could feel his naked body shiver violently as he turned towards her. His face was a mask of anguish as she made him stand to her right-hand side. He looked totally bereft of any self-esteem, as he stood upright beside her chair. His hands were at his sides and his erect penis was jutting outwards and upwards as was if it was a visible testament to his utter humiliation.

Jocelyn was absolutely in her element. She intended to savor and cherish every minute of the young boy's complete humiliation. Her white tunic dress had already risen up above mid thigh as she had seated herself. Deliberately she took the hem and pulled it towards her, baring the lightly tanned skin to a point, which only just hid the smooth and plump mound of her pubis. Her knees were pressed together as she looked up at Richard's anguished face.

"I am sorry that I have to do this Richard. You have been a naughty little boy and I am going to spank your bottom. I know that you are embarrassed but it is my duty to chastise you."

Richard hung his head in shame and yet he could not help looking at her beautiful bared legs. He shivered in his humiliation. The thought that this beautiful young girl was going to take him over her knees and spank him like a child was so humiliating to him that he could hardly draw breath. He flinched in utter trepidation as she placed her hand around him. He felt the cool palm of her hand upon his bottom as she drew him to her.

"Over you go Richard."

He gasped as her delicate fingers cupped his bulging scrotum and gently pulled on his testes.

"I want you right over my knees until you can rest your hands on the floor. Come along now. If I have any more disobedience I shall be required to increase the severity of your punishment."

Richard was shivering with the utter indignity of his position. He gasped and then shivered in shame, letting his body bend to face his ultimate degradation. With a sigh of absolute resignation, he allowed himself to fall forward, reaching out with his hands until they were placed flat on the floor.

He shivered as he felt Jocelyn encircle the base of his penis and the neck of his scrotum with her finger and thumb. He felt a sensation of helplessness as she nonchalantly adjusted his genitals so that they became firmly entrapped between her bared thighs.

He could feel her legs moving sensuously against his penis as she maneuvered him across her knees until his head was hanging down against the smooth flesh of her shapely calf. He felt a shiver run through his body as she extricated her hand from beneath him. He could not help his eyes filling with tears of shame as he lay helplessly over her pretty knees.

Now that her face could not be observed, Jocelyn looked up at her mother and smiled wickedly. As if demonstrating her success, Jocelyn gently smoothed her hand across the naked cheeks of the young boy' bottom.

Victoria smiled at her daughter, knowing that for Jocelyn this was a culmination of one of her strongest sexual desires. She looked at the tableau before her. A beautiful young man, draped gracefully over the bared thighs of her young daughter, awaiting his humiliating chastisement.

Jocelyn squeezed her thighs together in a frisson of sexual delight. She could feel Richard's penis throb with an answering pressure, despite his ignominious predicament.

She did not have to ask for the paddle, as Gillian stepped forward and held out the black leather instrument of pain.

This moment for Jocelyn was so poignant and delicious that she did not wish to abandon it so readily. She sat silently for a moment. Her thoughts concluded that... a prelude to his first punishment must be made memorable for him. It must be made an exquisite embarrassment that he would always associate with her. A delicious and binding submission to her will.

"Now Richard, I am going to commence your punishment. I am duty bound to make it as effective as I am able, so that you do not repeat your recalcitrant behavior. Therefore I want you to relax your bottom cheeks so that they are openly disposed to embrace the paddle."

Deliciously, Jocelyn smoothed her left hand over the small of his back to join her other hand upon his upturned buttocks. She inserted the fingertips of both hands, dipping into the crevice of his bottom and pulled the twin hillocks of flesh apart.

"Now relax the flesh Richard, come along now... you must embrace the paddle as I administer it to your little bottom."

Richard gasped with shame as he felt his bottom cheeks being spread apart. Her words and actions shamed him to the core.

"Come along, let the flesh relax so that I can spank your bare bottom to good effect."

Jocelyn could not have accredited her words or actions to any forethought or planning. But the thrill she felt was so intense that she knew that she would not be able to accomplish his punishment without reaching a climax.

She squeezed her legs together, feeling his erect penis pulse against the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, as stretched his buttocks apart. She could not resist the sudden impulse to raise her right hand and smack the cheeks of his bottom with a sharp resounding slap.

"Come along Richard, let your buttocks relax and try and raise your bottom a little for me, there's a good boy."

Richard was almost blinded by embarrassment as he tried to concentrate upon the task of relaxing his buttocks. Timidly he pressed his bottom upwards, feeling utterly foolish as he felt the cool air play around the sensitive flesh between the cheeks of his bottom.

"That's much better. Now try and keep still while I administer the paddle to your naughty little bottom."

Jocelyn smiled an apology to Gillian as she took the paddle from her. The handle felt comfortable in her hand as she experimented with her grip.

"Just keep those cheeks relaxed now Richard."

With these words she placed her left hand around his hips and pulled him towards her. She could feel the shaft of his penis barely touching the well-fleshed peachy slices that were the lips of her labia. In a delicious moment of heightened arousal and expectation, she held him tightly against her. Raising the paddle, she brought it down with a sharp smack upon the firm glistening cheeks of the young boy's bottom.

"Smack."

Richard gasped. The smarting of the paddle was not unbearable, but the shame of it was... an exquisite and enduring agony for the young boy.

"Smack."

As the second stroke fell over his upturned buttocks, tears of shame fell down his cheeks. He gasped and groaned as Jocelyn applied the paddle to his young flesh.

Richard was almost delirious with the shame of his punishment. He gasped as each stroke fell. "Smack... smack... smack." Involuntarily, he heard himself cry out as the fifth stroke was applied to his bared buttocks.

"Oh please miss, I am so sorry, please miss."

Although his bottom was smarting with the sting of the paddle, he knew that it was the shame and humiliation of his punishment that had made him cry out and plead with her.

Jocelyn felt the inevitability of her orgasm as she squeezed her thighs even more tightly together. Richard's distress only served to heighten her pleasure as he pleaded with her. She was sure that he was quite unaware that the side of the shaft of his penis was rubbing against the outer lips of her labia. She was delighted with sight of his body, as he wriggled and squirmed in his private and mortifying torment.

"Smack."

The sixth stroke heralded the onset of her orgasm. It was an inevitable tide of exquisite emotion that seemed to rush through her body like a maelstrom. She bit her bottom lip as she raised the paddle for the seventh stroke. Her hips moved forward, almost grinding into the shaft of his penis as she brought the paddle down against the quivering flesh of his bottom.

"Smack."

She climaxed at the very moment that the paddle flattened the flesh of his buttocks. Shards of exquisite pleasure pierced and accented the deluge of sexual sensation that permeated every nerve of her young body.

Jocelyn hesitated before delivering the eighth stroke, allowing herself the delicious and sensual pleasure of extending her climax. Her movements were almost feline as she allowed her body to move sinuously, pulling his writhing hips closer to her as she brought the paddle down hard against his quivering buttocks.

"Smack"

Surprisingly, her voice was clear and precise as she addressed him. "Relax your bottom Richard, I will not allow you to evade your punishment. Come along, push your bottom up and relax your cheeks."

Richard was in an unremitting emotional turmoil. He had not been allowed to hide himself away in his cocoon of shame. Rather, he had been made to participate and provide access to his flesh. The humiliating command to raise his bottom and relax his buttocks, only for her to beat them with the leather paddle, shamed him to the core.

He still could not countenance the utter degradation of being soundly spanked by the prettiest girl he had ever seen. He would never had believed, as she had greeted him across from the college playing fields, that he would now be lying naked over her knees while she spanked his bottom.

"Smack." The ninth stroke fell as Jocelyn felt another wave of exquisite and unbridled pleasure infuse and invade her young body.

Deliciously, she squeezed her legs together, feeling the hardened shaft of his penis against the proud mount of her pubis. She let the wave of pleasure envelop her as she held the paddle high in the air.

She did not trust herself to speak again as she brought the paddle down across the very centre of the young boy's buttocks.

"Smack."

She felt another delectable shiver of excitement as the boy writhed across her knees.

She laid the leather paddle upon the floor and placed her right hand, flattened, against the quivering cheeks of Richard's reddened bottom.

"There, it's all over for the time being." She stroked her palm over the smooth upturned flesh and looked down at his face. She could not see his expression, but could clearly see that he had been crying.

"Poor Richard, having to have his bottom spanked in front of all these pretty nurses, whatever must they think of you! Come along then let's get you up."

Jocelyn was quite thankful for presence of the young nurses as they helped the boy to his feet. She noticed that his penis was still hard and completely erect as the nurses turned him and positioned him facing away from her. They had made sure that he was standing with his legs spread wide and with his hands, once more, placed upon the top of his head.

Jocelyn sat for a moment admiring his firm reddened buttocks. His slim body looked so delectable to her, as she stood up behind him and placed her hand upon his bottom. She leaned her head forward and spoke to him, her chin resting against the nape of his neck.

"Right Sweetie, absolute obedience now. You must obey my instructions exactly. Do you understand?"

She could see the boy blush as he stammered an answer.

"Oh yes Miss... erm I will do as you say."

"Good boy Richard."

She held her breath for a moment, before savoring her words.

"I want you to bend right over and grasp your ankles." She could see his body shiver as he heard her instruction.

"Quickly now!"

She could see the boy struggling with himself. Obviously he wanted to know whether she was going to spank him again, or at least to ask why he was being instructed to bend over.

Jocelyn did not bother to wait for him to obey; instead she spoke quietly to Patricia and Gillian.

"Would you fetch me the lubricant and the glass beaker please? I am going to extract his semen while he is standing." Gillian smiled at her as she nodded and then gestured towards the young boy. Jocelyn was delighted to hear him sigh with embarrassment as he bent over, keeping his knees straight as he grasped his ankles. She was well aware how embarrassing it was for him. His legs were spread wide apart, revealing his plump testicles as she looked between his legs.

Deftly, she slipped her hand between his widely parted thighs and cupped his testicles in her hand. She heard him gasp with the indignity of being handled so familiarly -- and yet he did not protest.

"Good boy Richard, you seem to be learning your place." She held his scrotum firmly, gently kneading the swollen testes within her fingers. She could hear his labored breathing and his gasps of embarrassment as held him captive in his embarrassing posture.

She became aware that the young nurse had returned. She looked at her mischievously and gave her a knowing smile. The nurse took Jocelyn's left hand and held it outwards. She was delighted as Gillian squeezed a generous line of lubricant from the tube and smeared it over her first two fingers.

Jocelyn felt a frisson of delight as she let go of the boy's testicles and slipped her lubricated left hand between the widely spread cheeks of his bottom.

"Keep still Richard, you are in a very good position for a smack-bottom." She knew that he would not be able to withstand the desire to clench his buttocks as she pressed her fingers against the opening to his bottom. She could feel his sphincter contracting wildly as she pressed more firmly. He shuddered, his buttocks quaking as she smeared the lubricant over the membranes of his sphincter.

She probed harder, forcing the soft fingertips against the neat little rosebud covering his anus.

His wide stance and bent over position, afforded the young boy very little protection. Suddenly, Jocelyn felt the tightly clenched stricture give way to her relentless and insistent probing.

Richard was shamed to the core. His position was particularly humiliating... and somehow it seemed utterly shameful that he was holding such a vulnerable position, offering complete access to her while she impaled his bottom.

"There we are Richard, now just relax while I penetrate you fully. Keep your hands around your ankles and try and keep still."

She could feel his body shiver with dread as she slipped her right hand around his waist until it lay flat against his pubic bone. She let it slip downwards until she could feel the erect shaft of his penis against the heel of her hand. She pulled against him firmly, allowing some purchase for the fingers that were to completely invade his bottom.

"Oooohhh... missss, please nooo. Argggh."

His protest ended in a loud gasp as Jocelyn slipped both fingers up through his sphincter and into his anus. As she turned her hand she immediately found the plump swelling of his prostate gland. She pressed against the pliant mound with the soft pads of her fingertips.

Jocelyn knew, that the violent shudder that ran through his body was ultimately confirming the correct positioning of her fingers. She was delighted with her performance of handling of him so deftly. She pushed her hand firmly up between the cheeks of his bottom, hearing his loud gasp as she applied a firm pressure to his prostate gland.

He was shivering profusely as she deftly encircled the erect shaft of his penis with the fingers and thumb of her right hand.

Her voice was clear and authoritative as she instructed him.

"Right young man. Let's have you standing upright now - with your hands back upon the top of your head. No nonsense... I don't want to have to spank your naughty little bottom again."

Richard could barely focus his mind enough to obey her instruction. His embarrassment was so acute that he shivered in anguish.

He let go of his ankles and began to straighten up slowly, testing the sensation within his bottom as his buttocks tightened against her hand.

"Ooohh miss." He cried involuntarily as Jocelyn slipped her fingers along the shaft of his penis and grasped the foreskin. She pulled it back baring the head of his penis in one deft movement.

Richard was gasping and groaning as he reluctantly placed his hands upon his head. He felt utterly foolish as he shivered and shook. He was aware that his penis was throbbing with sensation. He could not help looking down at himself, to see Jocelyn's delicate fingers curled firmly around the shaft of his penis.

His shame was greatly manifested by his own arousal. The feeling that Jocelyn was producing within his bottom and over the shaft of his penis was excruciatingly intense and profound.

Jocelyn moved her head around the beautiful contour of his body. Her cheek pressed against his slender torso as she peered down at his erect penis. His breath was rasping within his throat as his mouth opened wide in an anguished but silent cry.

Jocelyn knew that the boy would not last long. Although it had not been long since he had ejaculated, his body was quivering like a tightly harnessed bowstring. Her right hand moved deftly and expertly over his penis. The soft skin was being retracted tightly against the base of the shaft, before being pulled forward, diligently and skillfully.

