Peter At Sea
By Jane Marwood
janemarwood@hotmail.com
copyright by Jane Marwood, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit
depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not
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Peter At Sea
A warm breeze blew in from the sea as Peter walked along the
cobbled harbour causeway. The threadbare soles of his white
yacht shoes did little to cushion the rough surface.
He had walked over twenty miles since leaving the small
pension where, for a few francs he had stayed the night. He
reached into the pocket of his white trousers, which were
already grubby and dusty from his journey, finding the piece
of newspaper, which carried the advertisement.
"Wanted Cabin boy" fit and able. Motor Vessel 'Sobsel'
requires young person for a variety of duties at sea. Cruising
June to January, applicants must be smart, energetic and be
prepared to take on a variety of sea-going duties.
Apply Bo'sun, MV 'Sobsel' SW Harbour, Antibes.
Peter looked at the advertisement and returned it to his
trouser pocket, next to his passport.
He noticed that the larger vessels were moored further down
the causeway, around the curve of the harbour, their mooring
ropes pointing towards the smart cafe's and restaurants that
were the habitue of the very rich. He put his hand to his
forehead in a salute, shielding his eyes from the bright
sunlight, which reflected from the blue waters of the harbour.
He could see several large yachts and beyond them a series of
smart motor vessels. All of the motor vessels appeared to be
of the ocean going type, sleek and expensive with a plethora
of radar and communication devices bristling from the top of
their bridges and wheelhouses. Peter walked on, not really
knowing which type of vessel to look for. He strode quickly,
but it was another ten minutes before he was able to read the
names on the sides of the large motor vessels.
"Sobsel", the name was etched in chromium plate on the side of
the largest ship in the harbour. His heart sank as he realised
that his prospects of gaining employment aboard such a vessel
would be slim. He looked down at his dusty and dishevelled
white shirt and trousers, unconsciously excusing his own
appearance for the effort he had made in walking twenty miles.
The gangplank of the ship was finished in fine hardwood; it's
many coats of lacquer glistening in the bright sunlight. Peter
shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the two gendarmes,
who were leaning against the gangplank rails, they both looked
bored and irritated by the heat of the day. As he approached
they made a halfhearted attempt to stand to attention, moving
slowly they stood together barring his way to the ship.
The taller of the two looked him up and down and grunted
incoherently, lifting his chin in a questioning gesture.
Peter, without thinking, addressed them in English. "I have
come to see the bo'sun of this ship, er... about the job of
cabin boy."
Peter hoped that their English was good enough for them to
understand him. "Wait!" was the only reply he received. Peter
watched as the man walked slowly up the gangplank on to ship.
Peter eyed the other policeman who was now standing in the
centre of the gangplank, eyeing him warily. Peter shrugged and
stood back feigning disinterest.
Unknown to either of them was that their every movement was
being observed from the ship. "I think we might have found our
cabin boy". The dainty hand of the captain placed the
binoculars down on to the highly polished surface of her desk.
She looked across the wheelhouse to the bo'sun. "Miranda, why
don't you take a look?" Miranda laughed at her friend. "The
trouble with you my pretty little captain is that you are too
impatient. You've interviewed over twenty prospective cabin
boys already and you must admit none have come up to standard.
Mind you, this one does look scrummy."
Miranda raised her own glasses and looked in more detail at
the boy who was aimlessly pacing around the paved area at the
end of the gangplank. "I think you could be right, certainly
the physique looks good. Are you going to put him through the
interview process, then we could get a better look at him
through the closed circuit cameras."
The captain lifted up the phone and talked quickly for several
minutes. When she had finished she sat back in her chair and
opened the collar of her uniform. Miranda watched avidly as
the captain undid the rest of the buttons of her white tunic.
She ran her hand over her perfectly formed breasts, teasing
the nipples between her delicate fingers.
Abruptly she stood up and walked to the far end of the
wheelhouse, carelessly throwing her uniformed jacket on to the
desk. She reached up to one of the cupboards, which was set
into the wall. Her tanned torso revealed lithe muscles and
sinew beneath the smooth flesh as she stretched.
She slid open the door and took out a long leather strap. She
ran her hand down the full length of the heavy hide, grasping
the solid calf handle she wrapped her delicate fingers around
it, her bright red nails in stark contrast to the rugged dark
brown leather.
Miranda looked apprehensive as the beautiful young woman
turned towards her. She looked at the captain's magnificent
breasts, marvelling at their size and firmness. Miranda had
seen her friend naked many times and had had the pleasure of
being seduced by her and the pain of being punished by her but
she could not help feeling a thrill as she stood in awe of her
magnificent figure.
"You need not worry this time Miranda, I have a small
disciplinary measure to take care of, but it is not for you
this time so relax. Will you call the duty officers and tell
them to bring Gillian to me. I think she should be in the
galley preparing tea."
It was only a few moments after Miranda had picked up the
telephone that a tall girl entered the wheelhouse. She was
dressed, as were all the crew, in a white tunic top with a
short matching white skirt. Her tanned legs were bare, the
white deck shoes she was wearing made no sound as she entered
the room. "We have brought rating Gillian Saunders Ma'am, She
is waiting outside with duty officer Williams. Shall we bring
her in?"
The duty officer showed no surprise at seeing her captain
bared to the waist.
"Yes you know the routine. Strip her in here and then bring
her through to my office." The captain walked through the door
at the end of the room and entered her private office. The
room was magnificently furnished with a large ornate desk and
several leather chairs.
Pictures of various schooners were hung on the walls, along
with antique ship's clocks. Glass cabinets held various
historical brass sextants and navigational items. One cabinet
held an assortment of telescopes that had been lovingly
preserved.
In the centre of the room stood a low bench, the top covered
in matching leather to the chairs.
The captain watched as the naked girl was brought forcefully
into the room. The pretty duty officers held her firmly by
each arm as they sat her on the end of the bench. Quickly they
grasped her legs and bent them up and over her chest, raising
her bottom several inches off the end of the bench. They both
knelt at each side of the girl and held her legs firmly.
The captain moved forward and stood over the pretty young
girl. She noted that she had started to tremble, her pretty
face flushed and blushing as the duty officers spread her legs
wide apart. The plump flesh of her bottom was stretched tight,
revealing the neat pink rosebud of her anus.
"Gillian you have been a naughty girl and you know I have to
punish you." The captain leaned forward and stroked her
fingers gently down the inside of the girl's thigh. "Be a good
girl and take your punishment." She slid her hand over the
soft flesh of the girl's shaven pubis and parted the plump
lips with her delicate fingers. "Miranda would you come here?"
Miranda, who had been observing the procedure from the open
doorway, walked through and knelt down facing the girl's
upturned buttocks. She took the small tube of gel she was
carrying and, opening the top, smeared the lubricant over her
fingers.
As the captain took her hand away from the girl's pubis,
Miranda immediately placed one hand between the girl's bottom
cheeks and the other over her smooth pubic mound. Expertly she
parted the labia and slipped a finger into the moist orifice,
watching the knuckle disappear into the trembling girl's most
private part.
"You have been a silly girl haven't you Gillian." Miranda
spoke gently and lovingly as she moving her finger quickly in
and out of the blushing girl's vagina. "It won't be long now
and it will soon be over." She cooed as she deftly slipped a
second finger into the trembling girl.
With her other hand she gently stroked between the cheeks of
her bottom, locating the tight opening of her anus. "Let's
just pop a finger in here and open you up a bit." She murmured
as she probed the opening.
"There we are, that's a good girl. She felt the sphincter try
to contract as she pushed her lubricated finger straight up
into the tight orifice. Miranda expertly manipulated her
fingers inside the girl, occasionally running a fingernail
over the erect clitoris. She worked diligently for several
minutes until she felt the telltale signs of acute arousal.
The captain looked down at the trembling body of the young
girl, noting the anguished expression on her face as it became
suffused in a red blush. The girl's lips were parted and she
had begun to breathe heavily as Miranda quickened the pace of
her fingers.
"Three strokes, I think." Miranda took her cue and once more
speeded up the tempo of her fingers buried deep in the girl's
vagina, at the same time she pushed hard with her other hand
impaling the girl's bottom with the length of her forefinger.
The captain stood back and raised the heavy leather strap
above her right shoulder.
Miranda sensed that the girl was close to orgasm; the flesh of
her vagina was contracting and expanding involuntarily against
her fingers. Quickly she pulled her hands away, feeling the
tight flesh of the sphincter shudder as she withdrew her
fingers. Miranda moved quickly aside as the captain brought
the heavy leather strap down hard against the timid flesh of
the trembling girl.
Whap. The strap bit into the tender flesh, wrapping itself
intimately around the tightly stretched buttocks.
The girl screamed, arching her shoulders back and thrusting
her young breasts upwards. Almost immediately the captain
raised the strap again and brought it down hard. The heavy
leather singing through the air towards it's target.
Whap. The second stroke smacked into the centre of her
upturned bottom, the thick leather imprinting its form on her
captive flesh. The girl tossed her head from side to side, her
breath exhaling in a violent hiss as the shock of painful lash
coursed through her body.
"Arrgggghhhhh...nooo ..ooo" The girl screamed, unable to
control her pain. "Pleeeessse, argggghhh,, noo more." Her
body was trembling from head to toe as she pleaded with her
tormentors. The captain quickly raised the strap again and
brought it down again, this time against the sensitive
juncture between the girl's thighs and buttocks, it's broad
imprint was accompanied by a loud slap as the leather once
more found it's target.
The girl bucked as if she had been electrocuted, her lips
drawn back in a grimace as she fought the pain.
"Arrrggghhh.... Arrrrrggggghhh" She cried. Her limbs trembled
and quivered as she tossed her head to left and then right as
the pain coursed through her body.
It had been no more than ten seconds between the first and
last stroke as Miranda quickly took up her position between
the girl's widely parted legs. Quickly she probed the
trembling flesh of her vagina and pushed her finger rudely up
inside the girl. "There, there, it's all over now, try and
relax there's a good girl. Her soothing words contrasted
against the quickening fingers of her hand. Miranda slipped
her other hand between the girl's parted buttocks and gently
but firmly, pushed her forefinger back up into the girl's
bottom.
"There you are you are going to cum soon."
The captain put down her strap as she spoke and kneeled down
beside the distraught girl's head. She leaned forward and
kissed her, thrusting her tongue deep into her mouth.
Casually, the younger of the two duty officers, grasped one of
the girl's nipples between her finger and thumb and squeezed
hard. Gillian could not control herself, she felt her body
tense as wave after wave of sexual sensation coursed through
her body. She managed to draw air into her lungs just before
she felt her captain's lips once more close over her mouth.
Skilfully the girls brought their captive to new heights of
sensation as they caressed and speared her body.
Veronica smiled to herself. It was always the same thought she
had as she pursued her pleasures. Being captain of the
"Sobsel" was a true fulfilment, a job that provided her with
limitless pleasure and satisfaction. To have one's whims and
desires catered for so completely was a privilege that few
would enjoy in their lives. She bent once more over the
distraught body of the young girl and whispered to her. "There
my pretty young thing, we are just going to make you cum once
more before we let you up."
Her softly spoken words seemed to inflame the girl to new
passion. She could not help screaming as she felt Miranda push
a second finger deep inside her vagina. The second duty
officer smoothed her carefully manicured nails down over the
girl's heaving tummy and cruelly pinched the exposed clitoris.
"Arrrrgggghhh... arggggh." Gillian screamed as she reached her
second orgasm. "Arrgggh..oooooohhhh pleeeeease" Miranda smiled
to herself as she felt the walls of the vagina contract
violently against her fingers.
"There we are, you are a good girl. Now lets have a nice big
cum this time." She spoke softly as she deliberately thrust
her finger hard up into the young girl's bottom, curling it
upwards as she furiously moved the fingers of her other hand
in a deep circular motion inside the timid girl's vagina.
Gillian's body tensed in one violent spasm, her legs and torso
locked rigid as she reached her second orgasm. Suddenly she
started to quiver from head to foot and screamed
uncontrollably
"arrrggggghhhhh... argggggghhhh...ooooohhhhhh." She thrashed
her head from side to side as paroxysms of emotion overtook
her body.
They watched intently as Gillian's body trembled and shook,
before her emotions subsided. Her lungs gasped for breath as
small tremors ran through her body. Her full breasts heaved
upwards as she fought to take in air. Miranda gently reduced
the motion of her fingers until there was no movement. Gently
she withdrew her finger from the girl's tender bottom and
pressed her hand firmly against the crease between her
buttocks.
"There you relax and we'll get you comfortable, there's a good
girl. The captain spoke gently and tenderly, ending the
sentence by kissing the distraught girl lovingly on the lips.
The duty officers, their faces flushed with excitement,
carefully let the girl's legs down so that her feet were able
to touch the floor at either side of the bench. Miranda
withdrew her fingers from between the girl's legs and bottom
and stood up. She looked at the captain and smiled.
"Not a bad little interlude before morning coffee, wouldn't
you say." The captain looked at Miranda. They had been friends
for over three years now and yet Veronica was often forced to
laugh at Miranda's impudence and "off the cuff" humour.
"I hope our cabin boy was not able to hear anything of this in
his little interview room."
Veronica laughed once more. "Don't worry dear Miranda, I'm
sure he is being kept quite busy filling out our
questionnaire."
The captain turned to Gillian who was being helped up to a
sitting position by the two duty officers. The girl winced as
her weight was transferred to her tender buttocks. "The girl's
will take you down to the medical office, ask them to put some
antiseptic cream on that sore bottom of yours." Gillian looked
at her captain, her flushed, blushing cheeks and trembling
lips a testament to her ordeal. "I.. I'mm." Tears fell down
her cheeks before she could complete her sentence.
The captain bent forward and gently lifted the distraught girl
under the arms until she was standing upright. Veronica put
her arms around her and kissed her on tenderly on the lips.
Their naked breasts touched together, their nipples pushing
softly into each other's flesh.
"You'll be alright in a few moments, I'll get one of the girls
to make you some tea. Then you can go to the medical office by
my private stairway so you won't have to get dressed until
they've seen to your bottom."
Veronica ran her fingers gently over the girl's naked breasts
as she spoke softly to her.
"The girls will carry your clothes. I want you to tell the
doctor that I would like her to prepare to give someone a full
medical examination in about an hour's time. She can call me
if she needs any details, but if you tell her I am
interviewing a cabin boy I am sure she will understand.
Gillian nodded her head. She looked at her captain, her eyes
could not conceal the look of love and supplication she felt.
"Yes Ma'am I will tell her."
The captain looked across at the young boy seated before her
and then back to the resume she held in her hands. Peter had
been taken to a small reception room and had been asked to
fill in a questionnaire. The questionnaire was detailed and if
answered thoroughly, quite revealing. The reception room had
been made deliberately drab, belying the opulence of the rest
of the ship. It was ideal for meeting petty port officials or
customs officers.
Peter had been sat at the small desk for nearly two hours when
the pretty young duty officer had come to collect him. She had
noticed he was still writing and had gently pulled the sheaf
of forms from under his pen. "That will have to do, if the
captain needs anymore information I am sure it will be asked
for." She had deliberately not referred to the captain as
"She" leaving any look of surprise for the captain to deal
with.
Peter shuffled uncomfortably in his chair. He felt gauche and
out of place against the luxurious setting of the captain's
office. He looked down at his clothes and his deck shoes,
feeling ill at ease and in contrast to the captain's crisp
white uniform. He looked at the young woman sat behind the
desk. She was astoundingly beautiful, her emerald green eyes
were quite the most beautiful he had ever seen. Her mouth was
small and her lips were shaped with a small dimple at either
side of the mouth. Her beauty and the surroundings of her
office did little to bolster his confidence.
She leaned forward and began to question him, her tunic unable
to conceal the full-unfettered breasts beneath.
She had quickly read the answers within the questionnaire and
noted the salient points. No parents - saving to go to
university next year. Hoping to find employment and new
friends on the beautiful southern coast of France.
She questioned him for about half an hour, although she had
made up her mind in the first five minutes of the interview,
she wanted to watch for clues or tell tale signs of bravado or
aggressiveness.
"Well Peter, there are one or two things you need to know and
agree to. This ship is well disciplined and tardiness,
lateness and laziness are not tolerated. On board ship, you
will obey the officers, whatever you are asked to do, without
hesitation. Do you understand that?"
"Err..er Yes Miss." Peter replied hesitantly.
Veronica had been careful to avoid the boy knowing that the
entire crew, apart from himself, was female. She had referred
to the crew as officers or ratings.
"Good, you need not worry about clothes, we have uniforms and
a seamstress on board. Likewise toiletries and personal
effects can be bought from the ships store. I assume you have
little or no money, is that correct?" Peter blushed but nodded
his head. "I only have a few francs, Miss."
"You will address me as Ma'am or Captain Soames"
"Yes Ma'am" Peter replied. Veronica was pleased to note that
the boy did not try to be familiar or adopt a humorous
persona, had he done so she would have terminated the
interview forthwith and let him go on his way.
"Right I am prepared to offer you employment, providing that
you are medically fit of course. Have you had a medical
examination recently?"
"Er.. no Ma'am, not since I was at school."
"Have you had any, sexually transmitted diseases.?"
Veronica was delighted to see the boy instantly blush a deep
red as she asked the question.
"Oh no Ma'am" He protested.
"Well you must have had sexual relationships, are you
homosexual?"
Peter's face flushed an even brighter red.
"Oh no Ma'am.. I mean I haven't had er.. er sex with anyone..
er and I'm er..not homosexual."
Veronica delighted in the youth's embarrassment and his reply.
"Alright Peter, I will see if I can get the ships medical
officer to see you now, if you are pronounced fit and well,
then I might see you later to welcome you officially onboard.
That is of course if you would like to take the job."
"Oh Yes please Miss.....er I mean Ma'am."
Veronica smiled and pushed a pile of forms forward across her
desk to the young boy.
"You will have to sign these, I can leave you to read through
them if you like or I can tell you their content."
"Yes please Ma'am.. I mean if you would tell me."
Veronica smiled and explained that they were merely his
affirmation that he would abide by the rules and disciplines
of the ship.
She watched as the boy signed the last sheet of the pile of
forms, she realised he was blissfully unaware of exactly what
he was signing. She pressed a bell and waited until the pretty
duty officer entered. Claire I would like you to take Peter
Jones to the ships Medical Office, Peter has applied for the
job of ship's cabin boy and will, all being well, be joining
us.
Peter followed the pretty young officer along the walkways and
stairways to the lower decks. He would have liked to ask her
questions, but the girl walked quickly in front of him, easily
negotiating the stairways and corridors with a deft
familiarity. Peter watched her pretty bottom and legs as she
led him along the corridors and stairways.
