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Peter looked across the room, for perhaps the fiftieth time that afternoon.
He attempted to hide his gaze by putting his hand across his forehead as if
he was in deep thought.
   As subtle and as artful as he thought his surreptitious look was, his
action was not lost on Andrea.  She turned her head, letting the sheer
sides of her blond hair flick across her face as she looked across the room
towards his table.  She was most careful not to look directly at him,
instead letting her eyes sweep across his position towards the open window.
Her causal glance was rewarded with a deep blush from Peter's face as he
quickly looked down at his work.
   The large common room was laid out with over thirty tables and chairs.
Each student was seated at his or her own table, their books and papers
occupying much of the table surface.  It was a hot afternoon and all of the
long dormer windows had been opened to allow a gentle breeze to enter the
room.
   Andrea's Mountford's beauty was legendary within the sixth form college.
Daily she spurned the attention of male sixth formers.  She was always
tactful, but such was the boys' humiliation at being turned down for a date
that they rarely dared to ask twice.  Unknown to anyone was her particular
interest in one boy.  Andrea had no interest in the jocks and school
athletes who were part of the popular social crowd at the school.  Even at
her young age, she already had a clearly defined sexual preference - and
was practical enough to know that her extreme good looks would win her any
boy that she wanted.  She had decided that that boy would be Peter Trent.
   Peter was very, very different.  Although he was extremely good looking
and his body was perfectly proportioned, he was not overly muscular.  His
skin was smooth, almost feminine compared to the rest of the boys.  His
facial features were neat and his whole demeanour was studious rather than
athletic.  The sixth form girls found him attractive and Andrea was sure
that he could have dated many of the girls if it were not for the fact that
he was painfully shy.
   Andrea had decided, quite some months ago, that she would ask Peter to
the school Prom.  She had researched her intending date and had learned
everything about him.  She knew that Peter lived alone with his mother,
having lost his father during his early childhood.  She knew, without
doubt, that he was absolutely besotted with her... and yet was certain that
he would never be able to buck up the courage to ask her out.
   Andrea too, had no father.  She lived with her mother and her aunt in a
large, modern and well-designed house on the outskirts of Cleveden.  The
low profile house was the last house in an exclusive cul-de-sac.  It was
set in its own extensive grounds and had been cleverly designed to disguise
the true extent of its size when being viewed from the roadway.  The pool
and tennis court, as well as the beautifully manicured lawns, were all
completely secluded and hidden from view.
   Both her mother and her aunt worked in private nursing.  Andrea's mother
was the matron and major shareholder of a small and exclusive cottage
hospital, which was situated close to where she lived.  Sheila, her sister,
also worked in the same hospital as a nursing sister.  Their income, along
with the insurance they had been paid when they had both lost their
`doctor' husbands in the same car accident, provided them with an excellent
standard of living.  Andrea's mother had given birth to Andrea at the age
of seventeen.  She had had a hurried marriage, but a very happy one until
her husband's tragic death.  Her younger sister, who had lost her husband
at the same time, had come to live with her after the tragedy.  Andrea's
mother, Cynthia Mountford was now thirty-four years old and her younger
sister, Sheila, had only recently celebrated her twenty-fifth birthday.
   Because of Cynthia's relatively young age for parenthood, the
relationship between Andrea, her mother and her aunt, was such that they
could talk easily to each other.  No subject was taboo... or too
controversial, or too embarrassing, that it could not be aired within this
`all female' household.  However, there had been a genuine looks of
surprise when Andrea had first told them of her sexual preferences for a
male partner and the intimate details of her sexual desires.  Although
surprised at the admission, both Cynthia and her sister realised that
Andrea had inherited this particular trait from their side of the family.
What had particularly surprised both of them, were Andrea's plans to help
achieve her goal.
   Andrea had been delighted when, after their initial shock, they had
helped with suggestions and planning until eventually, as the time for
action became nearer, there had developed an `expectancy'... a frisson of
excitement, within the house.
   It had been at breakfast that morning that Andrea had announced to her
aunt, Sheila, that today would be the day, that she would be asking Peter
to the School Prom.  Both her mother and Sheila had laughed openly.  "I
bet, from what you have already told me of Peter, that he will be blushing
down to his toes when you speak to him."
   "I know mother, I think he will... but I bet he manages to say yes."
   As the bell in the corridor sounded for the second time Andrea glanced
around the common room.  She noticed that the room had emptied quite
quickly.  The sporty, non-academic types had been the first to leave, keen
to get out into the sunshine and down to the sports fields.  Only a few
students were left within the room as Andrea got up from her desk.  Her
lithe body moved gracefully, the short pleated navy-skirt swaying against
her long shapely thighs as she moved purposefully towards the desk where
Peter was still studying.  He looked up and blushed profusely the moment he
saw her approach.  His face looked shameful and guilt ridden as he looked
at her anxiously.  `Perhaps', Andrea thought, `he thinks I am going to say
something about the surreptitious glances he has been giving me all
afternoon.'
   She deliberately stood with the front of her bare thighs pressing
against his desk as she looked down at him.  She knew that her good looks
and authoritarian demeanour intimidated him.  To her delight his blush
deepened until his whole face was suffused in a bright red glow of utter
embarrassment.  He looked up at her, his guilty expression distorting the
beautiful features of his face.
   Her tone was light and friendly as she spoke to him.  "Oh Peter, sorry
to interrupt your work, but I wondered if you had decided whether you were
going to the Prom this weekend?"
   Andrea noted that Peter had blushed again.  Purple blotches had appeared
upon his cheeks as he willed himself to look into her beautiful face.  His
hands were trembling as she held his gaze with an enquiring look.
   His lips trembled... it seemed that he was almost near to tears as he
looked at her anxiously.  "Er... no....  er miss." His voice sounded
tremulous as he tried to string his words together.  "Er no I don't have a
date ...er ... mmmm."
   "Now Peter... there is no need to call me, Miss." Andrea was well aware
that her authoritarian manner had prompted this formality.  She gazed deep
into his eyes, seeing his look of artless supplication as he nervously
looked up at her.  The look in his eyes delighted Andrea.  It was if he had
bared his entire soul to her.  She spoke to him once more.
   "Well Peter, I was thinking it will be quite a nice occasion... and I
have two tickets, but no date.  So would you like to pick me up at this
address... say around seven-thirty?" Andrea did not wait for a reply, but
merely put a printed card down upon the desk and turned away from the
blushing boy.  She knew from his expression that his emotions were in
turmoil; however she was quite certain that she would see the little Ford
convertible car that he drove, arrive at her house promptly at
seven-thirty. She knew he would have a busy time making his preparations.
Most of the boys would have already hired Tuxedos or dress suits and she
imagined there would be very little time or choice left for Peter to
organize himself for the Prom.
   *
   Peter had dutifully driven up to the house at the appointed time. 
Rather than waiting for Peter to knock, Andrea had met him on the pathway
that led to the front door.
   "I am not the sort of girl to keep such a smart young man waiting.  You
look very nice Peter... a white shirt and black evening dress really suits
you.  I am all yours for the evening... as long as you get me home for
midnight.  Mother has given me strict instructions not to be one minute
late."
   Peter was mesmerised by her words and the apparition of such a beautiful
girl.  Andrea was wearing a sheer black cocktail dress, which showed off
her firm breasts and narrow waist.  The hem of her dress came to just above
her knees, revealing her beautiful tanned legs.  He could not help blushing
nervously as she got into the car and placed her hand upon his knee.  "Now
you will promise to get me home by midnight... my mother can be very
strict." Peter was so enthralled by her beauty and the intimate touch of
her delicate hand upon his knee that he hardly heard her words.
   *
   The dinner and dance was an enormous success, thanks to Andrea's
exquisite social skills.  She managed to make Peter feel mature whenever
they were in the company of others... and yet while they were on their own,
she talked to him more as if he were a much younger boy.
   For the first part of the evening, Peter had been hesitant in his
conversation.  At one point he had looked mortified when the captain of the
football team had come over to their table just after they had finished
their meal.  He had ignored Peter completely and had smiled at Andrea as if
they were old friends.
   "Well Andrea, you look delightful!  I would be honoured if you would
care to have the next dance with me." Andrea had smiled at Peter and then
turned back to the tall muscular teenager.
   "Thank you very much Patrick, I must say you look very nice in your
Tuxedo.  Peter and I are going to dance later, but for now we are quite
happy to be on our own listening to the music... Thank you all the same."
   Peter could hardly have believed his ears as Andrea had refused the
invitation.  His heart suddenly began to race as she placed her hand over
his and smiled at him, completely ignoring the crestfallen look of the
football captain.
   Several times during the evening she had summarily refused invitations
to dance, each time looking at Peter and holding his hand.  Although she
had observed Peter on many occasions, assessing his physique as much as she
could with a visual appraisal.  She had not had the opportunity to touch
him.  She subtly used the dance floor as a further opportunity to examine
Peter's body, carefully building up a mental picture of his physical
appearance.  Sometimes touching his waist, other times his arms or
shoulders as they danced.
   Artfully she had built up a picture of his body, which she found to be
exactly to her liking.  She also relished the fact that mentally he was
extremely malleable, demonstrating no tendencies towards bravado or false
confidence.  Several times during the evening, she looked at him, holding
his gaze firmly as she spoke.  "You look very smart Peter.  It is so nice
to be taken out by such a smart young man." Her words always had the
desired effect and she would watch him blush profusely, at the same time
looking at her with such love and supplication, that she felt a thrill run
through her body.
   Andrea easily managed to keep Peter unaware of the time until it was too
late for him to do anything about it.  Abruptly, during a slow dance, she
looked at her watch and then at Peter.
   "Oh Peter... what on earth have we done... it is almost midnight and it
is a good forty minutes drive to my house.  Oh dear... we must leave
straight away".  Peter had looked crestfallen as they hurried back to the
car and began their journey back to Andrea's house.  He began to feel very
uncomfortable as Andrea spoke to him as they drove.  "Oh dear I was having
such a lovely evening Peter... and I thought, well I suppose I hoped, that
you were keeping abreast of the time."
   "I am, so sorry... erm Andrea... erm... perhaps your mother won't be too
cross.  We should only be about forty-five minutes late.  Er perhaps I
could explain it to her... I mean that it was not your fault, but mine."
Andrea smiled to herself as Peter spoke the last words.  `Yes," she
thought, "that is exactly what I would like you to do.'
   "Oh would you Peter, I would be so grateful.  I am afraid that my
mother... and my aunt will be very, very annoyed.  But if you tell them
that I did ask you to get me home by midnight, then perhaps they won't be
so cross."
   Andrea placed her hand upon his knee and saw his face immediately flush
to a bright crimson.  "For that gallant gesture Peter, I am going to kiss
you before we go into the house."
   Peter's emotions were in turmoil at the promise of a kiss.  He could
never have contemplated what was to happen as he stopped the car outside
the house.
   "Put you hands down by your sides Peter and lean back against your
seat... come along hurry, I don't want to appear even later than we are."
He felt rather mystified at the instruction but her authoritarian manner
made him obey.  He placed both hands down on the sides of his seat and
looked at her, his face flushing with redness as he looked her in the eye.
Andrea smiled to herself as she watched his embarrassment and then his
surprise as she leaned across and undid the middle button of his shirt. 
She could feel his heart beating wildly as she slipped her hand inside his
shirt and laid her flattened palm across his chest.  Slowly and sensuously
she held his nipple between her fingers as she delicately placed her lips
against his.  She forced his mouth open with her tongue and kissed him
deeply; the kiss completely robbing him of his breath and his sanity as she
held him for over a minute.  His body shuddered with a deep and reluctant
emotion as she let go of him and slipped her hand out from the inside of
his shirt.  She thrilled as she realised that he had obeyed her implicitly,
even though the moment had had him completely under her spell.  He had kept
his hands on the car seat, in exactly the way she had instructed him.
   "There... Peter... that was for being such a brave boy."
   Peter was almost near to fainting as she took his hand in hers and
walked him up to the house.  Before he could recover his equilibrium, she
pushed open the door and quickly led him inside.
   Peter flushed to a deep shade of crimson as soon as he saw that both
Andrea's mother and her young Aunt were standing waiting in the centre of
the large open hallway.
   They were both dressed impeccably.  Andrea's mother was wearing a plain
dark navy-coloured skirt and crisp white blouse, while her young aunt wore
a severely cut black business suit.  Both women had their hair tied back in
a sophisticated style, accenting the exquisite bone structure of their
faces.  It was quite easy to see where Andrea had obtained her beauty. 
Cynthia Mountford looked younger than her thirty-four years and had often
been mistaken for Andrea's sister rather than her mother.  Her make-up had
been immaculately applied adding to her innate beauty.
   Sheila was similarly made-up.  Her glasses added to the severity of her
business suit, giving her a studious and rather serious appearance.
   Andrea addressed her mother.  "This is Peter Trent who has been my date
for the evening.  I must apologise mother for being late... the time just
seemed to fly by."
   Andrea knew that the beauty of the two women, allied to their severe
expressions would have the young boy completely at odds with himself.  She
looked at him, feeling a sudden thrill as his blushing face immediately
confirmed her opinion.
   Cynthia spoke first, her beautiful face and well-groomed hair adding a
cool authority to her appearance.  "What is the meaning of coming home so
late?  It is now ten minutes to one o' clock in the morning, both your aunt
and I have been worried that you may have been involved in an accident. 
Well Andrea... what do you have to say?"
   Andrea did not have to look at Peter before he answered.  "I am sorry,
Mrs.  Mountford.  It was entirely my fault.  I promised Andrea faithfully
that I would bring her home by twelve.  She had told me that she must not
be late and I let her down.  I am so sorry."
   Andrea was delighted with Peter's reply.  Not only with the fact that
everything that she had planned seemed to be working out, but also with the
forthright contrition that Peter displayed, without stammer or excuse.
   "Well Peter, if it really is your fault... and I presume from what you
have told me, that it is.  Then I forbid you to see Andrea again.  Your
lateness has shown me that you do not pay heed to her... or to the worry
that you have caused her aunt and to me.  I will bid you goodnight young
man."
   Peter blushed again, his face colouring up to a deep crimson.  "Oh
please Mrs.  Mountford, I really have no excuse but I am really sorry for
the worry I have caused.  I don't know whether Andrea would want to see me
again, but I really do care about her... I just... erm, I really just
forgot about the time.  It was Andrea that suddenly realised how late it
was.  Please, please accept my apology..."
   "I am sorry Peter, but saying sorry and admitting your fault is fine for
you... because you know that there is no penalty.  Therefore the only way I
can punish you is to forbid you ever to see my daughter again.  If you were
my son, then I would give you a good smack-bottom which would make you
remember... and therefore modify your future behaviour."
   Peter's face was blotched with purple patches such was his embarrassment
and confusion.  He looked at Andrea and then back towards her mother.  "I
am sorry er.  Mrs.  Mountford, I truly am... erm I don't know what else to
say."
   "I can see that you are Peter, but you only have yourself to blame.  I
do intend to punish you for the distress that you have caused me - and my
sister.  I can of course smack your bottom, but otherwise I stand firm in
what I have said... that you must not see my daughter again."
   She turned towards Andrea who had managed to hide both her amusement and
her admiration for her mother's performance.
   "Did you wish to see this young man again, by that I mean, go out with
him again?"
   Andrea managed to look suitably chastened.  "Well yes mother, I really
like him... although you know that I would never ever disobey you or go
against your wishes.
   Mrs.  Mountford looked sternly at Peter who was blushing furiously and
looking down at his feet.  "I can see that you do not care to be punished,
so you had better set off home.  I expect you to respect my wishes... not
to have any contact with my daughter again."
   Andrea, you may say goodnight to Peter... and Peter... I want you to
drive very carefully on the way home.
   Peter looked forlorn and yet his heart was beating wildly after he had
heard that Andrea did want to see him again.  Mrs.  Mountford could discern
that his eyes were glistening as he looked up at her.  His voice trembled
with acute embarrassment as he tried bravely to look at her.  "I am so
sorry Mrs.  Mountford... erm... erm... I really would like to see Andrea
again."
   Andrea felt a thrill run through her body as her mother spoke again. 
"In that case Peter, I will punish you if you are sure... I will not cause
you embarrassment by punishing you in front of Andrea.  Please go through
that door to the right of you, which is my office.  Take off your evening
suit and strip right down to your underpants.  Everything else off ...
including your socks.  Andrea... you may go and get ready for bed, you may
come down and say goodnight to Peter before he leaves.  Off you go, both of
you!"
   Peter was absolutely dumbstruck.  He felt his face flush and his cheeks
begin to burn with shame.  He had not intended to accept a punishment, in
fact he was quite sure that he had not elected to be punished... rather he
had thought that Mrs.  Mountford might relent and let him see her daughter
again.  He was about to protest when Andrea turned towards him.
   Andrea placed her hands upon his burning face and turned his head
towards her.  Quickly she tilted her head down and kissed him earnestly on
his trembling lips.  "Thank you Peter," she whispered, "you are such a
brave boy and partly because of that... and your gallantry, I would really
love to see you again." She turned and walked along the hallway to the
stairs, slowly ascending the staircase without looking back.
   Mrs.  Mountford looked at the young boy, feeling a sudden thrill run
through her body as she held up her hand to stifle any protestations.  She
spoke again.  "Not another word Peter.  Off you go... I will be through in
a few moments to punish you.  You will find a clothes hanger behind the
door.  Please use it for your suit and put the rest of your clothes on one
of the chairs.  I want you to stand in the middle of the room and wait for
me.  I expect you to be ready within five minutes."
   Blindly Peter stumbled towards the dark wooden door.  He turned the
handle and walked through.  His mind was in turmoil, nothing in his young
life had prepared him for such embarrassment and humiliation.  He felt
stupid and embarrassed beyond his worst nightmare.  It had all happened so
quickly that he couldn't quite believe what was happening to him.
   Peter closed the door behind him and looked around the brightly lit
room. He felt near to tears as he glanced around the opulent office.  There
was a large desk at the end of the room and several leather sofas against
the walls, which were completely lined with bookcases apart from one other
doorway.  The second doorway surrounded a large hardwood door, which was
ajar.
   Peter could see only blackness beyond the opening of the doorway.  A
patterned carpet filled the open space in the middle of the room, the
colours looking vibrant beneath the bright lamps of the modern light
fitting, which hung from the centre of the ceiling.  Several hard-backed
chairs were placed around the front of the desk.  The desk surface itself,
which was covered in green hand-tooled leather, was bereft of clutter
having only a telephone and desk-pad upon its surface.
   Peter turned towards the door behind him and saw a wooden coat-hanger
which was hanging from a brass hook.  He felt completely foolish and
humiliated as he began to loosen his bow-tie.  His mind raced with the
sudden realisation of his predicament and thoughts of his impending
punishment.  He was almost delirious with shame and anguish as he stripped
down to his boxer shorts.  He felt a tear run down his cheek as he placed
his socks inside his shoes and moved to stand in the middle of the room. 
He could not believe how utterly stupid and gauche he felt as he stood on
the patterned carpet, naked except for his boxer shorts.
   As soon as Andrea had heard Peter close the door behind him, she
immediately rushed up the rest of the flight of stairs.  It took but a
moment for her to shed her evening dress and place it on her bed.  Her
beautiful body was naked beneath, except for a sheer pair of panties, which
she quickly removed.  She took the white, semi-transparent baby-doll
nightdress and matching panties, which she had laid out earlier and
carefully put them on, checking her appearance in front of her floor length
mirror.  She noted that the neat small vee of blonde hair, which she had
deliberately left unshaved above her pubis, could be seen through the
material of her panties.
   Her bare breasts pressed against the diaphanous material and to her
delight, she saw that the pink aureoles of her nipples were clearly
visible. She twirled around, smiling wickedly to herself as the almost
transparent nightdress lifted to reveal her bared midriff.  She leaned
forward to her dressing table and squirted a mist of Chanel No: 5 over the
deep cleavage of her breasts before leaving the room for the second
staircase.  This was a small auxiliary staircase would lead her down to the
rear of the office to which Peter had been sent.  Having descended the
staircase, it took only moments for her to reach the corridor, which had
been left deliberately unlit.  She tiptoed stealthily on her bare feet,
carefully controlling her breathing as she felt her way towards the leather
office chair she had placed in the corridor, exactly opposite the half
opened door.
   She could see Peter quite clearly as he struggled with his clothes.  Her
heart skipped a beat as he moved to stand in the centre of the room.  She
had already made certain that no-one from inside the room could see beyond
the doorway and yet as he looked towards her she had an anxious moment. 
Reassuring herself that he could not possibly see beyond the door, she
settled herself comfortably in her chair to observe him.