She increased the tempo of her strokes, her forefinger deliberately scraping the little indent of the head where the frenulum joined the glans. She could feel a tremor run through his body as she cruelly stimulated the sensitive tissue.

His naïve and anguished response to her ministrations upon his throbbing penis, was an involuntary shudder. His flesh seemed to quake each time she deliberately scored her fingernail against the soft skin of the prepuce.

Jocelyn was delighted with the boy. She was aware that her stimulation of his naïve young flesh was agonizingly intense -- and yet she could not help but humiliate him further. Even though her hand was busily extracting every vestige of sensation from the young boy, her voice remained cool and clinical.

"My, oh my, Richard, what a sensitive little boy you are. Now try and keep still so that I am not obliged to spank you again."

She looked at her mother, who was watching the boy intently. Jocelyn spoke to her, deliberately choosing words that she knew would belittle him even more.

"Oh dear mother, little boys seem to wriggle and squirm so much when they are being milked. Perhaps I should have spanked his bottom more thoroughly."

Victoria looked at her young daughter, admiring her handling of the boy's physical, as well as psychological subjugation. She spoke in a matter of fact tone as she answered her.

"Perhaps Jocelyn... Richard would find it more salutary, if you were to administer a thorough bedtime spanking when you go up to kiss him goodnight. Little boys are so much more manageable after they have been soundly spanked at bedtime. There is nothing more effective than a boy feeling the sting of his soundly spanked bottom as he cries himself to sleep." Jocelyn found it hard to stifle the giggle that welled up inside her. She turned her head to see that Richard's face was blotched with an intense and deep crimson blush. Both Victoria and Jocelyn knew, that although the boy was hardly in a state to assimilate the full extent of what had been said, he would certainly recall it before too long.

She could not help herself as she deliberately stiffened her fingers inside his bottom and prodded him, impudently impaling him upon her hand, while she simultaneously increased the pressure of her fingers around his hardened penis.

"Come along Richard, I want nice big spurts of semen from you. Show the nurse what a clever boy you are and give her lots of lovely strong gushes, so that she can collect them in her jar."

Richard was wreathed in a combination of intense humiliation and sexual arousal. Both feelings were so profound that he could not come to terms with them.

He blushed deeply, his reddened cheeks flushing even more profusely as one of the nurses moved to his side. Her knowing smile made him shiver in utter humiliation as she held the jar in front of him. His whole being was one of absolute and unremitting distress as he looked at the nurse's face.

Perhaps it was that knowing smile. His absolute shame at the thought, that the nurse had predicted the inevitability of his ejaculation -- and was waiting, ready to capture his emission within her glass beaker

At that moment, Jocelyn pressed hard against his prostate gland, prodding it vigorously. His body stiffened as if he was in the grip of a seizure. He held his breath as his spine arched backwards and his mouth hung open in a mute cry.

Jocelyn watched his penis intently as her hand flew across the sensitive flesh, her fingers stimulating him from base to very tip. Cruelly she let her fingers smooth over the smooth ridge of the corona without the soothing benefit of his foreskin. She let her fingernails score gently over the underside of the glans, feeling him shudder at the intensity of her agonizing sexual onslaught. She thrilled as the first, of a series of thick streams of semen, jetted from the opening, splattering against the bottom of the jar as Patricia tilted it forward.

Jocelyn made sure that her voice was calm and quite clinical as she spurred him on.

"Come along Richard, this is a mandatory extraction. I want nice big spurts from you. Now try not to wriggle while I stimulate inside your little bottom."

Her embarrassing words seemed to spur the boy on even more. He drew his breath in deeply as his penis continued to spit forth huge globules of semen into the waiting beaker.

She prodded hard against the pulsing gland within his bottom, while her hand continued to diligently milk his penis. With an intense shudder, Richard's body seemed to go slack, as if his life force had been drained from him.

Jocelyn drew her hand upwards from the base of his penis, bringing to the tip, a large bead of pearlescent semen, which Patricia scooped up with the lip of the jar. She watched as Patricia took a medicated wipe from her pocket.

Jocelyn smoothed her hand down the shaft of his penis and on to the tightened bulging sac beneath, letting her fingers lazily caress the sensitive skin of his scrotum. Delicately she took his testicles in her hand and squeezed firmly.

Richard shuddered as Jocelyn held his testes firmly in her hand, she watched as the nurse nonchalantly took his swollen penis between her slender fingers and wiped the tip, causing him to jerk his hips backwards with the intensity of the sensation. Patricia motioned to Jocelyn with a sideways tilt of her head, indicating towards Richard' face.

Jocelyn understood immediately that this was an excellent opportunity to bond the boy to her. She extricated her hand gently from his bottom, feeling him shiver as her knuckles stretched his sphincter.

She moved to stand in front of him and held his head in her hands.

"Take your hands from your head and put them by your sides."

Richard obeyed as if in a stupor. Jocelyn moved her body forward, deliberately pushing her breasts against his chest as she put her arms around his neck. She pressed her beautiful lips against his and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him deeply, looking into his eyes as her gentle fingers played with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

She prolonged the kiss, feeling his body seemingly melt into hers, as she overwhelmed him.

At last she moved back and looked into his eyes.

"There my sweet love. I knew you would not let me down. Now I am going to kiss you again"

She moved forward, this time placing one arm around his neck as her lips covered his. As she kissed him, she reached down and cupped his testicles within the palm of her hand, gently letting her fingers encase the entire scrotum.

Moving her lips from his for a moment, she whispered to him. "You are my sweetheart, aren't you Richard?" She searched his eyes, her young body thrilling to see the absolute openness of unreserved adoration emanate from his young and beautiful face.

She moved her lips back against his as she gently squeezed his scrotum. She could feel his body shivering against her. She slipped her fingers further around the sac that held the vulnerable egg-shaped orbs of his testes and delicately squeezed. As his mouth opened in a gasp, she slipped her tongue between his parted lips. Forcefully she explored the inside of his mouth, her tongue playing against his as she kissed him deeply.

The myriad of emotions that Richard felt, were so manifest and complex that he could never have voiced them. He looked at Jocelyn as she finally withdrew her lips from his. He looked into her eyes; his expression was mixture of subjugation and wonderment.

Her voice was soft and gentle. "Well Richard, are you my sweetheart?"

His voice was almost a whisper. "Oh yes miss... oh please.'

*

Miss Watts was seated at her new and extremely expensive Italian-designed desk. It was one of the provisions that had been paid for by the college board of governors. In fact their generosity for the new facility had been so magnanimous that Miss Watts would have been quite surprised at their sudden munificence, had it not been for her certain knowledge that they had received a grant from the PDPS state fund, which had more than covered the new expense.

The new facility would be opening its doors for the first time this evening. The opening was timed to coincide with the Randolph College annual ball, which would be the premier social event of this elite college.

Miss Watts was well aware that the ball would be a much happier affair for the young girls of the college - and would probably be, at the very least, most embarrassing for the young boys.

The Pre-dating Procedural Service had been quickly assimilated into the college social welfare program. The college headmistress had taken the new initiative on board, as soon as it had been proposed. She was a stalwart and enthusiastic supporter of women's rights -- and Miss Watts thought, not without some liking for having an entirely unprecedented amount of control over the young men of the college.

The first time that Miss. Watts had learned about the PDPS and its various aims and procedures had been nine months ago. She had in the course of her duties as Pastoral tutor and Liaison officer of Randolph College, received paperwork on the government's solution to reducing the occurrence of date rape within the state.

The implication of the initiative was for educational establishments, having students within the eighteen to twenty-one age groups, to provide a facility, funded by the PDPS, which would curb the sexual activities of male students and lessen their sexual inclinations and demands upon the females of the college.

The paperwork had been quite vague on how this was to be achieved. But Miss. Watts, true to her responsible nature, had enquired further, asking for more information of the courses that the PDPS would provide for participating colleges.

Camilla Watts would not have said of herself that she was an ambitious person. However, she did believe in doing her duty, both diligently and effectively. When the PDPS had received her enquiry they had telephoned immediately to arrange her enrolment. She had not known that the photograph of herself, she had been obliged to enclose with her application, had taken her application to the top of the list.

She had been rather surprised at the speed and persuasiveness of the PDPS in getting her to enrol for an immediate course. However she felt it her duty to fully understand any changes to the laws that would affect the school.

Duly, she had enrolled in their course of sixteen night classes. She had had to drive into the city, a distance of thirty-five miles. But had, in her usual fashion, accepted the extra challenge with the same dutiful attitude that was inherent in her character. She had not thought to mention her enrolment to other staff in the college. It was for Camilla just a necessary extra duty that she thought would be required of any College Pastoral Care Officer.

Camilla had never considered herself to be physically beautiful, although she would not deny that her face and figure were attractive. She had no husband or regular boyfriend -- and had found what relationships that she had had, to have been less than satisfactory. So it had been no imposition to her social life, to be able to arrive at the offices of the PDPS at the appointed time for her first night class.

Her first introduction to the course at the PDPS had been a revelation to her. Of course, in her duties as Pastoral Care Officer at the college, she had counselled many young boys and had had to be witness to many bared-bottom canings. However her initiation into the Pre dating Procedural Service had left her breathless and astonished.

The course leader, a Mrs. Lawrence, had greeted her warmly to her small office. Mrs Lawrence was a woman of about forty-five years old. She was extremely attractive with clear intelligent eyes that, Camilla thought, seemed perceptive and rather amused. Her dark tailored jacket and skirt revealed a figure that was shapely and well toned.

She had seemed delighted to see Camilla and having seated her, had introduced her to the aims and procedures of the service. Her description of the service had been couched in quite ambiguous terms, much of it dealing with the legal and logistical side of the work.

Camilla had listened with careful attention to everything that had been said to her. She had been surprised and intrigued when learning the full extent of the judicial powers that the PDPS held within the government of the state... and now, it seemed, also within the education system. Camilla had several questions that she would have liked to ask Mrs. Lawrence. However before Camilla could voice her queries, Mrs. Lawrence had gently put her hand upon Camilla's shoulder and interrupted her train of thought.

"Now I know that you will have lots of questions about our work, my dear, but just be patient. First, there is a questionnaire that I would like you to fill out."

She gave Camilla a warm smile as she pushed the sheaf of forms towards her.

"I would like you to give your full attention to the questions and answer them openly and truthfully. I will leave you alone to do that. You have lots of time... so I would like full and explicit answers please."

As Mrs. Lawrence left the office, Camilla studied the forms in front of her. Having filled out the first two pages of standard information about herself, she turned to the third page.

She began to read, her face suddenly flushing to a pink blush as she looked at the questions. The questions were entirely of a sexual nature and enquired of her attitude towards a variety of intimate situations. Camilla's embarrassment was almost palpable by the time she had finished filling out the questionnaire. She had never been asked to reveal so much of her inner feelings before... and as she sat back she wondered why they would want such information.

Mrs. Lawrence returned to the office only seconds after Miss Watts had laid down her pen. She looked at Camilla and smiled and held up her hand.

"Now bear with me for a few moments." Mrs. Lawrence smiled kindly. She sifted through the forms, quickly making sure that all the questions had been answered fully and reading the answers of one or two of the more explicit ones before she spoke again.

"Well, Miss. Watts, rather than deal with your questions verbally, I am going to show you the true extent of the PDPS. If you would like to come with me, perhaps I can enlighten you a little further."

She led the rather bewildered Camilla into another room, which was equipped with several comfy leather chairs facing a large flat-screen television.

"Now I have told you about some of the aims of the service, which might have seemed quite vague. However now I will introduce you to the practical aspects of the PDPS, which will leave you in no doubt as to the import of our work. If you would like to watch the screen please. Oh... and do listen to what is being said. Words are a very important part of the PDPS stratagem. "

The screen went from black to a scene that had Camilla opening her mouth in disbelief. Two young girls, dressed in the uniform of the PDPS security guards were escorting a naked boy into a large tiled room. The boy was moving reluctantly, his face was bright red and his lips were trembling.

The architecture of the room was very modern. It was equipped with a plethora of medical equipment, which was all of the latest design. In the centre of the room stood an examination table with its stirrups already mounted high and wide.

The picture on the screen was in high-definition and Camilla could see that the slender body of the young man was completely bereft of hair. His freshly bared genitalia seemed to accent the jut of penis, which was semi-erect and stood forward from his bulging scrotum.

The girls seemed quite unmoved by the boy's distress as they held his wrists firmly and ushered the blushing youth at a quick march. They stood him in the centre of the room and quickly placed his hands upon the top of his head.

Camilla sat and watched with increasing excitement and disbelief at what she saw upon the screen. Her demure face began to blush as she began to realize what was about to happen. She watched in fascination as two young nurses entered the room. Following behind the nurses, was a young woman, who moved to stand in front of the boy.

The woman, who was obviously in charge of the proceedings, was dressed in a smart business suit that might have been suitable for work in the city, had it not been for the black leather paddle she held in her hand. She smiled at one of the nurses as she spoke softly to her.

"A chair, please nurse!"

The woman turned her attention to the blushing boy as she began to address him.

"Now Oliver you have been a very naughty and disobedient little boy and I am sorry to hear that I have to punish you before I start your extractions. The nurses tell me that you were quite uncooperative while you were being prepared... so I have no alternative but to administer a sound spanking to that pretty little bottom of yours. You know that if you are disobedient again, that I will double the strokes. So you had better be a very good boy from now on." She looked behind her to see that the nurse had placed the hard-backed chair in a suitable position. "Come along Oliver, over my knees now."