She stopped at the entrance to a long corridor and turned to
him. "We are on Deck 'C' if you ever loose your way" She
smiled and approached a door along the corridor, which had a
brass plaque set into it. The plaque read "Medical Officer".
The young girl immediately knocked on the door and without
waiting for a reply opened it. She turned and beckoned him to
follow. Peter found himself in a spacious reception area.
There was a large desk upon which was a word processor and
telephone switchboard.
Behind the desk sat a slender and pretty young girl. She was
not in ship's uniform, but wore a blue and white striped
short-sleeved blouse.
Her hair was tied back into a neat bun. Her lightly tanned
face bore no traces of makeup apart from a little eye shadow,
which accented her dark brown eyes beneath the thin wire
frames of her glasses. Her tanned arms were slender and her
hands neat and delicate. Peter, once more feeling ill at ease,
looked down at his own dishevelled appearance.
He looked round at the room as the girl's exchanged
pleasantries. There were several modern leather seated chairs
arranged against the wall, on the opposite wall was a modern
chromium plated weighing scale which stood next to a height
chart on the wall.
Next to the chart was a small curtained screen on castors. The
screen was about four feet high. Behind the screen was a small
desk with bottles and jars on top of it and behind the desk a
small stainless steel sink.
"I'll leave you here and come and collect you when you are
finished." The young duty officer smiled at him and left the
room.
"Can I help you?" The young girl looked up at Peter from her
desk, her lips drawn back in a professional smile revealing
sparkling white teeth.
"Er.. yes Miss.. er... the captain has sent me for a medical."
Peter stammered his reply.
"What name is it please?" She asked without looking up.
Instead tapping the keys of her computer and peering into the
screen.
"Peter Jones, Miss."
The young girl tapped several keys and then slowly looked up
at the boy. She paused before delivering the lines she had
been relishing.
"Ah yes, you are next in to see the medical officer. Would you
strip please, you can put your clothes on the chair behind
you."
Peter could not believe his ears, nor could he help the blood
rushing to his cheeks as she said the words.
"Er... what Miss?"
The girl looked at him directly, her face betraying none of
the excitement she felt.
"Take off your clothes and put them on the chair behind you."
Before Peter could reply or protest she turned back to her
computer and began to type.
Peter was left standing in the middle of the room feeling
foolish. He wanted to protest, but could think of nothing to
say. To have to take his clothes off in front of the young
girl filled him with embarrassment. She could only be a year
or so older than himself, he thought.
Resignedly he bent down to take off his shoes and socks. He
carefully placed his socks inside his shoes and pushed them
beneath the leather chair. Looking towards the girl for
confirmation he began to unbutton his shirt. The girl did not
look up although she was well aware of his reaction to her
command. She continued typing, her peripheral vision keeping
her informed of the boy's progress.
Peter took his shirt off, his face was burning red as he laid
the garment on the chair behind him. He looked across at the
girl once more for some confirmation that he was to take off
his trousers. The girl continued with her work, leaving him no
alternative but to continue undressing. He unbuttoned his
trousers and with acute embarrassment took them off. He placed
them over the chair and stood up in his brief underpants. He
looked across at the young girl feeling utterly foolish at
being made to strip in front of her. The cool moving air from
the room's air-conditioning teased the tiny hairs on his skin,
accentuating his nakedness.
Nikki continued to type, although she was well aware that the
boy was now down to his underpants.
"Er.. I'm ready Miss." Peter stammered.
Nikki looked up and gave the boy a professional smile. "Come
over here Peter and stand by the side of my desk." Shame-faced
he moved toward the desk as she took a series of printed forms
from her drawer and placed them in a clipboard.
"Now lets see." She looked down and perused the forms as Peter
stood at her desk. He felt awkward and embarrassed, acutely
aware of the brevity of his worn underpants.
Without getting up she wheeled her chair to the side of the
desk so that her knees were only inches away from the boy's
shins. Peter could not help look down at her. Her slender legs
were bared to mid thigh, her short navy-blue skirt revealing
the smoothness of her lightly tanned limbs.
Her dainty feet wore flat soles, which were held by delicate
thongs, criss-crossing her shapely ankles and ending in a
small bow at mid calf.
Nikki was well aware of the effect she was having on the
blushing youth, his face betraying the utter shame and
embarrassment he felt.
" Right... height and weight... er...we can do that in a
moment. Have you any distinguishing marks or abnormalities.?"
She looked up into the boy's face, watching him blush
profusely as she asked the question.
"Er.. n'no Miss." Peter stammered as he looked at the pretty
young girl seated before him. Nikki paused before delivering
her 'coup de grace'. She deliberately looked up into the boy's
face making sure that his eyes met hers.
"No marks... good, now just slip your underpants off for me
and place the palms of your hands on top of your head."
Peter felt his cheeks burning as he looked at her with an
expression of pure anguish on his face.
The girl did not repeat the command but looked down and began
reading the forms she had in front of her. Peter did not know
what to do; he waited hoping that he could catch her eye, in
case he had misheard her command. Eventually, in total silence
he pushed his underpants down his legs to his ankles and
stepped out of them. Straightening up he could not bring
himself to look at the girl as he raised his arms and placed
his hands upon his head.
"Now let's have a look at you." Her words caused Peter even
greater embarrassment as she looked up, her eyes coolly
appraising him. He watched dejectedly as she examined him from
head to toe.
Nikki was delighted with his appearance. His body was slim but
very well proportioned. His hairless chest dipped to a slim
firm waist, narrow hips and long legs. He had very little body
hair, even for a young boy. She turned her attention to his
genitals, noting his penis which, although flaccid was a good
size as were his testicles. She presumed that he had been
circumcised, the tip of the glans visible through the soft
folds of the foreskin, was pointing downwards below his
scrotum. She looked up to his face, which was flushed a deep
red. She noted that his body was covered with goose bumps, a
testimony to his nervousness, she thought, rather than the
temperature of the room.
"Stand with your feet apart." Peter looked at her in horror as
he shuffled his feet to a wider stance. He watched, almost in
shock as she took a pencil from the desk and placed it beneath
his penis, he felt the cold painted wood being pressed against
his flesh. He was trembling involuntarily as she used the
pencil to lift his penis away from his scrotum.
She peered between his legs and then let his penis drop back
between his thighs. At that one small contact Peter felt his
penis begin to engorge. His stomach churned at the very
thought that his penis might erect in front of her.
"Turn around with your back towards me and bend over and touch
your toes will you."
Humiliated beyond belief Peter did as he was told. Slowly
turning away from her, he took his hands from his head and
bent forward.
"All the way over and touch your toes."
Peter felt his whole body begin to shiver as he bent over,
acutely aware of the view she would have of him. He could not
help the gasp that escaped from his lips as her cool hands
parted the cheeks of his bottom. She held his buttocks open
for several seconds stretching the flesh tightly to expose the
puckered star of the sphincter.
"You may get up now." She said sweetly, taking her hands away
from his bottom. "Go over there and stand on the scales."
Peter quickly bent down to retrieve his underpants.
"No, you can leave those off for now." Her voice was firm as
she commanded the trembling youth.
"Put them on the chair over there with your other things,"
She stood up and taking her clipboard proceeded to the
weighing scales. Peter followed fighting the tingling
sensation within his groin. Her touch and cool demeanour had
initiated the first stirrings of sexual arousal within him.
Nikki was delighted with her progress, no longer conscious of
the button beneath her desk, which would, if pressed, summon
the duty officers from across the corridor.
She put her clipboard down on the desk and bade the boy stand
on the scales, marvelling at his acquiescence.
"Stand up straight, there's a good boy."
Her voice became softer as she stood close to the naked youth.
She placed the palm of one hand flat against his tummy, her
little finger just touching his pubic hair. She rested the
other hand on the small of his back and with a slight
pressure, urged him to stand further forward on the platform.
Peter felt his penis tingle with desire once more as her soft
cool hands touched him. He felt his face blush with
humiliation as she casually let her hand slide from the small
of his back and down over his buttocks.
"Let's see that's eleven stones and seven pounds." She let go
of him and picked up her clipboard and wrote quickly.
"Right, stand up against the chart with your shoulders pressed
against the wall and your feet flat on the floor."
She watched as the boy almost blinded with embarrassment moved
clumsily to stand beside the chart. She noticed that his penis
was already slightly distended, the circumcised foreskin
gradually creeping back, showing more of the bell shaped head.
She looked at his blushing face and trembling lips.
"Are you feeling alright, you look a little flushed.
Peter could hardly bring himself to look at the girl. As their
eyes met Nikki noted the look of pure anguish in the boy's
expression. Delighted, she placed her clipboard on the floor
and stood up close to him, her young breasts pressed firmly
against his chest as she adjusted the gauge to sit on top of
his head.
"There... that's... exactly six feet tall. Is that what you
are Peter... six feet tall?" There was just a touch of
merriment in her voice as she spoke to the trembling youth.
Peter almost groaned as he tried to form a reply.
"Er... y..yes Miss..s..er six feet." Peter missed the double
entendre of her question, in fact he felt like fainting, such
was his humiliation and embarrassment. His stomach churned
with dread and foreboding as she picked up the clipboard and
placed it on the desk.
Leaning over she filled in more details and then reached in to
one of the drawers for a small tape measure. "Step forward
and stand in front of me, legs apart and hands on your head."
Her sweet innocent face and almost childlike figure, belying
her firm command.
Peter stood forward and placed his hand on his head. He
shivered with pure anguish as he felt her place her hand on
the inside of his thigh.
"Spread a little wider there's a good boy." He stood in an
aura of abject humiliation as he felt her hands pass the tape
measure around his chest and then waist.
He shivered as she smoothed her hands over his bottom, her
delicate touch caressing his flesh. She passed the tape
measure around his buttocks and held the ends against the
pubic hair just above his penis. She felt the boy shudder as
she deliberately brushed her knuckles against the tip of his
member. Ignoring his plight, she placed the tape around his
thigh and measured the circumference, once more filling in the
details on her clipboard.
Peter could not help looking at her as she kneeled down in
front of his widely spread legs. Without preamble she took the
tip of the tape measure and pressed the end between the
juncture of his thighs. The back of her hand softly touching
and lifting his testicles as she pressed upwards behind his
scrotum, holding the other end of the measure lightly against
his ankle.
Peter, shamefaced and completely humiliated felt his penis
begin to engorge. He could not help himself. Nikki kept the
tape between his legs and moved the end to his other ankle,
her face only inches from his penis as she altered her
position. She watched his penis gradually distend, thrilling
as the foreskin rolled back almost imperceptibly to reveal
even more of the glans. She pressed the tape more firmly
between his thighs her hand deliberately moving against his
testicles.
Peter moaned involuntarily as the humiliation continued. He
looked to the ceiling, trying to avoid looking down at all
costs. Nikki took her hands away from him, deliberately
brushing her soft fingers against his penis as she stood up
and faced him. Her body was merely inches from him as she
spoke softly.
"You seem hot and you are shivering Peter, I think you may be
coming down with something and that would never do if you
really want this job... look at me Peter, you do really want
this job don't you?"
She watched as he lowered his head, his eyes bore all the
anguish that he felt as he looked into her eyes.
"Imm... er alright Miss... I'mm just um .. er.. a little
nervous."
Nikki was delighted in the boy's discomfort and complete
acquiescence - and of course, her own performance in handling
him. She decided that she would prolong his torment at her
hands just a little longer before she handed him over to her
compatriots.
"I think you might have a temperature. I am going to have to
make sure you are not ill. There are a variety of influenza
bugs going around on the 'Cote' this year."
Peter groaned as she put her pretty hand on his hip and
beckoned him to the small desk. Deftly she placed her left
hand on his tummy and stroked her other hand up to small of
his back. She looked down at his engorged penis, which moved
from side to side as he walked, although not yet fully erect
the flesh was plump and turgid. She skilfully manoeuvred him
until he was facing the desk,. pressing firmly on his back and
tummy she bent him forward.
Lay your chest down on the desk there's a good boy." She had
him bent over before he could protest.
"There's a good boy, chest flat against the desk now... that's
it rest your head on your hands." Peter had obeyed almost
without thinking. His humiliation and total embarrassment had
acted on his body like a heavy drug.
"W..what are... are you going to do Miss." Peter managed to
stammer. His face was bright crimson as he felt her put her
hands on his buttocks.
"I'm just going to take your temperature you silly boy, now
stay still and spread your legs apart... come along now."
Peter felt his face burning as she slid her hands down over
his buttocks and pressed the inside of his thighs until he was
positioned to her liking.
She walked round the desk and placing a soft hand on his
burning cheek, looked into his eyes.
"Just you stay still, we're nearly finished now."
She ruffled the hair of his head, delighted that he had laid
his head to the side facing her. She stooped to open one of
the drawers, her whole body tingled with anticipation as she
reached inside.
She took a large rectal thermometer out of the drawer and
deliberately placed it in on the desk in front of his face.
She noted his agonised expression as she slowly and
deliberately pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Intentionally
she let the rubber snap against her wrists, making sure that
her hands were within his full view.
Next, almost ritualistically, she took a tube of lubricant and
smeared it on her right forefinger. Watching his expression of
horror, she formed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand
into an 'O' and sensuously slipped the lubricated finger
though it.
She looked into his face as she picked up the large glass
tube. Slowly, almost hypnotically she smeared more lubricant
around the bulbous end of the glass, smiling sweetly at him as
she worked the lubricant over the large protuberance.
"Just relax and everything will be fine, little boys sometimes
tense their bottoms - but I am sure you are going to be a good
boy aren't you?"
Her words, combined with his vulnerable position had managed
to reduce him in stature to that of a whimpering child. He
uttered a groan as way of an answer, but in fact he was almost
delirious with acute embarrassment.
Nikki was relaxed and enjoying every minute of her dominance
over the trembling boy, His compliance and embarrassment
almost total, as she left the thermometer on the desk in front
of his face and moved behind him. Standing back, she admired
the firm hairless buttocks and strong legs of the naked youth.
Because of the limited height of the desk, his back was
slightly dipped into a smooth concave arc; small beads of
perspiration were evident on his clearly defined spinal
column. Even with his legs widely spread, the smooth flesh of
his bottom was raised higher than his head.
Nikki thrilled as the flesh of his buttocks shuddered and
contracted violently at the first touch of her hand. Sliding
the fingers of her left hand between the deep crease of his
bottom, she pulled the cheeks apart. Slowly and with
deliberate intent she placed her right hand underneath his
buttocks. Before he could protest she had slipped her hand
upward between the cheeks, further parting the buttocks.
Inexorably the tips of her delicate fingers wriggled between
the pliant mounds of flesh and located the sensitive opening
of the sphincter.
She felt the boy tense his entire body as she gently probed
the opening.
"Just stay still and relax... I am going to be very gentle
with your little bottom." Peter shuddered as he felt the tip
of her finger probe the opening of his sphincter. He had never
experienced anything like the sensation he felt as her finger
slipped through the tiny orifice of his sphincter and up into
his anus.
Nikki felt the boy's involuntary reflex to straighten up as
she probed his bottom. She placed her free hand on the small
of his back and spoke softly to him.
"There we are now, just relax, you'll soon get used to it."
Her voice and the hand on his back seemed to quiet him. She
increased the pressure of her hand on the middle of his back
as she pushed her finger firmly up into his virgin bottom.
"OOOoooohhhhh." Peter moaned as he felt the intense pressure
of her slender finger push into him and then inexorably
intrude even further up into his bottom. Nikki quickly located
the prostate gland and without hesitation proceeded to massage
it with the very tip of her finger.
"Arrrggghhhh..ooohhhh." Peter let out a low moan as her finger
moved over the sensitive gland. In a series of tiny movements
she jiggled the tip of her finger against the pliant flesh of
the prostate, knowing that it would be impossible for the boy
to avoid his penis erecting.
She pushed harder, applying a firmer pressure and increasing
the rapid movements of her finger.
Deftly she continued the stimulation for several minutes
before abruptly pulling her finger from within his anus.
"Arrggghhh...arrrggghhh." Peter could not help gasping as his
sphincter was stretched over the knuckle of her slender finger
for a second time.
Nikki laid her hand gently on his buttocks and stroked the
soft flesh before moving around the desk until she was facing
him. She noticed a tear roll down his crimson cheek and on to
his hand.
"You're doing fine Peter, just relax a little more while I pop
this into your bottom."
Her words rekindled his acute embarrassment, as he lay
helpless before her. Deliberately she re-coated her fingers
with lubricant and picked up the thermometer.
Moving around him, she parted his buttocks with her left hand
and introduced the large glass bowl of thermometer to the
sphincter. Holding it firmly she teased the orifice by pushing
firmly with the glass tube.
She watched as the sphincter began to dilate around the
bulbous mercury filled sphere. With a firm push she watched
the glass orb disappear inside him.
"oooooooohhhhhhhhhh." Peter could not contain himself as he
felt his bottom being stretched wide to accommodate the
device.
Nikki smiled to herself as she pushed the glass thermometer up
into his anus, the length of glass such that the bowl
penetrated deep inside him.
"Now just relax... you're not feeling any discomfort are you.
Do your genitals feel alright?"
Peter could not believe what was happening to him as he felt
her delicate hands slide over his buttocks and between his
legs.
He shuddered as he felt her cup his testicles in her hand and
pull them backwards. His whole body began to tense rigidly as
he felt her other hand slip between his parted legs and take a
firm hold of his penis.
To his horror he realised that he was fully erect. Nikki
smiled to herself as she stooped between his legs to view his
erection. She pulled the foreskin of his penis back along the
shaft, revealing the whole of the sensitive glans.
"Well you seem alright there, I'll leave you for five minutes,
so don't move from that position - do you understand me."
Peter could not have moved had he wanted to. He was near to
fainting as her hands left his body. His chest was heaving and
he gasped for air as he heard her exit the door to the surgery.
Veronica turned the volume of the audio down on the
communications console. The six video-monitors and hi-fidelity
speaker had enabled her to watch and hear the whole of the
proceedings. She picked up her telephone and pressed a number
on the keypad in front of her. She spoke quickly, giving
instructions and then replaced the telephone. Turning to
Miranda she smiled. "There, what did I tell you, he is
completely malleable and should suit are owners to a tee, what
do you think?" Miranda could not help grinning as she leaned
over the captain's shoulder, examining the body of the naked
boy on the monitor screen. "You are always right, aren't you
my clever captain, I agree, the owners will be delighted, not
to mention most of the crew." She laughed as she completed the
sentence; bending her head forward she kissed Veronica on the
cheek. Do you mind if I pull up a chair for the rest of the
performance? She giggled as she sat down in a swivel chair
next to Veronica and leaned forward to watch the monitor.
Peter lay, where he had been placed, unable to comprehend the
turn of events that had led him to his position. For all he
knew he might have fainted as he felt smooth fingers touch his
bottom for he had not heard her re-enter the room.