   Her assumptions of his physical good looks were entirely accurate.  His
body was perfectly proportioned and firm, without having the hard muscular
build of the jocks and football players, which she despised.  She could see
that his upper body was entirely suffused in a mighty blush as he stood
trembling on the ornate carpet.  His legs trembled as he looked around the
room.  She could see him anxiously glance towards the door as heard
movements outside.  Her eyes focussed on the bulge beneath his shorts. 
`Perhaps he is a little bigger than I gave him credit for,' she thought.
   Cynthia Mountford checked her appearance in the hall mirror.  She had
loosened the two top buttons of her blouse and had put on a thin rubber
apron, which she often used at the hospital to protect her uniform.  The
ebony-backed hairbrush, which she held in her hand, glistened as she turned
it so that the wooden-back was turned towards her.
   Sheila moved to stand beside her.  She had changed out of her business
suit and now wore a starched white sheer cotton tunic dress, which was her
normal attire at the hospital.  Around her neck was a hung a stethoscope,
the red tubes trailing down sexily between her breasts to the shiny
chromium diaphragm.  The hem of the dress finished at mid-thigh allowing
her long lightly-tanned legs to move freely as she stood astride and faced
the mirror.  Cynthia turned to look at Sheila and whispered to her.  "I
think our young man will get the shock of his life when he sees you walk
in."
   Peter trembled and blushed as he heard the door open behind him.  He
turned to look backwards, his eyes opening wide in surprise as Sheila
walked through.  He blushed immediately as she looked him at him.  She
could see his surprise at her nursing tunic and the stethoscope around her
neck.  "I am just going to check that you don't have a heart problem Peter,
don't worry it is only a precaution.  Now turn around and face the other
door and stand up straight with your hands upon your head."
   Peter flushed to an even deeper shade of red as, unsteadily; he turned
towards the open door at the far end of the room.
   "Come along, hands upon your head." She could see that he was trembling
from head to foot as he turned away from her and hesitantly placed, first
one hand and then the other on top of his head.  Sheila risked a quick
smile over his shoulder towards the open doorway, wondering whether Andrea
had taken her place yet.  She placed her hand upon his back, feeling him
shudder at the first cool contact of her palm against his bare flesh. 
Gently she placed the cold metal of the stethoscope flat against his back.
She saw goose-bumps appear on his smooth flesh as she spoke to him.  Her
voice was soft and gentle.
   "Breathe in, there's a good boy... hold your breath for a moment, I will
tell you when you can breathe out." Peter stood still, his whole body
trembling and his heart beating wildly as Sheila ran the stethoscope over
his back.
   Deliberately Sheila held his waist with her other hand, knowing that
even as nervous as he was, her touch would eventually arouse him.  She
moved around to the front of him and looked him in the eyes.  "Take a deep
breath please Peter." She ran the stethoscope over his chest as the same
time laying the palm of her other hand over his left breast.  She let her
hand move slowly, feeling the nub of his nipple harden under her palm as
she moved the ice-cold stethoscope over his wildly-beating heart.
   He was shivering as she stood back and looked into his blushing face. 
"You are fine Peter.  I am just going to check that you do not have muscle
strain or a hernia before Mrs.  Mountford comes to smack your little
bottom." She watched his face flush to an even deeper shade of red at her
words, knowing that in a moment he would absolutely die of shame.
   "Now stand up straight and arch your back, I can't stand to see little
boys slouching." She could feel his nervousness as she moved behind him and
bent down on one knee.  Making sure that she could accomplish her task
before he had time to protest or hinder her, she reached out with both
hands and grasped the legs of his boxer shorts.  With one swift movement,
they were around his feet!  Quickly she grasped his ankle and spoke to him
sternly.
   "Lift your foot, come along boy... I haven't got all day." In less than
a couple of seconds, Peter had found himself standing completely naked,
with his hands still placed on his head.
   "Now stay where you are and don't move an inch." She moved around him,
seeing that his face had coloured to a deep purple.  She looked down at his
genitals, noting that his penis was larger than she had expected and that
he had been neatly circumcised, so that the tip of his penis showed just
beyond the foreskin.  She reached forward, watching his face flinch, as she
cupped her hand under his testicles.
   "Oh Miss... er please miss." Peter protested as she encased his
testicles in her hand.  She marvelled at the soft feel of his flesh as
intimately she held him, as she delicately stimulated his genitals.
   She could see that he wanted to protest this invasion to his privacy. 
To his chagrin, she immediately admonished him.
   "Keep still you naughty child.  Now turn your head to the right and give
me a nice big cough."
   Although her words were stern, her fingers were soft and gentle,
cleverly kneading the soft and sensitive flesh of his scrotum to
deliberately arouse him.  She lifted the soft orbs of his testes in the
palm of her hand and repeated her command.
   "Come along Peter I want a nice big cough."
   Peter, in his anguish and utter humiliation managed a weak cough.  His
face burned with embarrassment as he felt the nurse cup his scrotum more
firmly.  He could hardly contemplate his utter humiliation, as he stood
naked before this beautiful young woman.  Sheila was delighted as she
firmed her grip around his scrotum and lifted his testicles, drawing them
forward away from the juncture of his thighs.  She could see that he was
near to tears as he uttered a louder cough.  "And again please." She waited
until he managed another loud cough.  She could feel his body tremble as
she gently squeezed his scrotum before letting go.
   "Well done Peter, you seem fine.  Now stay as you are." She moved away
and fetched two chairs from the front of the desk.  One of the chairs she
placed behind him with the seat pointing towards his bottom; the other, she
placed in front of him with the side of the chair facing towards him.  She
made no pretence as she looked down at his penis and testicles, noting that
his penis had grown perceptibly, revealing more of the glans as his
foreskin recoiled.
   Andrea was delighted with the scenario as it unfolded before her.  She
could see his penis and testicles quite clearly.  She too was pleasantly
surprised at the size of his penis and the plump scrotum, which bulged
beneath the somewhat turgid flesh.  She wished that Sheila would handle his
penis so that she could observe the young boy with his penis erect.  She
did not have long to wait as she saw Sheila move to the side of the naked
teenager, allowing her a clear view.
   Sheila spoke to the boy again.  "I see that you have been circumcised
Peter.  Was it done at birth... or did you have a problem with your penis
later in life?"
   Peter could not believe his ears at her question, or her nonchalance as
she took a firm hold of his penis.  He gasped as she stretched the flesh,
pulling it forward with one hand as she retracted the foreskin with the
other.  "Well Peter, I asked you a question.  "Were you circumcised
recently, or was it done when you were a baby."
   His stammering reply delighted Sheila.  "Er... I don't remember it er...
miss.  It erm must have been done when I was erm a child."
   "Well you are really still a child aren't you... having to have your
bare bottom spanked because you were naughty."
   The intimate touch of the young nurse was too much for the virgin boy.
He felt his penis throb as she slipped the foreskin down the shaft of his
penis and then back up over the glans.  He took his hands from his head in
acute shame and embarrassment only to feel her let go of his penis and give
him a sharp smack of her hand upon his bottom cheeks.
   "Don't you dare move young man, now put those hands back upon your head
and keep perfectly still while I examine your penis!  My you are a naughty
boy, no wonder you are here to have your bottom smacked.  Now keep still
while I retract the skin.  It seems that you have a problem."
   She could feel his whole body tremble as she pushed the foreskin back
revealing the whole glans-penis.
   "Your foreskin is very tight.  Does it hurt you when you have an
erection?"
   She saw the boy shudder as his face turned a deep crimson.  His
embarrassment was almost palpable as she looked into his face.
   "Come along answer me... does it hurt when your penis is erect?" Peter
shuddered and answered through trembling lips.
   "Erm... yes erm... sometimes erm miss." His voice was trembling as if he
were about to cry as Sheila stretched the skin back again, feeling his
member throb between her fingers.
   "Do you masturbate Peter... does it hurt when you play with your penis?"
The boy looked absolutely shocked as Sheila looked into his eyes.  His face
immediately coloured up, blotches of purple spreading over his cheeks as he
tried to protest.
   "Oh noo miss... I mean... er no I haven't er... I haven't er touched
myself...er that way... oh please miss honestly... I have never done that."
   Sheila could hardly believe his reply and yet looking at his face she
knew that it was true.  `My God', she thought... a real virgin in every
sense of the word.
   "Well Peter, you will have to have something done about it.  But for the
moment you are here to have your bottom spanked." She looked over his
shoulder as Cynthia entered the room.
   Peter blushed profusely, trying to turn his head as he heard the door
open and close and the proximity of movement behind him.  It was the voice
of Mrs.  Mountford that suddenly made him shudder from head to foot.  Her
voice was loud and firm as she addressed him.
   "Now keep still Peter, surely you are in enough trouble already." She
moved past him and sat down on the hard-backed chair which had been placed
in front of him.  Immediately the boy began to shiver when he saw her
rubber apron and the shiny ebony hairbrush clasped in her long articulate
fingers.  He shuddered in both fear and sexual emotion as Sheila retracted
his foreskin one more time before letting him go.
   Her deft touch had left his penis semi erect and throbbing visibly.  To
his horror Mrs.  Mountford reached towards his groin and grasped his penis,
squeezing the sensitive flesh as she pulled him to her side.  "Come along
Peter over you go.  Within seconds she had the boy across her lap with his
hands braced against the carpet and his head hanging down over the side of
the chair.  The rubber apron felt cold and smooth against his genitals as
Mrs.  Mountford placed her hand on his bottom and squeezed the flesh of his
buttocks as if gauging their pliability.  Peter felt utterly helpless, his
helplessness rudely exacerbated, as he felt the cheeks of his bottom being
spread to reveal his sphincter.  His cheeks burned as he looked at the
carpet only inches from his face.  He was acutely aware of his naked bottom
being raised in the air and the feel of Mrs.  Mountford's firm and shapely
legs as his penis pressed against the thin rubber apron.
   In the same instance, he felt his legs being lifted up, as Sheila sat
down behind him and hoisted his shins up underneath her arms.  She rested
his knees upon hers as she held his legs apart and placed her cool hands on
the backs of his thighs.  He shuddered in dread, his whole being utterly
humiliated by the two beautiful women.  He gasped as they held him with his
bottom in the air and his legs spread wide apart.  Cynthia looked at Sheila
and spread the cheeks of the boy's bottom apart, showing her the neat
puckered rosebud of his sphincter.  Sheila nodded showing her delight and
approval at the perfection of the young boy's body.
   Cynthia raised the brush and looked at Sheila before taking aim.
   "Slapppp!"
   "Arggghhh." Peter cried out in surprise and anguish at the severity of
the stroke, as the hard ebony wood of the hairbrush smacked against the
tender flesh of his upturned bottom for the first time.
   "Crack, crack!!!" The first strokes of the hairbrush all landed on the
left cheek of his buttocks.  "Crack!!!  Crack!!!  Crack!!" Mrs Mountford
started a steady cadence of strokes, each sharp smack leaving a vivid red
mark as she applied the hairbrush to his bottom.  She made sure that every
stroke landed on exactly the same area of his left buttock.  There was no
respite as Mrs.  Mountford took up a steady rhythm, placing each stroke
accurately on top of the preceding one.
   It seemed like no time at all that thirty sharp strokes had been applied
to this one particular area of his bottom.  The pain was absolutely intense
as Peter cried out in anguish.  He wriggled and shivered as the pain seared
through his bottom.  "Oh pleeeeeease Miss... er please noooooo more... 
please I can't stand any more!"
   Cynthia was sure that the boy was near to breaking point as she altered
the positioning of her strokes to his right cheek.  She knew that his cries
were genuine as she proceeded to redden the pale flesh of his right
buttock, again keeping the strokes one on top of the other.  He wriggled
and cried out as his chastisement proceeded without interruption.  The pain
continued to build and build, making him cry out in absolute and utter
anguish.
   "Oh please no... oh no more I really can't stand any more oh please. 
Arggghhh arggghhhh... arggghhhhhhhh.  Pleeeeeeeaaase noooooooooooo."
   It was only a few minutes later before Cynthia heard the boy begin to
sob pitifully... she knew that his spirit and his endurance had come to an
end.  He began to cry incessantly, his sobbing, a testament to his pain and
despair.  Cynthia diligently continued spanking him with the hairbrush,
until he had received thirty strokes to the second cheek.  She could hear
his utter distress as he wailed incessantly, hardly able to speak.
   "Oh pleeeease Misss... please nooo more.  I really can't take any
more... oh please miss I am sooo sorry."
   Mrs Mountford dropped the brush to the floor and began to smack the soft
flesh of his buttocks with her hand.  She began to scold him as she
delivered the satisfying slaps to his upturned bottom.  "Well Peter, do you
think that you will remember to have more concern for other people.  Do you
think that you will remember your smacked bottom?"
   "Oh please misss... oh please noo more." Peter sobbed; his naked young
body shivering as Mrs Mountford stopped smacking him and placed her hand
gently over his reddened bottom.
   His tears were flowing freely as Cynthia and Sheila gently got him up to
a standing position.  He tried to rub his bottom, but Cynthia quickly took
hold of his wrists and made him place his hands upon his head.  His face
was contorted in pain as tears rolled down his cheeks.  As he sobbed he
drew in his breath, almost choking as he tried to deal with the hurt to his
bottom.  Mrs Mountford took his head in her hands, standing so close to him
that her breasts pressed against his chest.  She could see the utter
distress in his eyes as she gently wiped away some of his tears from his
cheeks.
   "Come along now, you have had your punishment.  Now let me get you over
to the corner so you can reflect on your hurts.  Keep you hands on your
head and face the corner.  Come along now!" Both Sheila and Cynthia
propelled him to the corner until he was almost touching the bookcases. 
Peter could not believe that they were going to make him spend time in the
corner until he felt a sudden sharp slap to his bottom.
   "Stand up straight with your legs spread apart and stay there.  You will
spend fifteen minutes reflecting upon your punishment while you are facing
the corner.  I am going to arrange some medicated and soothing lotion for
your sore bottom.  However if you move I will give you exactly the same
punishment over again.  It will be no more and no less, but an exact
repetition of what you have already experienced."
   Cynthia slapped his bottom three times with the palm of her hand. 
"Smack... smack..smackkkk." She stood by his side and looked at his face.
"Do you understand me Peter?" Peter could do nothing but sob as Mrs. 
Mountford watched him.  "Oh please miss... yes... er I will stay here."
   "Very well then Peter, I will leave you to reflect upon your hurts." Now
stand up straight.  Get your feet spread wide apart on the carpet.  Come
along now... further apart than that." She slipped her hand between the
inside of his thighs and slapped the inner flesh until he had shuffled his
feet well apart.  "Now stay as you are, if you dare to move I shall spank
you again."
   *
   Andrea had been in her element.  She had observed his body in every
detail and had delighted in his acquiescence during his punishment.  `So
malleable', she thought as she had watched him shiver and sob as he had
been beaten.  She got up from her chair and tiptoed down the corridor to
the hallway.  She was impatient to compare notes with her mother and Aunt
Sheila.  What a beautiful boy, she could hardly wait to have him under her
power.  To be able to caress his flesh and feel his plump penis and balls
whenever she wished.
   It was just fifteen minutes later that Andrea pushed the small trolley
into the room.  She was delighted to see that Peter was standing exactly as
he had been placed.  He tried to look around as he heard her enter.  She
heard him gasp in shock as he suddenly realised that it was her when he
heard her voice.
   "Poor Peter... did it hurt very much?"
   "Oh please miss... oh no er please don't look at me like this... oh
pleeeeeeeeeease nooooooooo."
   Peter immediately took his hands from his head and clasped his hands
over his genitals.  He bent forward, his head touching the bookcase as he
tried to cower so that she could not see his front.
   Andrea smiled to herself as she stood behind him.  "Now don't be
embarrassed.  I know how shy you are, but mummy says that you are to obey
me.  She is only in the corridor, so she may come in at any time.  She says
that you are to stay with your hands upon your head until I can get you
bending over my knees.  I have brought some lotion to put on your sore
bottom, it is really red and mummy doesn't want you to blister.  Please be
a good boy Peter!  I have to do exactly what she says otherwise I think she
may smack you again.  I know it must really have hurt you.  Please Peter,
put your hands back on your head and stand up straight."
   Peter was in turmoil... he just didn't know what to do.  The thought of
Andrea seeing him naked shocked him to the core, but for her to see him
like this...  sobbing with his bare bottom reddened from a sound spanking,
made him feel near to fainting.  He stifled a sob as Andrea moved closer to
him.  To his utter shame she reached around his waist and took hold of his
wrists, her young body pressing against his back as she tried to lift his
hands away from his genitals.  "Please Peter, I have to do it."
   Sobbing with shame, Peter relaxed his arms allowing Andrea to lift them
on to his head.  "Oh please miss," he sobbed as Andrea stroked his back. 
Please I don't want you to see me like this... oh miss I am so ashamed."
   Andrea was thrilled that he was calling her Miss rather than Andrea. 
She knew that the shift in their relationship had never been far away.  His
acquiescence when she had made him put his hands by his sides while she
kissed him in the car had proved to her that her dominance of him could be
accomplished quite easily.
   She moved back and spoke to him again.  "It is very late Peter, please
do as I say and I promise you that it will all be over before you know it.
Now turn around and face me.  Keep you hands upon your head... come along
now."
   Peter was trembling from head to foot as he turned around.  He blushed
profusely as he saw her.  The short baby-doll nightdress and her long bare
legs made him blush as much as his utter shame at being displayed naked in
front of her.
   Andrea was careful not to look down at his genitals.  Instead she looked
him in the eye and smiled compassionately at him.  "Poor baby, I know you
must be embarrassed, but I have to do this.  Now keep your hands on your
head and go and stand facing that chair."
   She could see that the boy was trembling from head to foot as she looked
away from him and took hold of the handles of the small trolley.  She had
brought a variety of creams and unguents as well as a box of medicated
wipes.  She had covered the jars and containers by laying a towel over the
top of the trolley.
   As she turned she saw that Peter was standing obediently in front of the
chair where he had been spanked.  She pushed the trolley to the side of the
chair, allowing enough room for the boy to stand in between.
   She could see that his whole upper body was suffused in a red blush. 
She avoided looking at him as she sat down on the chair.  She looked
towards the trolley as if in thought; savouring the moment when she would
look at him.  Slowly she turned her head and looked straight at his
genitals.  She knew that he was blushing furiously as he stood naked and
ashamed in front of her.  His body was trembling violently as she carefully
observed his penis and testicles.  She was utterly delighted with what she
saw.  Slowly she raised her head and looked at his face.  He had raised his
head and was looking upwards, his face a picture of pure anguish and
humiliation.
   "Look at me Peter." Her voice was gentle but insistent as she placed her
hand gently on his left hip.  He shivered at her touch and looked down,
blushing instantly as she caught his eye.  She knew that he would not be
able to help himself from looking at her sheer nightdress and bare legs. 
She kept her eyes on his - and watched as he tried to avoid looking
anywhere else, but at her face.  Gently, she smoothed her fingers over his
hip, observing him as his eyes darted to her legs and then back to her
face. She reached out and placed her other hand on his right hip.  She
could feel a shudder run through his body at her intimate touch and his own
naked vulnerability.
   Peter felt absolutely defenceless and exposed as he stood before the
young girl.  He desperately wanted to lower his hands and clasp his
genitals.  The helplessness of standing before her with his hands on his
head made him aware of every inch of his nakedness.  Andrea held his hips,
delighting in his shame and his acquiescence.  She looked down again at his
plump genitalia, glorying in his shame as she saw his foreskin slowly
retract as his penis began to swell.
   Peter was acutely aware of his penis as he felt the first throb of his
impending arousal.  He shivered with shame as a second pulse of emotion
throbbed within his penis.  He felt utterly bereft of any self-esteem.  His
emotions were so stretched that he sobbed as he spoke.
   "Oh please miss... oh please... I'm sorry... I feel so ashamed." Andrea
felt a thrill run through her body as she realised she had him totally at
her mercy.
   "Poor baby... my you have had a difficult time.  Just come around to my
side." She pressed against his hips until he had managed to shuffle around
to the right side of the chair in front of the trolley.  "Come along then
sweet child lay across my lap and I will get that little bottom of yours
feeling a little more comfortable."
   To his horror Andrea nonchalantly reached forward with her left hand and
scooped up his penis and testicles.  He shuddered in shame as she held them
firmly.
   "Oh pleeease nooo miss... oh... ah oooh."
   Quickly she slipped her right arm around his waist and bent him forward.