Mrs. Lawrence, observed Camilla carefully as the demure young tutor watched the scenario unfolding before her. She could see that there was a genuine frisson of excitement upon her face as she gave her full attention to the happenings upon the screen.

The film was just over one hour long and Mrs. Lawrence had plenty of time to both, read the questionnaire and to observe every nuance of her young protégé's reaction to the images being displayed to her.

Although Camilla was dressed conservatively, Mrs. Lawrence noticed that the young tutor was indeed very shapely. Her torso was slender and yet her breasts were full and firm. She had noticed on several occasions that Camilla would pull her cardigan together, perhaps trying to hide the fact that she did not need or wear a bra. Mrs. Lawrence was certainly aware that the young woman's nipples had hardened with excitement as she sat and watched the television screen.

She waited until the film had finished, aware that Camilla had been completely absorbed by what she had seen. She had decided that the demure and seemingly naïve Camilla Watts would make an ideal PDPS administrator. She had noted that the girl had shown excitement at the merciless milking of the young man on the screen - and also that she had seemed to derive pleasure from the image of the young boy being soundly spanked with the regulation paddle.

Mrs. Lawrence could see that Camilla was embarrassed as she looked intently at her. Perhaps Camilla had realised that her sexual arousal had not gone unnoticed. Mrs. Lawrence ignored the young woman's blushing face as she spoke to her, knowing the tasks that she would soon be required to perform.

"Well Camilla dear, would you like to follow me through to the medical facility next door. I would like to get you started on your practical training. Tonight we have three young men for you to practice on. You will find that my staff are all expert teachers... and they will instruct you in how to handle these cocky young men, so you need have no concerns. During the progress of this course, you will learn every method of semen extraction. You will also learn how to administer punishment and how to properly subjugate these young men so that they are no longer a sexual threat to the girls of the colleges."

She paused for a moment and slipped her arm around Camilla's waist. "Oh and by the way, the young lady that you saw on screen, was only in her second week of training"

Before Camilla could reply, they had passed through the doorway into the same medical facility that she had observed in the film.

Mrs. Lawrence ignored the complete look of shock upon Camilla's face as she continued.

"Now the first young man that you are going to see will be fully dressed, so we will start with the correct procedure for stripping him. These young boys are often recalcitrant when they are first stripped, so this first part of the procedure will usually require you to administer at least ten strokes of the paddle."

Mrs. Lawrence had a hard job of keeping a straight face as she saw Camilla suddenly blush with embarrassment. She put her arm around her slender shoulders as she continued.

"I would imagine Camilla that this is going to be the first time that you have had a naked young man lying over your knees while you spank his tender young bottom."

It was one month later, in the early evening that Camilla was once again seated in front of Mrs. Lawrence. They had become firm friends during the intensive PDPS course... and Camilla knew that she would miss the company of Jane Lawrence and her staff.

"Well Camilla, you have certainly been a star pupil. We have all been most impressed with your understanding of the psyche of the young men that you have had to deal with during the last four weeks.

Your physical manipulation has been exemplary and diligent. But I think that your intuitive and innate sense of what will embarrass and humiliate a young man goes far beyond what we had expected from you. I think that we both know that you have learned a great deal about yourself - and I know that you will find that this will, not only make you a first class administrator, but will bring you far greater happiness within your personal life."

She watched the colour rise in Camilla's cheeks as she continued.

"You blush so prettily Camilla... and of course, that is very much part of your charm. You have learned that, beneath that demure exterior of yours... you are a dominant young woman. You enjoy the subjugation of the male and you derive great sexual gratification from it."

Jane watched Camilla blush once more.

"It is a rare combination that you possess. You show kindness and concern for these young boys... and yet at the same time, you are able to carry out their punishments and subjugate them in such a way that they are completely malleable to your will."

Although Camilla was blushing prettily, she knew that what Jane Lawrence had said was true. She had, over the last four weeks, realised the true and intense pleasure that she derived from subjugating young boys. She was fortunate enough to have been completely honest with herself and felt that she owed Jane the same courtesy.

She looked at her new friend and smiled shyly.

"I know Jane. I have learned so much about myself that I can't thank you enough. It has been a revelation to me and has made me so content within myself. I hope you won't mind if I come and see you from time to time. You... and the girls of course, are the only people who know my innermost thoughts. It is comforting to be able to talk openly about these things - and to have someone who knows and understands me so perfectly. I aim to keep my secrets... erm my predilections and pleasures to myself... or at least between a close circle of friends and perhaps some of my female work colleagues."

Jane Lawrence smiled at Camilla and rose from her chair. "Well Camilla, let's go through into the examination room. Before we bring our first young man in I know that one of the nurses has a little present for you."

Camilla was surprised to see that all the nurses and security guards were present and were smiling at her as she entered the modern medical facility. Camilla blushed as she realised that they were smiling at her with great affection, as if it were perhaps a birthday surprise... and she was the birthday girl.

Phoebe, the youngest of the nurses stepped forward and touched her gently on the cheek as she spoke sweetly.

"As this is your last night here, we would like to give you a present. Will you let us give it to you personally... erm, as it is rather personal." Phoebe giggled as Camilla showed her surprise.

"Well of course, but you needn't have bothered, you know I have been so happy coming here for the last month... and you have all made me so welcome."

Phoebe giggled again and touched her hand to Camilla's cheek again, this time stroking the backs of her fingers downward to curve of her neck.

"I knew you wouldn't disappoint us Camilla, you are such a lovely person. Now first of all, you will have to get undressed... completely."

Camilla blushed furiously, her pretty cheeks colouring up to a pretty pink.

"What... erm what do you want me to do that for?"

Phoebe giggled and looked at her mischievously under her long eyelashes. "Now don't spoil our little surprise. We want you to take your clothes off... all of them."

Camilla looked helplessly towards Jane. She could see that she was smiling mischievously too. In mock despair she began to take off her cardigan.

"I don't know what this is all about, but I have a feeling that you are going to embarrass me." Camilla could not help smiling ruefully as the girls stood around her.

"Don't worry," Phoebe said as she reached for the cardigan. "We will help you."

Camilla could not help blushing again as one of the guards stood behind her and gently slipped the thin woollen jumper upwards. Her delicate fingers seemed to caress Camilla, as the garment slid up over her breasts and was pulled carefully over her head.

Camilla shivered as her bare breasts were exposed to the cool air of the room. She could feel slender fingers around her waist, as the girls unfastened her long skirt. Gently they exposed her, making her lift her feet until she was standing in just her brief panties.

Phoebe stepped forward and placed her slender fingers into the waist of the V-string panties. "Oh how pretty, you naughty girl. I just knew you would be wearing something sexy."

Camilla could not help herself from shivering and blushing as Phoebe slid the garment down her legs, until they were at her ankles. Daintily, Camilla lifted her feet one by one as she was divested of the lacy garment.

She stood naked in the classic pose. One arm was placed across her full breasts as she shielded the completely nude flesh of her pubic mound with her other hand.

Phoebe giggled delightedly as she observed the naked beauty of the young girl.

"I just knew that you would be quite beautiful beneath those loose-fitting clothes." She moved closer to Camilla and kissed her gently upon the lips.

"Don't be shy, we are all so dying to see you. Take your hands away, you know that you are quite delicious."

Camilla blushed again, but let her hand fall to her sides. She stood like a classic statute, with her right knee bent and relaxed against her left leg.

Her torso seemed to be far too slender to support the full firm breasts that were now so proudly exposed. Her waist was tiny and yet her hips flared to a beautifully proportioned breadth.

Phoebe could not help herself from looking down at the beautiful plump mound between the young girl's thighs.

"You are exquisite, there is no other word for it. Please turn around, so we can see your beautiful bottom. Please Camilla."

Camilla blushed, but slowly turned in obedience to Phoebe's request. Suddenly she felt herself blushing again as Jane Lawrence looked at her appreciatively.

Almost laughing, Jane spoke to Phoebe. "Come along then Phoebe, stop teasing and show Camilla her present."

Although Camilla was embarrassed at her forced nudity, she could not help smiling as Jane admonished the young nurse. "Turn around Camilla and see what we've bought for you."

Camilla turned, still feeling embarrassed as the young nurse held out her hand. She looked down to see three silver egg-shaped balls in the palm of the young nurse's hand. The balls were not completely oval. Two of them seemed to match the shape of each other perfectly, whereas the third one was much larger. They were linked together by a smooth rounded chain.

Camilla looked fascinated as she examined them.

She noticed, that fastened by a link to the two smaller eggs, was a silver rod, which was about an inch in length and attached to this, were several rounded links. The links, in turn, were fastened to a silver chain, which held the larger egg-shaped ball.

As Phoebe moved her hand, the balls seemed to move independently of each other. As if by magic, they seemed to be moving away from the natural inclination of gravity.

"They've got little magnets inside them as well as weights. Look how they move! It seems as if they have a power all of their own." She giggled again.

"Now sweet Camilla, for the embarrassing bit. I am going to fit them for you. So you can blush as much as you like, but it's the stirrups for you my girl."

Camilla could feel her cheeks burning in embarrassment while all four of the young girls ushered her towards the examination bed. Their hands caressed and cajoled her body, manoeuvring her expertly until she was lying upon the cool padded surface.

"Your bottom feels divine, Camilla. I would just love to smack it until your cheeks were nice and pink all over." Camilla knew she was being teased and yet could not help a shiver running through her slender frame.

The girls' hands seemed to be all over her body as they manoeuvred her. Gentle pressure soon had her legs spread high and wide and confined to the deep loops of the stirrups.

Mrs. Lawrence had followed the progress of the giggling girls as they had gently, but firmly positioned Camilla onto the examination couch. She felt a twinge of pleasure run through her as she admired the beautiful naked body prostrated so openly. The two security guards were standing at each side of Camilla, while Gillian, the junior nurse, had positioned herself at the head of the bed. Jane Lawrence could see that that Camilla was blushing furiously.

She moved to stand by the side of the examination bed, watching Camilla's full breasts heave as she drew in a shuddering breath. Mrs. Lawrence knew exactly how embarrassing it must be for the demure Miss. Watts to be displayed so blatantly in front of the young guards and nurses.

"I'll just pop a pillow under your head and then you will be able to watch how Phoebe inserts the eggs for you."

Camilla blushed, realising just what was about to happen. She watched in embarrassment and trepidation as Phoebe moved to stand between her widely spread legs. "My what a deliciously plump little pussy you have Camilla. I'll just give you a little squeeze, so that you are nice and moist."

Phoebe placed the palm of her hand over the prominent mound of flesh and slowly began to rotate her thumb, delicately teasing the soft lips of the girl's labia. She could feel the flesh quiver immediately beneath her hand as Camilla reluctantly shivered in response.

"There we are, you naughty girl... you must be very sensitive. I'll just open you up a little bit." Camilla could not control herself as she felt the girl slip her fingers between the tingling lips of her labia. She gasped as she was slowly and inexorably penetrated by Phoebe's slender fingers.

"Oops... there we are, what a sexy little thing you are! Now the girls are going to help you along a little bit. I hope you don't mind, but you just look so delicious lying like that."

Suddenly Camilla's eyes flew wide open in shock as the two security guards moved closer to her and simultaneously squeezed her nipples between their fingers and thumbs.

Phoebe could feel Camilla shudder helplessly as the girls expertly teased her young body. Impudently, she slipped two fingers deeper inside her, feeling the walls of her moist orifice seemingly grip her fingers as she probed sensuously.

Phoebe looked at Camilla's blushing face. She curled her fingers upwards, feeling the flesh contract deep inside her vagina. "Ooh you are lovely and moist now Camilla. Can I ask you something?"

Camilla could hardly contain her emotions and yet she tried. She felt utterly embarrassed at being made to display herself wantonly... and yet she knew, that if they continued much longer, she would not be able to help herself.

"Oooh... ah." Camilla shivered as she felt Phoebe begin to expertly scissor her fingers deep within her. "Oh... please... erm surely that's enough."

Camilla's voice was husky as she felt Phoebe use her fingers skilfully deep inside her. She felt the gentle hand of the other young nurse delicately stroke her cheek as she began to shiver with emotion. She could not help herself becoming aroused and yet she felt terribly embarrassed that the young nurses and security guards should see her responding so readily.

Phoebe's voice was quite cool and calm as she answered her. "Sorry Camilla, but we are going to make you come... and there is nothing you can do about it. But I will ask you for your permission for one thing." She gestured towards the nurse who was stroking Camilla's cheek.

"Gillian wants to kiss you when you reach your climax . Would you let her do that to you?"

Camilla blushed furiously. She could not believe that they were going to make her orgasm... to display her emotions for them all to see. She looked up at Gillian and blushed in confusion as Gillian looked deep into her eyes. Her pretty face was looking lovingly at her. Her expression was one of care and concern.

Phoebe quickened the pace of her fingers inside Camilla. Without warning she brought her other hand into play. Almost cruelly, she brushed away the prepuce of the clitoris with her finger and thumb. She held the flesh apart, exposing the erected nub of flesh beneath. Camilla could not help jerking her hips at the sudden sensation.

"Well Camilla, are you going to let Gillian kiss you, when I make you come?"

Camilla blushed again. She felt her whole persona suddenly give way to the embarrassment and humiliation that she was being subjected to. She groaned inwardly as her hips reluctantly moved in response to the intense arousal that was being forced upon her.

Camilla realised that Phoebe's voice was more insistent and that her fingers had quickened as they inexorably probed and penetrated deep inside her.

"Well Camilla, may Gillian kiss you when I make you come? You are going to come you know. I can assure you that I am an expert in making naughty little girls wriggle and gasp, as well as little boys."