"Right.. any pain here?" She asked as she slipped her hand
quickly between his legs and fondled his testicles.
Peter almost choked with embarrassment as she slipped her
other hand over the head of his penis. "What about here... do
you feel any sensation." Nikki had to stifle her amusement as
she felt the rigid staff throb between her fingers.
"er er...nooo Miss." Peter could hardly reply as once more
she pulled the foreskin back firmly, stretching the skin to
its fullest extent.
Without preamble Nikki took her hands from his genitals and
quickly took hold of the thermometer. With a practised motion
she pulled the thermometer out of his bottom, watching with
delight as the sphincter stretched and then closed behind the
glass bulb as it was pulled free.
Peter gasped at the acute sensation, feeling his penis throb
as his sphincter stretched. He was unaware of the expert way
his body and emotions had been deliberately manipulated,
unaware that the girl was well practised in the humiliation
and dominance of patients.
The girl glanced at the temperature gauge, knowing already
that any elevation in temperature would be a result entirely
of her own doing.
Nikki discarded the rubber gloves and stood back admiring the
boy's naked form.
"There now stand up straight and we have finished, come along
- you are not going to lay across my desk all day are you?"
Peter groaned as he lifted his body from the desk. He felt an
ache in his back, suddenly realising that he must have been
bent over for at least ten minutes. As the young girl moved
around to face him, Peter immediately tried to cover his
erection with his hands. He placed both palms over his
genitals, pulling his erect penis up against his stomach and
holding his forearms close together to cover himself.
Nikki pretended not to notice but lifted a large and a smaller
jar from the far end of the desk. Holding one in each hand she
moved towards him. "Take these and go behind the screen. I
want you to fill the small jar with urine and you can expel
what ever is left into the other."
Peter looked shocked as she proffered the jars to him.
"But..but Miss."
"What on earth's' the matter, come along there's a good boy."
Peter blushed furiously as he slowly uncovered himself. He
could not help looking down as he took his hands away,
horrified as the watched the young girl observe his penis as
it sprang outwards. He tried to take the jars from her quickly
so that he could turn away and walk behind the screen, but
Nikki held his wrist just as he had taken the jars from her.
"What is this... how on earth are going to give a urine sample
like that you naughty boy." Peter was mortified as she stopped
him from turning away and pointed to his penis. To his
horror, his penis was standing upwards at an angle of forty-
five degrees. In vein he tried to hide his erection by
squirming his legs and trying somehow to turn his hips away
from her.
"Give me the jars Peter, you are a naughty boy"
Peter could not control himself, his body racked in tremors of
embarrassment as she delicately took the jars from his
fingers.
"Come along I'll have the nurses deal with you." Her voice was
stern as she deliberately took hold of his erect penis before
he could cover himself.
"Hands on your head now... quickly do as I say." She had
raised her voice only slightly, but was delighted to see the
embarrassed youth obey immediately.
She placed her other hand beneath his scrotum and cupped his
testicles. "Fortunately for you young man I am going to let
the nurses deal with you. Now come along with me and don't you
dare move those hands."
Taking her hand away from his scrotum, she led him by his
penis towards the door leading to the surgery.
"Please Miss, wait a moment, I'm so sorry... I..I.." Peter
could not complete his sentence. His embarrassment was so
acute he felt near to fainting.
2
Marie looked at Sarah's naked body as the beautiful girl
reached for the hanger, which held her nursing uniform. Marie
smiled knowing that even this simple white cotton dress would
be as alluring as the sheerest of evening gowns over Sarah's
curvaceous body.
Marie could not help herself as she reached forward and
placing her hand between her friend's lush thighs. She
thrilled as she squeezed the smoothly shaven pubis, her
fingers revelling in the plump flesh of the girl's prominent
pubic mound.
Sarah remembered that, as a young girl at the age of eleven,
feeling awkward and embarrassed by her body. She smiled as she
thought of her ugly duckling childhood, little knowing then,
the transformation that would take place. She had been
horrified by her rate of growth, already six inches taller
than the tallest boy in her school, she had avoided dances or
parties or any social gathering where she would have to meet
or socialise with the opposite sex.
By the time Sarah was fifteen her young body had filled out to
become the envy of every girl in the school and the desire of
every boy. Not only was Sarah tall and shapely, her face was
stunningly beautiful. Her classic bone structure, beautiful
almond eyes and lush lips had been the envy of every girl in
school. When she had left school to enrol at nursing college,
she was already self-assured and had developed a persona so
powerful that she was easily able to manipulate her peers,
easily able to repel unwanted attention, without causing
offence to the young male students.
"I know I'm wet, and so... I bet, are you my little nymph."
Sarah smiled as she spoke to Marie. "I am rather looking
forward to this and I know you are, so let me get dressed
before I crumple into a heap.
Marie smiled. She knew better than to think that she could
reduce Sarah to a crumpled heap. Sarah was very much in charge
of her life, self-assured and dominant in her role as head
nurse, taking her work and her pleasures seriously. Marie knew
that Sarah intended to enjoy and savour every minute of the
afternoon.
3
Peter stumbled rather than walked the few feet to the door. He
watched blankly as she pushed down on the handle and without
preamble pulled him forward by his penis. Peter stumbled
behind her, his mind in turmoil as he involuntarily followed
her into the modern surgery.
A large examination table was the centrepiece of the room,
it's chromium-plated centre stand glinting under the strong
lights. The leather-covered top of the table had been draped
with a white sheet. Around the walls were cupboards and
shelves all finished in a stainless steel or chromium metal.
Instruments and medical paraphernalia abounded within the
confines of the shelving.
The receptionist did not stop but led the trembling boy
towards another door. She swung it open - and taking a firmer
grip upon his penis led him through to a smaller room. The
room was completely tiled in white porcelain, it contained a
bath already half full of warm water, several sinks, a toilet
bowl and a low padded table. Peter almost fainted as he saw
the two beautiful nurses, who were laying out tubing on top of
a chromium-plated trolley. They looked up and smiled as Nikki
pulled the embarrassed youth forward.
Sarah stood up and addressed the trembling boy. "What have we
here?" She looked down at his groin as Nikki let go of his
penis, leaving his rigid member pointing upwards toward the
ceiling. Peter blushed profusely, his face and chest suffused
in red as he took his hands from his head in an attempt to
cover himself.
"Get those hands back on your head at once." Nikki spoke
sharply her voice penetrating Peter's cocoon of shame and
embarrassment. He could not help squeezing his eyes shut as he
slowly replaced his hands back upon his head. He shivered as
he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. Opening his eyes he
blushed as the taller of the two nurses gently pulled him
toward the low padded table.
"Kneel upon there will you... on your hands and knees...
there's a sweetie."
Peter blushed again as the nurse, quickly positioned him. He
shivered as he felt the hands of both nurses upon his body,
unable to protest as they placed his knees wide apart on the
padded surface of the table.
"My you are a nice looking boy". Sarah cooed as she slipped
her hand between his legs and cupped his testicles. Peter
could not stop his body from trembling as he felt the
receptionist reach beneath him and take hold of his erect
penis. He quaked as she placed the cold glass of a specimen
jar against groin, deliberately pushing his penis downward
into the broad opening of the jar.
"Well at least you're in a position to give me a urine sample
now, so off you go and give me a full jar, there's a good
boy."
Peter could hardly believe what was happening to him as he
felt one of the nurses press the flat of her palm up against
his tummy.
"Just let it all go." He heard her whisper as she pressed
harder against his stomach. Suddenly without warning, Peter
felt his bladder relax and he began to urinate helplessly into
the specimen jar. Sarah looked across at Nikki as she held the
jar up against the boy's penis.
Nikki could feel the heat of the urine through the glass as
she lowered the jar and took a firm hold of the young boy's
penis. She squeezed gently, pulling her fingers down the shaft
and watching as the last drops of urine escaped.
"There's a good boy... that was no trouble at all was it." She
watched excitedly as he hung his head in shame. Nikki took the
urine sample and left the room. Before Peter could compose
himself Sarah had placed her hands on the cheeks of his bottom
and parted the firm flesh. She felt the boy wince as Mari
pushed a well soaped shaving brush between his buttocks and
began to lather him.
"Keep still, there's a good boy and let nurse soap your
bottom. We're just going to give you a little shave between
your cheeks, so try and keep still won't you"
Peter could not believe his ears as he felt their gentle
fingers part his buttocks further and press the cold steel of
the safety razor against his flesh. Just relax, and it will
all be over before you know it.
Peter was blushing a bright red as the nurse began shaving
between his legs. He shuddered with embarrassment as the
second nurse deliberately slid her hand beneath his tummy and
cupped his testicles, drawing the soft pouch forward as the
razor moved down lower between his legs. "Just you relax
there's a good boy." Sarah whispered to him as she gently
squeezed his scrotum. She slid her other hand beneath him and
took a firm hold of his penis. She felt the organ throb
between her fingers as she tightened her grip.
Peter trembled as the nurses continued their ministrations,
their hands probing and kneading his flesh, seemingly
oblivious to his distress. He shuddered as the nurse who had
been shaving him, put down the razor and taking a dab of
lubricant ran her fingers up between the cheeks of his bottom.
The cool liquid emphasised his nakedness as she probed the
opening of his sphincter. Without warning she pushed her
slender forefinger up into his bottom making him moan audibly.
"Just relax there's a good boy." She ignored his moans as she
reached for the enema nozzle and introduced it between tightly
stretched flesh of his sphincter.
Deftly she withdrew her finger and pushed the slim metal
nozzle upward into his anus. "Arrrgggh... ooohhh." Peter
moaned as he felt the cold metal stretch his opening,
shuddering as the appliance penetrated him. Before he could
protest further she had pushed the appliance deep into his
anus.
"Now just relax your bottom while I put the bulb in." Peter
did not know what she meant, but moaned loudly as his
sphincter was stretched wide over the bulbous rubber ball
which was attached to the nozzle. The nurse gave him no
respite as she inflated the ball. "Arrggggghhhhhhh." He could
not help but protest his anguish as he felt his sphincter
stretch tightly over the inflated intrusion.
He gasped again as the other nurse pushed the skin of his
foreskin down the shaft of his penis and squeezed his
testicles firmly. "There... there.... Just relax while we see
to you." She spoke softly and gently. She turned on the
irrigator and watched the young boy shiver and tremble as the
water began to penetrate his insides.
The nurses looked at each other and smiled as Peter moaned
loudly, unable to contain his emotions. He felt dizzy with the
sensation of their hands upon his naked body and the sensual
sensation of the warmed water seemingly rushing inside him.
The water began to fill him up quickly, he felt the nurse lean
over and reach underneath him to gently stroke his tummy.
He was trembling uncontrollably as the second nurse squeezed
his penis and pulled the foreskin down over the shaft, her
voice soft and low as she whispered to him. "Be a brave boy,
there is not much more to go now and then you can pop to the
toilet."
Mari felt his tummy, stroking her hand gently under the young
trembling flesh. She moved her hand down until she felt the
tip of his penis, which Sarah was holding. "There that's a
good boy, your tummy is almost full." She whispered softly,
well aware of the sensual effect of both their softly spoken
words and their gentle hands.
Sarah felt his penis throb between her fingers as she watched
Mari switch off the irrigator and pull backwards on the
inflated bulb trapped in his anus. "Just shuffle backwards and
put your feet on the floor and I will take you to the toilet."
She held the tubing as both she and Sarah helped the boy get
down from the table
Peter felt utterly humiliated as he struggled to get down from
the table. Although he was acutely aware of his bloated
stomach, it was the inflated rubber ball within his anus that
accentuated his embarrassment. Naked and ashamed he put his
feet to the floor, not daring to look at either of the pretty
nurses. He was horribly aware that were able to touch his
naked body as intimately as they wished. Their soft hands
emphasised the point as he felt the nurse squeeze his penis
and pull his testicles forward.
Sarah squeezed once more and then let go of him, smiling to
Mari as they helped the young boy to the open toilet. They
watched in amusement as his erect penis bobbed up and down as
he stumbled forward.
Peter felt utterly humiliated as they sat him on the white
porcelain. His face blushed a deep red as Sarah bent forward
and lifted his testicles while Mari deflated the bulb and gave
a sharp tug to the tubing. Peter closed his eyes in shame as
he evacuated almost immediately.
"There's a good boy." Sarah cooed as they stood over him. They
watched as he sat trembling before them. Sarah let go of his
testicles as Mari took the enema apparatus over to the sinks.
"Stand up now and we'll just give you a quick bath before you
see the doctor." Peter coloured up almost immediately as he
heard their words. Surely they did not intend to bathe him he
thought as they helped him from the toilet. Gentle hands and
soft-spoken voices accompanied his short walk to the bath.
They helped him to step over the side as and positioned him so
that he was facing them with his legs spread apart. Gently
they took his wrists and lifted his arms. "Hands on your head,
there's a good boy, we can't wash your bottom with your hands
in the way, can we? Just stand still and we'll give you a
thorough wash all over... how's that?
Peter felt his cheeks suffuse with a red blush as the nurses
looked at him. He had had no other experience to prepare him
for the humiliation he was suffering. He was acutely aware of
his dilemma, standing naked before the two young nurses with
his penis erect.
Deliberately Sarah reached forward and delicately held his
testicles in the palm of her hand. She watched the boy shiver
as she cupped her fingers, drawing her nails gently over the
flesh behind the scrotum. Peter moaned in embarrassment as he
watched Mari deliberately soap her hands in front of him.
Making sure that he was watching her every move she reached
between his legs and slipped her hand between the cheeks of
his bottom. Peter involuntarily tried to clench his buttocks
at the intrusion.
"Just relax your bottom, there's a good boy." She cooed as she
pushed a soapy finger against the tightly closed flesh of his
sphincter. "Ooops there we are." She murmured to him as she
slipped her forefinger up into his bottom. Sarah pulled his
testicles forward and watching his expression of dismay took a
firm hold of his erect penis.
Both Sarah and Mari were aware of the boy's utter distress as
time after time they brought him to the very edge ejaculation,
each time taking their hands away from his body before he lost
control.
They washed his whole body, their hands gently soaping his
chest thighs and buttocks. He stood helplessly before them as
they deliberately excited his body. Sarah teased his nipples
with her fingernails, coaxing the sensitive flesh to erect as
Mari, slipped her fingers between his buttocks and pushed a
soapy finger into his anus.
They made him sit in the bath while they washed his hair and
then stand once more, as they rinsed him. Each touch coaxing a
sexual response from his trembling body.
Eventually they helped him step out of the bath. "Hands back
on your head now, there's a good boy." Mari's sharp command
pre-empted Peter's attempt to cover his genitals with his
hands.
"Legs well apart now, we want you perfectly dry for the
doctor." Peter could not help himself from blushing profusely
as the nurses positioned him so that his legs were widely
spread. His cheeks felt as if they were on fire as Sarah
looked at him and smiled sweetly, her beautiful features
compounding his utter humiliation. She held his gaze and
reached forward with her hand, cupping his testicles within
her delicate fingers.
"There we are we'll soon have you dry." Peter shivered
uncontrollably, closing his eyes in utter embarrassment as he
felt the nurse pull his foreskin back and gently move the
towel over the sensitive flesh. He almost jumped as the soft
towelling rubbed against the glans of his penis. "Try and keep
still." Mari whispered to him as she moved behind him and
parted his buttocks.
With infinite care she gently rubbed the towel between the
cheeks of his bottom. Her hands moving over his flesh, pulling
the cheeks of his bottom this way and that as she dried him.
The nurses finished drying him and standing back examined him
from top to toe. Peter quickly covered his groin with his
hands, feeling utterly foolish, as he stood naked before them.
"Alright Peter, I will get you a robe and you can go through
to the examination room." Sarah spoke kindly as she stepped
towards him and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. She
gestured to him to follow her through to the examination room.
Mari pushed open the door and held it while Sarah stroked her
hand down the boy's back and over the hillocks of his firm
buttocks. She patted him gently on the cheeks of his bare
bottom and motioned him to enter the room.
"In you go there's a good boy." She whispered gently as Peter
stumbled forward, his embarrassment further accentuated by her
hand on his bottom.
Sarah propelled the boy into the brightly-lit room. The
chromium of the examination table shone under the strong
lights as Sarah led the trembling youth towards a small
stainless steel podium. The podium had three steps at either
side and was used to assess the fitness and heart rates of
patients, who were made to ascend and descend the steps
several times in quick succession before heart monitoring.
Sarah had Peter sit on the podium and told him to face her.
She watched him wince as his buttocks made contact with the
cold metal. Sarah looked closely at the naked youth, his face
was bright red with embarrassment as he sat timidly before
her. She noticed that he was still covering his genitals, his
hands were pressed tightly against his groin and his knees
pressed close together.
She stepped in front of him and placed her hands gently on
either side of his cheeks. She could feel his face burning as
she lifted his head to look at her. Just open your legs so I
can step closer to you. She moved forward so that her knees
were touching his, she felt his knees move apart as she
pressed against him.
She lowered his head until his forehead was resting against
her tummy. "I'm just going to examine your hair, so you can
relax for a while. Sarah smiled to herself as she thought of
the next part of the examination. She looked over to Mari who
was holding a folded hospital gown. Mari grinned as she caught
Sarah's eye, she knew Sarah was enjoying having a young boy to
play with, both she and Sarah loved having control over their
patients, both male and female. It had been sometime since
they had a young boy on board and certainly never one as good
looking as Peter.
Peter kept his head still as he felt the hands of the young
nurse gently stroke her fingers through his hair. Her gentle
touch was playing havoc with his senses. He felt his penis
beginning to erect again as Sarah gently stroked her hands
upward over the back of his neck.
Sarah was aware of the sensual effect of her fingers. She
could feel the boy shiver as she concentrated her efforts on
the short hairs at the nape of his neck. She felt him begin to
tremble as she teased his hair, her caresses soft and gentle,
almost loving. She brushed behind his ears and over his
blushing cheeks before taking her hands away. She placed her
fingers under his chin and delicately brought his head up
until his eyes met hers. She could almost feel his
embarrassment as she looked into his eyes.
"Right Peter you seem fine there. Stand on the podium for me
and raise your arms straight above your head." She watched the
boy colour up a bright red as he looked at her and realised
that he would have to uncover himself. He could find no
worthwhile protestation as he clumsily stood up, his hands
still trying to cover his erection. He turned his back and
climbed on to the podium. Slowly he turned to face her,
acutely aware of his nakedness and vulnerability.