She watched him reach out with his hands as he lost his balance and fell
across her lap.  In a delicious moment she positioned his penis and
testicles between her legs and then extricated her hand before squeezing
her thighs together.
   "There we are Peter, now just lie still while I attend to your bottom.
Are you comfortable Peter?  Just tell me if you start to feel
uncomfortable!"
   Peter could not manage to answer.  He could not believe that he had been
made to lay naked over the lap of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
The very girl that he would have liked to impress with his maturity. 
Andrea... the one girl that had come to occupy his dreams, night after
night!  He had never felt so ashamed or humiliated.  He could not help
sobbing with shame and abject despair.
   Andrea was in heaven as she looked down on the bare upturned buttocks of
the young boy.  She squeezed her thighs together waiting for the inevitable
answering throb of his penis.  Gently she raised her knees, pressing her
tiptoes against the carpet and gently rubbed her thighs against each other.
She heard him gasp as the tender flesh of her inner thighs rubbed
sensuously against his penis.
   Andrea realised just how easily she had obtained the first part of her
goal.  Here he laid... his naked upturned bottom over her lap.  His psyche
subdued and acquiescent to her will.  She allowed herself a moment to
examine his bottom.  With utter glee she saw that the marks of the
hairbrush where vivid against his pale skin.  She leaned her head forward
and with a shiver of delight, placed the flat of her palm across his
buttocks.
   "Now keep still Peter, I don't want to hurt your poor bottom.  My, my...
it does look red." Peter gasped feeling helpless as he felt her hand smooth
across his upturned bottom.  He felt hopelessly inadequate, utterly foolish
and stupid as she spoke to him as if he were a child.  "Poor, poor baby, I
am just going to part your buttocks, I promise to be very gentle... now,
here we go... just relax there's a good boy."
   She heard Peter stifle a sob as she placed her fingers delicately on
each side of the deep crevice of his bottom.  "Remember... just relax now,"
she cooed, as she plied the flesh open.  Peter shuddered as she scored her
finger along the deep crevice, her nail brushing over his sphincter.  She
could feel him tense his muscles anxiously as she examined the neat opening
of his bottom.  "Well Peter, you seem to be alright there.  Now stay
absolutely still while I reach for the cream."
   He gasped again as she squeezed her legs together.  Despite his utter
embarrassment, she could feel his penis becoming erect between her thighs.
Deliberately she let her legs rub together as she reached for the towel and
uncovered the jars.  She took a plastic bottle and held it over his
buttocks.  "Now don't move Peter, this may sting a little."
   "Oh please nooo miss, I am alright now... oh please miss don't."
   She saw his buttocks contract as she poured the cool liquid into the
crease of his bottom.  Deftly she slipped her hand along the crevice,
smoothing her fingers firmly over his sphincter as she coated her hand with
cream.
   "Now don't be silly Peter, of course you have to have your bottom
attended to."
   Delicately she began to apply the liquid to the cheeks of his bottom. 
Her hands were slow and sensual, as time after time again, she dipped into
the crease of his bottom, each time probing more firmly as he squirmed upon
her lap.
   "Poor baby Peter, does that feel better.  You have been such a brave
boy."
   Several times she changed to a different cream as he squirmed and
shivered over her lap.  She ignored his protestations, realising that he
was acutely aware of his burgeoning erection.
   "There, there... poor baby, does that feel nice and cool on your
bottom?" She continued, delighting in each touch, her hands skilfully
eliciting sexual sensation from the boy.  She ignored his obvious attempts
to evade her touch; his body shivered and trembled as her hands moving
expertly over his bottom.  She slipped her right hand between his legs,
letting her fingers stroke against his perineum.  Skilfully she let her
fingers tease the small hairs at the base of his penis.  She leaned forward
so that she could see how he was reacting to each subtle and deft touch of
her fingers.  Each intrusive and intimate touch of her hands, was
accompanied by, squeezing or rubbing, her legs together.
   Her proficiency and competence exquisitely plundered his young body of
every sexual sensation.  Artfully she probed and stroked his most intimate
areas in an almost callous and torturous extraction of his innermost
feelings.  He gasped and moaned as she aroused him to a fever pitch.  With
a delight she had never experienced before, she kneaded and prodded his
flesh.  His gasps and groans of sexual torment and anguish were music to
her ears as she toyed with him as if in a reverie.
   Suddenly she felt a sudden change in him, realising that he was close to
ejaculating as his penis begin to pulse and throb violently against the
sensitive inner flesh of her thighs.  She quickly took her hands away from
him when she realised what was happening.  Raising her right hand she
smacked him hard upon his buttocks.  The sharp staccato slap was designed
to avert any sexual release.
   "There we are," she said brightly.  "I think that will do." I am going
to let you up now.  But first you must promise me that you will obey my
mother's instructions and place your hands upon your head as soon as you
are standing upright."
   Peter was in a haze of embarrassment.  He knew that his penis was erect
and throbbing violently.  He did not know what to do.
   "Oh please miss er please... may I cover myself misss... oh please."
   "Of course not you silly boy!" She said brightly, as if it were the
strangest request in the world." You know what mummy has instructed. 
Surely you don't want another spanking.  Your bottom is very sore, it will
hurt terribly if she has to take you over her knee and use that wicked
hairbrush on your bare bottom again.  Now come along... up you get and
let's have no nonsense.  Now promise me that you will put your hands on top
of your head straight-away.  Now... do you promise me?"
   Peter sobbed with humiliation, but made no reply.  Wickedly, Andrea
raised her right hand and smacked him smartly across both cheeks of his
bottom.  His reaction was immediate.  "Oooohhh arggghh." He wriggled his
bottom and shivered as she raised her hand again and smacked him again.
   "Oh please noo... er miss.  I promise." He shivered and shook as his
tears of shame began to flow freely.
   "Oh pleeease miss... I am so embarrassed."
   "Alright sweetie", she said softly.  Just do as I ask and stand up with
your hands upon your head.  It really is for your own good that you obey
me."
   Andrea put her hands around his waist and helped him to stand upright.
She could see the utter humiliation and embarrassment in his eyes as he
stood upright next to her chair and nervously placed his hands on his head,
reluctantly leaving his body bared to her gaze.
   She remained seated and placed her arm around the back of his legs,
letting her hand slide upward over his bottom.  She deliberately looked at
his erect penis, feeling his body shiver in utter embarrassment as she
leisurely stroked her hand over his buttocks.  She was delighted to see
that his penis was standing out from his body facing upwards at an angle of
forty-five degrees.  The foreskin had receded so that the smooth corona of
the glans-penis was now fully exposed.
   She was also delighted to see how big his penis had grown.  She watched
fascinated, as his swollen member throbbed and pulsed, the shaft moving up
and down under its own volition.  She looked up at his blushing face.  His
head was tilted upwards towards the ceiling.  Andrea knew that his
humiliation was such that he wanted to distance himself from his
embarrassing predicament in any way that he could.
   She stood up and faced him, her breasts naked, save for the diaphanous
material of her night-dress, pressed against his chest as she looked him in
the eye.  She moved her feet forward until she could feel the tip of his
penis touch her bare legs.
   "Stay still and look at me Peter." Her voice seemed to compel him to
obey her.  She took his head in her hands and kissed him full on the lips.
Again she forced her tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply.  As she
drew her head back, she was delighted to see a look of pure love and
supplication in his eyes.
   "Well sweet boy, I am going to let you get dressed and go home now.  You
have been a very brave boy and I am very proud of you.  I will also be very
proud to go out with you again." She kissed him lightly on the cheek and
turned away.  She knew that he was watching her bare legs as she exited the
room.
   Andrea had had time to freshen her make-up and brush her beautiful
blonde hair before putting on a towelling dressing gown over her nightdress
and sitting in the hallway, waiting for him to finish dressing.  As he
entered the hall, she was delighted to see him blush to a deep red and
avert his eyes.  Quickly she opened the front door and waited for him.  She
lightly kissed him on the cheek and ushered him through, closing the door
firmly behind him.
   2
   Andrea had been sitting with her friend Antonia in the school canteen
for almost half an hour and she still had not seen Peter come for his
lunch. Like most pretty girls Andrea attracted friends that were also
pretty.  Her friend, Antonia, was slim and petite.  She had almost
jet-black hair, which was cut fashionably short, accenting the lush and
perfect condition.  Her breasts were small and firm and thrust sexily
against her silk blouse, jutting out firmly without the aid or need of a
bra.  Like Andrea, Antonia's family were, financially, very well-off, which
enabled her to spend a considerable amount on her appearance.
   Her superb figure allowed her to wear the most fashionable of clothes;
her long legs and firm breasts were always clad in the highest quality
materials.  She, like Andrea, would often attract the sly and longing looks
of many of the boys at the college.
   Andrea looked pensive for a moment and then smiled to herself.  `Of
course', she thought, `he would obviously be so embarrassed that he would
avoid any contact with me, especially in a public room and sitting next to
Antonia.' Andrea smiled to herself and got up from her table.  She
whispered to Antonia and winked before she set off to walk down the
corridor to the restrooms and reapply her make-up.
   Andrea and Antonia had no secrets from each other.  Antonia had been
kept informed of Andrea's plans for Peter and had made a point of arriving
earlier that morning so that she could find out how the evening had gone.
It had taken over an hour for Andrea to relay every detail of Peter's
treatment.  Antonia had interrupted her friend several times to ensure that
she did not miss any of the delicious details of the young boy's
humiliation.
   Andrea checked her appearance in the mirror, smiling at her own
reflection as she admired and accepted without modesty, the exquisite
beauty of her face and figure.  Confident of her perfect grooming, she
headed out of the building and toward the far end of the school grounds. 
She had often seen Peter sitting and reading on the lawns towards the rear
of the college.  This area was not popular with most students, being the
only part of the extensive lawns, which did not have a view of the sports
fields.  As Andrea headed up the rise... she smiled to herself as she saw
him.  He was laid out, face down on the grass, reading.  There were several
textbooks laid around him and she presumed rightly, that he would have been
there for some time.
   She watched him turn his head towards her just as she reached his
position.  She observed with delight, the deep blush that suffused his face
in its entirety as soon as he saw her.  She did not speak, but sat down on
the grass beside him and looked into his eyes.  "Well Peter, I was waiting
for you in the canteen.  I waited for over half an hour before I came
looking for you.  What are you doing here?  Didn't you want to see me?"
   Although Andrea's words might have been similar to that of a normal
conversation, between boy and girl; her authoritarian tone had Peter
blushing profusely.
   In fact Peter could hardly articulate his words, such was his
embarrassment.  "Oh er no erm Miss.  I am ...erm just embarrassed." He
looked down at the grass.  I erm, just er didn't know whether you would
erm... want to see me again... erm after... erm... yesterday."
   Andrea placed the palm of her hand softly against his cheek, watching
him blush again as she leaned her head close to his.  "Silly boy, of course
I want to see you again.  I have some very good news for you.  Well I hope
it will be good news... if you want to see me again, that is?"
   Andrea could see the look of longing in his eyes as he answered her. 
"Oh yes... er Miss... I would love to see you again." She watched him as he
looked down in embarrassment.
   Her delight showed in her face as she raised his head, her fingers
placed gently under his chin.
   "Well let me tell you about it.  My mother telephoned your mother today,
to see if she thought you would like to stay with us during the summer
vacation.  Mother thought you might enjoy the pool and the tennis courts -
and that you would be good company for me while she and my aunt are at
work. Your mother was delighted, it seems she can now go and visit some of
her relations while you are with us." She saw the look of anxiety on his
face and the deep flush of red which followed.
   "Don't worry Peter; mother would never mention your smack-bottom." She
smiled brightly at him, as she enjoyed his embarrassment at her mention of
his spanking.  The huge blush that covered his face made him tilt his head
down towards his book.  Andrea leaned forward and laid her hand gently on
his bottom.  "Does it still hurt, Peter?" She could see that he was so
embarrassed, that he could hardly breathe.  "Don't worry Peter, I would
never mention it front of anyone, but you were a very brave boy."
   Had Peter actually heard the conversation between Mrs.  Mountford and
his mother, he might have thought very differently about the placation that
had been proffered by Andrea...
   ..."Hello, is that Mrs.  Trent?  It's Cynthia Mountford here... Andrea's
mother.  ...yes... yes, she enjoyed herself tremendously and said that
Peter was the perfect partner for the evening.  That was really the point
of my call.  As they are off school for the next nine weeks, Andrea
suggested that I invite Peter to stay with us for a while.  Before I extend
the invitation to him, I wondered whether it would be permissible and of
course whether it would fit in with your plans?  ...Oh really, well if that
is the case, I will telephone Andrea and ask her to invite Peter.  I am
sure that he will enjoy the pool and the tennis courts.  He is welcome to
stay for the whole period that you will be away.  We are quite relaxed here
so why don't we just leave it that you will call when you return.  I am
quite happy to have Peter as our guest for the whole nine weeks.  So please
feel free to extend your visit to your relatives if you feel so inclined. I
am sure Peter will be very happy and comfortable with us."
   The conversation meandered for a while before Cynthia casually turned
its course to her purpose.
   "Peter seems a very handsome and healthy young man, but as I am the
Matron of the Birchwood hospital, I have to ask this question.  Should I
know of any medication or special dietary considerations he may need while
he is here?  ...Oh really well that's good to hear.  Does Peter get a
regular check-up?  ...Yes it can be expensive... but you are right, he will
get a free medical examination when he enters university at the end of the
summer.  However, as it has been quite some time since he was examined, I
could have a look at him for you while he is staying here!  The hospital
will do the usual fluid tests for me without charge... and of course a
clean bill of health is always reassuring isn't it?  ...Oh no trouble at
all I assure you... pleased to be of help.  Being Matron can have
advantages at times!  I have to have written confirmation of course ...so
if you could scribble a note of permission and pop it into an envelope for
me, Peter could bring it with him when he comes later this afternoon. 
Would that be alright?  ...Wonderful, I look forward to meeting you at some
point... and do have a pleasant visit with your sister."
   * The bombshell came after dinner.  Peter was seated next to Andrea at
the dining table, facing Cynthia Mountford and her sister.  He had felt
very gauche and uncomfortable at first as they had all sat down to dinner.
The knowledge that Mrs Mountford had taken him over her knees and smacked
his bared bottom had sent a shiver of embarrassment through his young body.
Although Andrea had told Peter to just dress causally, but with a jacket,
Andrea had put on a very smart white and quite revealing tunic dress.  She
had deliberately left the top three buttons undone, allowing the firm swell
of her breasts to show as she leaned forward.
   A young and extremely pretty maid served the meal.  Although the dinner
was informal, the young maid wore a traditional back dress and white apron.
What was less traditional was that her loose-fitting `A-line' skirt was
extremely short, showing off most of her beautifully long and slender legs.
Her waist, which, was tightly cinched with a wide waistband, showed that
her stomach was perfectly flat.  Her breasts, were very full and
wonderfully firm, unusually so for such a slender torso... jutting outwards
and upwards from her slender ribcage.  Peter had looked at her several
times to make sure, before he realised that he could actually see the clear
outline of her nipples against the silky material of her uniform.  Although
he had little time to ponder over the young maid, her extremely brief and
revealing dress did seem at odds with her role as maid to the household.
   .
   Earlier Andrea had shown him his room, which included his own `on-suite'
bathroom.  She had been careful to keep their conversation to the
demonstration of the various fittings of the room... where the towels and
toiletries were kept... the operation of the motorised curtains, which
covered the panoramic window ...etc.  She had mentioned that Kate, their
maid, would attend to his laundry and the changing of his bed linen and
that she would keep his clothes and room tidy for him.  To Peter's
surprise, after he had been shown the gardens and pool area by Andrea and
returned to his room, he saw that the maid had unpacked all of his
belongings and arranged them neatly within the drawers and fitted
wardrobes.
   Andrea, Cynthia and Sheila had made sure that they put Peter at his ease
as best they could as they all sat through the meal.  Cleverly they had
carefully avoided asking him any direct questions.  Instead they had
casually included him in the general conversation.  The young maid had
caught Andrea's eye several times as she served the meal and had given her
a knowing look.  As the meal was finished it was Peter that spoke and
unknowingly prompted the start of his own demise.  "Oh... er Mrs. 
Mountford... I almost forgot.  My mother gave me a letter to give to you."
Peter had managed not to blush as he addressed Cynthia.  He reached into
his jacket pocket and retrieved a sealed envelope, which he handed across
the large modern oak table towards her.  Had he known the contents of the
letter, he might have been far less forthcoming!
   Cynthia avoided looking at either Andrea or Sheila as she took the
envelope.  She could already feel a frisson of excitement emanating from
Andrea as she opened the letter and silently read the contents.  She did
not look up as Kate, the young maid, started to clear away the plates.  It
was as if the maid already knew the contents of the letter and wanted to be
in the room to see what would happen.  Cynthia waited for a moment before
addressing the young boy.
   "Oh thank you Peter, yes I almost forgot.  I had asked your mother if
there was any medication that you required while you were staying here with
us.  She told me that you were generally very healthy, but that you have
not had a medical check-up for two years.  Two years is a very long time
between health checks... so... as I am Matron at the local private
hospital, I made an offer to your mother, to give you a medical check-up
while you are here."
   She watched his face quickly blush to a deep beetroot red as he realised
the import of her statement.  He suddenly looked down at the table to hide
his acute embarrassment as she continued.
   "My sister and I are both qualified nurse-practitioners, so we will be
able to give you a most thorough physical examination.  Your mother
obviously thinks a lot about your welfare.  In fact, I think she was really
worried that it had been so long since you last saw a medical professional.
She was certainly pleased when I told her that you could be examined
without cost, especially when I have a surgery right here in the house."
She watched the boy's cheeks continue to glow with embarrassment as she
leaned back and continued.
   "Well Peter, we might as well do it right away and then we won't have to
worry about you while you are here." They all looked at the young boy as he
sat rooted to his chair.  They could see that his face was glowing bright
red even though he was looking down at the table.  His young body was
shivering with embarrassment as he vainly tried to hide his shame.  Cynthia
continued as if she had said nothing to embarrass the young boy.
   "I'll let Andrea take you to the surgery.  When you get there, I want
you to strip off and fold your clothes neatly.  I want you fully undressed,
as this will be a very thorough examination.  Now I know you will be well
behaved and not make a fuss, so off you go and Andrea will show you where
to go and get undressed."
   Peter was shivering and shaking with embarrassment as he got up from the
table.  His lips were trembling as he looked across at Mrs.  Mountford. 
"Oh erm... please erm miss... I don't need erm... a medical... I am erm
quite fit and well."
   Cynthia could see that he was close to tears with the shame he was
feeling as she spoke kindly to him.  "Now Peter, your mother was so pleased
with my suggestion that I could hardly go back on my promise.  Just be a
good boy and do as you are told.  You already know what happens to little
boys if they are naughty... and I know you wouldn't want me to have to ring
your mother and tell her that I was going to have to smack your little
bottom.  I deliberately avoided telling her how naughty you had been in
getting back late from the Prom... and that I have already had to spank
you. Now you wouldn't want me to have to tell her that you have been
naughty on a second occasion and that I was going to have to smack your
bare bottom again... now would you?"
   She was delighted as the boy looked down in humiliation and shivered
with shame, seemingly resigned to what was in store for him.  "Now take his
hand Andrea and take him through to the surgery.  If he misbehaves, I want
you to smack his bare bottom for me.  Will you promise me that you will
spank him if he is naughty?"
   Andrea looked at her mother.  The expression on her face was serious as
she saw Peter look at her out of the corner of his eye.
   "Oh mother, I know Peter will be perfectly good.  He really is very well
behaved at school.  I'm quite sure that I won't need to smack his bottom.
He is my friend and I know he wouldn't let me down."
   Andrea turned to Peter and waited while he raised his head.  She looked
him in the eyes as she spoke.  "You wouldn't make me have to smack your
bare bottom, would you Peter, I would be so embarrassed?" Andrea looked at
his panic-stricken expression.  She hoped Peter did not realise that she
would not be in the least embarrassed; in fact she could hardly wait to
have his bared bottom over her knees.
   Peter's eyes were glistening with tears as he looked up at Andrea. 
"Oh.. please nooo miss.  I really will be good." The last part of his
sentence was almost a cry of anguished embarrassment as he looked down at
his feet.
   Cynthia spoke again, her voice firm and resolute.  "Right off you go
both of you."
   Andrea led him through the downstairs corridors of the large modern
house towards the surgery.  The surgery had been used by her late father to
consult with his private patients and although it had not been used since
his untimely death, however like all the rooms in the house, it was always
kept clean and in pristine condition.
