TIMMY

BY TOMMY
encoretommy@yahoo.fr

[ part 4 ]

Timmy opened his eyes and yawned. The sun streamed in through the window illuminating the vase of flowers on the edge of his dressing table. Downstairs he could hear a car door slamming and his aunt shouting goodbye to someone.

He remembered. His aunt was going to be away all day. He’d be on his own with the girls.

Returning from the bathroom he got back into bed and closed his eyes. He’d get up in a few minutes. He remembered having his bath before going to bed. His aunt had washed him so gently and she wasn’t at all angry when his thing went hard-which it seemed to do all the time now. It was funny when she put the soap all over it and made the tingly feeling start. Last night she’d washed it for longer than usual.

Thinking about it made him feel tingly now. Under the sheets, he slipped his pyjama trousers down to his knees and held his willy. Auntie always stroked it-like this. He smiled as he felt it stiffen, pressing against the sheets. The tingling grew stronger. Timmy stroked the end for a while, then took it between his fingers and started to rub up and down. Should he tell his aunt was he was doing? Perhaps she’d be pleased that he was helping to make his foreskin looser. Somehow he doubted it. Perhaps he shouldn’t say anything about what he was doing now.

The tingling grew in intensity. It was so very nice. What if he rubbed it a bit faster? His breathing grew heavier, his hand moving up and down under the sheets.

Abruptly, the sheets were pulled back and cold air hit his thighs. Standing over him was Alison, a look of disbelief and disgust on her face. Jessica was just behind her, her mouth open in amazement.

Timmy’s warm tingly world collapsed around him.

“You dirty, filthy, disgusting little boy!” shouted Alison, pulling the sheets right off him. Timmy released his throbbing little willy, now shrinking rapidly, and reached down to pull his pyjama trousers up.

“Oh no you don’t!” shouted Alison, grabbing his arm and pulling him up out of bed. Timmy looked at the girls in horror, his face deep crimson with embarrassment. His pjyama bottoms lay on the floor around his ankles.

Alison took a deep breath. “I cannot believe what I have just seen! Just wait till mother hears about this.”

Timmy looked down to avoid their eyes. A tear fell from his eye. What he’d done was wrong. He didn’t know why but he felt it must be very serious.

Alison winked at Jessica. “You know Jessica, since mother’s not here, perhaps we should phone that nice Miss Stenton and ask her to come and deal with him.” Timmy looked up horror. “No, please Alison, please don’t tell her-please!” He put his face in his hands and sobbed.

“I..I’ll do whatever you say Alison, you can punish me –please Alison-not Miss Stenton!” Alison tried not to smile.

“Go down and have breakfast Timmy. We’ll decide what to do with you later.” She pointed to his pyjama trousers. “Fold those up neatly before you go!” Timmy obeyed and reached for his pants. Alison stopped him. “Oh no young man, you stay like this for the rest of the day. Now go!”

Timmy played with his cereal bowl, his appetite gone. The hard wooden chair felt so cold against his naked buttocks.

The door opened and the girls came in. “Well Timmy, we’ve decided to give you a choice. Mother’s locked her canes away so I can’t use those on you” She didn’t feel it worth mentioning that, in any case, she was forbidden from using them.

“However, I do have a nice riding crop which I think would do just as well.” She looked at Jessica. “You either come and take your beating now or we phone Miss Stenton. Timmy stood up. “I’ll take my beating from you, please miss,” he said meekly. He had no doubt that it would be very painful, but the thought of the Headmistress he’d met getting her hands on him was too awful to contemplate.

He followed them upstairs to the study. In the middle of the room, the girls had placed a heavy chair. Alison’s riding crop was on top.

She picked it up and ordered him to bend over the chair. Timmy did as he was told, tears already running down his face. He gripped the end but was suddenly surprised and scared to feel Alison moving them. “Just to make sure you don’t try and get away!” she said, slipping some rope around his wrists. She pulled his arms down hard and tied them to the chair legs. Next she did the same to his ankles, ignoring his pleas for her to stop.

Jessica came up behind him. He felt her breathing grow faster, then a hand reached between his legs and fondled his little balls. “Shall I make it stiff for you Timmy?” she asked, laughing at her joke. Timmy shut his eyes. Please let this be just a bad dream. She withdrew her hand and looked at her sister who was gripping her riding whip.

“I don’t know yet how many I’m going to give you Timmy.” she said, tapping his twitching buttocks with the end. “However we’ve got all day to decide!” She smiled. “I think six to start with, then Jessica can give you six. After that we’ll leave you here for a an hour or so while we have lunch. I’m sure you’ll be ready for more later!”