"Stand up straight, legs apart and stretch your hand up
towards the ceiling... as quick as you can now, we don't want
to keep the doctor waiting." Peter felt dizzy with shame as he
straightened up slowly placing his legs apart. Sarah thrilled
as Peter turned his head away from her before taking his hands
away from his genitals and stretching his arms upwards. Sarah
reached up and turned the boy's head toward her. She looked
into his eyes as he trembled and shook with shame. Her voice
was soft but firm. "Legs further apart and stretch those
hands as high as you can, there's a good little boy."
Peter was humiliated beyond belief, acutely aware of his
penis, which was standing out at ninety degrees to his body.
He could not help the tremors, which ran through his whole
body as stood naked and ashamed facing the young nurse.
Sarah looked at the trembling body of the naked boy standing
in front of her. She felt a thrill run through her body as she
stepped forward. Peter could not control the anguish and
abject dismay he felt as the nurse stood next to him, placing
her soft hands on his tummy and waist as she looked closely at
his armpits. He shivered as she ran her fingers through the
sparse underarm hair. She repeated the procedure for the other
armpit and then stood back.
"Right you can put your hands on your head now Peter and I
will check your pubic hair." Her words were designed to
produce the maximum amount of embarrassment as once more she
moved close to him and placed her left hand on his hip. She
felt him begin tremble uncontrollably as she placed the palm
of her other hand flat against his tummy.
She looked into his eyes, deliberately adding drama to the
moment as she gently smoothed her fingers down over stomach
and through his pubic hair.
Mari moved around to stand behind Peter as Sarah took her hand
from the young boy's hip and deliberately took a firm hold of
his penis. "Now stand still there's a good boy." She murmured
softly as she moved the rigid member to the side so that she
could examine the soft hairs around the base of his penis.
"My you are tense, Peter... try and control yourself there's a
good boy." Her words added further fuel to his embarrassment
as she deftly ran her fingers around the hair at the base of
his penis. Watching his face she slipped her fingers between
his legs and gently held his testicles. Drawing her hand
forward she lifted the soft sac of the scrotum and pulled his
testicles forward.
Bending low so that her face was only inches from his erect
penis, she peered at the smoothly shaven area between his
legs. She could feel his body jerk with fear as she gently
squeezed his scrotum.
"There, there, don't be alarmed I've nearly finished my
examination." Peter flinched as she pulled the foreskin of his
erect penis backwards until the skin was tightly stretched, at
the same time he felt her squeeze his testicles.
He could never in his wildest dreams have imagined having such
an intimate and humiliating examination.
"I think I will have to draw the doctor's attention to the
tightness of the foreskin."
Sarah spoke to Mari, aware that drawing further attention to
his penis would acutely embarrass the boy.
"Please have a look and tell me what you think. Mari stepped
around the podium and stood next to Sarah. She looked up into
the boy's eyes, seeing his abject dismay as she reached
forward and gently touched his penis.
Sarah took her hands away from his penis and watched as Mari
took a firm grip of the rigid member. She watched intently as
Mari drew the foreskin upward over the sensitive glans.
She felt another thrill run through her body as Mari abruptly
and deliberately pushed the skin back, causing the boy to jerk
his hips violently. "Keep still there's a good boy and let
Mari examine you." Sarah spoke firmly to the trembling boy,
aware that his knees had began to tremble.
Mari looked up at Peter and waited until his eyes met hers. "I
am sorry if you find this embarrassing, but it is far better
if we identify any problems you might have now, so that we can
do something about it."
Peter blushed profusely as Mari reached between his legs and
drew his testicles forward, her fingertips pressing on the
underside of his penis as she emphasised her words. She
continued to manipulate his penis until she felt the telltale
signs of impending ejaculation. She immediately took her hands
from his body and stood back.
Peter was so disoriented, he could hardly see the nurses
through his haze of utter humiliation and sexual sensation.
His body trembled and shook, his upper torso was one red flush
as he struggled to stay upright with his legs spread wide
apart and his hands on his head. He was acutely aware of his
penis jutting out in front of him. His erection so stiff that
it was almost painful.
He felt dizzy and near to fainting as they moved to his side
and helped him down from the podium. He was in a daze,
emotionally exhausted, as they dressed him in a short, pale
green hospital gown and tied the sting at his neck, leaving
him naked at the back. The gown was so short that, had his
penis not been erect, it would have been visible below the hem
of the cloth.
He stumbled rather than walked to the chair, which was placed
in front of the desk at the far end of the room. He was aware
of the cold metal seat against his naked buttocks as the
nurses helped him sit. "You just stay there nice and still and
I will fetch you a drink while you wait for the doctor."
Doctor Vicki Nixon was twenty-five years old. Having completed
her compulsory one-year housemanship six months ago, she had
taken a post in a small general practice, but the tedious and
uninspiring work had shown her that she would never be suited
to this type of work.
She had quickly decided to look for something more exciting.
The small discreet advertisement for a female doctor placed in
the 'Times' newspaper promised travel and an excellent salary,
but it was the carefully worded candidate requirements that
had caught her eye.
'Must be able to administer ships rule', Why not 'rules' she
thought and then she saw the line below. Please apply Capt.
Soames. Her job as Medical officer aboard the MV Sobsel had
more than fulfilled her wildest dreams.
Vicki's Story
Vicki could remember quite clearly the first moment when she
realised her unusual sexual inclination. Although at a mere
eight years old, she did not fully understand the implications
of her sexual predilections, she had began to have dreams in
which she had made her nine year old brother strip naked in
front of her.
She was never able to rationalise the dreams but had always
experienced an inexplicable thrill each time she thought about
them. Vicki kept her thoughts and her dreams to herself and it
was not until she was sixteen years old that she began to
understand some of her psyche.
Vicki and her brother Paul were very close and often played or
read together when they came home from grammar school. Vicki
had noticed for a period of a few months after her brothers
seventeenth birthday that he would go to his room and not
emerge until tea-time. One day she had gone to his room only
to find that his door was closed.
She had bent down to the keyhole and looked into the room. At
first she was confused at what she saw. Her brother was laid
naked on the bed, his back arched and his hips thrust upward
as he quickly slid his hand up and down the shaft of his erect
penis. Vicki watched enthralled as her brother masturbated.
She was even more intrigued as she watched jets of semen shoot
from the tip of his penis and land in a milky pool upon his
chest and stomach.
She quietly and thoughtfully left her position at the door and
went to her room. She felt an excitement that she was unable
to understand as she laid on her bed and thought about what
she had seen. She remembered quite vividly pressing her hand
hard between her legs and immediately experiencing her first
orgasm. Over the next few weeks she watched through the
keyhole at every opportunity.
Vicki was a bright student at school and had an ordered an
inquiring mind. Of course she had heard all the sexual talk
that goes on in school, but was not content with the girl's
talk of hearsay and innuendo.
She had one friend who she could trust. Veronica was head girl
and although she was in the year above Vicki they had become
friends.
Vicki and Veronica were certainly the best looking girls in
school and it was perhaps the natural affinity of two
extremely pretty girls that led to them becoming friends. They
both seemed to have the same views on a variety of subjects
and soon came to trust each other with their innermost
thoughts and secrets.
Even though Vicki trusted her friend implicitly she had still
hesitated before telling her about her brother.
It was a complete surprise and revelation to Vicki when
Veronica suggested punishing him.
"I have always fancied having someone so helpless that I could
do what I like with them. Blackmail is one of the oldest
crimes, but it seems like a perfect way of having some fun
with your brother."
It was then that Vicki told Veronica of the dreams she had had
from a young age. She spared no detail and was amazed when
Veronica told her that she had had fantasies smacking and
whipping both boys and girls.
"I don't think I am a sadist but I think it is a sexual turn
on. I get wet every time I think about it."
"But you don't mind which sex... I mean male or female."
"Of course not." Veronica replied. "They have to be good
looking, but I decided some time ago that I was never going to
be one of those stupid girls that just giggle and open their
legs. I intend to be very much in charge of any relationship I
have. I can tell you now I have already planned my career in
that what ever I eventually decide to do, I will make sure
that I am very much in charge."
The girls laughed together, but Vicki had no delusions that
Veronica had meant what she said.
"Do you think I could get Paul in such a position as to do
what I like with him then Veronica"
"Easily, he seems quite sensitive, remember he is in my year,
and where you are quite practical, math's, physics etc. Paul
is very much on the arts side and I have always thought that
he has a very sensitive nature."
Veronica looked at Vicki quite seriously and said. "It's a
pity you can't get something on that young maid of yours. I
rather liked the look of her when I was at your house the
other day."
Vicki smiled at her friend. "I have got something over her,
although I have done nothing about it. I saw her hand washing
some of mother's expensive underwear. My parents are away and
so I know it was Nancy who has been wearing my mother's
things."
"Well why don't we catch her out... and then we can really
have some fun. What do you think?"
Apart from catching the maid borrowing her mother's underwear
they left their plans in abeyance until the next term.
Veronica, who was a keen sailor, had been invited to take part
in offshore racing in the south of England , so would be away
for the long summer holidays.
Vicki started to visit the British library and over the next
few months explored every textbook she could find on the male
reproduction system. So intrigued was she, that before long,
she was reading books on the human sexual psyche as well as
books on anatomy and physiology. Vicki became absorbed in the
subject and decided that if she could obtain the necessary
grades she would study medicine.
Her study of the human sexual psyche not only gave her an
insight into practices of young boys, but also helped her
understand her own predilections and sexual development. Vicki
continued to watch her brother masturbate. She took great
care, not only to ensure that she was not discovered, but to
carefully conceal her new found knowledge from her brother.
Vicki bided her time before deciding how to convert her own
longings and feelings into some tangible form. She waited
until her parents would be away for several days, a practice
their parents had increased in frequency as Vicki had turned
sixteen years of age and her brother Paul seventeen. Their
parents obviously enjoyed making short trips away together,
leaving herself and her brother at home to be looked after by
their young maid.
Nancy was a young Philippine woman about twenty years old. She
looked after the cooking and cleaning of the household. Apart
from preparing their meals while their parents were away,
Vicki saw very little of her. That was until Vicki quite
deliberately walked into her room and demanded that she strip
and show her underclothes. Vicki had checked her mother's
drawers to make sure that the items she suspected the maid was
wearing were missing. She felt certain, as it was the maid's
night off and her parents were away, that she would be wearing
them to go out.
"Don't bother to lie to me." She had addressed the young maid.
"Get
your clothes off now,"
She had watched fascinated as the young maid had stripped
revealing, as Vicki had guessed her mother's panties and bra.
"Well get them off... you are not posing for your boyfriend
now!"
The maid had coloured up immediately as Vicki guessed
correctly the reason for her borrowing the garments.
Vicki watched as the maid shyly unhooked the bra, revealing
plump rounded breasts as she laid the garment on the bed.
"Don't dawdle if you want to keep your job, get those panties
off now." The maid's cheeks blushed an even deeper red as she
slowly slid the panties over the swell of her hips and down
her pretty thighs. She stooped to take the panties off and as
she stood up, Vicki was delighted to note that her pubis was
shaved bare.
Vicki boldly stepped forward and cupped her hand between the
woman's legs. The pubis felt soft and plump as Vicki squeezed
the mound of flesh gently. She felt her middle finger slip
between the lips of the labia as she caressed the soft flesh.
"Wet with the anticipation of a night having it off with your
boyfriend are you." Vicki moved closer as she spoke and gently
took the young woman's right nipple between the fingers of her
other hand. Well you will have to go without mother's
'frillies' won't you. In fact I will give you something to
wear, bend over the bed now, before I change my mind about
getting you sacked." Vicki was quite confident that the maid
would obey.
She turned towards the dresser and picked up her mother's
hairbrush. When she turned round she was delighted to see that
the maid had bent over the bed, her pretty rounded bottom was
thrust upward in the perfect attitude for a spanking.
Without preamble, Vicki brought the hairbrush down three times
in quick succession across the soft flesh of the maids young
bottom. "arggghhh...pleeease...no more" The young maid wailed
as Vicki gave her three more strokes, taking delight in the
feel and the sound of the wooden hairbrush as it bit into the
pliant flesh. "Arggghhh ooooooooooh, pleeeease nooo more.
The young maid wailed, her face pushing into the soft bedding
as she wiggled her hips and bottom, trying to ease the pain of
the spanking. "I will let you off with six for the moment, but
I will be asking you to do something for me in the near
future." Vicki spoke quietly but with authority as she watched
the young woman writhe upon the bed.
"Just to make sure that you understand the nature of what I
may ask you to do, I want you to turn over and play with
yourself until you have an orgasm." Vicki could not think for
the life of her where she had found the courage to ask such a
thing. The words seemed to have escaped from her mouth before
she had had time to think. She watched fascinated as the young
maid turned over on the bed, her bottom rubbing against the
quilted covering as she tried to ease the pain in her bottom.
"What shall I do Miss Vicki?" Her timidly spoken words
accompanied by profusely blushing cheeks. "You know perfectly
well what to do, so do it... get those legs spread well apart,
come along now I haven't got all night. Vicki remembered well
how the blushing girl had timidly pressed her hand between her
legs and gently teased the lips of her labia apart. Slowly she
had pushed he delicate fingers between the plump folds of
skin, soon abandoning herself to her own ministrations.
Vicki had watched absolutely enthralled as the young woman
began to gyrate her hips, her fingers moving faster and faster
between her legs as she brought herself to a sexual climax.
Vicki had leaned forward just as the girl began to orgasm and
casually took both of the girls nipples between her fingers,
squeezing them hard as she gasped and moaned with ecstasy.
Vicki watched, fascinated as the young maid's movements became
less erratic, bending over her she whispered.
"Remember you will do what I ask, when I ask it, without
question... do you understand. The young woman nodded as Vicki
leaned forwards and kissed her on the lips forcing her own
tongue deep into the maid's open mouth.
Vicki had formulated her plan quite carefully and
meticulously, so much so that she was quite calm as she bent
to the keyhole of the door to watch her brother. She observed
him as he stretched himself on the bed, his body already naked
as he began to fondle his penis. She waited patiently watching
him stroke his hand up and down the shaft of his penis until
it became erect. Standing up, she quite calmly opened the door
of his bedroom and stepped inside. She thrilled as a look of
pure anguish and horror appeared on her brother's face. He
tried to hide his erection, grabbing the quilt cover and then
turning over so that he was laid face down. Vicki was quite
calm as she delivered her well-rehearsed line.
"What on earth are you doing, why that's filthy Paul, how
could you do something like that?." She stood looking at him,
his naked buttocks were clenched and his hand was pressed
between his body and the surface of the bed as he tried to
cover himself. There was a look of pure horror on his blushing
face as he turned his head towards her. Vicki looked at him
coldly. "Look at you... you are still touching yourself. Come
to my room when you have calmed down or I will ring our
parents now!"
Vicki immediately turned towards the door and left the room
before her brother had time to answer. She slammed the door
shut and grinning to herself, proceeded to her bedroom.
Vicki sat at her desk and surveyed her room. She looked again
at the low beam, which ran across the ceiling of the bedroom.
The four-story town house was one of the best examples of
Georgian architecture within Chelsea and had been lovingly
preserved in every detail by her parents. Vicki had carefully
laid out several items around the room, innocent in
themselves, but an essential part of her plan. Her skipping
rope was casually hanging from the bookshelf. A three-foot
ruler was placed tidily on her desk against the pens and
crayons and she had added several items to the medicine
cabinet within her en-suite bathroom.
She turned to look at her reflection in the tall Victorian
free-standing mirror and was delighted with what she saw. She
had carefully brushed her blonde hair and had tied it back in
a black velvet bow. She wore the white shirt and navy-blue tie
that was part of her school uniform.
She had removed her bra and noted that the nipples of her firm
breasts were just visible through the material of her shirt as
she moved her body. Her pleated skirt was short and reached to
mid-thigh, revealing most of her pretty legs. She wore a
little makeup, which she had carefully applied to accent her
petite features. Her total appearance was one of a well-
groomed pretty young girl, but with a subtle hint of both
sexiness and severity.
She looked up from her desk to see her brother enter her room.
He was wearing a pair of jeans and T-shirt. She noted that he
must have dressed hurriedly as he had slipped his bare feet
into a pair of moccasins and had not fastened his belt. His
face was bright red and he looked down rather than at his
sister as he shuffled, shamefaced into the room.
"You might well look like that, I cannot believe what I just
saw you doing... you didn't even lock your door, so I suppose
you wanted the extra thrill of doing it in front of me or the
maid. Was that it?" Vicki was well aware that the last thing
Paul had in mind was to get caught out, but she also knew that
the extra accusation would lend further credibility to her
actions.
"Please Vicki, I sorry I had no idea you would come into my
room... and you know that there is no key to the door, please
don't ring our parents, I couldn't bear it if they were to
find out... I couldn't face them."
"What you were doing was disgraceful... and playing with
yourself... that is worse than being a homosexual... it is
just depraved. If you had been with a girl I could understand
you being aroused, but on your own touching yourself... urgh
how awful."
Paul although a year older than his sister was completely
taken aback by her words. He felt utterly stupid and ashamed
and at a loss for words.
"I am sorry I promise I will never do it in the house again...
I promise."
"You are right there.." Vicki looked at him, her face cold and
scathing. "You will never play with yourself again if I have
anything to do with it."
"Please don't ring Mum and Dad... I couldn't bear them to find
out." Paul's voice was almost pleading as he looked sheepishly
at his sister.
Vicki looked at him and watched him drop his head in shame.
"Look at me Paul and listen to me carefully. I am not going to
let you off the hook... what you were doing to yourself is
called self-abuse. It was dirty, disgusting and degrading. I
am going to make you an offer, I will make it only once and it
is not negotiable... do you understand.?"
There was a slight look of relief on her brother's face as he
looked down at her. Vicki kept her demeanor firm and severe.
She knew that he would accept anything rather than have his
parents find out what he had been doing. Vicki at the same
time wanted to make sure that his attitude would be
acquiescent and malleable.
"Please Vicki... anything rather than tell Mum and Dad. I
could never face them again."
Vicki raised her head and looked her brother straight in the
eye. "O.K. Listen to me... don't speak until I have finished
and then you may say whether you accept or not. If you do not
accept I will immediately telephone our parents. Do you
understand?"
Paul shuffled his feet and nodded towards his sister. He felt
utterly stupid and yet surprised and nervously impressed by
his sister's attitude. Like older brothers he had given his
younger sister little thought. He was now being subjected to a
mature attitude he had not known she possessed.
"Right... the alternative is that you will be punished by me,
not just punished but humiliated too. If you protest at any
part of it, I will take it that you do not agree to it and I
will immediately revert back to a telephone call to Mum and
Dad. I am not going to tell you what the punishment is, or go
into any other details. You may answer me now with a simple...
Yes I accept or no I do not."
Paul looked at her and without hesitation said. "Yes I
accept."
"Right, take your shirt and jeans off and give me your belt.