Phoebe pushed her straightened fingers deep into Camilla's vagina and curled them behind the cervix in a series of probing movements.

Camilla felt her face flush with another overwhelming feeling of embarrassment. She was lost... and she knew it.

Her voice was shaky and strained as she answered. "Oh yesss, erm yes."

Phoebe's voice was deliberately calm and cool. "Well ask her nicely then Camilla, there's a good little girl."

Camilla was beside herself with sexual emotion. She was aware that her clitoris was being held exposed and open and that she was lost beyond words, to her own sexual emotions.

She looked up at Gillian's face as she gasped for breath. "Pleeease Gillian... kiss me."

Phoebe smiled towards Gillian and the two security guards, before gesturing towards her own hands. The girls smiled knowingly as Phoebe widened the finger and thumb of her left hand, further exposing and making prominent the swollen nub of Camilla's clitoris.

In one orchestrated movement the girls bent to their task. Camilla screamed as she experienced her body being summarily consumed by an agonising and violent sexual climax.

She felt her nipples being drawn up and sucked deep into the mouths of the young security girls... and within the same moment of time... and with the same agonising suction... she felt her clitoris being cruelly drawn up between Phoebe's lips.

"Oh... ooOOh. Oh, please don't... ahhh."

Abruptly her scream of exquisite agony was cut short as she felt Gillian's soft lips close over hers in a rapturous kiss.

Phoebe used her skills clinically and ruthlessly. She sucked hard, swirling her tongue around the nub of the young tutor's clitoris. Callously and cruelly her tongue swathed backward and forwards over the tumescent baby phallus, stimulating it relentlessly before releasing the erectile flesh.

She did not allow Camilla any respite as she squeezed the swollen nub of her clitoris between finger and thumb. Time and time again, she let her fingers swirl over and around the prominent thrusting protuberance of flesh. She watched the frantic dancing of Camilla's hips as the girl writhed in emotion.

Although both of her hands were vigorously applying themselves to sexually stimulating the prostrated young girl, her voice, by contrast, was cool and almost mocking.

"My, what a sensitive little girl you are, Miss Watts. Now come along let's have a nice big climax from you. I will not have little girls trying to evade their climaxes. My, my you are such a little wriggle-bottom."

Phoebe moved slightly to the side to allow Jane Lawrence to stand next to her. She watched as Jane reached beneath Camilla's bottom cheeks, slipping her hand deep between the girl's writhing buttocks. Phoebe was delighted as Jane suddenly prodded her straightened fingers hard against the girl's quivering sphincter.

Camilla's body quivered and writhed in a hopeless abandonment that was in such stark contrast to her demure nature. Every inch of her sensitive flesh had been explored and exposed to an exquisite and excruciating sexual torment.

Gillian thrust her tongue deep within Camilla's mouth and probed as deeply as she could. Suddenly she felt the girl's body stiffen as if she was in a paroxysm of terminal torment. Gently she lifted her lips from Camilla's, allowing her a deep inhalation of breath. She watched with delight as the girl's body shuddered profoundly as she exhaled.

As cruelly and as heartlessly as they had aroused and forced Camilla to her climax, the girls now comforted and assuaged her tormented body. Gentle fingers caressed her, stroking over her breasts and torso like a soft breeze. Tender lips kissed away her sexual anguish and murmured sweet words of comfort and solace.

Camilla looked up into the angelic face of Gillian and smiled contentedly. She knew that she had betrayed her innermost feelings to everyone; that she had been made to writhe and moan in sexual abandonment, completely prostrated and helpless before her peers -- and yet now she felt content that it was so.

Her voice was almost a whisper. "Kiss me again Gillian... if you would like to. I mean... I would really love you to do that to me."

Over the last four weeks, Camilla had learned much about herself. Perhaps some intrinsic longing that might have been deeply hidden within her psyche.

It was that, what may appear to others as apparent cruelty and torment, was actually a necessary part of her sexual fulfilment. It was truly inherent in her makeup.

To give it or receive it was... her vital and uncompromised ego. She felt that she had come to know herself for the first time. It was with a feeling of happiness and contentment that she lay supine as Gillian's soft lips closed over hers.

*

The appointment of Miss Camilla Watts to the post of administrator for the PDPS college facility had occurred in quite a different manner to most appointments within Randolph College.

Although the name 'The Pre Date Procedural Service' remained the same for the college facility, the services they were to provide would be far wider ranging. It had been decided that when the facility was ready to open its doors. Boys could be summarily summoned to the facility without being given any reason - or any member of the female college staff could send them, again without having to give any explanation.

Corporal punishment had been reintroduced to the Randolph College since early last year. It's embarrassing and demeaning effect, had certainly tempered the behaviour of some of the more aggressive young male students.

All boys, over eighteen years of age, could be caned at the discretion of the headmistress. As the college entry age was set at that age, it was 'de-facto' that all boys could be caned.

Corporal punishment for girls had been deemed far too controversial and had been sidestepped both politically and morally. However the deterrent effect of the official forty-inch cane for boys had been so successful, that now it was the preferred method of chastisement within Randolph College.

As the pastoral care tutor of the college, Miss Watts had been required to witness the caning of each young man whom had fallen foul of the rules. She had been more than surprised at the embarrassing ritual that had been implemented by the headmistress for the boys' physical chastisement.

At first, she had felt embarrassed and somewhat nervous at witnessing the deliberate shaming of a college student. Her embarrassment had been further exacerbated by the sudden realization that she had become sexually aroused by the treatment of the young men.

Each young eighteen-year-old boy would be escorted to the headmistress's study by two senior prefects. The fact that all the prefects of the college were female greatly increased the boys' distress. It had been one of the headmistress's first decrees, that boys should not be made prefects, as this would have given them authority over girls. She had decreed that a boy, having supremacy over a girl, could be open to abuse. The fact, that female prefects would be able to abuse their power over boys, seemed to have escaped her political thinking.

Before a boy was allowed to enter the headmistress's study, whether to receive punishment or not, he was required to take off his shoes and socks. The highly polished wooden floor of her study was in pristine condition and the headmistress intended it to stay that way.

After entering the study for punishment, the boy would be summarily stripped of his clothing. He would not be allowed to undress himself. The female prefects were required to carry out this rather intriguing task, until the boy was left standing in just his underpants. The headmistress, Miss March, would instruct the boy to bend over her desk, before briskly pulling his underpants down to his ankles and making him lift his feet so that she could whisk away the last vestige of his dignity.

Miss March would then make the boy place his feet apart, until his legs were widely stretched. She would then leisurely lecture the boy while her young secretary telephoned for the resident school nurse to attend the headmistress's office.

The nurse, on arrival, would quickly place her chair next to the desk and, having seated herself comfortably, would reach underneath the boy and take hold of his genitalia with both hands. This action was ostensibly a requirement to keep the boy's penis and testicles out of harms way.

The young prefects, who had invariably been chosen for their attractiveness or authoritarian attitude, would proceed to the other side of the headmistress's desk and take hold of the boy's wrists. They would pull his arms forward so that he could not raise himself.

On occasions, where the school nurse was not available, Miss March would instruct her young secretary or one of the prefects, to hold the boy's genitalia.

The indignity of receiving six sound strokes of the cane, especially in front of girls who would often be from the boy's own class, would have him in tears of shame and anguish. Unfortunately this was not the final indignity for the young man, who would made to stand with his hands upon his head by the side of the headmistress's desk while she carried on with her work. The prefects, who would be required to wait for this period of the boy's reflection, would have a clear view of his naked body.

As Miss Watts had often observed, the naked boy always erected during this time of shame and reflection -- much to the delight of the young prefects -- and of course, the young and pretty school secretary

Before the instigation of the PDPS, the boy would have been allowed to dress and, under escort of the two prefects, return to his classroom, ashamed and red-faced.

Now with the advent of the PDPS, Miss March had instigated a new procedure. Instead of being allowed to dress, the boy would be made to stand with his legs widely spread. His arms would be outstretched and held firmly by the two young prefects.

The headmistress always began this new procedure with the same words.

"I will not have young men parading around the college with their penises erect like young braggarts. We will soon put a stop to that."

She would then address the two prefects.

"Keep a firm hold of him girls, he must not be allowed to evade his procedure."

She would then address her secretary. "We know how to deal with cocky young men, don't we Miss Parson!"

The first time that Miss Watts had witnessed this new procedure, she had found herself blushing with embarrassment. A glance at the school secretary had made her blush even more, as the young girl had smiled knowingly at her.

Miss Watts, acutely aware of her own arousal, had blushed deeply at the thought that the young girl knew that she was becoming sexually stimulated by this new regimen.

The school secretary would seat herself behind the boy, while the nurse would adopt a contra-position facing the young man. On instruction from Miss March, the secretary would don a plastic glove and lubricate the fingers, before deftly penetrating the boy's anus. At the same time, the school nurse would take a firm hold of his scrotum, pulling his testes forward as she encircled the shaft of his penis with her other hand. She would rapidly milk his penis, seemingly ignoring the frantic gyrations that usually occurred, until the anguished young boy ejaculated wildly into a measuring jar, nonchalantly being held by the headmistress.

Miss March was well aware of the sexual tension that her punishments produced within her study. Her prefects, far from being shy or nervous, always derived great satisfaction from the caning and milking of the naked young boys. Of course, her secretary and the young school nurse had become experts in prolonging the anguish of the young miscreants. Always making sure that the boy was on the very tips of his toes, shivering in acute and humiliating distress, while they extracted the last vestiges of his tormented ejaculation.

The headmistress took great delight in the humiliation of those who were to be punished. She had honed and perfected every nuance of her punishments to make the young boys' experiences as embarrassing as possible. Her own sexual delight was commensurate with the shame of the boys she had under her charge.

The more humiliation she could inflict upon the unfortunate reprobate who was summoned for correction, the greater the thrill she felt. She did not try to analyze or examine her feelings, instead she openly allowed herself to enjoy each and every torment that the young boy was feeling.

She had observed Miss Watts with growing interest, as the young tutor had first witnessed the distressing punishment and subsequent milking of the boys who were unfortunate enough to be sent for chastisement.

She had also noticed the boys' reaction to the presence of Miss Watts. They were obviously embarrassed by the whole procedure and were usually blushing profusely from the moment they entered the room. However, she had noticed that their shame had manifested itself far more profusely each time they had noticed that they were being observed by Miss. Watts. Perhaps it was her demure persona or perhaps it was the innocence that she exuded. What could be more humiliating she had thought, than to have Miss Watts participate in these humiliating procedures. It would be totally and utterly humiliating for a young boy to be milked by the shy young tutor. Her appearance and demeanour were absolutely perfect. The headmistress had pictured the scene. The beautiful, but demure and studious Miss Watts, seated in front of a naked boy, taking hold of his penis and testicles... looking up at him through those thin wire framed spectacles she wore on her pretty face.

Miss March had wasted no time in putting her strategy into effect; although she had waited until there had been a boy scheduled for punishment that she felt would be attractive and sensitive enough to add spice to the proceedings.

She had given Miss Watts no warning of what would be required of her. Instead she had waited until her two most attractive prefects had brought the young boy to her study.

The prefects of Randolph College were well aware of the adoption of the new PDPS rules, even though the school had yet to open its facility. Their knowledge of the regimen during punishments was a closely guarded secret. They also knew that the boys sent for punishment would be far too embarrassed to discuss their humiliating experiences.

Miss March had noticed that all of the prefects had begun to adopt a rather more provocative way of wearing their uniforms. Although the plaid skirts and white shirts and ties still conformed to the school rules, she had noted that the skirts seemed to be much shorter - and she was quite sure that many of the girls were now deliberately not wearing bras.

Peter Collins had never been sent for punishment before, and as he entered the room, his bare feet slapping against the polished floor, Miss March knew that he would be the perfect student on which to test her young pastoral tutor. The boy's slender physique and good looks were ideal she thought, as she addressed her young prefects.

"Strip him please girls, you know the routine."

Peter Collins had looked at the two prefects who were standing at either side of him. His face had begun to blush furiously as he had realised what was about to happen to him.

He had never been in trouble before and knew nothing of the punishment routine of the college. In fact Peter was quite a studious and conscientious young man.

Pat and Christine were both in the same class as he was. He had really never spoken to them, as he was quite a shy boy, whereas they were two of the prettiest girls in the college.

He was already feeling foolish, having been marched from his classroom to the headmistresses study. The girls had walked at each side of him, holding his wrists. They had not spoken to him until they had reached the study door.

It was Christine that had spoken the simple instruction.

"Please remove your shoes and socks, Peter." He had blushed at the rather authoritarian way that she had addressed him, but had duly knelt down and removed the items, feeling quite belittled as the girls had stood over him. Their long legs were bare and beautifully tanned. He could not help blushing as the girls stood quite blatantly with their legs astride as they monitored his progress.

Patricia had knocked and, without waiting for a reply had taken hold of his wrist and marched him into the room, with Christine walking behind him.

Peter had been quite shocked to see that, as well as the headmistress, there was her secretary and also Miss. Watts present within the study.

He had been surprised to see Miss. Watts, as it was only a few weeks earlier that he had attended her office for his school counselling session. He had looked at her ruefully and thought that she had seemed almost embarrassed to see him presenting himself for punishment. She had looked down demurely as she sat quietly beside the headmistress's desk.

In reflection, the punishment session on that Tuesday morning was a revelation to everyone present.

Peter turned to face the headmistress, his face blushing profusely as her voice rang loud and clear within the study.

"You will stand quietly and obediently Peter while the prefects prepare you. Do you understand me, Peter?"