   Peter trudged the last few yards to the white painted door of the
surgery.  He did not dare to look at Andrea or to speak to her, as she held
his arm and guided him as if he were a young child.  He stood still, his
body still shivering with acute embarrassment as she opened the door and
beckoned him through.
   The room was extremely large and very well appointed.  Hygienic black
and white tiles covered the entire floor.  The room was dominated by a
large overhead surgical lamp, beneath which stood a medical examination
couch.  The leather surface was covered with a crisp white sheet, which hid
the stirrup attachments beneath it.  To the right of the couch was a large
set of scales and behind that a row of three sinks with shelves of medical
paraphernalia above the gleaming stainless steel.  To the side of the sinks
was an open doorway leading into a large tiled bathroom.
   Had Peter been able to see inside the brightly lit bathroom, he may have
felt even more embarrassed than he did at the moment.  Unknown to Peter,
immediately after Cynthia Mountford's conversation with his mother, Cynthia
and Sheila had inspected and set out the bathroom in singular preparation
for his examination.
   A low rubber covered bench had been moved to the middle of the room, to
the side of it had been placed a table, on top of which, were several large
bulbous ended glass syringes.  There could have been no mistaking their
purpose, or for that matter, that of an elevated plastic bag of fluid which
was suspended from tall, chromium plated stand above the bench.  The bag
was partly encased by a cloth sleeve, which contained a small heating
element to keep the contents at an optimum temperature.
   A red rubber tube snaked down from the bag to the tabletop.  The end of
the tube was fitted with a shiny metal nozzle, which was gently curved. 
The phallic shaped device broadened quite rapidly and then narrowed. 
Behind the narrow part was a flange, which was shaped so that it would fit
snugly against the sphincter.  The tip of the nozzle ended in a small oval
ball.  A large gaping aperture in the end of the ball allowed water to be
expelled in quite copious amounts and was controlled by a small tap, which
was set into the handle of the nozzle.  The nozzle had been placed on the
table beside several jars of lubricant.
   Next to the jars stood a metal shaving-mug and shaving-brush, alongside
which, were several safety razors and a variety of other instruments.  The
purpose of some of the instruments, such as the three sizes of speculums
would have been instantly recognizable, whereas other medical paraphernalia
looked ominous without seeming to have an immediately recognizable purpose.
On a shelf beneath the tabletop were a variety of bowls, jugs, washcloths
and towels.
   Behind the bench, against the wall, was a series of sinks and next to
them stood a modern surgical stainless steel toilet bowl, which was custom
set into the floor.  Next to the toilet bowl was a stainless steel bidet
with a number of taps and controls at each side of it.  Above the sinks
were sets of shelves upon which had been placed neatly folded rubber aprons
and boxes of surgical gloves.  To the other side of the room was a large
white bathtub with a flexible shower attachment and to the right of that
was a large stainless steel autoclave.
   Andrea smiled to herself as Peter looked anxiously around the room. 
Within the main surgery and to the left of the examination couch was a
modern office desk.  One chair had been placed in front of the desk and
behind it was a comfortable executive chair.  The surface of the desk was
finished in a gleaming white acrylic material, upon which had been placed a
clipboard and several sheets of paper next to a very modern switchboard
type of telephone.  One corner of the room was curtained off to make a
small privacy cubicle... and it was to this portion of the room, that
Andrea led Peter.
   She turned him towards her and took his face in her hands, her soft
palms placed against each burning cheek.  As soon as she was able to look
into his eyes, she could see the full extent of his abject embarrassment
and humiliation.  She felt a rush of excitement run through her beautiful
body as she spoke to him, relishing the look of utter anguish written
across his innocent young face.
   "Now Peter, go into the cubicle and get undressed, everything off
including your underwear.  Aunt Sheila will be down soon to start your
examination.  Now promise me you will be a good boy and not make a fuss."
She pulled the curtain aside and pushed him through the opening.  She
watched him as he stood beside the small table and chair, which were the
only furnishings of the cubicle.  He seemed frozen in embarrassment and
disbelief.
   "What's the matter Peter... do you want me to stay to help you get
undressed?"
   Andrea saw the look of deep humiliation upon his face as he looked at
her and protested.  "Oh noooo....  erm no miss please erm... no... I will
do it erm miss."
   She smiled, inwardly delighted at both his anguish and his acquiescence.
   "Well done Peter, I will draw the curtain for you.  Try and hurry, but
do fold your clothes properly, mummy hates untidiness." Andrea stepped back
and drew the curtain closed, leaving Peter trembling as he contemplated his
fate.  His hands were shaking as he began to undress himself.
   Peter's feelings were so acute that he could not have articulated them.
He undressed in a haze of utter embarrassment.  It seemed utterly alien for
him to be once again undressing in Andrea's house and waiting to present
himself naked to her mother.  He shivered in embarrassment as he
self-consciously removed his clothing.  He felt close to tears as he stood
in just his underpants and folded his trousers, laying them on the
tabletop.
   Drawing in his breath he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his
underwear and pushed them down.  He was shivering in humiliation as he
stepped out of the shorts and tucked them under his trousers so that they
could not be seen.  He clasped his hands against his genitals as he stood
naked, his flesh covered in goose bumps as he stood and waited.
   Sheila took her time as she moved down the corridor.  She had changed
into her nursing uniform, allowing the thin white cotton material to move
sexily against her body as she walked.  She had dressed deliberately,
making sure of her hair and makeup before deliciously slipping her uniform
over her naked body.  She loved the feeling of being entirely naked beneath
her uniform.  She delighted in the sensation of the smooth cotton material
as it played against her skin; the feeling of letting it caress her breasts
until she could feel her nipples suddenly become erect.  She looked down at
herself, noting with wicked delight, the sharp outline of the nubs of flesh
as they pressed against the sheer cotton.
   She turned the handle of the surgery door.  As she entered, she was
conscious of the sound of the boy's involuntary sharp intake of breath. 
She knew that he had probably been waiting in trepidation for the very
moment that she would enter.  She knew exactly how embarrassed the boy
would be feeling, naked and vulnerable, wondering what was in store for
him. She walked across to the cubical and immediately pulled back the
curtain to see him cowering against the table with his hands covering his
genitals.  Sheila was delighted to see that her memory of his beautiful
naked body was as accurate as she had hoped.  `What a delightful body and
face,' she thought, as she looked him up and down.
   "Now Peter, let us have no nonsense while I prepare you.  You may call
me Nurse Sheila... or just nurse.  Now come along and follow me to the
bathroom." She turned and led the reluctant youth, still clutching his
genitals, towards the large white tiled room that she had helped prepare
earlier in the day.  She turned and watched his young face as he entered
the room, delighting in his look of dread as he saw the bench and the table
with the plethora of instruments and syringes that had been laid out on top
of it.
   "Alright Peter, I want you on the bench on your hands and knees...
facing that way.  I am going to give you an enema.  Now don't look so
shocked, you can't expect Matron to examine you without a thorough
cleaning, now can you?" Sheila could tell that it was not only her words
but also the beauty of her face and body that was having such a devastating
effect upon the psyche of the young boy.
   She was absolutely thrilled when she saw his stricken expression.  He
was standing shaking with embarrassment, his hand clasped against his
genitals as he blushed profusely.  "Come along, you will have to take your
hands away from your body, if you are going to get into the position which
I require.  Now let's get the ground rules straight and get you to start
obeying my instructions immediately, shall we?  Stand up straight and place
your hands by your sides!"
   Sheila did not wait to see him obey, but instead walked to shelves above
the sinks and took a pair of rubber gloves, which she began to put on.  She
turned towards him, seeing him blush as she snapped the rubber gloves
against her wrists and smoothed the rubber over her fingers.
   She was delighted to see that he had obeyed her at last.  He stood
shivering with shame, his hands twitching nervously by his sides, as he
looked at her in deep humility.  She made no pretence of being
disinterested as she examined him from head to toe.  Carefully she looked
at his penis and testicles as he stood meekly with his hands by his sides.
She could see that his penis was beautifully plump, but was even more
intrigued to see that both his testicles were very swollen, keeping the
skin of the scrotum tightly stretched around them.
   "Right get up on the bench on your hands and your knees.  Come along, no
dawdling now, we have a lot to get through." She moved behind the bench as
she saw him blush to a deep crimson.  She watched as he turned towards the
bench and clumsily got up on to it on his hands and knees.  She smiled as
she saw that he had placed his knees tightly together.  He looked around at
her curiously, his blushing face advertising his utter shame.
   "Right young man.  I want your knees spread as far apart as the width of
the bench will allow.  It is well padded so you will be quite comfortable."
   She waited for a moment as he struggled with his modesty.  Slowly she
watched him shuffle his knees to the outer extremity of the bench.  His
penis and testicles were clearly visible as she moved forward and tapped
the inside of his thighs with her fingertips.  "A bit further Peter, there
is still plenty of room... get your legs much further apart."
   She could see him blush and struggle with his embarrassment as he
finally got his knees to each side of the bench.  Sheila could clearly see
his penis and testicles hanging down between his legs as she delivered
another blow to his modesty.
   "Well done, that's better... now go down onto your elbows and rest your
head upon your hands... lay your head so that it is turned to your right."
   She could see him shiver with embarrassment as her words sank in.  His
whole frame was twitching nervously as he lowered his body until his
forearms were flat against the rubber surface.  Gradually he spread out his
elbows, allowing the top of his chest to touch the cool surface.  It seemed
to be with a weary acceptance that he laid his head on his hands.  Sheila
had made sure that by instructing him to lay with his head turned to the
right, that he would have a full and perhaps reluctant view of her
preparations.
   Peter was in turmoil; his face was burning with shame as he adopted his
humiliating position.  He was aware that the cheeks of his bottom were now
spread wide open and that his penis and testicles were hanging down between
his legs, rudely and shamefully on view to the young nurse.
   "There, what a clever young boy you are.  Now just stay where you are
until I am finished with you." She looked at his blushing face as she
buried her fingers into one of the jars of lubricant.  She could not resist
re-coating her fingers liberally as she saw him watching her every move.
   "Now Peter, I want you to relax your little bottom so that I can slip my
finger up inside you.  Just r-e-l-a-x... she almost murmured the words as
she moved behind him and placed her left hand upon his quivering buttocks.
Sheila felt a tingle of excitement run through her body as slowly and
deliberately, she slipped her fingers between the cheeks of his bottom.
   Her first intimate touch upon his flesh made Peter moan with utter
embarrassment.  He felt utterly foolish and helpless in his open and
vulnerable position; the utter ignominy of having to allow her hands full
access to intimately explore between his buttocks.
   "Now just keep still like a good little boy." Her words belittled him
further as she gently stroked her finger over his sphincter.  She smiled to
herself as her first intimate contact made him gasp out loud.  Quickly she
began to stroke her fingertip along the crease of his bottom, watching his
sphincter recoil each time she brushed over the sensitive rosebud of flesh.
   "Now Peter, take a deep breath please." Her softly uttered words caused
the boy even greater concern as the movement of her hand grew bolder.  Her
fingertip pressed hard against the quivering entrance to his bottom. 
Suddenly she saw the sphincter dilate and immediately probed against the
quivering muscle, watching as her fingertip disappeared up inside him.
   "Oooohhhh arggghh." He cried out, as she deftly increased the pressure,
sliding her whole finger right up inside his trembling bottom.  His naked
young body shivered and shook in an involuntary spasm as she impaled him
thoroughly.
   "Shhhhh....  Just relax now." She quickly reached for the nozzle and
slipped it beneath her fingertip.  With a practiced motion she slipped her
finger out of his bottom and at the same time substituted the round metal
nozzle.
   "Nice deep breaths now Peter!"
   "Oh noooo please Nurse!"
   Ignoring his protestations she slipped the device upwards, watching as
the flesh stretched around the broadening metal nozzle until suddenly his
sphincter closed over the narrow part, seemingly sucking the device inwards
until the broad flange stopped it.
   "Oooohhh argggh." He groaned as the nozzle invaded his anus.  He tried
to rear up as the device stretched his sphincter wider than he ever thought
possible.  Nonchalantly, Sheila pressed down firmly on the small of his
back until he settled back into his position.
   "Now keep still, I don't want you to move until I have finished.  You
wouldn't want me to spank your bottom would you Peter? ...Well would you?"
   She felt his body shudder with embarrassment.  "Oh nooo... er please er
misss... erm nurse."
   She smiled as she saw his buttocks quivering as he tried to accommodate
the sensation of the large nozzle now firmly embedded inside his bottom. 
She quickly took off her rubber gloves and threw them in the bin.  Bending
over him she laid her left hand over the cheek of his bottom as she turned
the tap on the nozzle to the left.  Before he could protest at the sudden
influx of water, she slipped her hand between his thighs and cupped his
testicles, letting her fingers gently encircle his bulging scrotum.
   He gasped with embarrassment as he felt her fingers gently close around
his swollen testicles.  He felt utterly helpless as she held him captive.
   "You may feel some sensation in your penis and testicles... it often
happens as the water goes in.  It is perfectly normal... just relax and let
the fluid do it's work." Sheila knew that the sensation of the water
rushing inside him would be quite intense.  She could feel his body
shivering as he breathed deeply.
   "Oooooohhhhh....  Oh...oh!" Peter gasped as the water seemed to rush
everywhere inside him.  The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt
before.
   Sheila let her forearm brush against the tip of his penis as she reached
underneath him and held her flattened palm against his stomach.  She let
her other hand stroke over his buttocks as she comforted him.  There now...
be a brave boy... you are doing very well... just a little more to go
before I stop it." Sheila moved to the sinks and prepared warm water in
jugs and bowls, which she placed near the bench, before turning her
attention back to the stricken young boy.
   She waited for several more minutes before turning off the tap and once
more slipping her hand under his stomach.  She could feel his penis move
against her forearm as she gently moved her hand over the lower part of his
tummy.
   "Right I want you to stay in that position for five minutes while I
shave your bottom.  I am going to take the nozzle out of your little bottom
first... so take nice deep breaths for me please." It was as if she was
indifferent to his feelings as she grasped the nozzle and immediately
pulled it from his bottom in one deft movement.
   "Arrrggghhh ooooOOOOHHHH." Peter cried out as his sphincter was
stretched over the broad metal nozzle.  "Ohhh... oooohhhhhhhhHHH."
   He had hardly had time to come to terms with the stretching of his
sphincter, when he felt a heavily lathered shaving brush slap between his
buttocks.  "Now do try and keep still, little boys can be so tiresome when
they have to have their little bottoms shaved."
   Peter wanted to protest, but felt so belittled that he kept silent as
Sheila lathered every inch of his bottom before moving the brush brusquely
over his scrotum.  He felt near to fainting with embarrassment as the young
nurse began to shave the crease of his bottom.  Inch by inch the razor
moved over his most intimate flesh.  He gasped as she held his scrotum and
pulled the skin tight as she shaved him behind his testicles.
   "Right Peter, I want you to shuffle you knees together and then squeeze
your buttocks tight.  Come along let me see how you do." Sheila watched as
the boy struggled to obey.  His movements were awkward but he managed to
accomplish the task.
   "Now kneel up, but keep your buttocks clenched and shuffle over to the
toilet and sit on it." She watched him as he got up.  It was quite obvious
to Sheila that his penis had become slightly engorged, although it still
hung down between his legs.  She watched as he shamefully shuffled to the
toilet bowl and sat down.  She knew that he would be utterly embarrassed
when he released the enema.  With a professional smile on her face she
looked at him and waited, knowing that he would find it impossible to
retain the enema for much longer.  She quickly donned another pair of
rubber gloves and gathered up a large wad of tissue.  She moved forward
just as she heard Peter expel.
   Peter looked down in utter shame as the enema spilled from him in a
rush. He blushed profusely as the water emptied noisily in the stainless
steel toilet pan.
   Sheila smiled at him and spoke.
   "That's a good boy; now open your knees so I can reach underneath you."
She saw the boy's stricken look as she reached between his legs, brushing
her hand against his penis and testicles as she reached to wipe his bottom
with the wad of tissue.  Quickly she helped him stand up and sat him down
on the bidet.  She noted that the toilet pan contained almost clear water
as she used the foot flush to empty the toilet pan.
   "When did you last go to the toilet Peter?" Peter blushed as he looked
at her.  "Erm... just before dinner... erm nurse."
   Sheila nodded as she reached down to the bidet controls and turned a
tap.
   "Now keep your knees together and stay still.  Don't you dare move an
inch!  I don't want water spilling everywhere."
   She smiled to herself as the boy sat bolt upright, when suddenly, the
cold water jetted upwards against his sphincter.  She watched while he sat
there cocooned in shame as she let the cold-water pound up against his
bottom.  After a minute or so, she turned off the tap and took him by the
arm.  "Come along Peter... let's get the rest of you shaved." She watched
him blush as she led him back to the bench.  Water from the bidet was
dripping down his legs as he stumbled rather than walked to the bench.
   Sheila watched his face as she began to instruct him.  "Right young
Peter comes along now!  Sit on the end of the bench and spread your legs
out to each side, keeping your feet on the floor... then I want you to lie
back on the bench with your arms spread out above your head." She watched
as the import of her words dawned on him.  His face suddenly flushed to a
bright crimson as he realised the position he was to adopt.
   "Come along Peter, I can see that I will be spanking that little bottom
of yours if you do not obey me a little more quickly."
   In a haze of embarrassment Peter obeyed, his face blushing profusely and
his lips trembling as he spread his legs wide and then to his ultimate
shame lay back with his arms outstretched on the bench above his head.
   His mind was in complete turmoil; his emotions so stretched with
embarrassment and humiliation as he looked up at the young nurse.  Her cool
expression and the beauty of her face made him shiver with shame, as he lay
out naked before her.  Had she been a stout matronly type, like the school
nurse he may have felt less embarrassed.  But her slender body and delicate
features had him utterly stupefied.  Her innocent face and studious air
made Peter feel utterly ashamed of his nakedness in front of her.
   Nonchalantly, Sheila pushed his knees even further apart, before taking
off her gloves and reaching for the shaving foam and razor.  With a little
shiver of excitement running through her body, she bent over him and
casually began to lather around his penis and testicles with the shaving
brush, until the whole area was coated in thick white foam.  She could see
that he had turned his head away from her in his shame and that his face
had turned from a bright red to a deep crimson as she put down the shaving
brush and picked up the razor.  It was a delicious moment for Sheila as she
announced her intention.
   "Now Peter look at me.  I am going to shave your entire pubic area...
that includes your penis and testicles.  Now I don't want to hear any
protest from you... and I insist that you keep perfectly still.  Do you
understand me?"
   Sheila could see that Peter was absolutely distraught as she looked at
him directly.  His lips were trembling and she could see tears of shame in
his eyes.  "Well Peter, are you going to obey me?"
   His voice trembled as he almost whispered his replay.  "Ooohhh... y'yes
n'nurse."
   Nonchalantly Sheila took a firm hold of the very tip of his penis
between her finger and thumb and stretched it upwards away from his body as
she spoke.  "I am pleased to hear it Peter... now remember no fidgeting."
   Peter gasped in utter shame as Sheila causally held his penis in her
fingertips while she applied the razor to the shaft.  Over the next few
minutes, she shaved his entire pubic region, nonchalantly handling his
penis as if it were of no consequence.  She could feel the flesh gradually
engorge under her hand as she deliberately stimulated it each and every
time she touched it, all in the pretence of moving it out of the way of the
razor.  She heard him gasp several times and then suddenly cry out when she
slipped her fingers around the head of the shaft and casually withdrew the
foreskin as she placed his penis flat on his stomach, facing towards his
naval.  "Do stop being a baby, Peter, I have nearly finished shaving you...
so for heaven's sake, please keep still."
   Peter's shame knew no bounds as she casually slapped a washcloth against
his pubis and wiped the remains of the lather away from his groin.  She
wiped between his legs several times, before leaning forward and carefully
making sure that he was completely free of pubic hair.  She lifted his
scrotum examining the soft pink skin to make sure that not one hair had
escaped her attention.  Peter could feel the cool air against his freshly
shaven skin; he had never felt so utterly naked and ashamed.  He could not
help looking down at himself, groaning with utter embarrassment as he saw
that his penis was fully erect and was jutting out from his smooth and
naked freshly depilated pubis.  He turned his head away in anguish as
Sheila spoke to him.
   "Oh how embarrassing Peter..., look your penis has become erect!  It
just amazes me how children are unable to control their little penises."
Her words seemed to reduce his stature to that of a young and immature
child as he turned his head away in utter shame.  "Well you had better keep
still.  I am going to shave under your arms so that Matron can examine your
lymph nodes.  So let's get those arms stretched well above your head."
