TIMMY

BY TOMMY
encoretommy@yahoo.fr

[ part 1 ]

“I’m sorry Timmy, I know it’s only your first day here, but I have to punish you!”

Claire Markham, Timmy’s aunt, was mopping up the milk from the table, looking at the young ten year old sitting on a wooden stool, an empty glass in his hands. Timmy had only arrived at the station a few hours before, clutching a small bag containing everything he owned in the world. His aunt still couldn’t understand why such a beautiful boy hadn’t been adopted years ago.

His large blue eyes peeped out from under a shock of blond curls. Her words took a while to sink in. They were said in a friendly but firm tone.

“I asked you twice to be careful with your milk.” his aunt continued. “I’m not an unreasonable woman but I do insist on obedience.”

She smiled as the young boy looked up. “When I was a teacher I had to manage classes of thirty boys your age and I learned very quickly just how important it is to have firm discipline.” She felt herself tingle at the memory. The fact that the tingling was concentrated around a most private part of her anatomy was something she kept to herself-and a few very close friends.

Timmy placed his glass on the table. “Sorry auntie.” he said quietly. He wondered what his aunt meant by the word ‘punish’. His foster parents had often sent him to his room and he’d come close to getting the slipper at school a few times.

His aunt looked at her watch. “Cook will be here in a minute to prepare dinner, so I suggest we go upstairs.” Timmy followed the tall lady out of the door. About forty years old, and widowed for the last five, her inheritance had allowed her to give up her job at the local private boarding school and to devote herself full-time to the upkeep of the huge house.

In the large hall, there were two young girls busy removing their riding boots. Claire introduced Timmy to her daughters. Alison was thirteen and the spitting image of her mother, tall, slim with those angular features so typical of the aristocracy.

Jessica was nine and quite the opposite, small, plump with mischievous twinkling eyes and short brown hair. She looked Timmy up and down, grinning.

Claire smiled and put a hand on Timmy’s shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll be very happy here Timmy. Unfortunately I’ll be quite busy with committees during the holidays so when I’m not here Alison will be in charge.” Timmy gazed at the the girl in question. She smiled warmly and bent the thin riding whip in her hands, glancing at her mother. Claire saw the twinkle in her daughter’s eye and was momentarily surprised. Could her daughters have inherited her own particular little fetish as well?

Guiding the boy to the study she closed the door and sat down behind her desk. Her hands were sweating. “Timmy, you must realise that to live together as a family, there have to be rules and the most important rule is to be obedient.” She paused. “I think for your own sake I have to start how I mean to continue. As I said before, it’s unfortunate that this should happen on your first day, but I have to be firm.” She looked at Timmy’s innocent eyes and smiled. The social services must be terribly hard up, she thought. The boy was dressed in his last school uniform of white shirt and grey pullover. Her eyes fell, not for the first time, on his tight grey shorts and she swallowed. Apart from his angelic face, his other most prominent feature was very much, in her opinion, his rather large pert behind that looked as if it would split his shorts at any second.

“The only punishment I use in this house is corporal.” Timmy heard her say. “I have a slipper and two canes in that cupboard over there,” she said, pointing to the wall. “However since this is the first time, I think just a spanking will suffice. Come here please!”

Timmy walked over. His foster-mother had very occasionally slapped his backside but it had never really hurt. This lady behaved more like a teacher. Best to get it over with, he thought. Standing in front of her, he turned and bent over, touching his toes as he’d seen other boys do at school when they were slippered.

His aunt laughed. “Do stand up Timmy.” She stood him in front of her and held him by the waist. “Timmy, I’m only going to spank you. You don’t have to bend over for that.” As she spoke her fingers quickly undid the top of his shorts and slid them down. Timmy looked at her in surprise.

“With my daughters I always put them over my knee and spank them on their knickers.” she continued, admiring his thin light blue underpants. “But you’re a boy and as we all know, boys are always spanked on the bare bottom.” Timmy didn’t know this. His aunt held the elasticated top of his pants and started to slowly pull them down. His hands went to hers and he pouted, a few tears in his eyes. “No auntie-please!”

His aunt stopped and looked at him sternly. “Timmy, I do hope you’re not being disobedient again. Twice in one day would earn you a good caning in front of the girls!” She explained. “When someone deserves the cane, they always get it in front of the others.”

Her expression softened as she moved his hands away. “Besides Timmy, you shouldn’t be shy. You have to treat me as your mother now. I’ll be giving you a bath later on, and you don’t have a bath with your pants on-do you!”