Don't even think of protesting or hesitating." She watched as
her brother blushed profusely, his cheeks burning bright red
as he looked at her in shock.
Vicki placed her hand over the telephone on her desk as she
observed her brother's acute dilemma. She was aware that
getting past this point was crucial. She felt a thrill run
through her body as he began to unbutton his shirt. She kept
her hand on the telephone as he continued undressing,
eventually standing before her in his boxer shorts. He stepped
forward and placed his belt on her desk.
Vicki immediately stood up and taking the belt moved around
her desk. She quickly took the belt and moved in front of her
brother. Within a few minutes she had bound his wrists with
the belt and led him to the middle of the room below the
timber beam. She made him stand on a small stool while she
hooked the belt that was left between his wrists over the old
iron cleat.
The iron cleat protruded two inches out from the beam and was
about nine inches tall. As the strap was placed over the
cleat, Paul was able to drop his wrists as the strap slid
between the iron and the beam.
"You may step down now." She told him, watching him
tentatively search for the floor with his bare feet.
Once he was stood on the floor,she took the stool away and
stood behind him. His body was stretched between floor and
ceiling with just enough slack to allow his knees to bend.
"Stand still or I will tie your feet." Her sharp command
caused Paul to try and look behind him. She noted that he
could only twist his body slightly, making the effort futile.
He hung his head on his chest, aware for the first time that
he was helplessly fastened.
Vicki walked around to face him. She noted the dejected
expression on his face as he looked at her helplessly. She
would have liked to have stripped him naked before she had
tied him up, further adding to his humiliation. She knew
however that this would have caused protestation and delay.
She continued walking around him aware of his trepidation at
what his punishment might be. She stood behind him and placed
her hand on his shoulder. His body jerked at the sudden
contact. She smoothed her hand down his back to his waist.
"Not so cocky now are we, my little 'masturbater'." She
quickly hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts
and pulled them down to his knees. Before he had time to
protest, she had them down to his ankles. "Lift your foot...
quickly now!" Without waiting she lifted his feet one by one,
taking the shorts from around his ankles.
She stood up and threw the shorts onto the desk behind her.
She leaned forward and picked up the long ruler. She moved to
his side so that she was just within his peripheral vision.
Without preamble she raised the ruler and brought it down hard
across the top of his buttocks.
Paul jerked his body as though he had been electrocuted. He
threw his head back and yelled with pain. His body twisted
from side to side, his thighs rubbing together, trying to rid
himself of the pain. Vicki walked in front of him and stood
looking at him dispassionately. After a few moments he stopped
writhing and looked at his sister.
"That really hurt, I'm on fire." He almost sobbed as he looked
at her. Vicki smiled and looked down at his genitals, noting
that his penis was flaccid. It was the first time she had
really been able to look at his naked body and she took the
opportunity to leisurely examine him from head to toe.
Paul blushed profusely as he realised where she was looking
and attempted to hide his genitals from her gaze by pressing
his thighs together.
"I don't think you are going to behave yourself are you Paul.
I think I had better tie you a little better than I have, what
do you think?"
Paul hung his head and groaned. "That really hurt, I couldn't
bear another one like that... I couldn't bear the pain."
His tone was pleading as he looked at his younger sister.
Vicki was delighted with the sight before her... her reality
far better than any dream she had had. She looked up at her
brother and raising her arm lifted his chin with the end of
the rule. "You had better mend your ways then hadn't you Paul.
I am going to leave you for a moment, so that you may reflect
on your hurt."
Vicki walked behind the naked boy and laid the rule on the
desk. She walked from the bedroom leaving the door wide open.
She crossed to her brothers bedroom and searching around his
room, located the weights for his barbells. She picked up two
medium weights and carried them back to her bedroom. She
placed them about four feet apart behind her brother's legs.
Quickly she took the skipping rope from her bookshelf and
threaded the handle of the rope through the hole of the
barbell weight and tied the end. Making a double loop she took
hold of his ankle.
"Place you feet as far apart as you can get them, come on now
or I will give you another stroke of the ruler." She ignored
her brother's groans and protestations as she looped the
skipping rope around his ankle. Leaving loose rope on the
floor between his legs, she pushed his other ankle towards the
second weight, stretching his legs wide apart. She tied a
second loop and knotted it before passing the end of the rope
through the weight and tying it. She stood up, her chest
heaving with the recent effort and stood back to examine her
handiwork.
She noted that a livid wheal had appeared across the top of
his buttocks. She had not meant to hit him so hard or cause so
much pain, but she had had no experience to ascertain how hard
to swing the ruler.
She noted that his body was trembling as she walked around
him. His feet were now slightly further back than his
shoulders and she noted with glee that his genitals hung down
freely between his widely spread legs.
He raised his head to look at her as she once more stood
facing him. His face was flushed and his forehead was wet with
perspiration, she raised her hand and stoked his cheek before
speaking gently to him.
"Right we are going to have a little question and answer
session. If I think you are being evasive or untruthful I will
give you another smack across your bare bottom, do you
understand me?"
Paul looked at her his expression almost dazed as he hung from
the beam. He blushed once more at her words.
Vicki walked around to the desk and picked up the long ruler.
She moved to stand at his side. She gently tapped his buttocks
with the ruler. "Can you feel this Paul." She tapped the
centre of his buttocks, causing him to clench the muscles.
"Yes, please don't hit me again."
"This is not part of your punishment... in fact I don't
believe I have told you how many strokes you are going to get.
What ever you get now will be on top of what I originally
intended to give you, so I would think twice before you lie to
me."
Paul hung his head he seemed unable to protest anymore. Vicki
smiled to her self as she tapped his buttocks once more.
"How many times a day do you masturbate? Don't lie to me, or
you will have another mark on this bare bottom of yours."
Vicki realised the shame he was feeling each time she
mentioned his nakedness. "Come along the truth now."
"er... twice..." His voice was almost a croak as he answered
her.
Vicki was fairly sure that this was true. From what she had
read she knew that most males woke up with an erection or
erected very soon after waking. She also knew that Paul liked
to linger in bed in the mornings and so presumed that this was
when he masturbated.
"When do you do it, come on answer me."
"er... in the mornings... and sometimes at night or when I get
home from school." His face was suffused in red from his
embarrassment.
Vicki paused for a moment before delivering her final and most
embarrassing question.
"Who or what do you think about while you are doing it."
Vicki watched the look of anguish appear on her brothers face.
He twisted his head to try and look at her. "er... I don't
think of anything really... I j'just erm do it."
Vicki knew this to be a lie, not only was it obvious from his
hesitation and the evasiveness of his answer, but she also
knew he had a crush on Veronica.
Vicki smiled to her self as she thought he could not have made
a worse choice.
She raised the ruler and swung it against the very centre of
his buttocks. She was careful to limit the force of the blow,
but still surprised to see the violence of his reaction. She
thrilled as his hips jerked forward, his penis and testicles
swinging backwards and forwards between his widely stretched
legs as he tried to alleviate the pain.
"You might as well tell me the truth, I can go on all night if
necessary, so I would think again before you lie to me."
Paul groaned, he looked utterly humiliated as he tried to turn
his head towards his sister.
"Do I have to say please I am so embarrassed."
Vicki raised the rule but instead of striking him she held it
threateningly.
"It's Veronica... erm Veronica Soames."
Vicki smiled to herself. "So you have been lusting after the
head girl at school have you and then you have insulted her by
doing your dirty deeds every day. How degrading for her, I
have a good mind to tell her."
"Oh please Vicki don't. I really am sorry I promise I will
never do it again... pleeeease don't tell her."
"I afraid that you are in no position to plead for my
discretion, instead you had better prepare yourself for your
punishment. In view of the affront to my best friend I am
afraid that the first part of you punishment is going to be
very painful for you. You only have yourself to blame so take
it like a brave boy."
Vicki realised the effect her words would have upon him as she
watched his face colour into a deep red blush. "Get that
bottom up as far as you can." She watched as Paul tried to
push his bottom backwards, his hips quivering with fear and
trepidation.
"I am going to give you eight hard strokes... brace yourself."
Vicki could not contain the thrill she felt between her legs
as she raised the ruler and brought it down in an arc against
the firm plump flesh of Paul's bottom,
"creaaaaccck" The ruler bit cruelly into the bare flesh.
Again a thrill raced through her loins as the boy's body
arched in pain, his penis and testicles swinging upwards, the
pain coursing through his buttocks.
Vicki did not hesitate. She raised the ruler and brought it
down across the centre of his buttocks. She gave him no
respite until she had delivered eight hard strokes, striping
his buttocks from the base of his spine to the sensitive
juncture between his bottom and the top of his thighs. She
felt herself orgasm as the boy screamed with pain as she
delivered the last stroke. She pressed her legs together as
wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through her body, his
screams echoing in her ears as she relished her private
pleasure.
She watched fascinated as Paul's body bucked and trembled
violently in an attempt to rid himself of the pain. His mouth
was open wide, taking in gulps of air between his anguished
groans.
Vicki quickly put down her ruler and moved to his side,
pressing her body close to his she laid her hand gently across
the cheeks of his bottom and whispered in his ear. "There my
poor baby, did I hurt you.... My... you are in a state. She
placed the flat of her other hand against his heaving chest,
slowly caressing the flesh as she let the hand slide down
until her palm was over the pubic hair above his penis.
Deliberately she moved her hand lower, stroking the soft flesh
of his penis before taking cupping her hand under his
testicles. She pulled them forward and squeezed gently as
slipped her other hand between the cheeks of his bottom. Even
through the intense pain, Paul jerked his body in anguish and
embarrassment as she handled him so familiarly.
"Please.... d'' don't." Paul blushed profusely as he felt her
fingers slip intimately between the cheeks of his bottom. He
felt her press her forefinger against the sensitive sphincter
of his bottom as she deliberately squeezed his testicles.
Vicki pushed the tip of her forefinger into the opening of his
bottom, at the same time letting go of his testicles, she took
a firm hold of his flaccid penis. She felt his entire body
shiver as she pulled the skin of the foreskin back to reveal
the sensitive glans. "Not feeling quite so naughty now are
we?" She whispered to him as she began to manipulate his
foreskin, drawing the timid flesh backwards and forwards over
the sensitive nerve ends of the glans.
Vicki pressed her breast against his body as she continued to
manipulate his foreskin. Her delicate fingers expertly coaxing
the timid flesh. "Why Paul I do believe your penis is
beginning to erect. What sort of behaviour is that for a young
boy?"
Paul could only moan incoherently as Vicki quickened her
strokes. Her finger nails occasionally scoring over the
underside of his penis as it began to erect. "What is this
then..." Vicki deliberately drew attention to his penis,
causing the boy to look down reluctantly as she took a firmer
hold upon his penis and quickly pulled the foreskin back as
far as it would go.
Paul could only mutter, his voice thick with emotion as Vicki
brought his penis to a full erection. The rigid flesh stood
out from his body as she played with his penis. She pushed the
forefinger of her hand harder against the opening of his
sphincter, thrilling as she felt it slide up into his bottom.
"Arggghhh" Paul gasped as he felt the slender finger penetrate
his bottom. His body trembled as his sister played with the
very core of his emotions, The fire is his bottom seemed to
accent his sexual arousal. He had never experienced any
sensation to compare with what he felt now. Every touch every
caress brought him to new heights of sexual sensation. His
body was stretched taught, every sinew strained as his sister
expertly used her hands upon his body.
Suddenly she withdrew her hand from his bottom and quickly
took a thick rubber band from her skirt pocket. Holding his
penis firmly, she pulled the foreskin back along the shaft and
slipped the band over the head of the penis, pulling it
downwards over the rigid flesh until it was wrapped tightly
around the very base of the shaft.
She stood back and picked up the heavy ruler. A thrill ran
through her body as she moved to stand facing him. Placing her
legs astride she looked at the naked boy before her. Extending
the ruler, she tapped his penis in an upward motion, the wood
making a slapping sound against the underside of the engorged
flesh..
"Well my dear Paul, just look at you." She heard him groan as
he dropped his head, his embarrassment clearly written all
over his face.
"Look at me Paul." Her words were spoken with a firm tone as
she observed the look of anguish upon his face.
Paul lifted his head and looked at his sister. His face was
bright red and his lips were trembling as involuntarily, he
met her gaze. A tear rolled down his cheek as Vicki once more
tapped his erect penis with the wooden rule.
"You chose to expose yourself to me... now you are forced to
do it, you are not quite so happy are you?" Paul trembled
before her, every muscle in his body strained with sensation
as he looked at his younger sister. He could not help noticing
her trim figure, her young breasts pressing against the crisp
white shirt of her uniform as she moved towards him. He
trembled as she deliberately extended her arm and gripped the
tip of his penis with her slender fingers.
"This... my dear Paul will get you into a lot of trouble if
you are not careful., although come to think of it, you seem
to be in a lot of trouble already.!"
She carefully pushed the foreskin back, stretching the skin
tightly. Paul groaned in anguish at the utter humiliation. He
felt totally exposed and unable to control the absolute
anguish he felt.
He felt his body begin to tremble uncontrollably as Vicki
stretched the skin of his foreskin back along the shaft of his
penis. He felt his penis begin to throb, nothing in his
experience had prepared him for the sensation he was now
feeling. She quickly took another elastic band from her pocket
and slipped it over the head of his erect organ. She pushed it
down the shaft until the foreskin was held back, leaving the
glans fully exposed.
Abruptly Vicki released his penis and cupped his testicles,
squeezing them gently before taking her hand away and standing
back to look at the naked boy.
"I promised that you would be humiliated and punished Paul. I
am afraid that there is worse to come. Look at yourself, your
penis is quite exposed, what a sight you look. Look at me
Paul, while I am talking to you."
Paul reluctantly met his sister's steady gaze. He blushed
immediately as their eyes met. He could feel the heat in his
cheeks as she observed him, coolly appraising his body. Paul
could only watch in horror as she looked him up and down. Her
gaze resting on his erect penis. He could only groan in
anguish as she casually flicked the end of his penis with her
fingers. His erection seemed to be beyond his control, the
elastic bands holding him firmly and accentuating his utter
helplessness.
"I am going to let you stand there, looking utterly foolish
while I decide what form your humiliation will take."
Paul groaned as she spoke, horribly aware of just how helpless
and humiliated he felt. He looked at Vicki, his face flushed
and full of anguish. His voice was almost pleading as he
spoke. "Please Vicki no more please " His body trembled with
emotion as he tried to speak.
Vicki looked at him her face passive. She stood with her legs
astride, her breasts pushed against the crisp white cotton of
her blouse as she placed her hands behind her back.
"I am going to humiliate you, as you have humiliated me. You
have been let off the worst of your punishment by my silence.
I should have told our parents and I decided not to. But you
are going to be humiliated. I am going to leave you for a
while, so you may use the time to reflect upon what you have
done." She moved towards him and cupped his chin in her hand.
Looking into his eyes she placed her other hand between his
legs and gently took hold of his testicles, delicately moving
the soft balls within his scrotum. She watched him blush
profusely as she held him. "You need to be taken in hand Paul
and I am going to make sure that you are."
Vicki deliberately squeezed his testicles and then moved away
from him. Silently she walked behind him and out of the room,
closing the door behind her.
Paul was in anguish, his whole body trembled as he stood
spread-eagled. He could not help looking down at his penis,
which jutted out in front of him. His erection held in limbo
by the elastic bands, which she had placed around the shaft.
His thoughts were in turmoil, he could neither think straight
nor stop the trembling of his body. The pain in his buttocks
reminding him of his utter humiliation as he vainly tried to
control his emotions. He began to weep, unable to contain the
tears that welled up in his eyes and rolled down on to his
cheeks.
It was twenty minutes later that the three girls entered the
room. Veronica had hardly been able to contain her excitement
when Vicki had phoned her to tell of her success in
manipulating the boy so easily. Veronica had dressed in a
white cotton shirt, her firm breasts unfettered beneath the
crisply ironed garment.
Her hair was tied back into a bun at the back of her head.
Groomed to perfection, her hair shone with health. She had
carefully chosen her clothes, as had Vicki, to a studied
effect of innocence. Her pleated navy skirt cut just above the
knee, displaying her long tanned legs. She had walked the
short distance to Vicki's house deliberately quelling the
excitement she felt.
Veronica had walked into the room first. Behind her Vicki was
prodding a reluctant maid in the back. Nancy had been told of
Vicki's plans that morning and had been reluctant to take
part, until Vicki had reminded her that if she refused, she
would accuse her of stealing her mothers clothes.
Vicki had painstakingly instructed the maid in what she would
be required to do and had made sure that she would obey her to
the letter. Nancy was carrying a small stainless steel dish,
which Vicki had asked her to fetch from the kitchen.
The three girls stood behind the naked boy. Veronica admiring
his lithe body, noted with glee the wheals across his buttocks
where her friend and laid her ruler.
Paul, had heard movement behind him but was unable to turn his
head. His face was red and tear stained, his bottom lip
trembling as he heard the familiar voice of Veronica Soames.
"So Paul, you have been a naughty boy have you, playing with
yourself while imagining all sorts of filthy thoughts about
me. Is that what you have been doing?" Veronica observed the
boy's buttocks clench as he heard her voice.
Paul shook and trembled in utter humiliation as he realised
that Veronica Soames, was not only present in the room, but
that she could see his naked body. In horror he looked down at
himself, blushing profusely as he saw that his penis was still
semi-erect. He trembled in abject humiliation as her heard
footsteps.
He turned his head as far as he could to the side, his eyes
pleading to be spared his utter humiliation. He watched as she
came within his view. Her pretty face turned towards him as
she walked around and stood facing his naked body.
"Well Paul, what have you got to say for yourself. What a
nasty young boy you have been. Vicki has told me all about it,
so don't try and deny any part of it." Veronica sharpened her
tone. "Look at me, when I am speaking to you, have you no
manners either,"
Veronica was well aware of every nuance of the boy's utter
humiliation. She thrilled as he raised his head, his eyes
betraying his utter helplessness as he reluctantly met her
steady gaze.
His horror was such that he almost fainted as she moved
towards him and deliberately took a firm hold of his penis.
She looked straight into his eyes as she squeezed the timid
flesh, noting him wince with acute embarrassment as her
fingers encircled his penis.
"Is this what you imagined me doing, holding your penis and
moving your foreskin up and down until you cum. Is that it
Paul?"
Paul groaned his humiliation complete as she gently slipped
the rubber bands off his penis, and took a firmer hold of his
soft flesh.
He tired to turn his body away from her, but was unable to
move more than a few inches as she placed her other hand
between his widely spread legs and gently cupped his
testicles.
Paul almost stood on tiptoe as she caressed the soft sensitive
skin of his scrotum, jiggling the testes around within the sac
as she looked into his eyes. "Do you feel quite so cocky
now mmm answer me you naughty little boy." Her hands busied
themselves on his penis and testicles as she waited for his
reply.