Peter could not help looking at her beautiful face as she leaned over him
and began to apply lather to his underarm.  Although the brush tickled he
managed to keep still as she shaved his armpit.  He could feel her sweet
breath on his face as she moved the razor carefully over his skin.  He
watched her in deep embarrassment as she moved around the bench and
proceeded to do the other arm, carefully shaving every hair until his skin
was completely smooth.
   Sheila was well aware that his penis was still fully erect as she bade
him stand up.  Rather than embarrass him further at this stage she moved
over to the bathtub and turned on the powerful taps.  She watched as the
bath filled to half-full in less than two minutes.  She felt the water with
her fingers, noting that the automatic control had provided a perfect
temperature.
   She turned to the young boy and smiled as she saw him standing by the
bench.  Although his penis was standing straight out from his body, he had
obediently kept his hands by his sides.  He had lowered his blushing face,
resting his chin on his chest in shame.
   "Come along Peter, hop into the bath and sit down.  I am going to give
you a nice warm bath until you are squeaky clean all over." She watched a
fresh flush of colour suffuse his cheeks as he stumbled towards the bath.
His penis was bobbing to and fro as he walked, compounding his utter
humiliation at every step.  He studiously avoided looking at her as he
reached the bath and got in.  He sat down quickly as looked up at her,
thankful that his erect penis was beneath the surface of the water.  Sheila
busied herself bringing soaps, shampoos, jugs and washcloths to the side of
the bath.  She had contemplated making the boy stand up in the bath and
hold the safety rail above his head.  However she rather fancied the idea
of first bathing the boy as one would a younger child.
   "Right close your eyes and tilt your head back, I am going to wash your
hair." She watched him and waited until he obeyed.  She loved the look of
his perfect features as he sat upright with his young face pointed upwards
awaiting her ministrations.  Sheila thought that perhaps he was able to
shut out some of his embarrassment as he squeezed his eyes shut.  Carefully
she poured warm water over his head until his hair was soaked.  Gently,
almost lovingly, she began to wash his hair.  Her hands were soft and
sensuous as she lathered him.  Her fingertips played with the hair at the
nape of his neck before smoothing the lather around his ears and under his
chin.  She could hear the boys breathing become deeper and more regular as
she rinsed his hair and began to lather his smooth chest.  She moved behind
him and sat on the edge of the bath as she slipped her delicate fingers
beneath his arms and began to soap the smooth skin under his armpits.  In a
most intimate way she slipped her forearms further underneath his arms and
gently soaped his chest.  Her fingers played over his nipples as she
slipped her arms further forward.  Her voice was soft and low as her cheek
moved next to his.  "There we are, we soon have you all nice and clean,
won't we Peter." She whispered as she busied herself soaping the young boy.
   "Mmm... you will be a nice clean boy, won't you?  Lots of soap to make
your skin soft and squeaky clean.  Now just lean back and I am going to do
your toes." Carefully she leaned him back against the bath and gently
rested his head on the rim.  She noticed that his eyes were still tightly
shut as she moved to the other end of the bath and lifted his leg from the
water.  Lovingly she lathered his foot, her fingers slipping between each
toe as she washed him thoroughly.  She carefully let his leg back down into
the water and proceeded to wash the other one in the same fashion.
   "Let's get these little `piggies' nice and clean shall we?" Her slender
fingers slipped and probed between his toes as she diligently lathered his
feet.  "There we are I'll just let your leg back into the water and you can
lay there and soak for a moment."
   She could hear the boy's breathing deepen as she stood back and admired
his young body.  She left him for several minutes before gently placing her
hand upon his cheek.
   "Wakey, wakey Peter.  I want you to be a good boy and stand up for me
now.  There is a safety rail above your head.  I want you to stand up and
hold onto the rail so that you don't slip.  Do you want me to help you or
do you think you can manage on your own?" She watched as he stood up
awkwardly, he looked nervous and embarrassed again as he stretched his arms
above his head and grasped the bar above him.  He stood with his legs
together and Sheila noticed that although his penis was not fully erect,
that it was still plump and pointing forward, rather than hanging down
between his legs.  She watched his face colour up again as she stood back
and looked him up and down.
   "Now look at me Peter.  I want you to stand with your legs as wide apart
as you can... until your arms are stretched up fully.  Will you do that for
me?" She saw his cheeks flush with red and an anxious expression appear on
his young face, as self-consciously he spread his feet apart until his arms
were fully stretched holding the bar.
   "Now Peter, you see, you can be a good little boy when you try.  Now be
a brave little soldier and don't make a fuss while I wash your little penis
and testicles.  I promise I will be very gentle with you." She placed her
hands on each of his hips, marvelling at the narrowness as she slipped her
hands around him and stroked her palms over his firm buttocks.
   "Now I want you to remember to relax your bottom when I need to get
inside the crease.  You will be a good boy and obey me won't you sweetie?"
   Sheila delighted in the embarrassment that her words caused the young
boy.  She watched in delight as he shivered in anticipation.  Deliberately
she coated her hands with liquid soap, making sure that he could see her
every move.  She moved closer to the bath and looked up into his face as
she gently cupped his testicles in her right hand.  Without preamble she
slipped her other hand around his hips and dipped her fingers into the
crease of his bottom.  Slowly and sensuously she began to soap him.  She
felt him shiver as she withdrew her hands for a moment and then placed her
fingers around the shaft of his penis.  Nonchalantly she pushed the
foreskin back and began to soap the head of his penis with her other hand.
She held him firmly as he wriggled and tried to escape the acute sensation.
   "Arggghhh ooooooohhhhh." He moaned in anguish as her fingers assailed
his senses.
   "Now do try and keep still, this has to be done... you do want to be
clean don't you Peter?" Sheila knew that her question to the boy was
entirely rhetorical.  She continued to diligently soap his penis,
completely ignoring his protestations as her fingers plundered his naïve
sexual senses.  Suddenly she let go of the shaft of his penis with her
right hand and slipped it between his legs.  Without warning she slid her
soapy fingertips deep between his buttocks and located his sphincter. 
Deftly she slipped her finger inside him.  She could feel his whole body
quake as she curled her finger upwards, at the same time as she slipped her
left hand down over his penis, pushing the foreskin back tightly.  She felt
his penis began to throb uncontrollably as she held him firmly.
   "Arrrgghhhh ooooohhhh oh please erm miss er nurse oh pleeeeeassse."
   "Just keep still Peter, I have nearly finished." Sheila held him until
she was sure that he was almost on the brink of an ejaculation.  Suddenly
she slipped her finger from his bottom and let him go.  Wickedly, she took
the shower attachment and sprayed him with cold water.  She watched him
shiver with sensation as she played the water over his genitals, directing
the spray firmly against his penis and bulging scrotum, until she was quite
sure that the moment had passed.
   "Now Peter," she said brightly.  "I am going to dry you off and you will
be ready for your medical examination.
   It was ten minutes and three fluffy towels later that Peter stood before
the young nurse.  She had made him stand with his legs apart and his hands
placed flat upon the top of his head.  She stood back and examined him,
delighting in the look of his naked body as he stood shivering in shame.
   His plump penis and bulging scrotum somehow seemed larger, now that his
pubis had been completely shaved.  The smooth flesh looked pale under the
overhead lights.  Sheila took her time as she re-examined his body.  She
was delighted with how she had handled the boy.  She stepped forward and
touched her fingertips to his freshly shaved pubis just above his penis. 
She admonished him as he tried to draw back from her touch.  "Now Peter
that was very naughty... now keep still while I check that you are
completely smooth.  She bent down on one knee and replaced her hand,
smoothing her fingers around each side of his penis.  Peter involuntarily
tried to avoid her touch again, thrusting his bottom back as her fingers
traced a pattern around his genitals.
   "Alright Peter, turn around and bend over and touch your toes." She
watched him blush as he reluctantly obeyed her.  He felt utterly foolish as
he bent over.  "No Peter... not like that you silly boy!  Spread your legs
and touch your toes properly." Sheila waited until he was bent over to her
satisfaction.  With a thrill of anticipation she moved to his side and
leaned over him.  She placed her left arm right around his waist, bringing
the palm of her hand face upwards under his tummy.  She held him tightly as
she smacked his bottom three times in quick succession.
   Peter was mollified.  He had thought that the instruction to bend over
was for her further examination of him, rather than to access his bottom
for punishment.  "Oooohhhh... nooo please erm nurse."
   Sheila ignored him as she gave him another three hard smacks.  "Now
Peter, are you going to be obedient or do you want me to take you over my
knees and give you a sound spanking.
   Peter was so humiliated that he could hardly speak.  "Oh please nooo
misss... er I will be good... I promise."
   "Well I hope for your sake that that is true, now stand up and turn
around and face me and place your hands back upon the top of your head."
   She waited while he obeyed, before once again smoothing her hands around
his shaved pubis.  She looked him straight in the eye as she took a firm
grip of his penis and slipped the foreskin back until she had revealed the
entire glans-penis.  "Now keep still while I examine you properly."
   Without letting go she went down on one knee and raised his penis.  She
lent her head forward, knowing that the boy could feel her breath against
his penis as she examined the flesh behind the foreskin.  She could feel
the flesh begin to throb between her fingers as manipulated the flesh in
the pretence of a thorough scrutiny.
   "Well you seem to be thoroughly clean.  I can see that a smack bottom is
far more effective in getting obedience from a little boy such as you.  I
have never known such reluctance, Peter.  I shall hope that we can remedy
your waywardness as well your health while you are here with us.  I have no
idea what Andrea will think of you when I tell her how difficult you have
been."
   Sheila looked at his face as she let his penis go.  She was delighted to
see that it had become erect and was throbbing visibly as she stood
upright. Peters face was bright red with embarrassment and indignation as
Sheila looked him in the eye.  She placed her hand on each side of his
face, feeling the heat from his cheeks as she held his head.  His
crestfallen expression and utter humility delighted her as she spoke to
him. "I am afraid Peter that I am going to have to ask Andrea to take you
in hand.  She obviously likes you, but I am sure that she would not be
willing to put up with a recalcitrant young boy.  I am sure that if I ask
her she will be willing to teach you the error of your ways.  It is far
better that you are dealt with now, rather than grow up to be a selfish and
difficult adult."
   Peter was so embarrassed he did not know where to put himself.  There
were tears in his eyes as Sheila let him go and stood back.  Her voice
softened as she realised just how embarrassed the young boy was feeling. 
She did not want him in tears at this stage, after all she thought he has a
very much more embarrassing time to go through.
   "Well Peter, we will say no more for now.  I am sure that you will try
and be a good boy and do your best for Matron when she examines you.  You
must remember that your mother was delighted that you are to be examined
entirely free of charge." Sheila turned away from him and went to the
sinks. She took a glass specimen jar from the shelves and held it forward
as she returned to stand in front of the naked young boy.
   She knelt down and nonchalant placed her fingers around his penis.  She
placed the glass tube over then shaft and moved it forward until the rim
was pressed against his groin.  "Now Peter take hold of the jar with both
hands and hold it there while you give me a urine sample." She watched his
jaw go slack with disbelief as he slowly took his hands from his head and
placed then against the jar.
   "Hold it tightly now and do me a `wee, wee' into the jar." The boy
looked dumbfounded as Sheila stepped back.  "Come along, I am sure you can
manage a little `wee wee' can't you?
   Peter's face was bright crimson as he looked at the young nurse.  "Erm
do you mean erm here erm nurse?"
   "Of course you silly boy, now come along." The cold of the glass allied
to the boy's nervousness seemed to act upon his bladder... it was only
seconds before he was urinating helplessly into the jar.
   "That's a clever boy... now you see you can be obedient if you really
try.  Perhaps I won't have to ask Andrea to take you over her knees after
all."
   Peter could not believe what he was hearing.  It was unthinkable to him,
that Andrea the girl he had mooned over for months could possibly do such a
thing.  His mind was in turmoil as he finished urinating.  He stood
helplessly as the nurse took the jar and placed it below the tip of his of
his penis, drawing her fingers down the shaft to extricate the last drops
of urine from him.  He shivered, feeling a huge shudder run through his
entire body as she squeezed the very tip of his penis to expel the final
drops.
   "What a clever boy, now just stay there while I label this and then I
will take you through."
   The nurse held his arm and walked with him through to the examination
room.  Her action at taking his arm was quite deliberate as she had
accurately anticipated his likely reaction.  The next few moments eclipsed
any embarrassment that Peter had already been subjected to.
   Peter was walked into the examination room, he first saw Mrs Mountford
standing by the examination couch.  Beyond her, seated at the desk, a
second nurse, who was dressed in standard blue nursing uniform, was reading
from a clipboard.  Peter had not expected to see anyone else and was rather
hesitant in moving forward.  As the second nurse got up from the desk and
lowered her clipboard, Peter suddenly realized to his horror... that it was
Andrea!
   He immediately tried to cover himself.  Wrenching his arm from the
nurse, he clasped both of his hands to his genitals.  His exasperated gasps
of humiliation betrayed his abject horror.  He simply could not believe
that Andrea was there!!!  His feeling of horror was so intense that he
cried out in anguish like a young child.  He felt utterly foolish and
belittled as Andrea moved forward and spoke to her mother, completely
ignoring Peter's naked gyrations and fevered movements.
   "Will you be working from this form mother?" Andrea showed the clipboard
to her mother and then looked over to Peter.  Her expression was cool and
professional as Peter stood cowering before her.
   Peter almost pleaded with Mrs Mountford as he stood shivering with his
hands clasped to his genitals.
   "Please er Miss... er pleeeeeeeeeeeeease not in front of Andrea..." Mrs
Mountford seemed almost preoccupied with the form she was looking at, as
she spoke to the naked young boy.  "Don't be silly Peter... Andrea is a
very proficient young student Nurse.  She has been helping me every
Saturday at the hospital for the last two years and already has the status
of a first year student nurse.  What on earth is the matter with you?  Now
go and stand in front of the desk over there and we will get started."
   Peter felt a fresh flush of colour suddenly cover his entire body.  He
could not believe that he was to be examined in front of Andrea.  He was
acutely aware of his smoothly shaved pubis seemingly accenting his
nakedness.  He clasped his hands more tightly over his groin as he bent
forward.  To Peter, his humiliation seemed to have been made even more
acute by Andrea's cool appraisal of him as she stood by her mother's side.
Her nurse's uniform, fitted her perfectly.  The broad belt showed off her
flat stomach and narrow waist to perfection while the shortness of the
dress revealed her long tanned legs.  Her cleavage was visible between the
open collar of the uniform, the material accented the beautiful contour of
her breasts.  The finely woven material had been carefully pressed and
fitted her exquisitely.  Andrea was perfectly groomed and very much at her
ease.  The neatness of her appearance and confidence of her manner, further
accented the difference between her authoritarian position and the misery
and shame of the naked young boy.
   It was Sheila that got Peter moving.  She gave him a sharp slap on his
buttocks, before taking his arm and marching him to a central position in
front of the gleaming white desk.  "Now stand up straight and place your
hands upon your head.  I want your legs spread apart, come along now... let
me see you get in position.  If you do not obey me, I will fetch the
hairbrush and we will hold you over that desk while your bottom is soundly
spanked.  Now Peter... which is it to be?"
   Peter blushed profusely, his body trembling with embarrassment, as he
slowly took his hands from his groin and stood up straight.  Acutely aware
of the cool air accenting his completely hairless penis and testicles, he
forced himself to raise his arms and place the flat of his palms upon the
top of his head... and then, with an even greater effort, he shuffled his
feet apart.  "Come along, get them well spread.  My, my you are being a
naughty boy today."
   He felt utterly foolish and humiliated as he placed his feet over a
metre apart before Sheila was completely satisfied with his position.  He
was aware that Andrea would have a perfect view of his bottom as he stood
facing the desk.  It was only with an embarrassed resignation to the
futility of his protests, that he managed to stand as he had been
instructed.
   He felt his face burning with anguish and indignation as he stood and
waited, knowing that sooner or later Andrea would return to her desk and
see his naked and hairless penis and testicles.  His embarrassment at the
prospect of having to stand in such a position while Andrea looked at him
was almost too much to bear.
   He could feel tears of shame welling up in his eyes as he heard Andrea
approach.  It was almost with complete indifference to his plight that she
walked past him and around to other side of the desk.  She did not even
glance up at him as she pulled up her chair and arranged several forms upon
the white surface.  Peter was trembling as he waited for the inevitable. 
To his utter shame and embarrassment Andrea slowly raised her head and
looked towards him.  He could see her eyes travel up and down his body, her
cool appraisal adding fuel to his humiliation as she looked directly at his
completely shaven genitals.
   Andrea was delighted with the look of his penis and testicles.  The skin
of his plump scrotum seemed almost pale against the rest of his body now
that it was bereft of hair.  His penis hung down over the bulging sac as he
stood with his legs shamefully apart.  She squeezed her legs together in a
sudden frisson of delight, carefully hiding her feelings by adopting a
clinical and professional expression.  She knew that the boy would be
completely embarrassed by having had to have his penis and scrotum shaved.
   She did not smile or give him any recognition of their friendship. 
Instead she seemed clinical and detached from him.  She lowered her head
and began reading the first of the forms as Mrs.  Mountford came to stand
at his side.
   Peter could smell Mrs.  Mountford's delicate perfume as she stood close
to him and gently placed the cool palm of her hand flat against his
stomach. Peter shivered at the first contact as she raised her stethoscope
and placed the ice-cold diaphragm against his chest.
   "Right Peter breathe in and hold your breath until I tell you to breathe
out again." Peter obediently took a deep breath as the Matron began to move
the diaphragm over his chest.  "Well done, now breathe out." Mrs. 
Mountford changed the position of her hand, slipping it around his waist as
she stood even closer to him.  She could feel the boy trembling as she
moved the stethoscope over every inch of his chest.
   "No abnormalities, but "P" is 100." She called to Andrea as she moved
around the naked boy and faced his back.  Peter's face was one complete
flush of red as he watched Andrea filling in the results on the form.
   Mrs.  Mountford took her time admiring the boy's naked buttocks before
moving forward, her body almost touching his bottom, as she placed the
stethoscope on his back.  Almost mischievously she slipped her hand around
his hip, her fingertips deliberately resting on the delicate area just in
front of his hipbone.  She could feel his body shiver as her fingertips
touched the crease of his groin.  Andrea could see the look of
consternation in the young boy's eyes as her mother began to run the
stethoscope over his back.  Andrea knew that sooner or later, her mother's
delicate touch would arouse the boy.  Cynthia gave Andrea a knowing look as
she glanced over the boy's shoulder.
   "Again no abnormalities, "P" is raised and regular.  Cynthia dropped the
stethoscope, letting the tube hand between her breasts as she moved around
to the front of the boy and raised her hands and placed them on each side
of his neck.
   Her fingers were cool against his fevered skin.  Her touch was gentle
yet probing as she handled the boy's quite nonchalantly "No nodes apparent
left and right side of neck." Peter looked at Mrs.  Mountford's beautiful
face, shivering as she slipped her hands down from his neck.  Her palms
caressed his skin as she slipped them over his chest and under his arms.
   Her touch was gentle and deliberately sensual as her fingertips moved
outwards to the freshly shaved area of his armpits.  Cynthia deliberately
let her body move closer to him, so that her white tunic touched against
the tip of his penis as she began to examine under his arms.  She looked
into his eyes, seeing the utter shame as she sensuously kneaded his flesh.
She felt a shiver run through his whole body as the material of her dress
rubbed against the tip of his penis.
   "No nodes apparent."
   Mrs.  Mountford looked across at Sheila who was busy fixing stirrups to
the examination couch.  Sheila had deliberately waited until the boy's
examination had started so that he would not be able to see what
preparations she was making.  She knew that the sight of the stirrups would
have given him a good idea of what was in store for him.
   "Oh Sheila would you bring me the small stool please." Cynthia made sure
that she held the boy's attention as she waited for Sheila.  She looked
into his eyes seeing his utter anguish as Sheila wheeled the low stool to
Cynthia's side.
   Cynthia held the boys gaze as she sat down on the stool.  His expression
was showing his anxiety and trepidation at what was coming next.  She
placed her hand on his hip and let her fingers slide down the crease of his
groin.  She could hear his sharp intake of breath as her fingers got
dangerously close to his penis and testicles.
   Peter could not help reacting to her gentle touch as she smoothed her
hands over his skin.  His heart sunk in despair as he felt his penis throb
with the first manifestation of his arousal.  He could do nothing but stand
there helpless as Matron called to Andrea.
   "No swelling of the groin lymph nodes." She intoned, as she thoroughly
examined both sides of his groin.