Turning her attention back to his underpants she suddenly realised that his shirt was getting in the way. “Hold your shirt up for me please Timmy. That’s it, up to your tummy.”

She continued to slide his underpants down, very slowly. Part of Timmy wondered why his aunt was doing it so slowly, but his innocence allowed the thought to go no further. He didn’t notice his aunt’s hands trembling or her heavy breathing.

The thin material slid over his privates, exposing everything to her gaze. Claire swallowed and admired the boy’s cute little penis and smooth balls. It had been so long since she’d done this. There hadn’t been a single boy in her class who hadn’t received similar treatment. How she missed those days! After leaving, her close friends at the school had sometimes sent boys to her house for extra tuition, knowing full well what she’d do with them. She was very grateful, but with time, the supply of little boys to spank had dwindled. She now had, on average, only one sent to her every month.

“Right Timmy, over my lap please.” Claire sat up straight and gently pulled the boy over. She could feel the tingling increase as she lifted one knee higher and adjusted his position. Looking down at Timmy’s juicy plump bottom, she felt herself close to orgasm. Not yet, she thought. Savour every second.

Her hands glided over his pert buttocks, fingers delving between his thighs. Gently she parted his cheeks and lightly brushed his sweet little bumhole with her finger. She smiled. Boys were such simple creatures, she thought. So easy to manipulate.

Lifting her hand, she brought it down smartly right in the middle of his left buttock. The loud slap seemed incredibly loud. She continued to spank the same buttock until the colour had changed to a rosy pink. Timmy was surprised to find that it wasn’t as painful as he’d feared. Occasionally a slap would make him gasp, but his aunt seemed to be spanking him very lightly.

Claire grinned as she continued to spank the bottom under her. She had no intention of inflicting too much pain on Timmy’s first day. All she wanted to do was to gently get the boy used to her little sessions. Occasionally, between spanks, she’d touch his bumhole, knowing what effect it usually had.

Timmy had got used to his aunt’s light slaps and though his backside was clearly getting hotter, he didn’t really seem to be suffering. He occasionally felt her finger touching something in his bottom that made him feel funny, but he didn’t know why.

Something else was happening too, though only his aunt noticed it. She felt something hard pressing through her thin dress. During the hot summers, she preferred to wear nothing underneath. Smiling, she pulled the boy further over her lap and leaned back, opening her legs a little wider. “Nearly finished now Timmy.” she said breathlessly. She spanked him with more force now, pushing his bottom down, lifting herself up slightly each time.

“Ow…aunty, please aunty, it’s so sore!” Timmy started to cry, wriggling his bottom. The effect on Claire was just as she expected. Looking up at the ceiling, she opened her mouth in a silent scream as the orgasm wracked her body.

She stopped spanking him and stroked his red bottom gently, making soothing noises. “There, there, it’s all over.” She caressed his bumhole with her little finger, smiling at the effect it had. Timmy stopped crying and lay there quietly enjoying the strange tingly feeling.

Claire continued her caresses for a few more minutes, then stood the boy up. “See Timmy, it wasn’t so bad was it?” she asked kindly. She glanced down and grinned. Her light caresses had worked their magic. Timmy looked down and saw his willy sticking up. For a second he seemed surprised, then worried as he saw his aunt gazing at it intently.

“Don’t worry Timmy. This often happens to little boys.” Claire hesitated a second, then took his stiff little penis between her fingers. Timmy gasped but didn’t move.

“Your slate has been wiped clean Timmy.” his aunt said. “That’s the good thing about a sore bottom. It means that you’ve been forgiven and we can all continue as normal.”

She talked to him for a few minutes. All this time, she kept his erection firmly in her grasp, occasionally squeezing it to make a point. At first, Timmy was surprised and watched in horror as her fingers played absent-mindedly with his tight foreskin. After a few minutes however, he seemed to accept it and stood meekly, still holding his shirt up. In fact he found himself quite getting used to it, especially the strange tingly feeling. If his auntie would just continue for a little longer…

Claire saw the glazed look in his eyes and quickly released him, pulling up his pants, then his shorts.

“You may go and explore the house and gardens now Timmy,” she announced. “We’ll be eating at seven and I expect you to wash your hands. Then you’ll have a bath and go to bed.”

Timmy skipped out and Claire sat down thinking about what had just happened. A smile formed as she considered the future.

She wasn’t the only one smiling. Nine year old Jessica stepped down from the chair outside the study window, a big grin on her face. Just wait till she told Alison. They were going to have such fun!