Paul could hardly speak, his throat felt dry and his lips
trembled as he tried to form the words.
"er.. er n'no em" His voice trailed off as she squeezed
firmly before letting go of him.
"You may address me as Miss. I think you have already been far
too familiar in your attitude towards me, don't you think?"
Her deliberate questioning of him was designed to cause the
maximum amount of embarrassment.
Paul groaned as he raised his head and looked at her, his body
almost weary with the humiliation he was feeling. He watched
her look down at his penis, unable to stop himself following
her gaze. To his horror he realised that his penis was now
fully erect.
Paul managed to raise his head and look at her. Veronica was
stood with her feet apart. Her hands were clasped behind her
back, accenting the firm pressure of her breasts against the
crisp cotton shirt. He managed to speak, his face turning an
even deeper red as his voice croaked an answer.
"er no Miss I am so sorry." He stammered his reply, his body
trembling with emotion as he watched Vicki and the maid walk
around him and stand beside Veronica.
Vicki looked at him, the excitement she felt hidden behind her
firm tone. "I will not prolong this any more than I have to
Paul." She looked across at her friend Veronica and then back
to the helpless naked body of her brother.
"I have decided that you will never ever play with yourself
again. I would hate to think you were touching yourself or
having filthy thoughts about my best friend." She looked
towards Veronica, their eyes meeting for the briefest of
moments and yet in that time conveying a sense of victory to
each other. Vicki turned back to Paul and continued.
"I realise that young boys build up semen in their testicles
and that you are obviously no exception. Just look at the way
your penis is sticking out." Paul blushed and averted his eyes
from his sister's gaze as she deliberately and carefully chose
her words to cause the maximum amount of embarrassment to him.
"I am not prepared to take your word that you will never
masturbate in this house again and so I am going to take you
firmly in hand." Again Vicki chose words that would cause the
maximum amount of embarrassment. "Therefore I have instructed
Nancy to milk you of your semen twice a day. She will, under
my, or occasionally Veronica's supervision, masturbate you
once in the morning and once after school. You will NOT touch
yourself ever again while you are under this roof. Do you
understand?"
Paul could hardly believe his ears, he was near to fainting as
his sister spoke to him again. "I have decided that in return
for your humiliating behaviour and embarrassing display in
front of me, that Veronica will watch while Nancy extracts
your semen from you now. I hope this will teach you a lesson.
I want your word that you will never touch or play with your
own penis again while you are living here. Come along answer
me I still have the ruler if you would like Veronica to see
you get another smack bottom."
Paul groaned, desperately trying to take charge of his
emotions. His trembling lips whispering, "I promise" as his
face blushed to an almost purple hue. His body was shaking and
trembling as he watched Vicki reach into her pockets and pull
out a pair of surgical gloves. His whole body shook and
trembled as he watched her draw them on to her dainty hands,
snapping the soft rubber against her wrists and smoothing the
thin rubber over her fingers. She reached into the metal tray
that the maid was holding and took a tube of lubricant, which
she daintily spread onto the fingers of her right hand.
"Now I understand that the prostrate gland is very sensitive
to stimulus, so while Nancy is manipulating your penis, I
shall insert my finger into your bottom."
Paul gasped as he heard her words, his whole body was in shock
as Veronica took the tray from the maid and led her to stand
in front of him. Vicki looked at Nancy and spoke sternly. "We
will have no false modesty so come along girl take hold of
him and get to work, Veronica will catch his semen in the
dish."
Vicki watched as Nancy almost timidly took hold of the boy's
penis. Her fingers wrapping delicately around the erect flesh
as she raised her other hand and looking to Vicki for
confirmation, gently cupped her hand under his testicles.
Vicki quickly walked around the naked boy and quickly
delivered three stinging smacks to his bottom. The flesh
jiggling under the force of her hand and his buttocks
immediately showed the imprint of her rubber glove.
"Relax your buttocks I won't tell you again." Vicki slipped
her hand between his bottom cheeks and quickly located the
sphincter. She teased the tight orifice, feeling him squirm as
she slipped her forefinger up into him. She could feel the
muscle close around her finger as she gently probed with her
fingertip, finding his prostate almost immediately.
Veronica looked at Nancy, noting how the girl seemed to have
lost her inhibitions as she worked the foreskin up and down
the shaft of the young boy's penis. "Now Nancy tell me when he
is about to come, I don't want to sully Vicki's bedroom by
having semen over the floor."
Nancy spoke, as her hands increased their tempo upon the boy's
timid flesh. "I'll know when he is going to come Miss." Her
fingers now expertly coaxing the erect member to a greater
stiffness than Paul had ever known before.
He could not contain his emotions, he gasped and groaned as
the fingers of the maid and that of his sister seemed to
inflame his whole body. He grunted as Vicki smoothed her
finger over the sensitive prostate gland, pushing her entire
finger up into his bottom.
"Arrggggghhhhh arrrrrggghhh." Paul groaned as he felt his
impending climax, his whole nervous system aflame with
humiliation and sexual sensation. He could not help the
involuntary jerking of his hips as he ejaculated.
"arrggggggghhhhhh oooooooohhhhhhhhh." He grunted and groaned
as Nancy aimed his penis at the waiting dish. Veronica held
the dish with one hand as she reached forward and pinched the
boy's nipple, just as he ejaculated.
He moaned and groaned, almost in a dead faint, as Nancy milked
every drop of semen, her fingers expertly drawing up the rigid
shaft of his penis, coaxing the last globs of semen from deep
within him.
He was hardly aware of what was happening as the girls untied
him and led him to a straight-backed chair. His whole body
felt drained, his humiliation so acute that his body trembled
from head to foot as he sat there, his hands in his lap as he
covered his genitals.
It was some time later that Vickie spoke to him. "Stand up and
put you hands on your head. I am going to inform you of what
lies in store for you from now on."
Almost wearily he stood up, looking pleadingly at the three
girls as he raised his hands and placed them on top of his
head.
"Tomorrow at seven thirty prompt and each subsequent
morning, you will, stand naked by your bed. Veronica or myself
will supervise Nancy in extracting your semen from you.
For your information we will use various methods, one of which
I have read about, will entail you kneeling on your bed, while
either Veronica or myself insert a finger into your bottom and
manipulate your prostate gland. Nancy of course will
masturbate you so that your semen is caught in a dish placed
below you. If you object or refuse to obey any of my, or
Veronica's instructions you will be thrashed and of course I
will tell my parents what you were doing earlier this evening.
"There is one other thing as I, or perhaps Veronica will have
to insert a finger up into your bottom, I have instructed
Nancy on how to prepare and deliver an enema. As Nancy may be
alone with you while she is doing this, I have instructed her
to smack your bottom should you not obey her instantly. Do you
understand?"
Vicki placed her hand between his legs and held his testicles
firmly. "Come along answer me yes or no, I don't want to hear
any other word from you." Paul looked at his sister
shamefacedly, he could barely stammer the word "Yes" as his
sister took hold of his penis with her other hand, her
delicate fingers squeezing hard against the soft flesh.
"Right you may go to your room and shower. Then I want you to
lay face down on your bed. Veronica will be through later to
smack your naughty bottom."
Paul looked aghast as his sister informed him of her plans.
Paul opened his mouth to protest, but was stopped by the sharp
squeeze of his sister fingers upon his genitals.
"Off you go and think yourself lucky that you are not facing
our parents right now and explaining you actions to them."
Vicki let go of him and placing her hand on his hip turned him
towards the door. She could not resist slapping his naked
bottom as he stumbled forward, almost blinded by his
embarrassment.
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2
Vickie smiled at her recollections as she moved down the ships
small medical ward. The beds were unoccupied apart from one,
where Gillian, still naked, was laid face down, her bottom
raised up by two pillows beneath her hips.
As Vicki approached the bed she laid her hand gently on the
girl's bottom, noting that the livid red marks of the strap
had faded somewhat.
"You poor baby, feeling any better now?" Vicki deliberately
slipped her fingers between the cheeks of the girl's upturned
bottom, gently probing until she was able to slide a delicate
finger beneath the plump folds of the labia. The girl shivered
as Vicki slipped her finger into her, probing gently inside
the moist orifice.
"There you lie still, and I will have one of the nurses come
and gently bathe that sore bottom of yours."
Gillian, although thoroughly embarrassed could not contain the
excitement that swept through her at the touch of the pretty
young doctor's hand. The young nurses had already brought her
to orgasm twice, once during admission, making her stand with
her legs apart, while she was being examined prior to her
seeing the doctor and then a second time as they applied a
soothing cream to her bottom.
Vicki swirled her finger twice inside the girl and then gently
withdrew her hand. She smiled to herself as she watched the
girl press her pubis against the pillows. Vicki was well aware
that the girl would be brought to orgasm once more by the time
her nurses had finished their ministrations to the girl's
bottom.
Vicki had felt tingles of excitement run through her body ever
since Veronica had told her to expect a new cabin boy in for a
medical inspection. Although she had not analysed her
thoughts, she knew deep down that she was really hoping that
he would be like Paul.
She patted Gillian's thigh and moved on down the ward. She had
dressed carefully, choosing a silk blouse that showed every
contour of her firm breasts. She had spent a good deal of time
in front of the mirror, bending this way and that, noting the
effect of her naked breasts beneath the silk of her blouse,
finally deciding to leave a further button undone. She wore a
navy skirt, dark sheer hold-up stockings and high-heeled Gucci
shoes.
She had put on a white lab coat over her blouse leaving it
unbuttoned. She took her stethoscope from her pocket and
placed it around her neck as she walked into the examination
room.
Vickie could hardly contain her excitement as she saw the
young boy sitting in the middle of the room. Perfect she
thought as she walked towards him, noting that her nurses had
quickly taken their cue and moved to each side of his chair,
A further thrill of excitement coursed through her body as the
nurses, taking the boy by each arm, bade him stand up. Vickie
examined the lean figure standing before her. Perfect
absolutely perfect she thought as she watched him suddenly
blush as he looked at her. You will be blushing a lot more
that that my dear boy by the time I have finished with you,
she thought as she stood in front of him.
One of the nurses stood behind him and quickly untied the
green hospital gown. She could feel the boy tremble as she let
the gown slide down his arms and chest, leaving him totally
naked as it dropped to the floor.
Peter immediately clasped his hands against his groin,
covering his penis and testicles as the gown was removed.
"Stand up straight for the Doctor, there's a good boy." The
nurse's voice was soothing almost a whisper in his ear as he
stood there trembling.
He had never felt so embarrassed as the doctor moved towards
him. He could not bring himself to look at her as she stood
close to him and put her hands on either side of his neck.
"So you are Peter are you" She spoke softly to him as she
smoothed her soft fingers around his neck, ostensibly feeling
his glands, but really examining his face.
He is perfect, she thought as her hands moved down over his
shoulders, feeling the smoothness of his body and noting the
firm muscle tone. She could feel him tremble as she slipped
her hands between his arms and his body, resting her hands
gently on his waist. The nurses did not need to be told what
to do. Standing on either side of him they gently took his
arms and pulled them away from his groin.
"Just stand with your arms by your sides there's a good boy
and let the doctor have a look at you." The nurse knew just
how play on the young boy's feeling of humiliation as she held
his arm to the side.
Vickie lifted her stethoscope and listened to the boy's hear.
The familiar sounds of a healthy heart, racing with
nervousness and embarrassment were like music to her ears.
"Turn around for me Peter, there's a good boy . You are going
to be a good boy aren't you." Vickie watched him blush as she
spoke the words. She was absolutely delighted with his
acquiescence as he shamefacedly turned around. He clasped his
hand to his groin once more as he turned his back to the
doctor, well aware of the interested gaze of the pretty
nurses.
The nurses quickly pulled his hands away from his groin and
placed them at his sides "Now just be a good boy and let the
doctor have a good look at you." Once again the nurse's word
were designed to further embarrass the boy.
Vickie was able to smile at the nurse without the boy seeing
her. A look of conspiracy passed between the two girls before
Vicki looked down at the boy's naked buttocks.
Perfect, she thought. Another thrill ran through her body as
she placed the stethoscope to his back, moving the cold metal
over the boy's naked flesh. Now for a good look at his penis
and testicles, she thought as a small tremor ran through her
body. She could not help smoothing her hand down his back and
over the hillocks of his buttocks before she bade him turn
around.
Peter turned around and stood facing the doctor. He groaned
inwardly as she gently placed her hands on his waist. He could
not help blushing profusely as the two nurses took his arms
and raised them, placing his arms on his head. He looked
helplessly at the young woman in front of him as he looked at
his naked body.
"Legs apart for the doctor now, there's a good boy." Richard
trembled even more as the nurses placed their hands on the
inside of his thighs and made him shuffle his legs until they
were widespread.
"There's a good boy, spread wide so we can have a good look at
you." Vickie spoke softly to him as she stepped forward,
hiding her excitement as she gently lifted his testicles. Her
delicate touch caused the boy to tremble as she held the soft
sac of the scrotum in her hand.
"There just relax and give me a nice big cough now, there's a
good boy." Peter quaked as she gently lifted his testicles and
at the same time placed the flat of her hand against his
tummy. She could feel him tremble as she drew his testicles
forward. "Now Peter, one more nice big cough and then we're
through." Vickie could see that the boy was consumed with
embarrassment. His face had seemed to brighten when se had
said that she would be through.
Little did he know thought Vickie that he would be subjected
to more humiliation and domination than he had ever thought
possible.
"There that wasn't so bad now was it." She let go of his
testicles as he coughed once more. She was most careful to
avoid touching his penis as she took her hand away from his
tummy.
"Now Peter, I am going to examine you very thoroughly. I have
to do this as we are away at sea for long periods of time. It
would be dreadful if you were taken ill and I was not able to
deal with it. So for that reason, I make sure that everyone on
board is thoroughly checked on a regular basis."
She watched his face as he blushed with embarrassment. She
could tell that he had been acutely humiliated by his
experiences so far and that her words had added to his
embarrassment.
"Now I want you to start running on the spot can you do that
for me mmm, can you Peter?" Her eyes twinkled as she spoke
to him. Peter was utterly humiliated by the thought of what
she had asked him to do. He was completely out of his depth.
Her beauty and assertive manner played havoc with his senses,
making his reply almost inaudible.
The doctor moved back and watched him as he began to timidly
move his feet up and down. Peter was immediately aware that
his penis was slapping against his thigh as he moved. He
blushed a deep red as the doctor watched his clumsy efforts.
"Come along Peter, I want you really quite out of breath by
the time you have finished. Get those knees up and go faster,
it will take you all day at that rate."
Peter blushed once more. He could feel the heat in his cheeks
as he began to move faster, raising his knees. He was
horrified to feel his penis beginning to engorge as it slapped
from side to side against his thighs.
"Come along, get your knees up higher, there's a good boy."
Vickie spoke firmly to him, watching his face blush with
embarrassment, rather than physical effort. She watched as his
penis began to fill, the soft flesh slapping and jiggling
against his body as he increased his efforts.
Peter's mind was in turmoil. His penis had begun to slap
upwards against his stomach as he raised his knees higher. His
breath came in gasps as he began to tire. He was dismayed to
see that the two nurses had moved forward to stand with the
doctor and now all three girls were watching him as he self
consciously continued his running on the spot.
Vickie looked down at his groin, aware that the boy's penis
was almost fully erected. She raised her hand and bade him to
stop.
"O.K. Peter, I think that will do. She moved forward as he
stood looking hopelessly embarrassed. A thrill ran through her
body as she placed the stethoscope in her ears and moved to
stand close to him. She could feel his hot breath against her
cheek as she placed the stethoscope on his chest.
"Now breathe deeply and let me listen to your chest." Her
words were softly spoken as she deliberately placed her hand
on his hip, keeping the boy close to her as she moved the
stethoscope over his chest and listened to his lungs.
"Turn around, there's a good boy." Vickie could feel his erect
penis brush against her hip as she let the stethoscope drop
and placed her other hand on his hip, turning him away from
her. She moved even closer, letting her breasts brush against
his back, before placing the stethoscope against his back.
"Nice deep breaths now, there's a good boy."
Peter was beside him self with abject humiliation. His body
had began to tremble as he felt the doctor casually place a
cool hand against his waist. He was acutely aware that he was
completely at her mercy.
"That seems fine." She said brightly as she once more placed
both hands on his hips and turned him to face her.
"We are nearly done and so far you have been a very good boy."
She looked into his eyes, causing him to blush once more as
she spoke to him.
"You are a well-behaved young boy, aren't you Peter." Her
words caused a further blush as she placed her hand on his
cheek. "You seem a little hot. Is it too warm in here for you.
You don't think you have a temperature do you?"
Every word she spoke seemed to heighten the boy's complete
embarrassment. His face was bright red and he could feel his
cheeks burning. He could not help looking at her, noting her
breasts pressed against the silk of her blouse and the
swelling of the firm flesh of her breasts as the material
parted, showing a deep cleavage.
"Right Peter we are nearly done and you seem fine." She
watched the relief on his face as she said those words. She
waited before speaking again, admiring his lithe body as he
trembled before her.
"Now, the nurses are going to put you on the examination table
and I am going to have a look in your ears and check your
eyes. After that I will check your tummy and then apart from
taking your samples we are all done. How does that sound, not
too bad is it? A big boy like you should be able to manage
that."
Peter felt his bottom lip tremble as he looked at her. Her
words and manner had reduced his stature to that of a child.
He could hardly see through his haze of embarrassment as the
nurses gently took his hands and led him to the table.
He could hardly cope with putting one foot in front of the
other as they stood him against the table. He was miserably
aware that his penis was still erect as he stood with his
tummy pressed against the cold chromium sides of the table.
The strong overhead lights were suddenly switched on and
illuminated the table brightly.
He looked at the stirrups at the far end of the table and at
the tray of stainless steel instruments on the trolley placed
to the side.
The nurses helped him up onto the crisp sheet, which covered
the surface of the table. He trembled as they laid him down
flat, horribly aware of his penis, which although not quite
erect, still stood out from his body, pointing towards his
tummy.
The nurse spoke gently to him as she took his arm. "I am just
going to take your blood pressure and then doctor wants a
small sample of blood from you. The nurse busied herself with
taking his blood pressure. While the tourniquet was inflated
he felt a small prick in his vein. He winced slightly as she
drew a vial of blood. She continued with pressure reading and
placed a small plaster on his arm.
"There now, that wasn't so bad was it?"
The nurse leaned over him pressing her hand onto his chest.
"Doctor is just going to look in your eyes and ears, so just
lie still for her, there's a good boy."