Peter looked at the stern face of the headmistress. His voice faltered as he answered.

"Y'yes Miss March."

Miss March turned to the young secretary who was seated primly at her desk.

"Oh Angela, would you be so kind as to telephone for the nurse and ask her to bring the usual accoutrements with her?"

Miss March had already instructed the nurse on what would be required of her for this particular punishment session - and so she was not surprised when the nurse appeared almost immediately with her tray of various jars and medications.

The headmistress watched Miss Watts out of the corner of her eye, observing the swelling of her full breasts above her slender torso. She also noticed her sudden intake of breath, as she examined the body of the trembling boy as the young prefects started to remove his clothing.

Miss. Watts noticed that the younger, dark haired prefect called Patricia, seemed one of those girls who had an inherent instinct in how to titillate a young boy. Her gentle touch seemed to overwhelm him as she moved around his trembling form.

Her body was beautifully proportioned. Full firm breasts pressed tantalisingly against the fine cotton of her white shirt. The outline of her nipples was clearly visible and Camilla thought that they had become erect at the prospect of undressing the handsome young boy. She also thought that the girl had deliberately shortened the hem of her skirt by turning over the waistband, so that most of her thighs were visible to the young boy.

Miss March observed the proceedings, aware that the young prefects seemed perfectly at ease as they summarily stripped him of his clothes. She could see a quickening of interest in the young tutor's face as the girls divested him of his shirt and trousers, until he was standing in just his white underpants.

Miss Watts had watched the performance of the young prefects in a more analytical way than perhaps the rest of the females present in the room. Although Christine had summarily started to strip the boy of his blazer, Miss. Watts had noticed that Patricia had been far more reserved and yet perceptive of the boy's humiliation and embarrassment. She had undone his tie -- and as she had pulled it from the neck of his shirt, she had smiled sweetly at him.

"Just relax a little Peter, we are just going to take your shirt off and then I want you to place your hands upon your head while we take your trousers down."

Miss. Watts had noticed that Patricia, after removing his shirt, had gently placed the palms of her hand upon his chest. Her fingertips were gently caressing his nipples, as she made sure that his hands were properly placed upon his head.

She moved behind him, pressing her up-tilted breasts against his back as she whispered to him.

"Stand up straight, there's a good boy." She slipped her hands around his naked waist and slowly unbuttoned his trousers.

Miss. Watts saw the boy blush profusely as Patricia pressed her body against his back while she opened his trousers. She let them slide to the floor where Christine was waiting to divest him of the garment.

Miss. Watts smiled to herself as Patricia sensuously slid her hand down the young boy's back and slipped her fingers under the waistband of his white underpants. Camilla realised that the girl was enjoying every moment of the boy's subjugation. She watched Patricia as she stretched the waistband of his underpants outwards and slipped her other hand inside, gently patting his bottom. Her lips were close to his ear as she whispered to him.

"Poor Peter, fancy having to have his little bottom caned for being a naughty boy!"

Peter blushed to a deep red. His lips trembled with the shame and embarrassment. He felt utterly confused and disorientated. The close proximity of the pretty young girls had already had his senses reeling. And now as Christine knelt in front of him and made him lift his feet as she removed his trousers, he felt his face burning with humiliation. He shivered in trepidation as everyone turned to look at him in just his white underpants.

Yes, Miss March thought, this boy will be ideal for what I have in mind. He is already blushing profusely and his young bare flesh is covered in goose bumps. How embarrassing for him, she thought. To be standing, almost naked, in front of the assembled females.

Miss March could see that the boy's penis had swelled and was pressing against the thin material of his underpants. She deliberately looked at the bulging front of his underwear as she took hold of his wrist and pulled him forward.

She could see a tear upon his blushing face as, with a well-practiced ease, she abruptly bent him over her desk. She heard him groan in embarrassment and fear as she slipped her hands into the waistband of his underpants. She was almost sure that she could feel the impediment of his tumescent penis as she pulled them down until they were at his ankles.

"Lift your feet Peter."

She quickly whisked the unwanted garment away and placed her hand between his thighs.

Peter could hardly countenance his embarrassment. He knew that his bare bottom was now fully on display to everyone. He shivered in dread at the thought of how he must look.

"Come along now, spread your feet until your chest is flat against the desk." She manoeuvred him until his legs were widely spread and his hips were far enough away from the desk for the nurse to have unhindered access to his plump and vulnerable genitalia.

"Well Peter, you have been a very naughty little boy and I am afraid that I have no alternative but to punish you."

She saw his body shiver as the two young prefects walked around the desk and took him by the wrists. They took a firm grip of him, much to his embarrassment. Miss. March saw that he was nicely stretched across her desk with his head turned to the side, facing away from her and towards Miss Watts.

Peter could hardly believe what was happening to him. His shock and embarrassment continued to escalate. Thoughts ran wildly through his head.

It seemed that he was to be held by Patricia and Christine while he was being caned. They were actually going to witness his humiliating chastisement. The shame he felt was overwhelming. His mind raced with a myriad of apprehensive possibilities. Would he be able to tolerate the cane? What if he cried? What if he screamed? He shuddered in fear and shame.

Miss March waited until the nurse had drawn up her chair at the other side of the naked boy. She always relished this moment, as the nurse was comfortably seated and ready to clasp the boy's genitalia in her hands. She watched in clandestine delight as the nurse nonchalantly reached under his hips and took a firm hold of his penis and testicles.

The sudden gasp that emanated from the lips of the young eighteen-year-old boy was no surprise to anyone. Miss. March was well aware that Nurse Trent took her own delight in subjugating the young boys of the college.

Peter felt the nurse's hands encase his penis and testicles. Even in his shame, he felt an all too familiar warmth quickly spreading through his loins. He had never had a female touch him so intimately before. He gasped at the acuteness of the sensation.

Nurse Sylvia Trent had often thanked the heavens for the advent of political correctness. Especially when it had thrust its way upwards from being mere female emancipation, to something entirely more satisfying.

She personally could remember, but only a few years ago, when, by unwritten rule, male nurses in her hospital had been used to care for male patients only and yet, she and her female staff had had complete access to male or female patients.

The gradual weakening of male dominance, or the increase of female dominance, had continued. Female patients could demand a female doctor... and yet male patients were given no preferences.

In law, rape was the province of the male perpetrator... and long may he rot for it, was her view. Male rape, although it exists, she thought, gets very little public sympathy from anyone... male or female.

Now we have a prejudicial system where males are presumed to be a risk and are therefore subject to a humiliating and intrusive procedure, without any proof of risk.

Nurse Trent let her hands explore the boy's genitalia as these thoughts went through her head. Poor Peter, one of the nicest boys in the school, having to bend over for his caning while I hold his scrumptious penis and testicles.

Peter gasped in torment. He could feel his penis beginning to erect. What was he to do? Would they be able to see his arousal? He dare not look towards Miss. Watts who was seated within his view. Would she know what was happening to him? The thought made him almost faint with shame.

Sylvia Trent thought about her extra instruction. Well that won't be hard, she surmised, as she gently drew the boy's foreskin down the tumescent shaft of his penis and flattened the palm of her hand.

He was already semi-erect after his deliberately intimate undressing by the young prefects. She held her hand against the tip of his penis and gradually rotated it against the urethral opening. She was delighted as the boy gasped in anguish. Cruelly, she completed three full rotations before stopping.

Peter shivered and wriggled his hips as the nurse grasped him firmly. He gasped and groaned as a shard of exquisite tormenting pleasure, as sharp as a knife, seemed to shoot down the shaft of his penis. He did not know what the nurse was doing, but the sensation was so intense that he tried to escape it at any cost.

He pushed his hips back, only to find that he was being held far too firmly by the young prefects. He was also prisoner to the firm grip of the nurses fingers around the shaft of his penis, unable to escape the cruel agony of her sexual torment and his forced arousal.

If Miss March had realised the cause of the boy's anguished gasp, she did not deem to mention it. Instead she turned her attention to his quivering buttocks, which were being reluctantly presented in front of her.

"Are you clenching your buttocks Peter? I hope not. I am quite at liberty to apply as many extra strokes of the cane to your bottom as I see fit."

She looked towards her secretary. Angela had started at the college only a year after Miss March had been made principal. There had been an immediate understanding between them... and as corporal punishment had begun to be introduced within the state, they had both discussed the intrigue of being able to administer 'châtiments corporel' here within the college. It was during these somewhat personal discussions that they had both admitted to each other their interest in female dominance... although Miss. March would never have couched it in such apolitical terms.

"Please get my cane from the cupboard, Miss Parson and place it on my desk, if you would."

Miss March knew exactly where Angela would place the cane -- and was delighted when Peter shivered in trepidation as the cane was placed upon the right-hand side of the desk - directly in front of his face.

She moved around the bending young boy and laid her hand upon the cane. She could see the tears form in his eyes as she clasped her fingers around the mottled bamboo before lifting the cane from his view.

Peter could not contain his emotions. He had already felt close to tears with his acute and unbridled embarrassment. The sight of the thin flexible cane with its curled handle suddenly filled him with utter dread.

"Right young man... you are here to receive your punishment. You have been a very naughty boy and I am afraid Peter that I am obliged to give you nothing less than six sound strokes of the cane."

She returned to her position behind the boy, leaving herself the required amount of room to swing the cane effectively.

Peter instinctively clenched his buttocks. He did not know what to expect. The cane had looked like a very hard and wicked tool of correction. Would he be able to withstand its sting? He shivered in dread.

The voice of the headmistress suddenly pierced through his thoughts.

"Miss Watts! This boy seems to be deliberately clenching his buttocks to avoid the full measure of the cane. Would you come here and feel his buttocks. I need to know if he is deliberately clenching."

Camilla looked at the naked young boy as he shivered and shook in his dance of anticipation. Her excitement at the boy's humiliation was well hidden beneath her cool and demure exterior appearance. Unfortunately Camilla had not expected any involvement in the proceedings and as she got up from her chair she was aware of a flurry of movement between her legs.

Damn Phoebe, she thought. Why on earth did I wear them today? Camilla had a hard time keeping a sudden smile of amusement from her face as she thought back to the last night of her PDPS course.

After Camilla had recovered from her moving and emotional experience at the hands of the young girls and the administrator of the PDPS. She had laid back upon the bed, her legs still held wide in the stirrups as she had watched Phoebe and allowed her to show her how to insert the silver eggs.

She remembered the acute sensation as Phoebe had slipped a lubricated finger up into her bottom. Camilla was quite sure that Phoebe had enjoyed her further embarrassment as she had swirled her finger around inside her before slipping the largest of the three silver eggs up through her sphincter.

Phoebe had giggled as she explained the fitment and the function of the three silver eggs.

"I have to adjust the length of the chain once I get the other two eggs up into your delicious little pussy."

Phoebe had giggled as she inserted the two eggs deep into Camilla's moist vagina. Camilla remembered how surprised she had been when the eggs had started to suddenly move inside her, seemingly of their own volition.

Phoebe had giggled again. "Delicious aren't they!"

"Now I bought you a plastic waist strap, rather than a leather one. The plastic one is ever so comfortable and you can't feel that you are wearing it. Just lift up a little, so that I can get it around you... there we are."

She had giggled once more as she fastened the chain to the catch on the front of the waist strap.

"There that's perfect. Do you see how it fits? Now don't wriggle, I am just going to slip the large link over your pretty little clitoris."

Camilla remembered jerking her hips violently as Phoebe placed the ring around the still tumescent nub of her extremely sensitive and recently stimulated flesh.

"There we are all done. Do you see now, how they fit? The large egg in your sweet little bottom holds the chain at the back. The rod pushes the little eggs up inside your pussy and the waist strap holds the chain up in front. She had stroked her hand over Camilla's bared pubis as she explained the principle.

"The magnets repel and attract every time you move... and sometimes when you don't," she giggled. The one in your bottom sometimes squeezes against the ones in your pussy. You'll love them... and you won't need batteries." She had giggled as she patted her hand against the splayed open cheeks of Camilla's bottom.

"Oh remember one thing... don't wear them at airports!"

Camilla brought her thoughts back to the present. She could not help shivering as she felt the eggs shift deliciously between her legs. She stood behind Peter noticing that he was indeed clenching his buttocks as he lay over the desk. She looked up to see that both of the young prefects were looking at her curiously to see what she would do.

She leaned forward and gently stroked her hand over the young boy's bottom. She was delighted with the smooth feel of his bared flesh. She felt him suddenly flinch at the touch of her cool hand. Camilla's voice was cool and professional as she addressed the headmistress.

"Yes, you are right Miss March, he is obviously clenching his buttocks. Would you like me to position him correctly?"

Miss. March was surprised at the coolness of Miss. Watts and rather intrigued at the girl's lack of embarrassment. However she did not show her surprise as she replied.

"Yes please, if you would Miss Watts."

Camilla moved forward until her hips were pressed against the young boy's naked bottom. She leaned over his back and stroked her hand gently over the soft skin of his shoulders. She looked down at his blushing face as she spoke.

"Now Peter, you must not try and evade your punishment. It is for your own good and the headmistress is going to cane your little bottom so that you remember to moderate your conduct in future. Now I am going to position you so that you are more open to the cane. Now promise me that you will be a good little boy and do as you are told."

She stoked her hand down his spine as she stood upright. Her fingers lingered upon the crevice of his bottom cheeks as she spoke again.

"Now Peter, please allow me to lift your feet and position them properly for you."

Camilla knelt down behind his widely spread legs. She was delighted to see that his penis was completely erect and that the nurse was holding the skin back. The head of his penis was perfectly exposed to her gaze as the nurse held him firmly, her delicate fingers wrapped enticingly around the shaft.