   Peter could not help looking at Andrea who was ticking boxes on the
forms she held in front of her.  She looked up at him, her expression cool
and clinical, bereft of any emotion that she felt.  She could see that the
boy was blushing more profusely than ever.  She waited until her mother
pushed gently back on her stool, leaving the boy's body completely within
her view.  She saw immediately that his penis had swollen during the last
part of the exam and as she watched, she could see the flesh suddenly
pulse, making the head of the penis bob up and down.  She heard him groan
in despair and anguish as he realised that she was watching him.
   Cynthia placed her stool to the side so that she would not interfere
with Andrea's view of the boy.  "Arch your back and keep your legs well
spread while I examine your testicles.  Come along young man... there
that's the way.  Now I want you to give me a nice big cough when I tell
you." She looked up at his blushing face as she reached forward and gently
cupped his entire scrotum in her hand.  She could feel the flesh recoil at
the cool touch of her hand.  Deftly she encased the entire scrotum as the
boy groaned in embarrassment.
   "Right give me a nice big cough please." Peter felt his penis throb
violently as Matron cupped his testicles and lifted them.  He was so
embarrassed that he could not help looking at Andrea to see if she had
observed this intimate part of his examination.  He saw immediately that
she was watching him intently.  He was not quick enough to avert his
gaze... and their eyes met... much to Peter's utter shame.
   "Come along another nice big cough please." Matron rolled his testicles
within the scrotal sac.  She could see that his penis was engorging rapidly
as she let her fingers play with the swollen orbs inside the puckered pouch
of his scrotum.
   "The testicles are very swollen although there is no sign of hernia. 
Would you make a note please Andrea, that we will have to take a semen
sample?" Peter gasped in shock as the matron casually announced her
intention.
   "Now keep still Peter while I retract your prepuce.  Now keep perfectly
still and don't fidget.  Little boys can be so awkward when they have their
penises examined." "Ohhh... er please er miss." Peter did not know where to
put himself as he looked down to see Matron casually take a firm hold of
his penis and immediately retract the foreskin.  He almost jumped out of
his skin with the acute sensation.  His penis had engorged fully and Peter
could feel it start to throb constantly.
   "Oh really Peter... do keep still." Nonchalantly Cynthia pushed the
foreskin back until it was stretched tight.  She could feel the boy shiver
and shake as she slipped her fingers over the head of the glans penis. 
"Argggghhhh...ooooohhhh." He could not contain himself as Cynthia casually
stretched the skin back as she examined the head and the glans.  Peter was
shivering and shaking with sensation as matron continued her intimate
examination, seemingly oblivious to his distress.  Her voice was cool and
calm, ignoring the boy's gasps and groans as she spoke to Andrea.
   "No abnormalities... prepuce is tight and restrictive.  The penis has
become engorged and erect during examination.  Please make a note that I
recommend therapy with resultant semen extraction.  I am going to examine
his prostate now." She looked across the room and spoke to Sheila would you
bring some gloves and lubricant please, while I get this boy positioned."
   Peter was shivering with embarrassment as Matron took her hands away
from him, leaving him standing spread legged with his erect penis pointing
upwards, away from his groin.  She completely ignored him as she stood
upright and grasping his wrists, took his hands from his head.  "Now Peter
lean forward, just as you are with your legs spread and put your hands flat
down on the desk.
   Peter was blushing furiously as the Matron made him bend forward until
he had placed his hands wide apart on the edge of the desk.  To his dismay
Peter felt Mrs.  Mountford place her hand on his shoulders and gesture for
him to lower his head.  He looked forward and blushed immediately as he saw
Andrea looking into his eyes.
   The last part of the examination had been so embarrassing that it had
given Peter little time to contemplate the matron's intention of taking a
semen sample.  He shivered and shook, cocooned in shame as he bent forward
with his legs spread wide, while his erect penis throbbed violently.  He
heard the nurse walk towards him and felt her cool hand upon his bottom.
   "Now Peter I want you to relax your bottom so that Matron has complete
access.  I am going to spread the cheeks of your bottom and I want no
nonsense... do you hear Peter." Sheila's voice was stern as she leaned over
his waist and placed one hand upon each buttock.
   "Now just relax." Peter shivered as Sheila stretched the cheeks of his
bottom widely apart.  He found that it was impossible to resist as his legs
were so widely spread.  To his utter shame he felt Andrea gently place her
hands on either side of his face.  Carefully she lifted his head until he
was looking directly into her eyes.  "Just relax your bottom now Peter.  I
am sure Mother will be very gentle when she penetrates your little
sphincter." Andrea's words compounded his shame more than he ever thought
possible.  Her beautiful face moved closer to his as she spoke once more.
"Be a brave boy now." Andrea had observed her mother as she moved the stool
directly behind the boy, holding her gloved hand upwards so that the
lubricant did not drip.
   Almost immediately, Peter felt matron's fingers gently smooth between
the crease of his bottom.  He shivered as her finger scored across his
sensitive sphincter and began to probe.  Gently but insistently he felt her
press against the tight stricture.  The deft and practiced movements of her
finger probed more firmly as she lubricated the entrance to his anus. 
Without warning her finger suddenly slipped through the opening to his
bottom.  He tried to rear up but Sheila leaned her body against the small
of his back while Andrea held his head more firmly.  She whispered to him
as he cried out in anguish.
   "There we are Peter, just be a brave boy while Mummy has a feel around
inside you."
   Peter had never felt more humiliated or foolish than right now.  His
modest nature could not contain the absolute ignominy of his position.  His
face was bright red as he looked at Andrea's beautiful face, knowing that
she was privy to every nuance of his distressing position.  Peter's
thoughts were in turmoil; how could he ever have dignity again, he thought,
as he was forced to look up at her while she observed him with his bottom
cheeks stretched widely apart and his anus being thoroughly penetrated and
vigorously probed.
   The boy's humiliation was written right across his face as Andrea looked
at him.  She thrilled at his utter anguish as he tried to rear up again. 
"Just relax there's a good boy." Andrea's voice was soothing as she looked
into his eyes.  She stifled the thrill she felt as he tried to rear up
again.  Andrea knew that her mother had slipped a second finger firmly up
inside his bottom and had pushed both fingers firmly until they could go no
further.
   Peter was near to fainting as Mrs Mountford smoothed her fingertips over
his prostate gland.  She could feel an involuntary spasm inside his anus as
she prodded the soft mound of the gland.  She reached forward between his
legs and placed her fingers delicately around his penis, making sure that
she did not stimulate the young boy any more than was necessary.  She could
feel the shaft throbbing violently and knew that soon he would be very
close to ejaculating.  "Please make a note Andrea: The sphincter is rather
tight and could benefit from some therapy and I can confirm that the
prostate is temporarily enlarged and will benefit from semen extraction."
Peter blushed in shame as Andrea took her delicate fingers from his cheeks
and began to write on the forms in front of her.
   Quickly matron withdrew her finger and without allowing Peter any
respite from his ordeal, both she and Sheila took hold of his trembling
body.  Standing him upright, they guided him towards the examination table.
It was only a matter of seconds before they had sat him upon the end of the
table and laid him back with his arms stretched out on the surface above
his head.
   Andrea caught a glimpse of the embarrassed expression on his young face
as they hoisted his legs upwards, until they were placed high and wide
within the confines of the surgical stirrups.  The deep broad leather loops
held his calves' comfortably; but their depth made escape impossible.
   Andrea got up from her desk and walked to the side of the examination
table.  She noted that Peter's eyes were firmly closed, probably, she
thought, to shut out the dire ignominy of his position.  Delighted with the
events of the evening so far, she looked over his naked body.  She took her
time examining him from head to foot, revelling in the look of his shaved
genitalia... which now seemed even more noticeable, particularly as his
legs were stretched so widely apart.  She knew that his position was the
most shameful possible for a young boy.  While his eyes were tightly shut,
she took the opportunity to bend over and take a closer look at his penis,
which was still throbbing visibly.  She stifled the impulse to take his
penis and testicles in her hands, knowing that her opportunity would not be
long in coming.  Instead she looked back at his face, knowing that sooner
or later, he would become aware of her presence.
   However she did not have to wait for him to open his eyes voluntarily,
as Cynthia Mountford quickly took charge.  Standing between his widely
spread legs she addressed him.  "Come along open your eyes Peter, I need
your full attention." She waited while he reluctantly opened his eyes and
looked at her.  "Right Peter, I have examined your testicles and they are
very swollen, quite enlarged in fact!  Tell me, when did you last
masturbate?  You do know what masturbation is I presume?"
   The boy's face was crestfallen as he looked up at her.  "Erm yes erm
miss, erm matron.  I mean, I know what it is." He hesitated for a moment.
"I don't erm, I mean masturbate... erm I have never done..." his voice was
trembling with embarrassment but he managed to continue, "I have never
masturbated Matron... never!"
   Matron was fairly sure that the boy was telling the truth, having
discussed the subject thoroughly with Sheila and Andrea.
   "Well Peter, that is admirable.  Little boys should certainly not
masturbate; it can lead to a malformed penis as well as soreness and
sometimes other problems.  However, in your case, your testes are rather
swollen and so is your prostate gland.  Therefore it is `medically'
necessary for you to have your semen extracted.  We will probably need to
do this several times a day until your testes are of a normal size.  I will
take a sample from you now, which should certainly stop your testes from
becoming painful." She leaned forward and looked at him keenly.  "Now I
want no nonsense from you while I take a semen sample, do you under stand
me?"
   Andrea could see that Peter had suddenly realised the import of what
Cynthia had said.  He looked astonished and then suddenly leaned forward
and clasped his hands to his groin, covering his penis and testicles.
   "Oh please miss..  please noooo... not in front of no... please don't
miss.  I really couldn't bear that... oh please nooo." Cynthia could see
that his shame and anguish had completely overwhelmed him.  However she was
delighted that he had provided this opportunity to announce another of her
intentions.
   "Sheila, please take his hands and get him back in position.  Andrea,
would you stand by in case he is unruly?" Cynthia watched Sheila who gently
took his wrists and moved them away from his groin.  She placed his arms
back upon the examination couch, stretching them out above his head.  She
tutted at him as his penis and testicles were shamefully exposed again.
   "Now let's have no more fuss, what on earth is Andrea going to think of
you?" Sheila's voice was soft and gentle as she stood at the head of the
bed.  She raised his head a little and placed a large heavy pillow over his
arms and under the back of his head.  This had two effects; one was to
raise his head so that he could not help but look down at his own naked
torso and his shamefully erect penis, the other was to effectively stifle
any movement of his arms, which were now firmly pinioned under the pillow.
   Cynthia spoke again.  "I will discuss your behaviour and your punishment
later.  But be assured that you will be punished for that little outburst.
Now keep still and stop behaving like a spoilt child."
   She moved between his legs allowing room for Andrea at her right side.
"Now Andrea would you bring a specimen jar and collect his semen sample for
me.  If you come around to my right I would like you to hold his testicles
out of the way while I slip my finger up into his bottom." Andrea thrilled
as Peter reluctantly looked at her in disbelief.  His face flushed to a
deep purple as Andrea gave him a sympathetic smile as she reached for a
glass container.  Peter looked at her in utter disbelief as she held the
container quite casually.  It made Peter feel quite light-headed with
humiliation as she stood there holding the container that would hold the
contents of his ejaculation.
   Nonchalantly she reached forward and cupped his entire scrotum in her
left hand.  Her delicate fingers seemed to amplify the boy's complete
humiliation as she drew the bulging sac forward and lifted the swollen orbs
in her hand.
   Cynthia spoke sharply as Peter groaned in utter anguish.  "Come along
behave yourself, I want no nonsense." Her words were punctuated by the deft
movement of her hands as she placed a large glob of lubricant on her index
finger and casually slipped it between the widely spread cheeks of his
bottom.  Sheila could see the boy's reaction and quickly leaned over him,
her breasts touching his head as she placed her hands upon his chest as he
tried to rear up.  She felt a sudden thrill as she smiled down at his
anguished face.
   Peter was in absolute mental and physical turmoil as he felt a firm
pressure against his bottom and then the intense almost sexual sensation as
a finger was slipped upwards into his sphincter, deftly penetrating his
bottom in a single well-practised move.
   His head moved from side to side as Cynthia slipped her free hand around
the shaft of his penis and gently slid her fingers upwards.  She increased
the firmness of her fingers as she collected the foreskin and slid it down
the shaft, exposing the smooth corona.  Peter gasped in anguish as she
stretched the skin back tightly.  His gasps turned to a loud moan of
anguish as Cynthia penetrated his bottom with a second finger.  Suddenly he
began to shiver uncontrollably as Cynthia hooked her fingers inside his
bottom and callously scored her fingertips over his prostate gland.  Sheila
held the boy firmly as Cynthia proceeded to milk him.
   The well-practiced movement of her fingers denied his feelings any
respite as she methodically milked her hand up and down the shaft.  Groan
after groan escaped from the young boy's lips as her fingers explored the
very core of his senses.  Andrea watched in fascination as his mouth sagged
open and his eyes rolled up in sexual anguish.  His breath was heavy and
laboured as Cynthia plunged her fingers even further up into his bottom and
glanced at Andrea.
   Andrea felt a thrill run through her body as she observed the state of
the boy.  She could not believe the effect their ministrations were having
upon his young body.  His back was arched and his stomach moved up and down
in violent spasms as they brought him to the pinnacle of sexual sensation.
Carefully she squeezed his testicles as she felt the scrotum contract
violently, his soft and swollen testicles almost jumping in her hand as she
placed the tube against the tip of his penis.  "There we are Peter, now let
me have a nice big sample... some along now." Cynthia's voice was cool and
calm, belying the rapid motion of her hands as she expertly plundered his
sensibilities.  The girls watched as Peter's body began to shiver
uncontrollably.  His slender torso was in absolute spasm as Cynthia's
delicate fingers firmly elicited every vestige of sexual arousal from his
prostrate form.
   The inevitable ejaculation manifested in an eruption of semen that
surprised even Cynthia.  She milked him mercilessly as he reluctantly
ejaculated into the container.  Thick milky-white globules of semen
splattered against the sides of the container in unbelievably copious
amounts, as Cynthia nonchalantly denied the boy any respite from her expert
ministrations.
   Andrea squeezed her legs together in delight.  All that she had thought
of over the last few weeks and come to fruition.  Everything that she had
planned and schemed for had exceeded her wildest expectations.  She knew
with an unswerving certainty that this was exactly what she wanted.  To be
able to have this young boy, utterly embarrassed and humiliated, being
forced to orgasm at her will and discretion, thrilled her more than she
ever thought possible.  To have such a beautiful body and acquiescent mind
completely under her control, to do with as she pleased, when she
pleased... she thrilled again at the thought.  Deliberately she squeezed
his testicles firmly as she watched his anguished gyrations as the last
reluctant spurts of semen were wrung from his body.  His eyes flew open
wide in disbelief as he realised that Andrea had squeezed him in such a
nonchalant and intimate fashion.  Andrea looked at his reddened face as it
contorted in emotional and sexual anguish.  `Yes my boy, she thought, `you
will serve me well.' It was no surprise to any of the girls when Peter
fainted in one last gasp of terminal fatigue, his senses well and truly
plundered.
   3
   Cynthia allowed the boy to wake naturally and placed a glass of iced
water to his lips as Sheila held his head so that he could drink.  She saw
the boy blush again as he observed Andrea holding up the glass container of
semen and reading the measurement scale upon the side of the smooth
cylinder.  He shivered visibly as she spoke to him.  "My... my Peter, you
are a productive little boy!" Cynthia watched as he blushed profusely and
turned his head away.  She took the glass from his lips and spoke to him.
"Right young man, I am going to examine the rest of you and then take a
blood sample... after that Andrea is just going to bend you over her desk
and give you two vitamin injections into your little bottom... after that
you are finished.  Now that isn't so bad is it?"
   The boy's sudden rush of embarrassment was almost palpable as Cynthia
finished her sentence.  He suddenly shivered, a huge involuntary spasm
running through his entire body as her words sank in.
   The next thirty minutes were as embarrassing as anything that had gone
before.  Cynthia had deliberately stimulated him as she examined his
stomach, her fingers sensuously kneading his tender flesh as she delicately
pressed against every inch of his torso.  She took her time, running her
slender fingers over his lower abdomen and down to each side of his groin.
The delicacy of her touch and the smoothness and vulnerability of his
freshly-shaven skin, made each contact of her fingers a sensual agony of
unwanted sexual stimulation.  He could feel his penis begin to distend as
she touched him.  He could actually feel the tip of his penis move against
the smooth skin of his pubis as it gradually became engorged.  His cheeks
burned with shame as each touch of her fingers heralded his shameful
erection.  Cynthia smiled to herself at the young boy's obvious discomfort.
Her fingers were knowingly arousing him and yet she carefully avoided
touching his penis or testicles.
   Cynthia had almost mischievously decided to avoid any direct contact
with his genitals... knowing that her tender touch would make him erect
without any further stimulation.  She also knew, that because he had become
erect without her touching his penis, that he found it even more shameful
than if he had been overtly aroused.
   Cynthia continued her examination of the young boy.  His beautiful body
thrilled her and - she delighted in the knowledge that her daughter had
made an admirable choice.  She made sure that his penis was not only erect,
but that it was throbbing with engorgement, before she brought her
examination to a close.
   His face was a picture of embarrassment as Cynthia beckoned for the
girls to remove his legs from the stirrups.  After he had been released ,
he had been made to stand in the centre of the room with his hands placed
at each side of his hips.
   "Now stand up straight Peter, I hope we are to have no more nonsense
from you." He had been denied any modesty as he stood as instructed, his
erect penis jutting outward from his smooth and shaven pubis.  He had been
made to stand shivering in shame while Sheila had fetched a white fluffy
towelling bathrobe and had dressed him in it as if he were a young boy,
unable to manage it for himself.  She had made sure that the towelling
cloth of the gown rubbed against the very tip of his penis.  She
deliberately moved the cloth over the sensitive opening of his urethra as
she had dressed him, causing his body to shiver and shake.  He gasped with
anguish as she moved the material to and fro over the tip of his erect
penis, while tying the belt of the gown into a bow.
   He had looked down at himself in shame, shivering in humiliation as saw
the tented material of the gown.  He had stood shamefully while Andrea, and
her mother and aunt, busied themselves within the surgery.  He felt so
embarrassed that he looked down at his feet rather than watch what they
were doing.
   The final ignominy was perhaps ten minutes later, when Andrea came
towards him and gently took his wrists and led him to her desk.  Upon the
corner of the desk had been placed, a small kidney shaped tray with two
syringes and several small bottles laid inside it.  Next to the stainless
steel dish, was a large container of alcohol and next to that, several
surgical swabs.
   "There we are Peter now we are nearly finished." She stood him facing
the desk and moved behind him.  Before he realised what she was doing she
had reached around his waist and had had loosened the tie-cords of his
gown.
   "Be a good boy and bend over the desk so that your chest is flat against
the surface.  There that's the way... over you go." She had pressed against
his back until his blushing face was pressed against the surface of the
desk.  He shivered involuntarily as he felt her take the hem of his
dressing gown and raise it up and over his back, fully baring his buttocks
to her view.  His shame was tantamount as she laid the hem of the gown up
over his shoulders as if she had bared his bottom for punishment.
   He felt even more naked than if he had been entirely unclothed.  He
could feel the cool air float over his flesh, punctuating his absolute
humiliation as she bared him.  Andrea savoured the sight of his bottom
cheeks as she plunged the needle of the syringe into the rubber seal of the
smaller of the two bottles.  Deliberately she placed the syringe next to
his head so that he could see the gleaming needle as she poured alcohol
onto one of the swabs.
   With the gentlest and most delicate of touches, she placed her hand on
his left buttock, feeling him shiver as she swabbed a small area on the
underside of his bottom.  "There we are Peter, now hold still while I
inject you." She could see the boy shiver as her fingers came into his view
and she picked up the hypodermic syringe from the desk-top.  Andrea felt a
thrill run through her body at the very moment that the needle pierced his
bottom.  She heard him gasp in shock as the needle sank into his flesh. 
Callously she squeezed the plunger watching his young body shiver and try
and rear up as the contents emptied into his buttock.
   Quickly she rubbed the injured flesh, knowing full-well that the
injection was far more painful if the contents of the syringe were emptied
quickly.  He gasped again as she tapped his buttocks smartly with her
fingertips.  "Well done Peter, only one more to go." She saw him shiver as
she moved to the side of the desk, so that he would have full view of her
hands as she emptied the contents of the larger second bottle into a new
syringe.  She moved around behind him, feeling his buttocks quiver in
anticipation as she placed her hand gently on his right bottom cheek.