The nurse's pretty face was almost touching his as she leaned
over him. Peter blushed at the close proximity of the pretty
girl, unable to stop himself from blushing once more. He lay
back and looked at the strong overhead lights, which
illuminated the table.
He felt gentle hands against his face as the doctor turned his
head to the side and placed a device to his ear. Her soft
breasts pressed against his arm as she leaned over him.
Her perfume invaded his senses as she moved his head to and
fro. Her long delicate fingers were soft against his cheek as
she placed the instrument down on the trolley and took a small
torch, which she shone into his eyes. Her close proximity and
the softness of her breasts, as she leaned over him, caused
his penis to begin to engorge once more. His bottom lip
trembled as she stood back and looked at him.
"There now, I am just going to palpitate your tummy and then
we are nearly finished, O.K?" She smiled down at him, thrilled
with what she saw. His penis was almost erect and stood out
from his slim body. His skin shone with perspiration as he lay
under the strong lights. She noticed that his legs were
pressed tightly together, hiding his testicles although able
to do nothing about his penis which was almost erect.
He blushed as she deliberately placed her hand against his
tummy. The nurses had moved to his side and had taken hold of
his wrists pulling his arms slightly away from his body. She
looked at his face noting the look of utter dismay as she
began to feel his tummy.
Her soft hands moved over him, pressing and kneading the
flesh. She knew full well that her soft touch was playing
havoc with his senses. She moved her hands down his body, her
fingertips teasing the pubic hair as she continued her
examination.
She looked at his face, to see that his lips were trembling
and that his eyes were now tightly shut. She smiled at the
nurses as they followed her gaze.
"Right that seems fine, I will let the nurses get you ready
for your samples and then you are finished, how's that?"
Peter was in turmoil. He was aware that his penis stood up, no
longer touching his body. He opened his eyes, confused at her
words. As yet he was not alarmed, like most people he knew
little of medicine and had had only two previous examinations
in his life. Both of these and been somewhat cursory affairs.
He watched as the doctor moved away from the table and the
nurses placed their hands under his shoulders.
One of the nurses spoke softly to his as she helped him to sit
up. There now nearly finished.. just scoot down the bed a
little will you so that you can sit up with your legs hanging
over the end. There's a good boy."
Peter brightened visibly at the thought that his examination
would soon be finished. He quickly sat up and shuffled to the
end of the examination couch. He sat upright with his hands
over his groin trying hard to hide his erect penis. Although
nervous and embarrassed, he did not seem unduly alarmed until
the second nurse pulled the stirrups round and stood in front
of him.
His expression turned from mild curiosity to abject dismay as
she calmly placed her hands on his knees. "Right young man
just lay back as you are."
Peter did not know what to think as he lay down, acutely aware
that although his hands were covering his penis, the nurse
could see between his legs. He blushed as the second nurse
took his wrists and placed his arms so that they were
stretched out behind his head. Before he could protest the
other nurse had taken his leg and placed it in the stirrup
high above the end of the table. He shivered with dread as she
placed his other leg in the opposite stirrup and then moved
the posts forward so that his knees were bent towards his
chest.
"There just relax and I'll get doctor to just come and take a
sample." Peter blushed profusely, acutely aware that he was
rudely on display. He could feel his testicles hanging down
between his legs and was embarrassingly aware that his bottom
cheeks were stretched wide and exposed. He looked down his
body acutely aware that his penis was standing out between his
legs.
It had happened so quickly that he had hardly been given time
to protest. His voice was cracked and dry as he spoke to the
nurse.
"Er..er.. what sample Miss? I gave a urine sample earlier."
His voice stammered and he was trembling with embarrassment as
the nurse fastened his ankles into the stirrup.
"The doctor will tell you, don't worry Peter, she is not going
to hurt you." Peter looked at the nurse in anguish as she
finished fastening his ankles within the stirrups. He shivered
as she placed her hand gently against his tummy. The softness
of her hand so casually placed, accenting his utter
helplessness and complete inability to preserve any modesty.
His lip trembled as the doctor walked around the table and
stood between his widely parted thighs. He looked at her in
horror as she pulled a rubber glove on to one hand and
casually applied lubricant from a tube onto one finger of her
gloved hand.
At the same time the nurse walked around to the head of the
table and leaned her body over, pressing her soft breasts
against his upturned hands and holding his elbows firmly.
The nurse whispered to him as she pressed her body down,
holding his arms firmly in place. "Just relax, it will all be
over soon, there's a good little boy."
Peter began to tremble as the doctor placed her bare hand
casually on the inside of his thigh. The second nurse bent
forward under the stirrup holding his right leg and gently
placed her hands on each bottom cheek. Without warning, she
stretched the soft flesh of his bottom cheeks apart,
completely exposing the rosebud of his sphincter.
Peter was in anguish as the doctor pressed her finger against
the tender flesh of his sphincter. "I am just going to extract
a sample of semen from you so just be a good boy and try and
keep still." Her finger moved sensuously between the cheeks of
his bottom as she spoke. "There, there you relax now, don't
fight it."
Her words designed to cause him the maximum of embarrassment
as she pushed her finger against the tightly closed muscles of
his sphincter.
Peter began to tremble and shake as the doctor teased the
virginal opening of his bottom, her finger sending waves of
sensation through the young boys body as she teased open the
sphincter. She slid her finger in easily and quickly rotated
it until she found the plump flesh of the prostate gland. She
began to slowly rub the tip of her finger over the soft tissue
as she cupped her hand under his testicles and held them
gently.
Vickie was acutely aware that the boy was already so aroused
that it would not be long before he ejaculated. As if on cue
the nurse let go of the cheeks of his bottom and took a small
stainless steel container. She moved to the side of the bed
and almost nonchalantly took hold of his penis. She pulled the
foreskin back until the skin was tightly stretched and them
moved her hand up in a milking motion.
The doctor looked at the body of the trembling boy as he lay
before her. She spoke softly, her words designed to arouse his
senses. "There, just relax now, it will all be over soon.
Don't fight it."
Peter lost all control. The soft hands of the doctor and nurse
had aroused him to such a pitch that he began to ejaculate.
His head thrashed from left to right as they manipulated him
to fever pitch.
"There's a good boy let's have it all from you. Just let it
all come. My you are a good boy."
Her words were soft and soothing as she pressed hard against
his prostate before quickly stabbing her finger three times in
rapid succession against the plump internal gland, causing his
hips to jerk upwards and his bottom to almost lift off the
examination table. Her other hand squeezed his testicles,
pulling them upward as her fingers encased the scrotum.
At that same moment Mari looked at Sarah and nodded. Sarah
immediately released her grip on the boy's elbows and moved
around the table, taking the nubs of flesh of his nipples
between her finger and thumb. She watched for the exact moment
of ejaculation and then squeezed his nipples hard. She leaned
forward, her face just inches from his and whispered.
"There my brave boy, just relax now."
The nurse watched as the boy's semen shot into the container.
She rapidly milked him, squeezing her fingers hard against the
rigid shaft of his penis as she stroked upward, bringing the
last globules of semen to the surface.
She placed the container on the trolley and took a tissue. She
felt the boy jerk his hips with sensation as she carefully
wiped the tip of his penis.
Peter was in turmoil, his breath sounding ragged and laboured
as he fought the sensations he felt within his body. They had
in a few short minutes reduced him to a quivering, highly-
strung nervous wreck. He could not control the shaking of his
limbs or the quivering of his lips. Tears of emotion coursed
down his reddened cheeks as he lay there utterly at their
mercy.
Every nerve of his body had been stretched to breaking point.
He was acutely aware of every touch as the doctor gently
withdrew her finger from his bottom. He felt the gentle hands
of Mari stroking his tummy as Sarah leaned over placed a kiss
on his trembling lips.
He felt his penis being lifted gently from his tummy and
looked down to see the doctor delicately pull his foreskin
down the shaft of his penis and examine the sensitive glans.
"There Peter, you have been a good boy." She laid his penis
back against his tummy and walked around the table.
"I am sorry if you were embarrassed Peter, but I do need to
see that you are healthy. The nurses will unfasten you and the
I am going to let you rest for a while." She reached down and
carefully lifted his testicles in her hand. Peter blushed with
embarrassment as she looked into his eyes. "Your testicles are
still very full, so we will need to empty them again before I
can check you properly. When you are rested the nurses will
take you next door into the lab and the lab nurse will take
another sample."
Peter blushed profusely, as she rolled his testes within her
fingers, her delicate touch causing Peter to groan with
embarrassment and humiliation. She let go of him and patted
him gently on his cheek, her hand brushed against his
trembling lips before she moved away from the examination
table.
He watched as the nurses unfastened his legs and helped him to
move along the table until he was laid flat, with his arms by
his side. Sarah placed a towel over his waist and the bent
over him, her firm breasts pressed against his chest.
Don't worry Peter it will be all over soon and then you can go
and get fitted for your nice new uniform. She patted his cheek
and both nurses moved away, leaving him to gaze up at the
strong lights above him.
He was hardly able to form coherent thoughts, his
embarrassment was such that he felt he was in a stupor. He
closed his eyes - and with the combination of the fatigue
induced by his long walk that morning and his prolonged
humiliation at the hands of the medical unit, he fell asleep.
It was over thirty minutes later that he felt the nurse's hand
gently press against his shoulder and wake him. "Right up you
get and I will take you through to the lab. Look Mari has
brought you a drink. So sit up and have your drink."
Mari handed the drink to him as he sat with his legs over the
side of the table. He had been careful to keep the towel over
his groin, but still could not help blushing as he looked at
the two nurses.
The nurses walked either side of the naked boy. Sarah had
removed his towel and had held his arms as she helped him from
the table. She could feel his body trembling as they both led
him through to the laboratory. Although the nurses held his
arms, Peter had clasped his hands in front of his penis and
testicles.
As they entered, Peter blushed once more as a pretty young
girl greeted them. She looked so young and Peter could not
believe that she could be any older than himself. Her slim
body was dressed in a thin cotton lab coat. The hem of which
came only to mid-thigh, showing her tanned legs. She looked up
at him and smiled her neat face and thin-framed glasses giving
her a studious air as she looked into his eyes.
The neck of her tunic was cut low and peter could see her
small firm breasts as the material sagged open. Over her right
pocket was a badge, which simply said 'Simone Barr'
The room was small, with cases of instruments and jars neatly
placed on chrome and glass shelves which covered three of the
walls. In the centre of the room was a low medical couch,
which was covered, in a white sheet.
A tray of instruments had been placed on the chromium plated
metal desk, which stood to the side of the examination couch.
He watched the pretty girl as she stepped in front of him.
She spoke, her voice soft and with a faint trace of merriment.
"Ah you are the lamb for the slaughter then?" She smiled at
him. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I am just going to take a
little sample from you, come over here and stand in front of
me." She went to a straight-backed chair and sat down, looking
at him as the nurses led him over to stand in front of her.
She sat primly with her bare knees pressed together. She
looked up at him and smiled. "Well Peter, I can hardly have a
look at what I need to see if you have your hands covering
yourself." The nurses standing at each side of him took his
wrist and raised his arms, placing his hands firmly on top of
his head. Peter blushed profusely as the nurses uncovered him.
He could not believe that a girl, almost the same age as
himself could be doing such a thing.
"Now, stand with your legs wide apart for me, there's a good
boy. I want to feel between your legs, so get them nice and
wide." Peter blushed, utterly abashed at the young girl.
He flinched as she raised her hands and firmly took hold of
his testicles. Her hands were cool and soft, sending shivers
down his spine as she fondled his testicles in a familiar
fashion. "You are not going to be shy with me are you?" She
said as she took his penis and delicately held it between
finger and thumb, pulling the foreskin back along the shaft."
Peter blushed once more, unable to cope with the emotion of
his acute humiliation at the hands of the young girl. He
jerked his hips as she let his penis go and once more hefted
his testicles in her hand, jiggling the soft balls within the
sac.
"I think I can empty you sufficiently in one go, but I will
need your full co-operation, Peter." He blushed as she looked
up at him. He could see her breasts as the vee of her tunic
moved away from her body as she moved. He could not help
looking down at her hands as she held his testicles, pulling
the scrotum forward as she examined them.
He blushed profusely as she gave his testicles a squeeze
before letting them go. She stood up, her breasts brushing
against him and moved over to the other side of the
examination table. "Right Peter, I want you on the table on
your hands and knees. Facing that way." She pointed to the
opposite end of the table, so that he would be facing away
from her desk." He blushed and stumbled over to the table,
almost resignedly letting the nurses position him. His face
was bright red and his body was trembling as they finally got
him into position. He could not cope with the embarrassment.
His body trembled and he could feel the tears well up in his
eyes as knelt upon the table. They had spread his legs wide
apart so that his knees were almost at each side of the broad
table. He had been made to go down on his elbows and a firm
padded support had been placed under his chest to lessen the
weight on his arms.
Almost immediately Simone had moved behind him and without
preamble, had started to smear lubricant around the entrance
to his anus. He felt one of the nurses gently stroke his back,
her fingers softly following his spine and then the soft palm
of her hand stroke tantalisingly over the soft skin of his
upturned buttocks.
Peter grunted as suddenly the young laboratory nurse pushed
her finger against his sphincter. He could not help trying to
clench his buttocks as she pressed firmly against the tightly
closed opening. Peter trembled as he tried to evade her
finger. He jolted in surprise and humiliation as the young
girl smacked him firmly on his upturned bottom. "Now Peter, I
want you to co-operate fully. If you don't I will have to
insert a catheter into your penis. So just be a good boy now,
will you."
Sarah looked at him as the nurse smacked him, she felt a
thrill run through her body as the boy turned bright red and
began to tremble visibly. She sat down on the end of the couch
in front of his head. She took his head gently in her hands
and shuffled her bottom towards him and lifted his head. She
pulled up the hem of her white tunic so that she could lay his
head to the side as it rested against her bare thighs.
She began to stroke his cheeks, brushing away the tears of
humiliation. She caressed his shoulders, her soft hands
stroking him as one would a wounded animal. There, just relax
your bottom and it will all be over before you know it. She
held his head tightly as she saw Simone nod to her, feeling
the boy grunt as suddenly Simone's finger slipped up into his
bottom.
"Now just relax Peter, there's a good boy. Simone spoke firmly
to him as she rotated her finger applying lubricant inside the
tight orifice of his bottom. Peter began to tremble violently
as Mari reached beneath him and took hold of his testicles.
She placed a metal dish beneath him and then grasped his penis
firmly. Now just relax your bottom a little more for Simone so
that she can get at you properly. Mari began to manipulate his
penis, pulling the foreskin down over the glans and then
quickly pushing it back up until the skin was stretched tight.
She felt the boy begin to tremble violently as Simone pushed
firmly before withdrawing her finger from his bottom,
She picked up an object from the tray on her desk. It was a
black shiny rubber cylinder, about two and a half inches long
with a bulbous end. The body of the Anuco device tapered to a
small waist of about a quarter of an inch diameter and then
flared to a flange. The front of the device was rounded and at
the back of the object there were two plastic tubes, one which
was attached to a small compressor. The second tube was
attached to a small rubber bulb, which when squeezed, would
inflate the bulbous tip. The middle of the tubular device was
made of a soft concertina rubber. Simone was well used to
using the insert. She had used it in the bottoms of several of
the girls on board ship as well as the previous cabin boy. She
pressed her foot down on the start button, which was on
attached to the top of the compressor. She waited until the
hiss of compressed air quieted to tell her that the cylinder
was full. She moved the valve on the back of the device and
watched as the bulb of black rubber moved slowly backwards and
forwards, extending the device to six inches in length. She
squeezed the bulbous tip until it was deflated and then turned
off the valve and looked at the two nurses. Both Sarah and
Mari nodded to her as she placed the Anuco in between the
bottom cheeks of the trembling boy.
Mari, let go of the boy's now erect penis and leaned over him.
She placed her hands gently against his bottom cheeks and
stretched the buttocks apart. She felt him tremble beneath her
as Simone touched the entrance to his anus with the tip of the
Anuco.
Sarah held his shoulders and whispered softly to him. "Now
just try and relax your bottom let the muscles go slack and
this won't hurt a bit." Peter trembled at her words and at the
increasing pressure of the device pressed against his bottom.
Simone squeezed more lubricant on to the end of her finger and
smeared the entrance to his bottom, pushing her finger hard
against the sphincter. She watched as the device pressed open
the muscle, stretching the skin over the rounded tip. She
pushed harder and observed the muscles of the boy's sphincter
contract over the slim taper. She smiled as she heard him
grunt with the rude intrusion to his bottom. The device was
now firmly fixed, the sphincter compressed against the
narrowest part of the tube.
Peter felt his bottom being penetrated, his anguish swelled by
the sharp words of the laboratory nurse as she addressed him.
"There that didn't hurt a bit did it. I am going to make you
ejaculate now, I want you to try and relax and let it happen.
If you do as you are told I will only have to do this once.
Are you going to be a good boy?" Peter could hardy bring
himself to answer. He managed to stammer as Sarah gently
stroked his head, her fingertips gently teasing the hair on
the back of his neck.
"er er.. yes.. er Miss." His voice was cracked and his lips
trembled as he spoke.
As if on cue, several things happened at once. Mari placed her
hands beneath the boy and began to gently stroke his tummy,
her hands moving over his skin sensuously. She stroked gently,
her long fingers moving through his pubic hair, over his tummy
and upward to caress his nipples. Sarah held his shoulders
firmly with one hand while caressing the back of his neck with
the other. She watched as Simone squeezed the rubber bulb of
the Anuco insert. She could feel the boy try and rear up as
the bulbous tip of the insert was inflated inside him. She
felt his body tremble from head to foot as Simone casually
squeezed once more knowing full well how large the bulbous tip
inside him would be inflated. She nonchalantly stroked her
hand over his buttocks before sitting down at the end of the
examination table.
She gently took hold of his testicles in one hand, and then
wrapped the fingers of her other hand around the erect shaft
of his penis. "Right Peter, we are all ready, try and be a
good boy and let yourself relax. You will feel some movement
in your bottom, it is merely to help you ejaculate fully. Are
you ready?" Simone knew that her words were causing the boy to
blush profusely, she could feel his penis throb between her
fingers as she stretched the foreskin upward, her hand
eventually pressing against his pubic hair as she exposed the
glans fully.
The expert manipulation of his penis by the laboratory nurse
and the skilful hands of Mari and Sarah stroking his body, had
his nerves on a knife edge. He groaned as Simone used her
hands, expertly ensuring that she produced the maximum amount
of sexual sensation within his body as he knelt with his legs
widely spread. He was almost beside himself, his mouth open
wide and gasping for breath as the girls played with his
deepest emotions. Simone felt the first quickening throb from
his penis as she began to move her hand more rapidly. She
immediately squeezed his testicles and tapped her foot on the
button of the compressor. Mari saw Simone press the switch and
quickly drew her hands from underneath the trembling boy,
pressing hard against the small of his back. She felt him try
and rear up as the insert expanded inside him, pushing the
inflated bulbous tip up into his anus.