Camilla was delighted with the look of the young boy in his bent-over position. His physique was nicely proportioned, his bottom smoothly contoured and openly available for her appraisal.

She placed her hand around his left ankle as she spoke to him. "Now Peter lift your foot and turn your toes inwards... come along now."

Camilla could feel the silver eggs move inside her as she knelt behind him. She felt a shiver of excitement as the boy did her bidding.

"Now Peter lift the other one and turn you foot so that it is angled inwards."

She clasped her fingers around his other ankle and held it gently while the boy obeyed her.

"Now you are being a good boy." Camilla stood upright and spoke to Angela who was seated at her desk.

"Miss Parson, would you bring me a medicated wipe from the tray."

The headmistress looked at Miss Watts with admiration as she requested the medicated wipe. She was not quite sure what Miss. Watts had in mind, but she was intrigued to find out.

"Thank you Miss. Parson. Now Peter, please keep still while I check you."

Peter shivered in shame as the demure Miss Watts pressed the palm of her hand firmly against the small of his back. He shivered again in surprise and utter embarrassment, as he felt her wipe his bottom as one would a small child.

Camilla handed the used wipe to the school secretary as she addressed the headmistress. "I am just going to tease his sphincter Miss. March. He should be unable to clench his buttocks now, but I think it is better if I check his bottom to make sure."

She smoothed both hands over the soft flesh of his buttocks as she spoke to him. "Now Peter try and keep still while I check to see if you are completely open for the cane."

She could see the boy shiver at her words... and the feel of her hands upon his bottom. Delicately she allowed herself the pleasure of smoothing her hands over the tender globes of his bottom.

Camilla heard his sharp intake of breath as she let her thumbs dip down into the crevice between his cheeks. Gently she scored her thumbnails over the sensitive flesh of his sphincter. She could see that the boy was shivering and trying to evade her intimate probing. But, to her delight, his buttocks remained pliant and well splayed apart.

Miss. March was pleasantly surprised at the competent way Miss. Watts had handled the young boy - and found it quite hard not to look too enquiringly at her young pastoral tutor.

"Thank you Miss. Watts. I am very much obliged to you. I can see that your positioning has been most effective."

Miss. Watts looked innocently at her headmistress and asked demurely.

"Shall I hold his head while he is being caned, headmistress? I know that little boy's can get very distressed while they are having their bottoms caned."

Her words embarrassed Peter to the core. He was in turmoil. He had had no experience in his young life to prepare him for such embarrassments and humiliations. My god, Miss. Watts had wiped his bottom like a small boy... and then, oh no... she had prodded his sphincter. Had she seen between his legs... surely she must have seen his erection... oh the shame.

Miss. March spoke softly and affectionately to her young tutor.

"You have done very well Miss. March. Yes I think it would be very nice of you to hold Peter's head while I cane his naughty little bottom. He must learn his lesson, but I think it would show the young man that we care for his welfare and that we are here to steer him on the right path."

Miss March then addressed Peter as her young tutor moved around to the side of the desk and placed her hand gently upon the boy's blushing cheek. The headmistress always made sure that her words were a humiliating as possible for the young boys that she was about to cane.

"Now Peter, you have had your trousers taken down and your bottom bared for the cane. I am going to administer six strokes to the bare flesh of your bottom... as I am empowered so to do by the school authority. Now I want no wriggling or evasiveness. If you try and move from that position while I am caning you, I will repeat the stroke. Do you understand me?"

Camilla could feel the boy shiver. She took his head in her hands so that he was looking into her face as she leaned over the side of the desk. She could see that there were tears in his eyes.

Peter could not avoid looking at Miss. Watts. He felt utterly embarrassed that she should see him this way. What made it worse for him was the look of care and concern upon her face. He felt her soft fingers brush against his cheek. Her face showed concern and solace.

He could not help the tear that ran down his cheek as she spoke softly to him.

"There Peter, be a brave boy while Miss. March canes your little bottom for you."

Camilla was aware of movement behind the young boy.

"Crack."

Miss Watts could not help feeling a shiver of excitement run through her body as the cane was applied soundly across the centre of the boy's bottom. She looked into his eyes as he winced at the sudden smarting and stinging pain of the first stroke.

She could feel a tingling between her legs as she pressed her pubis against the side of the desk. Gently she stoked her hand over his cheeks as he gasped again. She could see that the nurse's forearms were moving steadily as they dipped between the boy's writhing hips.

"There, there Peter. Let your little bottom embrace the cane. It is for your own good."

Peter could not believe the turmoil of emotion he was feeling. He felt his scrotum being squeezed gently and the skin of his penis being pulled back. He looked anxiously at Miss. Watts as she stroked her fingers delicately over his burning face.

"Crack."

Miss March delivered the second stroke to his bottom, watching with satisfaction as it made a parallel stripe with the first. She had honed her skill with the cane to a fine art. Yes, the strokes would make his young bottom smart. But there would be no real pain. His humiliation would be far more memorable than the sting of the cane upon his bottom.

"Crack."

Again Miss. March watched the pale flesh of his bottom quiver as she delivered the next stroke. Her interest in Miss. Watts had been piqued as she watched the young woman lovingly stroke her fingers against the young boy's blushing cheeks.

Camilla's voice was soft and soothing. "There Peter, what a brave boy. You can cry if you want to Peter, little boys do cry when their bottoms are being spanked or caned."

Camilla could see that the boy was already crying softly. She was quite sure that it was not just the sting of the cane, but rather the humiliation and shame that he had been subjected to.

"Crack."

The fourth stroke fell on to the top of his buttocks. Camilla saw him wince as his young body absorbed the sensation. A few seconds later, she heard him gasp and draw in his breath again. This time she knew that it was the nurse's ministrations to his penis and testicles that had caused him to gasp loudly.

"Crack."

"Oooh... ah!"

Peter could not help crying out; his bottom seemed to suddenly become enflamed with the accumulation of the strokes of the cane. He looked at Miss. Watts, tears spilling down his cheeks as he lay helplessly over the desk.

"Poor baby... there, there Peter. You have to take your punishment, when you are naughty. Poor little Peter, does it really sting?"

"Crack."

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

Peter could not help crying out as Miss March, in her usual fashion, let the final stroke criss-cross the five strokes she had already delivered.

Camilla knew exactly what had happened as she observed this practice many times before. She looked towards Christine and Patricia, noticing that there was a glint of excitement in their eyes as they held the boy tightly.

Her own loins tingled deliciously. She had not been able to stifle the insistent magnetic action of the silver egg-shaped balls inside her. She pressed her pubis hard against the edge of the desk as she placed her face closer to Peter's.

She knew that the young boy could not help sobbing. She was aware that his whole body was shaking with emotion . She was cognisant of the fact that it was a combination of her tenderness and soft words of comfort, juxtaposed with the punitive strokes of the cane diligently applied to his tender young bottom.

She knew that the boy had been expertly plundered of any control over his naive and delicate emotions.

"Poor, poor baby. Did the cane make you cry sweetheart? Is your little bottom really smarting?" She stroked her hand over his wet cheeks, watching the tears spill from his eyes as she pressed her lips to his ear.

"Never mind Peter, let it all out. Lots of little boys cry."

Camilla stroked his cheek softly as she gently held his head. Her voice was soft and low.

"There, there, poor Peter. Fancy having to have your bare little bottom caned for being naughty. Never mind sweetheart, it is all over now. Christine and Patricia are going to hold you there for a few minutes, so that you don't rub your little bottom before it's time."

Miss March walked to her secretary's desk and placed the cane upon it. "Would you mind putting this back in the cupboard please?"

She then moved to stand behind the boy. She watched as Miss. Watts patted the boy's cheek before standing up and moving back to her chair. She nonchalantly placed her hand upon the boy's buttocks, feeling him wince as she examined the marks she had made. She noticed the boy suddenly shiver at the very moment that the nurse took her hands away from him.

She smiled to herself at the thought that, perhaps I had better not leave it too long before I have him standing upright. Miss. March moved to the rear of her desk, carefully contemplating her stratagem.

"Right Christine and Patricia, you have both dispatched your duties very well. We'll have Peter standing with his hands placed upon the top of his head, legs wide apart... at the side of my desk if you please. He is not to be allowed to rub his bottom."

Miss. March pulled her chair back to her desk and sat down. She took the punishment book from her drawer and began to write Peter's name under the day's date.

She looked across at Miss. Watts, whom was seated next to her secretary's desk and smiled at her. She hoped that the boy would develop an erection, as she was determined to see how Miss. Watts would handle herself.

She avoided looking at Peter, but was aware that the girls were already manoeuvring him into position by the side of her desk.

She did not have to wait long as she heard Christine exclaim in a loud shriek.

"Oooh... headmistress!" Miss. March kept her head down as she answered.

"What is it Christine... and please don't shriek like that, girl."

Christine was not to be put off telling her news.

"But miss he's got an erm. His penis Miss... it's sticking right out... erm... he's got an erection. Oh... a really big one Miss!"

Miss. March looked up to see that Peter was indeed erect. His engorged penis was protruding from between his thighs, pointing outwards. His face was blushing furiously and she could see that he was having a hard time keeping his hands upon his head rather than trying to cover his penis and testicles.

Camilla Watts looked across at the embarrassed boy. She knew that the nurse had deliberately stimulated him, but was not sure as to why she would have done so.

It was usual enough for a boy to erect on his own volition. The tension, at having to stand naked in front of the two young prefects as well as herself, the nurse and the school secretary was usually stimulating enough for a naïve young boy to become erect.

Miss. March looked across at Peter. His blushing face and his trembling lips were a testament to his utter shame.

"Well Peter, what is the meaning of this?" She picked up her ruler and tapped the tip of his penis.

Peter was mortified. He could hardly see the headmistress through the tears that filled his eyes.

Miss. March continued. "I will not have young men parading around the college with their penises erect like young braggarts. We will soon put a stop to that, Peter."

Miss. March looked across to the nurse who was preparing equipment upon her tray. "Nurse, as sometimes you are busy when we have need to deal with a boy in this condition. I wonder whether perhaps we might instruct Miss. Watts in the performance of this rather onerous task."

Camilla now knew exactly why the nurse had been so busy beneath the young boy while he had been bent over the headmistress's desk.

Well I certainly don't need instruction, she thought. And it seems as if I shall be demonstrating my newfound skills rather sooner than I had expected.

Miss March looked across at Miss. Watts. She certainly seemed an unlikely candidate for the job. Even after Miss March had witnessed her excellent understanding of the boy's psyche, her appearance looked so demure and innocent that she wondered how well she would conduct herself.

"Miss Watts. Do you think you could see to this young boy for me? I can't have him being escorted by my young girls while his penis is erect."

Camilla looked at Peter. She knew that his slender body and good looks had already taken the eye of one of the prefects. She had noticed Patricia looking at him with that certain aura of interest that young girls slyly display to their choice of the opposite sex. Perhaps, Camilla thought, that she had also enjoyed his subjugation sexually.

Camilla kept the tone of her voice neutral, as she answered the headmistress.

"Of course Miss March."

She looked at Peter's blushing face as she approached the headmistress's desk and continued.

"As Peter is such a shy and naïve young boy, do you think I could have the use of your desk?"

Miss. March, once again, managed to hide her surprise at the competence of her pastoral tutor.

"Why, erm yes Miss Watts... anything that you prefer."

Miss March became more mystified as Miss. Watts continued.

"Well if I could have a blanket and perhaps a couple of pillows... and of course the use of the nursing tray.

Miss March turned towards the nurse, who looked just as intrigued as she was.

"Nurse Trent, would you take one of the girls with you and fetch those items for me, I would be grateful?"

The headmistress and Miss. Watts watched as Christine followed the young nurse out of the door.

Peter was in a haze of embarrassment as he began to realise that perhaps his ordeal was not yet over. Although he was not yet aware quite what was to happen to him.

His heart had gone out to Miss. Watts as she had comforted him while he was being caned. Now to be standing in front of her with his penis erect, made him almost faint with shame.

He did not realise that Miss. Watts knew exactly how he was feeling and that she had deliberately exacerbated his shame. She was also well aware of the further embarrassment that he would soon experiencing at her hands.

Camilla moved around the desk to stand beside the headmistress so that she would be privy to her talk with Peter.

"Peter, please turn and face me would you. I want to have a little talk with you. Please keep your hands upon the top of your head, like a good little boy."

Peter could not hide his embarrassment as he turned towards her. His penis had not lost any of its engorgement. And Camilla knew that the boy would be near to fainting with humiliation. His face was bright red and his lips were trembling. Tears filled his eyes as he looked at her anxiously.

"Now Peter, I am not going to tell you off, but I do want you to listen to me carefully."

Camilla could not believe how excited she felt as she looked at the handsome young boy with his stiffened penis pointing towards her. The thrill she felt between her legs from the movement of the metallic eggs was so intense that she leaned forward against the edge of the desk to try and assuage the intensity of her arousal.

Camilla noticed that the boy was looking downwards in his shame and embarrassment. She did not intend to let the boy escape one jot of the humiliation that she knew she could inflict.

"Look at me Peter, I want you to pay me full attention." Her voice was soft and gentle, almost compelling as she spoke to him. She waited until he had raised his head and was looking into her face.

"Now Peter, some little boys, as they are growing up, don't seem to be able to manage their feelings very well. Sometimes their physical development is more advanced than their ability to know how to behave. Do you understand that?"

Peter just managed to form a reply. "Yes Miss."

"Now step closer to me and place your legs apart. I am just going to give you a little examination."