   "Hold on then sweetheart, it will all be over in a jiffy."
   With intense pleasure she swabbed the lower area of his right buttock.
She had chosen the lower area so that she could plunge the needle upwards.
Andrea felt an intense and overwhelming rush of pleasure course through her
body as she plunged the needle into his flesh.  She had to draw in her
breath hard to her stop her head swimming as she pushed the needle in,
making sure that it was up to the hilt before she pressed the plunger as
firmly as she could.  She had not known what to expect, but was delighted
when the boy reared up, his body upright and his back arched as he gasped
in shock and pain.
   "Oooooohhhh....  Arrrggggghhhh... missssss." He hissed in his anguish as
Andrea callously emptied the contents of the syringe into the soft flesh of
his bottom.  "There we are Peter, all done." ... She patted his bottom to
amplify her words.  "Now just bend over again so that I can rub your bottom
to better distribute the contents of the syringe." Deliberately she pushed
him back down over the desk and placed her hand on the quivering flesh of
his bottom, kneading the firm but pliable muscle of his buttocks as the boy
winced and shivered in pain.
   "There we are it is all over.  Now Mummy would like a word with you and
then I will see you in the television room." She patted his bottom and
reached around him and helped him to stand upright.  To His embarrassment,
she reached around his body and fastened the tie-cords of his gown, her
hands fumbling around his groin.  She placed his hands to his sides as she
whispered to him.  "Now Peter stand up straight and face the desk, Mummy is
going to have a little talk with you before you come back through...." She
lowered her voice placing her lips to his ear..." then sweetheart I have
something to tell you... something... which I think you might like."
   Cynthia Mountford had kept the boy standing as she took her seat behind
the desk.  She waited until Sheila had pulled up another chair to sit
beside her, before she looked up and addressed the boy.
   "Well Peter, you appear to be in good health.  I shall have the results
of your blood and urine samples back tomorrow and if they are both within
normal range then we can assume that you are a very healthy young man." She
looked at his still blushing countenance as she continued.  "However, we
have identified a problem which needs rectifying.  That is that your
testicles are very swollen for a boy of your age and that your prostate
gland is also swollen.  Now don't be alarmed it is not enlarged or
hardened... it is just swollen.  Both these problems are due to a build-up
of seminal fluid.  It is entirely due to your age and probably late
puberty. Do you understand what I am saying Peter?"
   Peter was beginning to blush as she asked him the question.  He managed
to stammer an affirmative reply before she continued.  "Because you are of
a young age I am proposing to administer some therapy which, although
possibly embarrassing for you is entirely necessary.  I want you to agree
to my treatment and follow my recommendations and instructions.  Now Peter
are you willing to do this?" Peter blushed once more and looked at her, his
bottom lip trembling as he spoke.  "Erm... er..  what are you going to
er... do er Misss?" Cynthia smiled at him and spoke reassuringly.
   "Now Peter we are both trained nurse practitioners.  I could not
possibly allow you to stay here with us knowing that you have a problem. 
Don't you think that your treatment is best left to us and that we would
give you the best therapy possible?" Peter looked rather nonplussed.  "Oh I
am sorry miss... er Mrs Mountford... er I just wondered what you were going
to do."
   Cynthia ignored his obvious question and again had the boy agreeing to
something, that in actuality, he had not agreed to.
   "Now you have just been examined in a thoroughly professional way and
you may have found it a little embarrassing, but we have not caused you any
discomfort... and I think we have treated you very gently, wouldn't you
say?"
   Peter blushed and lowered his head.  He mumbled his reply in utter shame
at her words.  "Er yes Miss."
   "Well then Peter, what would you say to your behaviour... no, let me
tell you and see if you agree.  You were sluggish and tardy when asked to
do something.  You protested at the most common of procedures... in fact
you were really quite rude and un-cooperative... would that be a fairly
succinct summary of your behaviour?'"
   Peter blushed profusely and hung his head in shame.  The beauty and
delicacy of the two young women who sat before him increased his shame. 
Their criticism, when summed up as it just had been, made him feel awkward
and gauche.  He hung his head even lower.  He felt his cheeks burning with
embarrassment as his body began to tremble.  He could not bring himself to
speak, such was his absolute and abject humiliation.
   "I can see from you from your expression that, on reflection, you agree
with my summing up... is that so?  Please raise your head young man and
look at me when I am speaking to you." He blushed again, his cheeks
absolutely on fire as he reluctantly raised his head to look at the
beautiful young woman.  Finally he managed to speak.  "I am so sorry Mrs.
Mountford." Cynthia looked at him almost sympathetically as she watched a
tear roll down his blushing cheek.
   She held his gaze as she continued.  "Well Peter, as you know, your
mother has given me permission to look after your physical needs while you
are here staying with us.  I understand that she is leaving in the morning
to visit your aunt.  Now I am sure that she would not want to receive a
telephone call, telling her of your behaviour." Peter began to tremble. 
Cynthia could clearly see his bottom begin to tremble as she looked at him.
In that case Peter, will you agree to alter your attitude and to accept my
authority while you are in my house... or do you want me to call your
mother?"
   Peter trembling and the words gushed from his mouth.  "Oh nooo... er
please Miss... oh please.  I really am soo sorry and I j'just... erm
felt... erm... embarrassed.  Please Mrs Mountford," he looked across to
Sheila... "and erm nurse, I promise I will do as you say and erm accept my
treatment." He began to cry, tears rolling down both cheeks as he pleaded
with them.  "Truly... I am so sorry."
   Cynthia looked at him, she knew that Sheila was watching her as she
delivered the next sentence.  "I presume then Peter that you agree to my
terms and will be less recalcitrant in future.  Is that correct?"
   Peter looked at them through his tears.  "Oh yes Miss ,,,and er nurse.
Please don't call my mother." He sobbed the last few words as he stood
trembling before them.
   "Well that is settled then... we will commence your treatment as soon as
I have your other results.  I would hate to think that we could not look
after, or not provide the best treatment for a guest in our own house.  Now
Peter... look at me and listen and then answer my questions.  I punished
you the other night, because you were thoughtless in bringing my daughter
home late.  Now would you ever bring my daughter home late again?"
   Peter was blushing to a bright crimson as looked at Mrs.  Mountford's
beautiful face.  He dare not look away as he stood like a chastened
schoolboy in front of his headmistress.  "Oh please Miss... I would never
do it again... I am so sorry for it." Mrs Mountford smiled at him in a
kindly way.  "I believe that is true Peter... and I believe the reason you
would not behave in such a way again is because you remember, probably all
to clearly, that I punished you for it.  Am I correct?" Peter dropped his
head in shame... and then remembering her instruction, reluctantly raised
his head and met her gaze.
   "Yes Miss..."
   "Well done Peter, you are beginning to learn.  Now for your behaviour
today, I am not going to spank you with the hairbrush... but I do want you
to remember my words.  So I have decided," ...she paused for effect,
looking the young boy straight in the eye before continuing, "...to have my
sister, that is nurse Sheila, to take you over her knees and give your bare
bottom a thorough hand-spanking.
   "Oh pleeeeese Missss...oh pleeease nooo." The words had escaped from his
lips before he had had time to think... such was the shock of her
pronouncement.  He trembled as Mrs Mountford merely raised her hand to
silence him.  "One more word Peter and it will be the hairbrush."
   He stood trembling, his face one almighty flush of crimson as he looked
at her in utter shame and confusion.
   He could not move for embarrassment as the slender young nurse got up
from her hard-backed chair and carried it around the desk, placing it in
the middle of the floor.  He turned his head around and watched her, his
whole psyche smothered by trepidation and anguish as she sat-down on the
chair.
   Sheila's physical beauty was not overt, or as beauty is often described
of film stars or glamour girls, but finely honed and classical.  Her face
was neatly featured, her mouth small and her lips pretty beyond the
ordinary.  High cheekbones and beautiful intelligent eyes, framed by thin
wire-framed spectacles, gave her a studious demeanour... and yet there was
something extraordinarily angelic and innocent about her face that
justified her actions, somehow making them valued and humanitarian.
   Her body was slender, her waist narrow and unusually slim, not just from
side to side, but also from front to back.  When viewed from the side her
waist tapered upwards to her rib cage which seemed the most slender of
supports for the fullness of her exquisitely shaped breasts.  Her physical
appearance allied to her authoritarian manner had Peter completely under
her thrall.
   Her voice was soft and low as she spoke to him.  "Come and stand in
front of me Peter, with you hands placed at your sides." She looked at him
steadily as he turned around and approached her.  She could see his body
begin to tremble even more violently as he neared her seated position. 
"Right young man, come closer." She reached forward and took hold of the
belt of the dressing gown and drew him towards her.  She looked up into his
face and spoke sternly.  "Now young man, you will follow my instructions to
the letter, do you understand me?"
   Although Peter could hardly focus, such was his utter embarrassment, he
managed to find his voice.
   "Y'yes nurse." He muttered weakly.
   "Good boy... now it will all be over soon, so take your punishment
bravely."
   Peter could not help looking at her legs as the nurse quickly undid the
three bottom buttons of her tunic, baring most of her thighs.  She
delighted in his blush as her fingers undid the bow of his gown.  He
shivered as she parted the white towelling baring the front of his body to
her view.  She was delighted in his nervousness, involuntarily punctuated
by his sharp intake of breath as she placed her hands delicately upon his
naked hips.
   "Take your gown off Peter."
   He did not have to comply as Mrs.  Mountford moved behind him and
quickly pulled the gown from his shoulders and slipped it down his arms. 
She took the gown and stood back as Sheila manoeuvred the boy around to her
side, his shins pressing against her thighs.  Sheila heard his second sharp
intake of breath as she nonchalantly encircled his penis and testicles with
the forefinger and thumb of her left hand.  "Now Peter we must be very
careful with your testes, they are still very swollen and may be rather
tender."
   Grasping his genitals firmly, she pulled him so close to her that he
stretched out his arms as he began to lose balance.  Placing her right arm
around his hips, she tipped him over her knees.  The boy gasped in utter
embarrassment as she squeezed his penis firmly between her fingers before
extricating her hand and trapping his hanging genitals between her thighs.
As Peter tipped forward he reached out for the floor, placing both palms
flat down against the black and white tiled surface.
   For the first time, Sheila was able to look at her sister without being
observed.  She smiled in triumph as she placed the cool palm of her hand
over the boy's buttocks as Cynthia pulled up a chair behind his legs. 
Peter gazed at the linoleum tiles in shock, his head pounding with
humiliation.  He shivered as he felt the cool hand of the nurse being
placed symbolically upon his buttocks.  It seemed, to Peter, to accent his
vulnerability and his utter degradation... and to herald what was to come!
He was acutely aware of the soft skin of her thighs pressing hard against
his penis and testicles.  He shivered in embarrassment and trepidation!
   Suddenly he felt his legs being lifted and spread widely apart.  He
blushed in shame as he tried to turn his head to look backwards.  Cynthia
Mountford was not content to simply hold his legs apart.  Instead she
pushed his ankles forward, making him spread his knees wide, until his feet
were placed together on her lap.  She held him in this position with her
hands supporting his legs around the calves.  His final position bared
every aspect of his entire lower half to their view.  His bottom cheeks
were spread widely apart and Cynthia could see his perineum and the apex of
the skin of his scrotum as it disappeared between Sheila's shapely thighs.
   Sheila spoke almost primly as she raised her right hand.  "I hate to
have to do this to you Peter, but it is my duty to make sure that you are
properly punished." Sheila did not have to hold the boy by the waist as he
was already well confined to his ignominious position by Cynthia. 
Deliciously she placed her left hand inside the cleft of his buttocks and
pulled the quivering flesh towards her.  She heard him gasp at the intimacy
of her touch.
   Smack..smack... smack... smack... smack... Sheila began a brisk rate of
spanks.  Not to his bottom as Peter might have expected, but to the inner
part of his thighs and their juncture with his buttocks.  Sheila knew that
this would embarrass the boy even more than a mere spanking to his bottom
cheeks.
   She squeezed her legs together in delight as she saw his pale flesh
jiggle as she proceeded to spank him diligently.  Although she was only
using her hand, the rate of spanks came so quickly, one after the other,
that Peter felt his flesh begin to smart.  The sensation seemed to amplify
the ignominy of his position.  He gasped in torment as she increased the
rate again.  It was perhaps Cynthia Mountford that instigated his feeling
of helplessness and utter shame as she moved his knees even further apart,
allowing Sheila to smack the unprotected inner rise of his buttocks.
   Unbelievably to Peter, his hand spanking became a torment, far more
severe, and far more humiliating than he had expected.  Where he had
thought initially, that the pain would be bearable, he suddenly realised
that the crease of his buttocks and the tender flesh of his inner thighs
was really hurting.  The prolonged and intense spanking soon gave him real
cause for concern.  But this was not Peter's only worry, he could not
contain the sensual result of his penis rubbing against the inner flesh of
the young nurse's thighs.  Sheila was well aware of what she was doing to
the boy.  She deliberately squeezed her thighs together and moved them
cleverly over the boy's captive penis.  She concentrated her spanking to
the middle of his buttocks, causing him to involuntarily move and jiggle
about.  She sensuously stimulated his genitals; sometimes barely touching
the flesh and other times squeezing her legs together firmly as she
cleverly brought him to a state of sexual arousal.
   It delighted both Cynthia and Sheila that the pain of his spanking,
rather than subdue his erection, seemed to inflame his sexual arousal. 
They had discussed the boy's psyche at length with Andrea, after Peter's
first spanking - and Cynthia had predicted that the boy could be easily
moulded to suit her daughter's sexual preference for her complete
domination of him.
   As the spanking continued, Peter felt himself losing the battle to
control the involuntary gyrations of his hips and thus the sensual stimulus
to his penis and testicles.  Her thighs moved incessantly against his
burgeoning penis, causing him to gasp and groan, as the head of his penis
seemed to become more and more sensitive.
   Even the severity of his spanking, or the ache and strain on the sinews
of his legs, did little to subtract from his deliberate sexual arousal at
the hands of the young nurse.  He felt utterly open and vulnerable as his
knees were kept widely spread by a firm pressure against his feet.
   Cynthia smiled to herself as she pushed forward again, until she was
sure that his legs were stretched apart to their widest extent.  She knew,
without any doubt, that his position, laid across her pretty sister's legs
with his legs so widely parted, would make him feel utterly vulnerable, in
fact, almost helplessly violated.
   Sheila spanked the inside of his thighs and his legs as if he were a
small boy.  Her words were designed to shame him just as much as his
spanking.
   His chastisement continued unabated.  "Do not attempt to clench your
buttocks Peter, I will not have you try and evade your due punishment. 
Naughty children must be punished... smack... smack... smack!!!  It is my
duty to make sure that you learn your lesson.  Please keep still or I will
have to prolong your spanking.  Now be a good little boy and relax your
buttocks so that I can administer your punishment to best effect.  You must
be made to realise Peter, that this is entirely for your own good."
   The spanking seemed to continue forever.  Peter could not contain his
tears or his sexual arousal.  He felt utterly humiliated and bereft of any
self-esteem by the time Sheila spoke to him.  "Now Peter, I am going to
complete your spanking... I want you to tell me why you have been spanked.
Come along I want to hear what you have to say." Peter sobbed; he watched
his tears fall to the floor, forming a small rivulet, only inches away from
his head as felt Sheila ceased her spanking and nonchalantly place her hand
inside the cleft of his widely-spread buttocks.  "Come along now Peter
answer my question.  "The boy struggled to contain his emotions as the
tears flowed onto the floor beneath his head.  "Oh please miss... I am
sorry er... miss.  I don't know what to say.
   Sheila lifted hand and smacked him across both cheeks of his bottom. 
"Well you have been a naughty and a silly little boy... and you have been
spanked for your naughtiness." Now come along... tell me why you have been
spanked." Peter blushed in shame as he felt Mrs.  Mountford release his
legs, letting his feet down to the floor.  At the same time he felt the
nurse's hand reach beneath his buttocks and grasp his penis and testicles.
"Come along Peter I am waiting for a reply."
   Peter blushed profusely as he felt compelled to utter his shameful
words.
   "I have been naughty er miss."
   "That won't do at all Peter.  You have been a naughty and a silly little
boy and you have had your bottom spanked because of your naughty behaviour.
Now tell me Peter, Why have you been spanked?"
   Peter blushed again as he spoke again.  "I have been a naughty and silly
little boy" ...he sobbed as he continued.  "Erm ...and I have had my bottom
spanked for my naughtiness." Sheila looked across at Cynthia whom had gone
to sit behind the desk.  They both smiled at each other as Peter spoke his
shaming words.
   "Now Peter do you promise that you will be good and behave yourself
properly when you have to be examined again."
   Peter sobbed as he tried to raise his head.  "Oh yess miss... I
promise."
   Sheila smiled at Cynthia again, watching as Cynthia picked up the phone.
She felt the boy shiver with shame as Cynthia spoke quickly and concisely.
"Yes Kate, would you come and fetch Peter and take him to see Andrea in her
sitting room.  Yes straight away if you please."
   Sheila placed her left hand firmly around the boy's waist as she slipped
other hand further underneath the boy and took a firm grip of his penis. 
She could feel the engorged flesh throb as she gently retracted his
foreskin until the flesh was stretched tight.  She moved the swollen shaft
gently, feeling the tip of rub against the flesh of her inner thigh.  She
heard the boy gasp as she deliberately stimulated him.  She knew how
sensitive the tip would feel as she repeated the procedure several times,
making him gasp and sob with anguish.
   His anguish suddenly turned to a feeling of horror as he heard two sharp
knocks at the door and then the door immediately open.  He blushed
profusely upon hearing the sharp click of heels upon the floor and realised
that the maid must have entered the room.  He shivered with shame at the
thought of being seen, held naked over the nurse's knees... and now to his
abject horror... in full view of the young maid!  He shivered again in
humiliation as he heard her approach him.  With his head only inches from
the floor it was difficult for him to increase his field of vision.  In
desperation, he tried to look around.  To his utter dismay he could see her
high-heeled shoes and pretty ankles as she stood over him.
   Kate looked at the boy and realised exactly why Andrea had chosen him.
He was without doubt the most physically perfect boy she had ever seen. 
Even in his ignominious position, his body looked beautiful.  His narrow
waist, his long perfectly proportioned legs and beautiful bottom, made her
want to touch him.
   "Oh... er have you finished smacking his bottom Miss Sheila... or has he
got some more smacks to come?"
   Peter could hardly believe his ears... or the feeling to his bottom as
the young maid placed her hand across the flesh of his buttocks.
   "He seems very red and hot miss."
   Peter could not contain his feeling of humiliation and blushed to a deep
purple as the nurse answered her.
   "He has only been spanked with my hand Kate, but I am hoping that his
bare-bottomed spanking will remind him of his poor behaviour.  He has been
a very naughty little boy."
   Kate smiled at Sheila as she smoothed her hands over the young boy's
buttocks.  She could see that even the tips of his ears were bright red
with shame.  To Peter's utter amazement and pure embarrassment, he felt the
maid place her other hand on his buttocks and delicately insert her fingers
in-between the cheeks of his bottom.  Gently she prised them apart.  "Oh
miss, you have given him a thorough spanking... the inner part of his
bottom is nearly as red as his face, no wonder he is crying like a baby."
   Peter could hardly believe his ears or the utter shame of being touched
so nonchalantly, as he felt his bottom being stretched wide.  He felt
utterly humiliated and shamed to the very core of his being.  He could
hardly countenance his anguish, as the young maid leaned forward and
nonchalantly examined his upturned bottom.  `How could they allow such a
thing...' he thought.  His whole being in complete turmoil as he lay
shamefully across the young nurse's knee's.
   Although he could not stop sobbing with the indignity and shame of his
chastisement... neither could he control his penis.  He could feel a
constant throbbing in his groin as the nurse sensuously and subtly moved
the soft flesh of her thighs against his erect organ.
   "Well Kate if you will help me get him upright, you can take him into
see Andrea... he can do his corner time there." Peter blushed again and
protested, his voice surfacing through his sobs.  "Oh pleeease nooo, er
Miss... erm nurse... oh please not in front of Andrea."
   "Don't be silly child." Sheila spoke as if should be no concern to him
at all.  "Of course you will have to reflect upon your punishment.  Andrea
already knows full well that you would be having your little bottom
spanked, she knows that we do not tolerate naughtiness in this family.  Now
come along, let's get you up off of my knees and Kate will take you
through." She looked up at the maid and smiled at her.  "Will you tell
Andrea to make sure that he spends fifteen minutes in the corner with his
naughty bottom bared."