She pushed the riding whip between his cheeks. Timmy felt the tip touching his little bumhole. His willy jerked in response. “No, no, please don’t !” whined Timmy, pulling on the ropes.

“Okay here’s the first one.” He heard her say. Alison raised the whip. At that second she saw Jessica gazing at the door, her face white.

“Just what on earth do you think you are doing young lady!” her mother’s voice boomed.

Explanations were swift. Their mother’s meetings had all been cancelled. She untied Timmy and comforted him while the girls tried desperately to convince their mother that it was all Timmy’s fault.

Claire held up her hand for silence. “You’ve both behaved disgracefully and you’ll both be caned.” She announced. Alison looked sick. “Alison, I’m ashamed of you, abusing your authority in such a way. You know very well that you may use only the slipper and no more!” The girls tried to reason with her but she sent them to their rooms, with orders to return in half an hour without their skirts.

Claire stood Timmy in front of her. “As for you Timmy, we have to look into this matter a little more. I will not tolerate any boy abusing himself!”

Secretly she was delighted that the boy had started trying to masturbate so soon. It gave her another means of control over him. In time, perhaps soon, he’d be allowed to experience his first orgasm, but it would be done on her terms, when she decided he was ready and with her in complete control. She remembered the early days at her school when spot checks in the dormitories were commonplace almost every evening, boys with erections marched down to the staff room for inspection and punishment, boys with stained handkerchieves spanked hard by the matron and boys found to have masturbated beaten naked in front of the whole school. Those were the days. She really must talk to Miss Stenton about this!

Snapping out of her daydream she turned her attention back to the little boy in front of her. “I know you’ve been frightened by the girls, and they’ll both be punished for it, but you know very well you deserve a proper punishment for your disgusting behaviour.” She paused. “I’m going to have a cup of tea and when I come back I propose to give you three strokes of the cane.” She patted his bottom. “You’re all ready I see. Go to the toilet, then come back and stand facing the wall here, hands on your head!” She rose and walked out.

Tommy lay face down on his bed, his hand occasionally feeling the three raised weals on his backside. He’d never known anything so painful. It had been like a red hot poker applied to his skin. He’d been the first one to be punished and his aunt had left him in doubt that the only reason he wasn’t getting six strokes like the others was because he’d suffered so much already.

He remembered watching, through his tears, the girls bending over the chair after him. Jessica had been philosophical about the whole thing, though she’d still yelled and wriggled an awful lot. He couldn’t possibly imagine how anyone could remain in position for six strokes. Alison had suffered most. Her mother used a different cane for her eldest daughter, longer and thicker than the other one. The girl had taken the first two strokes with only a sharp gasp of breath, but the third stroke had her wailing and pleading for her mother to stop.

Claire had been furious with her daughters, not so much because of what they’d done to Timmy, but because they had quite openly disobeyed her instructions on dealing with him. In fact, if the truth were known, she’d found the sight of Timmy tied over the chair most exciting. Alison was clearly a most interesting and imaginative young lady. Perhaps in future she should give Alison and Jessica more authority over Timmy rather than restricting it. After all, Timmy certainly had deserved a good beating.

The door opened and his aunt walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. She was pleased to see that Timmy hadn’t put his pyjama trousers back on. All three children had been sent to their rooms for the rest of the day.

“How are the stripes?” she asked smiling. “Still sore?” She ran her finger over one of the weals. “A little bit auntie,” said Timmy, turning his head to see her. He hesitated. “Auntie, I..I’m sorry auntie..I..” Claire put her finger to his lips. “Yes Timmy, I’m sure you are, but you’ve had your punishment so the matter is finished.”

Timmy propped his head up on his elbows. Claire ran her finger slowly along the inside of his leg. “When my grandfather was little, boys who abused themselves had nasty metal tubes put over their penis when they went to bed. The tubes had sharp pins inside to stop the boys playing with themselves.” She laughed.

“However, these days we use far more humane methods.” She reached down and picked up the bag that she’d brought in. Inside were two large strange looking gloves. “These go over your hands when you’re ready to go to bed. They’re very comfortable to wear. I do them up and then untie them for you in the morning.” Claire demonstrated on Timmy’s hand. “You see, it’s impossible for you to untie them yourself, and of course there’s no way you can abuse yourself while wearing them.”

His aunt chuckled. She knew very well that with Timmy unable to further his sexual explorations in the privacy of his own bedroom, he’d become completely dependent on her for sexual release. She imagined the tension and frustration that would build up in his body over the next few days and grinned. She was looking forward to it.

“I’ll come and give you your bath later Timmy.” She said, kissing him. “Tomorrow’s a busy day.”