Peter blushed profusely as he shuffled towards her. He was horribly conscious of his erect penis as he stood within arms reach of her.

Miss. Watts felt him shiver as she reached forward and cupped his warm scrotum within the cool palm of her hand. She was delighted to see the boy colour up to a deep red as she gently manipulated his testicles within her hand.

She looked into his eyes as she gently squeezed the soft orbs of flesh nestled in the palm of her hand.

"Keep still Peter, I need to assess the size of your testicles. They seem very swollen."

Miss. Watts felt him shiver as she deftly squeezed and manipulated the bulging scrotum. She made absolutely sure that he was thoroughly humiliated as everyone stood watching while she made him submit to her intimate examination. It was a masterstroke of deliberate humiliating psychology, to make the boy stand submissively while she examined him in front of his young classmate.

"Your testicles are obviously very swollen Peter and your penis is completely erect. You will have to have your semen extracted, there is nothing else for it."

She took her hand away from his scrotum, watching the boy blush with shame as she deliberately took hold of the shaft of his penis and pushed the foreskin back, so that the head was fully exposed. The boy flinched and pressed his bottom backwards. Miss Watts was delighted as Patricia gave him a smart smack across his bottom. Her voice was quite firm as she addressed him.

"Stand up straight and behave yourself while Miss Watts examines your penis."

Camilla knew that her suspicions about Patricia's sexual predilections were true. She looked at the young prefect and smiled in acknowledgment as she looked into the young boy's face. "I am sorry Peter, but we can't have young boys exposing themselves like this." His body shuddered as she squeezed the rigid flesh before letting go of him.

Peter looked at her glumly. He was aware that his cheeks were burning with a blush so profound, that it was almost painful.

Camilla looked to where Patricia was standing behind the boy. "Patricia, would you come and stand at the side of the headmistress please?"

She watched as the young girl walked around the desk until she was standing to the other side of the headmistress, facing towards Peter.

"Now Peter, do you think that it is appropriate behaviour for a young man of your age, to be displaying his erect penis to one of the girls of the college. Patricia could be very shocked and upset, couldn't she?"

Camilla watched the boy's face as another flush of redness suffused his cheeks.

His voice was hoarse and shaky as he tried to form a reply.

"Erm... oh Miss... erm I'm so sorry Miss."

Camilla softened her voice even more. She knew that he would burst into tears at the drop of a hat... and she did not want that to happen... at least not yet.

"Look at me Peter... that's a good boy. Now I know that you are not an aggressive young boy, you are not bombastic or domineering to the young girls of the college are you Peter?"

Her tone was so hypnotic to the young boy, that he was barely able to whisper his reply.

"Oh no Miss... oh I'm sorry Miss."

Peter was so enthralled and yet embarrassed by Miss. Watts that his penis began to throb.

"Well Peter, if you promise to behave yourself in future I will make arrangements for you to be taken care of. Now as soon as the nurse comes back I am going to extract your semen from you. I will be as gentle as I can be, but you must obey my instructions."

She watched the boy's face as she continued. "I am afraid that I will have to insert my fingers inside your bottom Peter. So I must warn you, that to prevaricate is a serious offence and could result in you being punished again. So you will have to relax your little bottom for me and give me proper access."

The deepening blush across his young features and the sudden quiver of his body delighted Camilla as she continued.

"I will be manipulating your penis vigorously to make sure that you are thoroughly drained. Do you understand what I am going to have to do to you Peter... and do you promise to be a good boy and allow me proper access to your bottom as well as your penis and testicles?"

Peter was almost in shock. He could not meet her eyes any longer.

His mumbled reply was a joy to Camilla's ears.

"Yes Miss."

Camilla turned her head to look at the pretty face of the young prefect. She spoke to her in a practical manner, as if the task that she was going to ask her to perform was merely routine.

"Patricia dear, would you escort Peter over to Miss Parson's desk? He is to bend over the desk with his legs spread apart. In fact I would like you to position him in the same attitude that he was made to adopt for his caning.

Then if you would be so kind, I would like you to take the larger Jar from the nurse's tray and rub some lubricant into his little bottom for me. I want you to make sure that the crevice of his bottom is particularly well covered, as I will be penetrating his sphincter at some point during the proceedings."

Camilla dare not look at the headmistress until Patricia had rounded the table and had taken the boy by the waist and led him off to the secretary's desk.

Miss. March whispered to Camilla. I think we must have a word in private dear. But just let me tell you this. If you apply for the position of supervisor of the new PDPS department... you will get it.

The prim and demure Miss. Watts looked at her headmistress. "Thank you Ma'am. I have just completed their course."

Miss March looked at Camilla, her facial expression showing both surprise and amusement.

"You are a dark horse Miss Watts! And here was I thinking that I could shock you."

Peter could not believe what was happening to him as Patricia propelled him towards the small secretarial desk. He had felt the blood rush to his cheeks in a profusion of heat, as the headmistress's secretary had looked straight at his erect penis and smiled at him knowingly.

Patricia's voice held none of the excitement that she was feeling as she spoke to her naked young classmate.

"Take your hands down and bend over. Stretch your arms forward so that you are gripping the other side of the desk. I want your legs well spread apart and your bottom pushed up towards me."

Patricia waited until the boy had nervously obeyed her instructions. She felt a huge thrill of delight as she remembered how Miss Watts had positioned him for his caning.

"Now turn your toes inwards. Come along now, I will spank your sore bottom if you don't obey me."

She felt the boy shudder in humiliation as she watched him obey her instructions.

"Now Peter, I am going to have to delve between the cheeks of your bottom. I will punish you if you wriggle or try and evade me. Do you understand?"

Peter groaned in embarrassment as he tried to reply through his haze of utter and complete embarrassment.

"Yes Miss."

Patricia was delighted when the boy addressed her as, Miss. She stood back and admired his naked body. He is absolutely delightful, she thought, as she stoked her hand down his back and over his buttocks. She loved the sensation of his body shivering when she touched him. She took her hands away and went over to the nurse's tray.

Peter felt so humbled and shamed that he could not countenance his predicament. He waited in absolute dread as he heard the clink of jars being moved upon the nurse's tray. He tensed his body nervously; afraid of what was to come.

Suddenly he felt Patricia lean over him, placing her pretty face next to his, as she looked him in the eye. Her voice was soft and gentle. "Now just relax your little bottom sweetheart. You can do that for me can't you Peter?"

He gasped, as suddenly she inserted her slender hand between the cheeks of his bottom. The cold lubricant seemed to penetrate the very core of his being.

"Oooohh." He groaned, as she applied it copiously to the very centre of his sphincter, her fingers prodding and probing deliberately.

"There now, just relax and let me rub it in well so that it penetrates your skin."

Peter began to shiver as she slipped her left hand around his waist and pressed the palm against his tummy. Her right hand was sliding up and down the crevice between his buttocks, spreading more and more lubricant over the tender flesh of his sphincter.

Patricia knew that she would not be able to resist the temptation as she let the palm of her left hand slide lower and lower. She could feel the softness of his pubic hair as her hand descended. Suddenly, she felt the base of his penis touch the side of her hand. The boy's reaction was to gasp in dismay as she casually let her fingers encircle the rigidly erected shaft.

"Oh Peter, you are a naughty young boy, aren't you. You will have to be taken firmly in hand. I hope you know how wicked you are, making your penis stick out like this. You should be ashamed of yourself exposing your penis so disgracefully."

Patricia was determined to make the most of her sudden position of authority. Quickly, she retracted the foreskin and rubbed her thumb over the end of the exposed corona of the glans. She felt it throb, a deep pulse running through the whole shaft as she squeezed it firmly.

Peter could not help his body shivering with the acute sensation. He had never felt more embarrassed and yet he could not control the vigour of his erection.

Patricia squeezed once more and then took her hand away. She did not know quite how aroused the young boy was - and certainly did not want to risk him ejaculating.

She placed the flat of her palm against his pubis and firmed up the stroke of her hand between the tender cheeks of his bottom. She was suddenly aware that Christine and the nurse had returned to the study. Gently she stroked her hand over both cheeks of his bottom, applying a thin coating of the cool lubricant.

"Poor Peter, does that feel nice on your bottom, I can see the marks of the cane quite plainly. Does it still hurt, poor baby... you have been caned thoroughly, haven't you?"

It was a few minutes later that Camilla was ready to proceed with Peter's humiliating ordeal. A White hospital blanket had been doubled and placed upon the desk. Two linen pillows had been placed at either end of the blanket and the nurse's tray had been placed within reach upon a side table.

Camilla could not help noting the sly look that Christine had cast at Patricia as she escorted the boy to the table. Camilla was sure that she had seen a look of envy upon Christine's face as the girl had watched her young friend diligently spreading lubricant in-between the cheeks of the young boy's bottom and had heard him groan and gasp in his abject embarrassment.

Camilla took hold of the boy's waist and positioned him with his bottom pressed against the edge of the desk where one of the white linen pillows had been placed. Peter was blushing furiously as Camilla spoke to him. Her voice was soft and comforting.

"Don't worry Peter, we'll soon have those little testes of yours emptied for you."

Camilla motioned to the two young prefects.

"Right Patricia and Gillian, stand at either side of Peter, there that's the way. Now Peter when I tell you, I want you to lean back on to the desk. I am sure a slender and supple young boy like you can manage that can't you? Come along, stretch your arms out above your head."

She watched the boy lean back, his spine bowing gracefully as if in a backward dive.

"Now Patricia and Christine, just lift his legs until he is laid flat on his back... there that's the way. Now if you bend his legs over and outwards, that will be perfect."

Peter groaned in despair. He had never felt so naked or exposed. His cheeks were bright red and there was a look of trepidation upon his face. Patricia thought he looked delightful as she held the crook of his knee pressed against her breasts. Casually she stroked her hand down the inside of his thigh as if to comfort him.

Camilla looked down at the naked boy. The girls held his legs over his chest with his bottom blatantly raised up in front of her. She adjusted the pillow until it was supporting the small of his back and then smiled at the two prefects.

"Just spread his legs a little wider so that I can see him properly." Miss Watts watched as both girls stepped back a pace, stretching the boy's legs widely apart. Camilla could see that his sphincter had been well lubricated as his buttocks were parted.

His penis was still erect and was pointing towards his face as Camilla stepped closer to his raised buttocks. She watched as Angela Parson lifted the boy's head and placed the second pillow under it.

Camilla turned to nurse Trent. "Would you stand close by me, please nurse? I only have one pair of hands... and I am sure that you will know what to do when the time comes.

"Look at me Richard, I want you to obey my instructions. Do you hear me?"

The boy looked at her, only needing to raise his eyes to see her beautifully featured face. Peter was totally embarrassed to be spread naked before the innocent looking Miss. Watts. Her expression seemed so caring and gentle, that he actually felt guilty that she should see his penis so rampantly displayed.

Her softly spoken words caused him to blush once more. "That's a good boy, now pay attention. I want you to give me, as much semen as you can produce, Peter. So be a good boy and relax your bottom for me, so that I can penetrate you fully."

Peter blushed to an even deeper shade of red which delighted Camilla. She delicately adjusted her glasses before smiling at the young nurse and holding out her slender right hand towards her.

"Would you put the glove on for me Nurse Trent I can never get them on first time."

Nurse Trent smiled as she slipped the tips of the latex glove on to Camilla's fingers and then slid it expertly on to her hand, snapping the latex loudly around her tiny wrist. She then held the open jar of lubricant towards her.

Peter's body gave a violent shudder as Miss. Watts touched the tender opening of his bottom. The cold lubricant seemed to intensify his feeling of nakedness -- and he suddenly realised just how widely his buttocks were spread apart.

"Nice deep breaths now Peter, in... out, in... out, there that's the way." Without warning she pressed two slender fingers against the opening of his bottom, feeling them slide through his sphincter with ease.

"Oooohhh. Oooooooh."

Peter was unable to stifle his cry as he felt his bottom suddenly impaled by her skilful fingers.

"Oh... ahhhh. Miss" Peter grunted as he felt her fingers move inside him.

"There we are sweetheart, just relax. Deep breaths now." She listened to his breathing as she cupped his scrotum in her other hand, smoothing her fingers over the bulging sac in a comforting gesture.

She knew that she dared not stimulate his prostate immediately. She wanted to make sure that his bottom was properly penetrated before she applied any meaningful pressure to the gland.

"I am just going to examine inside you for a moment... so just relax Peter." She looked into his blushing face. She leaned forward filling his vision as she whispered softly to him. "Don't worry Peter, I'll take good care of you."

She leaned back again, aware of the knowing smile from her headmistress.

Miss. March was overjoyed with the performance of her young tutor as she watched Miss. Watts completely subjugate the young boy.

Camilla carefully traced the pad of her finger against his prostate gland. She could actually feel a throbbing movement in sequence with the vertical pendulum movement of his penis, as it to begun to bounce involuntarily against his tummy.

She gently stretched the sphincter in small increments until she was satisfied with the amount of dilation. She eased her fingers from his bottom, hearing him sigh in relief as his sphincter closed fully.

She looked at the headmistress and smiled. "Do you think you could do the honours for me headmistress?"

Miss. March smiled and, out of sight of Peter's view, she held up the measuring jar.

Camilla turned her attention to the two young prefects, noticing that they were both gently caressing the insides of the boy's thigh with their free hands.

"Are you both managing alright?" Both young girls nodded their assent; suddenly looking at her quizzically as Camilla gave them a more meaningful look.

"I want Peter to be fully supported now." The girls seem to suddenly grasp the import of her words. They immediately took a tighter hold of his legs. She nodded to them, acknowledging that they had acted correctly. She wanted to make sure that they were fully prepared for his response when she perpetrated the deep incursion of her hand into of his bottom.