   Peter began to shiver with humiliation.  "Oh please no nurse... I
promise I will do anything rather than that.  Oh please miss... miss...
anything."
   "I am sorry Peter, but I will not relent.  You will spend fifteen
minutes facing the corner with your bottom completely bared."
   She looked across at up at Kate.  "Now Kate, will you help me get him up
and then you can take him through." They helped the sobbing boy to his feet
and watched with amusement as he desperately clasped his hands to his erect
penis and pulled it towards his tummy.  His penis was so engorged and stiff
that he was hardly able to cover himself as he bent forward with his knees
together and his bottom thrust outwards in a vein attempt at modesty.
   He felt three sharp smacks to his bottom as Sheila stood completely
upright and spanked him hard across both cheeks.  "Come along Peter stand
up straight with your hands on your head.  You will either obey me
immediately, or I will ask Matron to spank you with the hairbrush.  It is
your choice, but I will not be kept waiting."
   Sheila knew she had won her battle when the boy exhaled a sigh of
complete and utter despair.  She stood quietly and watched as he slowly
uncovered himself, allowing his erect penis to spring forward as he placed
his hands upon his head.  His face was flushed to a deep crimson and she
could see his chest heave with hyperventilation as he stood up straight and
looked anxiously towards the young maid to see if she was watching.
   To his abject horror he saw that the maid was looking straight down at
his erect penis.  She did not seem at all concerned with his embarrassment
as she spoke across him to the nurse.
   "His penis seems ...erm...very stiff, Miss Sheila and his testicles seem
very swollen for such a young boy."
   Peter blushed to an even deeper crimson as the young maid nonchalantly
mentioned his erection.  She was talking to the nurse as if he was merely
there as an object, rather than a person.  His embarrassment was made all
the more poignant by her youthfulness and the fact that she was extremely
pretty.  Her short black dress and tiny apron showed most of her long and
slender legs and she seemed completely unaware of the brevity of her
costume as she bent forward, showing most of her firm breasts as she leaned
forward to look at his genitals.
   "I know." Said Sheila.  "Young boys can be particularly sensitive.  But
in Peter's case, he is producing rather more semen than is usual.  I am
particularly worried that he might be tempted to masturbate, which can
cause all sorts of problems for younger teenagers.  I am very much against
young boys playing with their own penises.  Therefore I am therefore going
to institute a regime for him, while he is here with us, to ensure that his
testicles are thoroughly and regularly discharged." She paused again,
admiring the deep flush of redness that had again suffused the boy's cheeks
as she spoke her shaming words.
   She completely ignored his gasps of protest as she continued.  "I would
like you look for signs of any self abuse while he is with us, as children
must be well managed in that department.  Now if you would like to fetch me
the dressing gown and dress him in it." She paused... "Oh and take a safety
pin from the trolley over there and pin it up at the back for me, you can
carry his clothes with you and deal with his laundry in the usual way.
   Peter shivered and shook in utter humiliation as the maid casually took
his arms and slipped them through the arms of the gown before closing the
dressing gown around his body.  He could not contain his emotions, tears of
shame ran down his cheeks as she casually tied the cords and then, quite
nonchalantly, took hold of his penis and moved it sideways, hiding it
behind the folds of the gown.  She spoke to him softly.  "Now Peter, stand
up straight and put your hands on your head so that I can see where to
place the safety pin." As he obeyed her, Kate, quite brazenly lifted the
back of the robe and bared his bottom.  Quite deliberately she pinned it up
higher than need be, so that his bottom was clearly bared right up to the
small of his back.
   She turned her head towards the nurse.  "There Miss Sheila, I think that
his little red bottom will be quite visible when he stands in the corner."
Sheila could not help smiling mischievously at Kate as she stepped back to
see the boy's reddened bottom bared to her view.  If a boy could be
compromised in a more revealing way, then she did not know of it.  Kate had
secured the back of the gown so high that the gown acted more like an
apron. Not only revealing his reddened bottom, but also his hips.
   The journey along the corridor from the surgery was an absolute
nightmare for the young boy.  For as soon as she had closed the surgery
door, the young maid bade him stop by one of the small side-tables that
uniformly graced the modern corridor on both sides.  She moved around to
face him, her arms holding his clothes with his shoes placed on top.  She
stooped and placed them on the surface of the table and moved closer to
him, placing the cool palms of her hands on either side of his burning
cheeks.
   "Now Peter, I know that you find this all a bit embarrassing.  But it is
far better than being disobedient again.  Both, Madam... and Miss Sheila
can be very kind and caring... but you have to be obedient.  Do you
understand me?"
   Peter could hardly speak, such was his abject embarrassment.  His lips
were trembling and tears flowed freely down his reddened cheeks as he
stammered his reply.  "Oh miss I will try to be good... oh I really don't
want Andrea to see me like this."
   Kate looked into his eyes; her expression was sympathetic as she
caressed his cheeks.  "I know Peter, but that is part of your punishment.
If you did not remember your punishments, you might decide to be naughty
again... and then your punishments would not have been effective... would
they?  I know that Madam would not hesitate to smack you with the hairbrush
again.  I heard your punishment the other night after you brought Andrea
back from the Prom.  I heard every stroke quite clearly... and I heard you
crying out and sobbing.  So I know that you have already been soundly
spanked.  Now you wouldn't want that to have to happen again... now would
you?"
   Peter blushed again as he realised that the young girl knew all about
his shameful spanking.  He shivered as he looked into her pretty brown
eyes. "Oh no Miss, I wouldn't want that again."
   "Well then Peter, will you promise me that there will be no fuss when I
take you into Andrea's sitting room.  I know that she really cares for
you... and you would only make it difficult for her if she had to report
your disobedience to her mother."
   The young maid looked deep into his eyes, her pretty features portraying
a look of concern.  Peter felt hugely embarrassed at her close proximity.
Her breasts were almost touching his chest as she held his face so that he
was made to look into her eyes.
   "Now Peter, do you promise to obey me?  Make sure you are truthful... or
I will make you bend over here and now and spank you myself."
   Kate watched his face suddenly colour up to its previous deep crimson.
She knew that her words had shamed him and yet she felt a sudden delight in
having this perfect specimen of a young boy under her authority.  Of course
she had been always been made well aware of Andrea's plans for the young
boy, but had not realised until now, how enjoyable her own part would be.
She decided to prolong his acute embarrassment as much as she could,
knowing that when he reached Andrea's own personal sitting room that he
would absolutely die of shame.
   Peter felt absolutely embarrassed as he stood facing the girl.  He was
acutely aware of his predicament as the cooler air of the corridor reminded
him of his shamefully bared bottom.  He felt utterly ridiculous, knowing
that the hem of his dressing gown was pinned up over his back.  He felt
absolutely stupid and humiliated.
   Kate looked him straight in the eyes.  "Well Peter do you promise to
obey me?" She held his head steadily in the palms of her hands, watching
him blush and tremble as she waited for his answer.
   "Oh yes Miss, I will... erm I promise... oh I couldn't stand the
hairbrush again."
   "Well sweetheart, let me dry your tears and then I am going to test your
obedience." She watched his anxious expression as she took her hands from
his cheeks and reached into the pocket of her apron for a tissue.  She saw
him shiver with the aftermath of his tears as she gently wiped his blushing
cheeks.  She stood back and placed the tissue back into her apron pocket.
   She looked at him seriously.  "Now for your obedience test Peter." She
held his gaze as she spoke softly to him.  "I want you to stand with your
legs spread apart and then bend over and touch your toes." She saw his
horrified expression but raised her hand before he could protest.  "Then I
want you to ask me to smack you bottom to remind you to behave yourself."
She paused once more, still with her hand raised to stop any protestation.
   "Now in view of your promise... please do as I have instructed you." She
heard his sigh of anguish, as he looked at her in utter embarrassment.  She
waited silently as he hesitated - and then to her delight placed his legs
apart.  He looked at her anxiously and helplessly for one last time, before
he lowered his head and bent forward, grunting as he stretched his fingers
out towards his bare feet.
   Kate looked over him as his bared bottom came into view.  The dressing
gown, with its large safety pin prominently displayed, slid towards his
shoulders as he managed to touch his toes with each hand.  With a feeling
of utter delight she moved around to stand close behind him.  With an
almost guilty feeling, she placed her left hand on his bared hip and
reaching around him, cupped his testicles between her cool fingers.
   Peter felt almost faint with his embarrassment as he felt her delicate
fingers slip around his hip and over his freshly shaven pubic area.  As her
fingers encased his scrotum he gasped with dismay.  Somehow it seemed a
total manifestation of her control over him.  In fact, it was the most
significant of all gestures as she held his vulnerable masculinity within
her fingers.
   She delighted in his loud gasp as she encased his swollen orbs in her
slender hand.  She moved her fingers, gently rocking the testes to and fro
within their scrotal sac.  It was a poignant moment, a tremendous thrill,
as she realised that the boy was entirely subject to her will.  She
listened to his erratic breathing, stealing himself perhaps, for what must
surely come next.  With a deliberately and sensual movement of her hand she
smoothed her fingers upwards and delicately took hold of his penis.  She
was delighted that he was still completely erect.  She felt the still-rigid
flesh pulse uncontrollably between her fingers.  Callously, she stretched
the foreskin back, hearing him gasp in distress as she bared the glans
penis.
   "Now Peter... I want you to ask me to smack your bottom... so that you
are reminded to obey my instructions."
   The boy sighed in absolute misery.  His voice was trembling as she heard
him recite the embarrassing words.  "Oh... er pleeease erm miss... please
smack my bottom... erm to remind me... erm to be good."
   His reluctant gasp was perhaps one of complete surrender as she squeezed
his penis firmly and laid her right hand delicately upon his bared bottom.
Almost dizzy with delight she raised her hand and, savouring the moment,
brought it down as hard as she could upon his bared and quaking flesh.
   "Smackkk smackkk smackkkkk." She spanked him three times in quick
succession.  The force of her smacks actually surprising her, as she
quickly realised that palm of her hand was stinging painfully.  She looked
down at the imprint of her hand upon his upturned bottom cheeks, and could
not resist the overwhelming impulse to smack them again.
   "Just a few more smacks Peter, so that you can remind yourself to obey
my instructions.  Remember, if Madam has to spank you, it will be very,
very painful.  Do you understand me?" He gasped as she stretched his
foreskin back tightly and raised her right hand again.  "Smackkkk...
smackkkk... smackkkkkkk... smackkkkkk."
   Kate ignored the acute sting in her right hand as she raised it for the
last time.  "SmaccccckkkKKK." She watched the flesh of his bottom cheeks
jiggle, as she smacked him as hard as she could.  She squeezed his penis
firmly and felt it throb intensely in response to her ministrations.  She
took her hand away immediately.  She did not want the boy to realise her
prurient interest in his young body.  Certainly not just yet!
   "Now stand up straight and place both hands upon your head.  I want you
to walk in front of me; your hands are to remain on your head.  I will
instruct you where to go.  Now stand up straight and let me have a look at
you before you move."
   She moved around to the front of him and looked down at his midriff. 
There was a distinct bulge in the material where his penis poked rigidly
against the front of his dressing gown.  She smiled at him as she caught
him looking at her face.  She knew that he had realised how ridiculous he
must look.
   Suddenly she felt a wave of pity for him, knowing that the reason for
his present predicament - and everything else that had happened to him over
the past days - was as a result of his physical perfection.  Kate quite
understood Andrea's preoccupation with the young boy.  She herself had not
been able to resist touching him - and now she fully understood exactly
what Andrea had seen in the young teenager.
   She picked up his clothes and stood to the side to let him pass.  Her
instincts told her just how embarrassed he must feel at being made to walk
in front of her while she viewed his bared bottom.  Well, she thought, it
will be nothing to the shock he gets when he enters the sitting room.  Kate
did not intend to deny herself the enjoyment of witnessing the boy's
impending embarrassments... or, for that matter, her involvement in them.
   "Right off you go Peter!"
   She walked behind the boy, instructing him where to turn as they walked,
in single file, through the large modern house.  She took the opportunity
to lay his clothes down upon the last table in the corridor before entering
the room where she knew Andrea would be waiting for him.  She wanted her
hands free in case the boy became difficult, which she had thought, that in
all probability, he would.
   Peter's shock as he entered Andrea's own private sitting room was
exactly as Kate had predicted.  Upon entering the room, he immediately saw
not just Andrea, but Antonia sitting on one of the easy chairs facing
Andrea.  He felt utterly stupid and gauche as he stood rigidly, as if
petrified.
   Andrea had changed from her nursing uniform and was wearing a short
loose fitting skirt of navy-blue.  Her legs were encased in sheer nylon
stockings and she was wearing very slender high-heeled shoes.  Her blouse
was a pale-grey silk, which clung to her body, showing off the beautiful
form and firmness of her young breasts.  She was beautifully made-up, her
pretty lips painted a soft pink and her eyes with the merest touch of eye
shadow and mascara.  Her ash-blonde hair shone with health and was tied
back into a chignon above the nape of her slender neck.  Her appearance had
been carefully thought-out and was deliberately designed to heighten the
disparity between herself and the young boy.  Here she sat, comfortably at
ease and serene, while coolly observing Peter's blushing and trembling
form... his dressing gown pinned high at the back revealing his naked
buttocks that had just been soundly spanked.
   Antonia, who was always fashionably dressed, was wearing a slim plain
black dress that hugged her body perfectly.  Her delicate features were
accented with bright red lipstick and a deep dusky-brown eye shadow.  Such
was the complete and utter perfection of her appearance that Kate could
hardly take her eyes off Andrea's friend.  She looked so impeccably
groomed, and imperturbable that the boy immediately froze.  Her beauty and
air of sophistication seemed so at odds with the trauma of embarrassment
that hung like a cloud around the young boy, that it seemed as if Peter
might faint there and then.
   Both Andrea and Antonia looked up at the boy at the same time.  He
looked so startled, that it seemed for a moment as if he might try to flee
from the room.  His face flushed immediately and he began to tremble.  Kate
had predicted his possible reaction - and quickly took a step forward. 
Without preamble she slipped her hand around his hip and cupped his bulging
scrotum, gently but firmly, she encased his swollen testicles in her hand.
At the same time she smacked his bottom three times in quick succession,
rudely waking him from his stupor.
   "SmackkKK... SmackkKK... Smackkk." She spoke sternly as she held his
genitals captive.
   "Now Peter, we will have no nonsense.  I want you facing the corner with
your hands firmly placed upon your head.  If you do not obey me I will
fetch Mrs.  Mountford.  I can guarantee, that she will have you over her
knees, and crying like a baby, with your bottom bared in front of everyone
in no time at all!" She held him firmly.
   "Now are you going to do as you are told - or is it going to have to be
the hairbrush upon your bared bottom?  Remember, you will have all of this
to go through again, but next time, we will all be looking at the imprint
of a hairbrush upon your bare bottom." She did not wait for a reply as the
boy gasped and trembled under her touch.
   Peter could feel a ringing in his ears and could hardly see through the
tears that welled up in his eyes.  He had been dreading the moment when
Andrea would see him with his dressing gown pinned up and his bottom bared
to her view.  But he had not anticipated, even in his worst imaginings,
that Antonia would be present too!
   "Oh please Miss."
   He really did not know what to say, or what to do; he felt the young
maid's slender hand gently squeeze his testicles and lead him forward into
the corner of the room.  He stood shaking as she released her grip on his
genitals and put her hands on his shoulders.  "Now come along straighten
yourself up.  Now I want you standing with your legs spread well apart. 
Come along now."
   She bent down on to one knee and placed her hands gently on the inside
of his thighs.  "Come along Peter, we will not start your fifteen minutes
of corner-time until you are properly in position."
   Reluctantly, with his body visibly trembling, he shuffled his feet
apart. Each time he moved his feet, the young maid prompted him by gently
slapping the inner flesh of his thighs until she was satisfied that his
legs were widely splayed.  She could see his testicles quite clearly from
her position and knew that the only reason that his penis was hidden from
her view was because it was erect and pointing forward.
   Peter was acutely aware of Andrea's and Antonia's presence as the young
maid made him adopt his humiliating position.  Eventually, Kate seemed
satisfied with his stance.  She left him with his legs spread widely apart
and his back arched, his hands shamefully placed upon the top of his head.
   His bottom was completely bared to the small of his back and both Andrea
and Antonia could see the redness of his bottom as they watched him from
the comfort of their loungers.  They watched as Kate moved back and stood
by the door.  The boy's body occasionally shivered and shuddered as he
tried to deal with his shame.  He seemed to have lost all control over his
emotions; he would gasp in shame and then suddenly sob audibly, sometimes
shivering so violently that his head would jerk under his hands.
   Yet another gasp escaped from his lips when Andrea spoke to him for the
first time.  His only consolation perhaps was that his face was hidden from
her view.
   "Well Peter, you may say `Hello' to Antonia - and then you will have to
spend the next fifteen minutes in the corner while you reflect upon your
naughty behaviour."
   Peter felt absolutely shamed as Andrea spoke to him.  He felt utterly
foolish and awkward.  How on earth was he to greet Antonia?  Even in
school, he had always avoided her gaze whenever they would inadvertently
meet.  Her beauty... and that of Andrea's had so overwhelmed him that he
would shyly keep well out of their way.  Before his ignominious date with
Andrea, he would never have dreamed of ever having the nerve to talk to
either of them.
   He found the beauty of both Andrea and Antonia completely intimidating.
He had never considered for a moment, that his own physical appearance
might be special in any way - and he had really never thought that any girl
would have found him attractive.  Peter was not the sort of boy who would
admire himself in the mirror or take special care of the style of his hair
or his grooming, other than to be scrupulously clean and smartly turned out
for school as his mother had always taught him, he had really never
considered his appearance.
   He was, like most of the boys at the school, totally in awe of the
beauty of the two girls.  He had never mentioned his fascination with
Andrea to anyone, and had on many occasions, blushed to himself when he had
realised that he had been staring at her.  Often he would shiver at thought
of her catching him looking at her, even though he would always keep a good
distance away.  Most times he would make sure that he avoided being in
their proximity at all, such was the effect the girls had on him.
   But now... to be in the same room with them... his bared bottom on
display to both of them... this was more than his young psyche could cope
with.
   It was Antonia's voice that broke the silence.  Her soft, well-modulated
tone had Peter blushing immediately.  "Don't worry Andrea, the boy is
obviously very embarrassed... and I am sure that he did not expect to be
showing his naughty bared bottom to me this evening.  My it looks very
red... nearly as red as his face.  Perhaps you ought to take his dressing
gown off, he looks very hot and bothered.
   Andrea looked at Peter, seeing him shiver upon hearing Antonia's
embarrassing observation.  She also made sure that he could not see her,
before she gave Antonia a mischievous smile.
   Her reply was intended entirely for Peter's ears.  "No Antonia, he will
have to keep it on... and I am afraid... with it pinned up to reveal his
naughty little bottom.  Mother thinks that it is far more shaming to stand
like that while doing `corner-time'... after all it is part of the
punishment."
   Andrea stood up and walked over to the trembling boy, hearing him gasp
as he realised that she was approaching him.  Deliberately she placed the
cool palm of her hand, not upon his buttocks, but upon the small of his
back.  She did not intend to deny herself the pleasure of touching his
buttocks, but she knew that her gentle touch would make him realise, just
quite how much of his body had been bared to their view.  She felt the boy
shiver as her fingers slowly moved down to the cheeks of his bottom.  She
heard him gasp in anguish as she smoothed her hands over his naked
buttocks. She could feel him tremble as she leaned against him, placing her
cheek next to his.  "Now Peter, be a good little boy and stand there
quietly for fifteen minutes." She heard him sob in shame and felt a shudder
run through his body as she smoothed her hand over the cheeks of his
bottom. To add to his shame she deliberately patted both of his reddened
cheeks with the flattened palm of her hand.
   "Your bottom is very warm Peter, if you are a good boy I may put some
cream on you later... would you like that Peter mm... some nice cooling
cream?
   The boy stammered in utter shame.  "Erm... noooo erm Miss, I will be
alright... erm pleeease Miss." Even if Peter had been in agony, he would
have refused the cream!  He remembered all to vividly the recent shame of
being made to lay across her knees, totally naked, while she applied lotion
to his bottom.  The burning recollection of his utter humiliation at
standing in front of her, with his penis erect and his hands upon his head,
was still indelibly imprinted on his young mind.
   Andrea smiled at Antonia as she took her hands away from the boy and
returned to her seat.  "Alright Peter, just stay where you are and stand
quietly now."
   She turned to Antonia and began a conversation as if the boy had been
completely dismissed from her thoughts.
   
  
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