She looked at the boy's youthful and innocent face, noticing that he seemed a little more relaxed, although his cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment. Angela Parson was standing right behind him and Camilla addressed her directly.

"Peter seems to be doing very well Miss Parson. If you would like to provide a little stimulus I would be most grateful." Camilla nodded towards Peter's chest and smiled at Angela as she acknowledged the silent message.

"Right Peter, deep breaths again if you can... lets see how well you can do sweetheart. Are you ready... in...out, in... out, there we are, that's perfect. You are a clever little boy."

Camilla smiled at Sylvia Trent as the pretty nurse held out the jar towards her.

"Thank you nurse." Camilla leaned her head close to Nurse Trent as she dipped all four fingers into the large jar of lubricating cream.

"Skin right back... and a firm squeeze of the testes please." Camilla whispered as she coated her whole hand with cream.

Camilla turned her attention to the naked young boy. She thought he looked quite beautiful, as he lay prostrated in front of her. She looked into his face, while hiding her right hand from his field of view.

"That's the way Peter, deeper breathing now. In... out, in... out. My, you are being a good boy." Camilla waited until his breathing became deep and regular, following the rhythm of her softly spoken instruction.

"In... out, in... out."

She probed his sphincter with the tips of all four fingers, applying the merest touch of pressure so as not to alarm him. "There we go in... out, and again, in... out, why that's perfect sweetie."

She watched the boy naively follow her instructions as he concentrated on his breathing. Camilla allowed her fingers to apply a little more pressure each time he innocently exhaled his breath.

She noticed that Angela had placed the flattened palms of her hands upon his chest. She seemed to be pressing gently each time the boy exhaled. Camilla's voice seemed to have taken on a hypnotic quality as she cajoled the boy to take deeper breaths.

"What a good boy... in... out, in... out, that's the way."

Camilla reached for his penis with her left hand and slowly began to slip the foreskin up and down in time with his breathing. She saw the boy look at her, startled and embarrassed by the sudden intimacy of her touch.

She looked at him caringly as she continued to prod his sphincter with the four carefully folded fingers of her right hand. The pressure was gentle but insistent, timed to perfection with the slippery stimulus that she was applying to his penis. She increased the pressure of her fingers against his sphincter as she squeezed with her left hand, forcing the foreskin up and down the throbbing shaft.

"There we are sweetheart... in... out, in..."

Suddenly... and without any prior warning, Camilla pressed hard with her right hand. It was deliberate and carefully prepared movement that took the boy completely by surprise. She had given the boy no time to resist her deft penetration.

Arrhhhhhh... ooooOOOOHHH. Peter's cry echoed around the study as he arched his back and tensed his legs.

"Ooooh... nooooh."

Camilla was almost taken aback by the ferocity of his tormented response to the intense and invasive feeling of all four of her fingers penetrating his bottom at the same time. She found that the whole of her slender hand, apart from the thumb, had been easily able to penetrate through his sphincter and up into his anus.

Oh what a joy, she thought... the pliability of a young boy's sphincter! She looked at his face. His features were contorted... not in pain she thought... but in utter abandonment, as his head thrashed from side to side between the bared forearms of the young secretary.

Camilla could see that Angela was pressing his chest back down towards the bed. She tightened her fingers around the shaft of the young boy's penis, sliding her fingers dexterously and skilfully up and down the steel-like shaft.

Camilla knew that she was capable of producing an intensity of sexual sensation that would easily overwhelm a young boy. She also knew that to produce the maximum effect, she would need several pairs of hands.

Miss Watts nodded to Nurse Trent and watched her as she reached over and replaced her own hand on the boy's penis. Camilla observed clinically as the nurse pulled the foreskin back down the shaft until it the entire head was fully bared. The nurse held the shaft of the penis so that it was perfectly upright and fully available for Camilla.

"If you would lift his testicles for me as well Nurse."

Camilla began to move her fingers slowly inside his bottom. She was completely aware of how acutely this effected young boys. She knew that the boy would ejaculate quite quickly as soon as she applied a firm pressure to his prostate gland. She gently began a slightly stronger manipulation inside his bottom as she watched the young nurse ply her experienced hands upon the young boy.

"Poor baby, there now, it will be all over soon sweetheart." Her words belied her actions; she placed the flattened palm of her left hand over the tip of his penis and rotated it cruelly against the sensitive opening of his urethra.

The effect was immediate as Peter groaned in exquisite torment. Sylvia Trent held the shaft of the boy's penis perfectly upright as Camilla applied her newfound skills to the complete and utter plundering of his senses.

"Poor baby, Peter. Don't worry; I'll soon have your little penis squirting into the jar. Now hold tight sweetheart."

Camilla curled her fingers deep within Peter's bottom. She let them plough cruelly over his swollen prostate gland while, hypocritically, she cooed to him in soft sweet tones.

"There Peter, now let me have some nice big spurts sweetheart. I am going to start stimulating you to ejaculation, now just try and stay still for me."

Camilla's words were a mere sop towards assuaging the exquisite and complete rape and ransacking of his youthful senses.

She let the fingernails of her left hand tease his urethral opening as she formed her forefinger and thumb into a ring.

"Now, try and relax your bottom Peter, this might feel a little intense." Her words, so important to the young boy's later recollections of events, rolled silkily off her tongue.

She squeezed the flesh-made ring of her finger and thumb tightly around the corona of his penis. She knew that without the covering of his foreskin, her stimulation to the head of the penis would be almost unbearable for the boy. With a callous abandon she gestured to Nurse Trent to hold the foreskin back even more tightly, as she began a flurry of movement over the sensitive rim of the glans-penis.

She watched clinically as the boy arched his back in utter anguish and torment. He had no defence against the sexual onslaught that was being wrought upon his young body. His prostate gland seemed to expand and then deflate against the diligent and skilful prodding and probing. Camilla knew that no young boy, however stoic, could withstand this kind of stimulation.

"There we are Peter... nice big spurts now, I want your full and thorough emission. Do your best, there's a clever little boy."

She watched his body shudder as Miss March leaned over, holding the measuring jar just a few inched away from the head of his penis.

His ejaculation was a sight to behold. His body suddenly stiffened and shivered in a fine vibration. His paroxysm was so profound that his body seemed to quiver like the string of a bow, just after the arrow had been loosed.

His features were in rictus as jets of semen erupted from the tip of his penis. Each rich spurt seemed to be propelled with a furious vigour. The boy was wracked with emotion as each anguished ejaculation, seemingly wrenched from his body, splattered against the glass jar.

"Arhhhh, oooooOOOH." Peter cried out in a long and anguished scream of torment. His anguished cry surprised everyone with its volume and intensity.

The headmistress watched as Miss. Watts studiously stimulated the boy's flesh. The young tutor's hand seemed almost a blur as it flew over the bared corona of his penis.

Camilla deftly pressed her hand deeper inside his bottom as she simultaneously stimulated the captive flesh of his penis. She knew that the boy was in utter torment and yet she was determined to ensure that his ejaculation would be a profound experience for him. Although her hands were being vigorously applied to his bottom and his penis, her voice was cool and demure.

"Come along Peter, I need a thorough extraction. Let's see what you can do."

Her words seemed to spur the boy on as he continued to spurt thick ropes of semen into the jar. Camilla could see that Patricia and Christine were both having to hold his legs tightly as Peter began to shudder wildly while he continued to ejaculate into the jar. She watched him carefully until the last globule of semen was emitted from the tip of his penis.

"Good boy. Now this next bit may feel a little intense, so try and do your best."

Peter gasped as Miss. Watts tightened the grip of her fingers around the head of his penis and pressed her thumb against the rim of the glans. She knew that his penis had become ultra-sensitive to her touch and that she would have normally finished stimulating him at this point. However she did not allow him any respite from her ministrations.

She let her hand score cruelly over the head of his penis, pinching the very tip of the flesh as she completed her up-stroke. She reoriented her fingers deep within his bottom and prodded the prostate gland as she had been taught. The effect was immediate as the boy began to writhe in utter torment.

His mouth opened wide in a silent scream as Camilla nodded to the nurse.

"I would like a firm squeeze of his testes, please nurse if you would - and Angela, some stimulus to the..."

Camilla did not have to finish her sentence as she observed Angela take the boy's nipples between the finger and thumb of each hand and squeeze them firmly.

"Noooo... oooOOOHH... please nooo... oohh."

Miss. Watts was surprised at her own response to the boy's anguished cry.

She felt an immediate and deep shard of pleasure slice through her body as his cries rang in her ears. Camilla climaxed. She could not believe the suddenness or the intensity of her orgasm. She pressed her legs together and shivered, before rapidly realising that she had made the magnetic eggs move firmly inside her. She could not help the sudden shudder that engulfed her body, nor could she find the presence of mind to hide her response to their unexpected movement.

Nevertheless she contained her desire to gasp in ecstasy as she watched the boy arch his back in torment. She diligently prodded her fingers deep inside his bottom. His movements were feverish and anguished as she goaded his flesh into one final ejaculation.

His body had become completely rigid, his sinews stretched taut as if he had been electrocuted. The unexpected emission nearly caught Miss. March by surprise as the long rope of semen clung to the lip of the jar.

As Peter looked though his tear-laden eyes at the seemingly shy and demure Miss Watts, his face blushed to a deeper hue of red. His tormented ejaculation was so profound that he had felt as if is senses were being forcefully pillaged.

The slender hand inside his bottom seemed to envelop every sexual fibre that he possessed. Her vigorous ministrations reached to his very core, propelling his seed up through his penis in a cruel and anguished expulsion. Each emission extorted from his body so intensely that he was subjected to an anguished and ultimately tormented surrender of his seminal fluid.

Miss Watts looked quite concerned as the last emission of semen splattered into the jar. Her face was serene and caring as she spoke to the anguished young boy.

"There Peter, you have been a good boy. Now just lie still while we attend to you."

Camilla knew that the boy was near to fainting as slipped her hand from his bottom. She was aware that he would never have experienced anything quite so traumatic or harrowing. She stroked her hand gently over his pubis, her words were comforting and calming as she leaned forward and patted him

"You have been a good boy Peter... and I am pleased to say, that I do not have to take you over my knees and spank your bare bottom."

As if in complete submission, Peter's head fell back onto the pillow. He was exhausted and drained both physically and mentally.

Camilla motioned to the two young prefects, who allowed his legs to relax so that his feet were resting on the desk.

The calmness of her voice surprised her as she looked down at the young boy and then looked up at Patricia.

She could see that the excited young prefect was perfectly enthralled by the subjugation of the naked young boy. Patricia's eyes were shining brightly and her pretty lips were parted in rapturous look of sexual gratification.

Miss Watts turned to the headmistress. "You know Miss March, I think that it would be beneficial if we could find a mentor for Peter. Eighteen-year-old boys are at a very difficult stage of their lives, whereas girls seem so much more mature at this age."

Miss March glanced at Patricia. She had already noted the girl's avid and open interest in the young boy.

"Well Miss Watts. If we could find someone suitable, it would mean that the rules of the PDPS would then apply to Peter. His mentor, whoever she may be, would have complete control over him. She would be able to ensure that he was regularly checked to see that he did not have an inappropriate erection... and of course ensure that he was thoroughly milked of his semen, should it be necessary."

Miss March moved back slightly so that she was behind Patricia. She could see that the pretty young prefect was gazing down at the naked body of the young boy.

She spoke again. "I am hoping that we have our new PDPS facility up and running soon. So, should we be able to find a mentor for Peter, she would be able to use the new facility to ensure that he was regularly drained. I am very much against young boys masturbating, but of course they must be made to ejaculate regularly. So I think the idea of a mentor would be perfect for Peter."

Miss Watts smiled as Patricia turned to the headmistress. Her voice was soft but eager as she addressed Miss March.

"Erm, do you think that I might be suitable, Miss March? Peter is in my class... and sometimes I notice that he is not always concentrating on his work. I think it might have something to do with his penis being stiff so often. I am sure I could soon learn to milk him properly."

Miss Watts could hardly stifle the giggle she felt rising up inside her as Patricia discussed the boy so innocently.

Miss March also had trouble keeping a smile from her face as she answered the young prefect.

"Well Patricia, if you can find the time from your duties as a Prefect, then I think you would be an ideal young girl to have Peter in your charge. However I must warn you that you will be responsible for his discipline.

The PDPS require that boys be punished if they do not conform... and to that end, they supply a regulation paddle that is only sanctioned for use upon bared buttocks. Do you think you would be able to perform that task upon Peter, should it be required?"

Miss March was aware that Patricia was not looking at her, but was avidly looking into Peter's blushing face as she replied.

"Oh yes Miss, I am sure that I could do that for him. My mother always says that the world would be a lot better place if young boys like Peter were spanked regularly."

She looked deep into Peter's blushing face, seeing his embarrassment as she spoke softly to him.

"Would you be a good little boy Peter if I was to take care of you?" Patricia stroked her hand over his tummy, as she looked deep into his eyes. Her hand moved lower, gently brushing over his penis and in-between his legs. She curled her fingers delicately around the bulging scrotum and spoke softly to him.

"You would have to be a good boy and let me empty your plump little balls for you. Well Peter, will you let me do that for you?"

Peter looked up at Patricia as she leaned over him. He had never thought that such a pretty girl would ever have any interest in him. At the same time his embarrassment at what had been arranged for him was so great that he could hardly bring himself to speak.

He felt Patricia's hand tighten around his scrotum, as he lay helpless upon the headmistress's desk. "Oh erm, miss... yes Miss."

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