"arrgggghhhhhhhhh ooooooohjhhhhhHHH " He bucked and writhed
unable to escape the myriad of sensations he felt throughout
his body. The Anuco insert moved methodically back and forth
inside him as Simone expertly manipulated his penis.
"Arrrggggghhhhhhh . Arrrggghhhhhh arrrggghh" He screamed and
gasped for breath as Simone manipulated him to the point of
ejaculation. Quickly she motioned to Mari as the boy began to
ejaculate into the stainless steel tray placed beneath him.
Mari raised her hand and quickly delivered three stinging
slaps to his buttocks. Although the boy was frantic with
sensation, Simone's voice was cool and calm as she spoke to
him. "There's a good boy, let it all come out my you are a
good boy." Her softly modulated voice and her words of praise
causing him even greater sensation. Simone watched as squirt
after squirt of semen was ejaculated into the waiting dish.
"Arrrgggggggghhhhhhh pleeeeeeaaasseee mmmm iiisss mm
miss." Peter cried, his whole being racked by the agony of the
ecstasy.
He was shaking from head to foot as Simone casually squeezed
his testicles, before taking her hand away and squeezing the
rubber bulb. She watched unmoved as his head reared up from
Sarah's lap and he screamed.
"Arrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh arrrrrrggggggghhhhh." His body was
trembling and shaking violently as the inflated insert
methodically moved backwards and forwards inside him.
His hips shuddered involuntarily as Simone extracted the last
vestiges of his semen. She tapped her foot against the
compressor switch and turned the valve on the bulb, releasing
the air from inside the inflated rubber head of the insert.
"There, there you are a good boy, I am just going to squeeze
you and then we are all done." Mari and Sarah held his body
firmly as Simone deftly squeezed her finger against the base
of the shaft of his penis and milked him. At the same time she
squeezed his testicles, her delicate fingers encircling the
entire scrotum. Mari took her cue and without preamble pulled
the Anuco insert from the boy's bottom. She knew his sphincter
would be stretched wide over the thicker part of the insert as
it was pulled out.
"ArrrrrrggggghhhhhhHHHHH." Peter screamed as he felt the
consecutive pain in his testicles and his bottom. He shuddered
as his penis throbbed with a dry ejaculation. "There's a good
boy my you have been a good boy." Simone cooed as she gently
released the pressure on his testicles and lessened her grip
upon his penis. Sarah stroked the boy's face gently, his
distraught state eliciting a pang of sympathy from her as he
trembled and gasped for air.
The girls held him for several moments before turning him over
and laying him gently on his back. Mari wet a cloth with warm
water and began to bathe his penis, carefully avoiding the
sensitive glans. She parted his legs and wiped his bottom as
one would a child. "There you rest now and then, after the
doctor has seen you, you can go and get measured for your nice
new uniform mmm?
She noted the tears of relief in his eyes as they calmed and
soothed him with their gentle touches and softly spoken words.
It was perhaps ten minutes before Peter was once more standing
in front of the doctor. The nurses had helped him from the
examination table and had, much to his embarrassment, held his
penis forward and washed his genitals with a flannel.
"There that's better", the doctor said brightly as she cupped
her slender fingers around his testicles. "They are still
rather full, but I can feel the spermatic cords sufficiently
to be able to pronounce you fit and healthy. Now the nurses
will take you through to the front office and after you have
had your vitamin injections someone will take you to get you
your uniform."
Peter was blushing profusely as the doctor hefted his
testicles once more, before letting him go. She put her hand
under his chin and looked him in the eye. She was delighted
with what she saw, his youthful face suffused in red his eyes
timid and acquiescent, a perfect find, she thought as she
patted his cheek before she gestured to the nurses that they
could take him. She resisted the temptation to slap his firm
buttocks as they turned him around and led him out of the
surgery.
Peter could not help trembling as the nurses, led him through
the surgery door and into the front office. He managed to hold
his hands in front of his genitals as he once more faced the
young secretary. The nurses, who were standing on each side of
him, took his wrists and placed his arms by his sides. He
blushed profusely as she coolly looked him up and down, her
gaze dwelling on his genitals before once more looking him
straight in the eye. "Stand up straight Peter, there's a good
boy". Her words brought him more humiliation as he stood
trembling before her. "I will take care of him now, if you
would bring the B,D and C." She smiled at the nurses as she
spoke. Peter stood facing her, his hands tightening against
his sides as the nurses left him and walked back through the
surgery door. He wanted, more than anything to cover himself
and yet he dare not. Instead he looked down at his feet,
feeling unable to look at the young girl. "Right young man,
come over here and let me see to you." Nicki was well aware of
the effect of her words upon the trembling youth. She took his
arm and led him to her desk. He was acutely aware that his
penis was beginning to engorge as she laid a hand on the
hillock of his bottom cheeks, holding his arm with her other
hand. "Right, bend over the desk put your hands on the edge
and place your feet apart .She watched his face colour up to
an even deeper red as she reluctantly stretched out his arms
and placed them on the edge of the desk. Nicki bent over the
trembling youth, her breasts pressing against his back as she
pushed his arms out from his body so that his head was almost
touching the desk. "Now lets have your legs spread wide apart"
She stood up and deliberately slapped the cheeks of his
bottom, before he was able to move. "Come along now, get those
legs nice and wide." Richard trembled with embarrassment as he
shuffled his feet until they were well spread. Nicki knelt on
one knee and tapped the inside of each thigh as she prompted
him. "Come along you can do better than that." She placed the
flat of her palm against the cheeks of his bottom, as if
intending slapping him again. She felt him begin to tremble as
he struggled to spread his feet even further apart. Peter was
acutely aware that the girl now had a perfect view of his
penis and testicles as she knelt behind him. To his horror she
casually cupped his testicles in the palm of her hand, her
smooth fingers causing his body to jerk as she rolled the
testes in her fingers. "Keep still, you are not going to
disobey me again are you young man?" Peter could hardly speak
through his haze of embarrassment. "err no er miss" His
humiliation now manifested in the bright red cheeks of his
face and his stammering voice. He could not help gasping as
the young girl's slender fingers firmly squeezed his
testicles. He felt his penis begin to stiffen to a full
erection as suddenly the door behind him opened and to his
further dismay he heard the sound of another woman's voice.
"What have you got there Nicki?" The woman laughed as she
moved into the room and greeted the young secretary. Peter
began to tremble visibly at the utter embarrassment of being
bent over the desk naked acutely aware of his widely spread
legs and the view the woman would have of him. Nicki turned
and smiled at the woman, giving Peter's testicles a squeeze
before letting go of him. "A naughty young man that won't lift
his bottom up for his injections. Are you ready for him?" Joan
smiled at the young girl. She already knew the humiliation
that the young man must have suffered during his medical and
was not the least bit surprised to see his blushing face, or
for that matter, to see him bent over the reception desk with
his legs spread obscenely apart, or that he was stark naked.
She could clearly see the rosebud of his sphincter and that
his penis was erect. She looked at Nicki and gave an approving
look.
"Well you don't seem to be having any trouble in handling
him." She laughed as she walked to stand beside the naked boy
and look down at his blushing face. Peter could not help
looking at her as she bent her head forward so that her pretty
face was in his line of vision. "My, you are a good looking
young man, I am sure the girls will be delighted when they get
a look at you." Peter shivered as the woman placed a hand
gently on his shoulder, her lovely face now only inches from
his as she spoke softly to him. The sweet scent of her perfume
pervaded his senses as she stroked her hand over his back.
"Now you let the nurses attend to you and then I am going to
fit you for your new uniform." Peter could barely mumble a
reply as he felt his penis begin to throb violently.
His trembling became more pronounced and he began to shiver as
once more the two nurses came back into the room. His
embarrassment knew no bounds as he felt their hands upon him.
Softly stroking the cheeks of his bottom before antiseptic was
applied to his tender flesh. They swabbed both buttock cheeks
before he suddenly felt the sting of a needle enter the soft
flesh of his bottom. A second then a third needle quickly
followed causing him to try and rear up with the pain as both
nurses simultaneously injected him with vitamin. Nicki placed
her hands on his shoulders, preventing him from moving as the
syringes were emptied into his quivering bottom. He felt them
rub his cheeks as the needles were removed. "There now you are
all done, up you get and Miss Crawford will measure you for
your uniform. Through his haze of utter embarrassment, Peter
was aware of gentle hands lifting his body up from the desk
and turning him to face the new woman. His face was bright
red, as he stood naked in front of her, utterly humiliated and
drained of any pride he shivered as she looked down at his
genitals. He could not help following her gaze, acutely aware
of his throbbing erection as she examined him. "Well you are a
fine looking boy, I am sure you will be a credit to the ship
in your new uniform." She smiled at him, watching him blush as
she caught his eye. "My you are a shy one."
"Oh, sorry Miss Crawford" Nicki interjected as she watched the
woman examining the boy from head to foot. "I just have to do
the visuals for his records, it wont take a moment" "Come
along Peter, I have just one more thing to do before you are
finished." Nicki looked at his blushing face and then lowered
her head, looking downward towards his genitals. She took him
by the arm and led him to a door at the far end of the office.
Peter stumbled forward feeling totally humiliated and dazed as
she pushed him through the door. "Now stand and face me,
there's a good boy and stand with your feet together."
Peter was found himself standing in a narrow corridor. Bright
lights shone above and to the side of him. He could not see
the beyond the light and so was unaware of the pedestal tripod
or the remote controlled Nikon digital camera that was
focussed upon his naked body. "Right young man stand up
straight." She said as she put her hand under his chin and
lifted his head. "Now lets have a look at you." Peter blushed
profusely as the girl let go of his chin and stroked her hand
down across his chest and tummy before deliberately cupping
his testicles in the palm of her hand. "Stand straight, I
won't tell you again."
She said sternly as she pulled his scrotum forward and away
from his body, placing her other hand on his throbbing penis.
"Keep still now." Deftly she pushed the foreskin back along
the shaft of his penis. "Now stay completely still, there's a
good boy. Quickly she took a small controller, which was
hanging just inside the door and stepped away from the naked
youth. "Completely still now until I say you can move. She
pressed the shutter control twice and then moved towards
Peter. "Right face to the left, as you were before, but spread
your legs apart, come along, quickly now. She helped position
the boy, aware of his utter humiliation and helplessness.
"Chin up, that's the way now, she deliberately tapped his
penis several times with tips of her fingers, watching as even
more blood flowed into his straining manhood. She took two
more exposures and placed the controller back on its hook.
"Right young man, you can go with Miss Crawford and get your
uniform. She took his arm and led him back into her office.
She noted with delight that his penis swung from side to side
as he walked.
Peter blushed once more as he faced Miss Crawford. He could
not help looking at her beautiful face as once more she
examined him from top to toe. She turned to the young
secretary and gestured towards the naked youth. "Do we have a
gown for him, I will have to take him down the corridor to the
work room?
"I will get you one." Nicki replied, her eyes sparkling with
amusement. He doesn't seem to be able to control himself at
all does he? Peter blushed once more at the reference to his
erection. He had been so nonplussed at the preceding events
that he had given no thought as to whether to ask to leave or
to offering any resistance to his prolonged humiliation. He
stood quietly, his body trembling and occasionally shivering
with emotion as Nicki returned from the cupboards with a green
hospital gown. Quickly she placed his arms in the sleeves and
moved behind him to do up the ties at the back. Deliberately
she left the bottom two ties undone, so that his bottom was
plainly visible.
Peter looked down at himself. His erect penis was pushing out
the front of the hospital gown. He groaned with horror as he
realised that that the gown was only just long enough to cover
his genitals and that his erection was pushing the material
out in front of him. He groaned inwardly as Miss Crawford
gently took his arm and led him into the corridor.
The room was large and brightly lit. There were several
workbenches set across the middle of the room; these were
surrounded by freestanding shelves upon which were neat piles
of clothing. The walls of the room were completely covered
with chromium plated cupboards and shelves containing shirts,
trousers, socks, deck shoes and underwear. Below the shelves,
uniforms were hung from long brass rails. The worktable tops
held a variety of sewing machines, presses and assorted rolls
of materials. It was not these things that caught Peter's eye
as he was led into the room, but the tree young girls that
were seated behind the workbenches. He could not help blushing
profusely as they looked up at him. He was aware of a snigger
from one of the girls as Miss Crawford bade him stand in front
of the worktables.
"Now girls, this is Peter and we need to get him fitted out in
his uniform as quickly as he can. If Sylvia and Jennifer
would measure him for a ratings uniform, Patricia can go and
get the items. He will need a complete set of underwear, socks
and shoes etcetera and one complete set of toiletries. Come
along girls, I want him ready for the Captain within half an
hour."
Peter looked aghast as two of the girls approached him.
Although his erection had subsided, he was acutely aware of
the shortness of the hospital gown and the fact that his
bottom was uncovered.
Jennifer looked boldly at him as she picked up a tape measure,
her slender figure moving gracefully as she walked from behind
the worktable. Sylvia stood up and followed. Both girls had
amused smiles on their pretty faces as they moved toward the
trembling youth. Peter blushed profusely; turning his head to
protest as he felt Miss Crawford swiftly undo the ties of his
gown, her fingers moving quickly until all the ties were
undone. "Oh please Miss please" Peter turned his head and
looked pleadingly at her as she moved to his side.
"My you are a shy one, it will only take a minute so just be a
good boy." Deftly she pulled the gown from his shoulders and
let it drop to the floor. Peter immediately clasped his hands
over his genitals and pressed his knees together in utter
humiliation as the two young girls approached him. He was in
absolute anguish as Jennifer and Patricia moved to each side
of him, their delicate fingers gently reaching for his wrists
and pulling his arms to his sides.
Peter began to tremble uncontrollably as Patricia stroked her
hand over his back and down over his bare bottom. "My you are
in a state, we wont bite you." Her soft voice only seemed to
heighten his agitation as she stood back and looked at him.
Peter could hardly see through his haze of abject
embarrassment and humiliation as the girls began to handle
him. He shuddered as Patricia raised his arm and made him hold
it out straight to the side while Jennifer measured the
distance from his shoulder to his fingertips.
Their soft touches were too much for him and try as he might
he could not stop his penis from erecting once more. He was
blushing profusely, his head feeling as if it were on fire as
he caught the girls looking down at his penis and smiling to
each other. Patricia and Jennifer were enjoying themselves as
they handled the young boy. Jennifer deliberately stood behind
him and placed the tape measure around his chest, her gentle
fingers stroking his flesh as she reached around him. She
delighted in pressing her young breasts against his back as
passed the ends of the tape measure to Patricia.
Patricia could not hide her amusement as she took the ends of
the tape. Moving closer she read the measurement out to Miss
Crawford. She could feel the boy's rigid member pressing
against her thighs; deliberately she moved her body so that
the material of her dress brushed against the very tip of his
penis.
Peter shuddered as the intimate contact of the two girls
pervaded his senses. "argghh " He could not help groaning as
Patricia deliberately brushed against his penis. He was
trembling from head to foot as the girls finished measuring
his upper body. They stood back and looked at him their
searching eyes taking in every inch of his body
"You are a very beautiful boy Peter, I hope you are not going
be a naughty boy while we measure you down below now!"
Jennifer's words could have not have been chosen better. Their
immediate effect was plain to see upon the boy's face. His
bottom lip was trembling and his torso trembled with
embarrassment, as they looked him up and down. They had placed
his hands by his sides and had prompted him to stand upright
Miss Crawford looked at the scene before her. A Naked boy his
penis erect and throbbing with sensation being handled as if a
child by two girls who, no older than the boy himself, had
complete authority and command over him.
Peter looked at the girls; he could no longer control the
trembling in his limbs, as they both looked his body up and
down. He had lost any sense of self-esteem or worth, as he
stood naked before them. Little had he imagined a few hours
ago, that he would be subjected to such embarrassment,
humiliation and degradation.
Patricia felt a pang of pity for him as he stood before her.
She felt a desire to take him gently in her arms and kiss him.
Thoughts of what else she would do to him filled her mind as
she moved closer to him and gently lifted his chin.
Looking him straight in the eyes, she spoke softly to him.
"Now Peter place your hands on your head and then stand with
you legs apart, Jennifer needs to place the tape measure
between your legs." Patricia was sure that she could feel the
heat from his cheeks as he blushed a deep crimson.
She stood back and watched as the trembling boy slowly lifted
his arms above his head and began to shuffle his feet apart.
He shuddered as he felt the first contact of the girl's
fingers as she cupped her hand beneath his testicles and
lifted them gently in the palm of her hand.
"Just keep still while Jennifer places the tape measure
between your legs, there's a good boy." The tone of her voice
was soft and endearing as she gently lifted his testicles.
"There's a good boy." Peter trembled at the pure humiliation
of his position as Jennifer quickly knelt down in front of him
and placed the tape measure between his legs. He could feel
her soft hands touching the insides of his thighs as she
measured him. She moved around behind him and knelt once more,
this time passing the tape measure around his hips. He
shuddered as she brushed her hand against his erect penis
before bringing the ends of the tape back around to the centre
of his bottom cheeks.
Peter was close to fainting as Patricia casually took hold of
his penis in her other hand. "Here let me move this out of the
way for you Jennifer, so that you can measure him properly."
Peter felt his knees begin to tremble and his penis start to
throb violently as Patricia held his rigid member in her
delicate fingers.
"Just keep still we are nearly done." Patricia whispered
softly to him as she gently squeezed his penis and testicles.
Miss Crawford looked on as the girls continued measuring the
young boy. He really is beautiful, she thought, quite a find
and so submissive and acquiescent, an ideal play toy for out
two young misses. Miss Crawford however, did not mean the two
young girls that were now humiliating the young man.
Half an hour later and Peter was stood in front of a full-
length mirror. He was dressed in a perfectly fitted white
naval uniform. His deck shoes were white as were his socks and
underwear. Even through his embarrassment and humiliation he
could not help looking at the perfect fit of his uniform.
He had had no time to consider his position or to give any
thought to perhaps leaving the ship to avoid the humiliation
he had received. Now as he looked at himself he began to
wonder what would happen to him now.
Sylvia, the third girl, who had fetched his various items of
uniform and helped him dress, interrupted his thoughts. He
blushed as she looked at him, remembering the way she had
slipped her hand inside the waistband of his underpants,
asking whether he had enough room inside the cotton boxers.
" I am going to take you up to the Captain and then show you
your cabin. Her pretty face broke into a smile as she looked
up at him. "Don't worry, no one is going to bite you, cheer up
there's a good boy." Peter blushed at her words and was
grateful when she moved in front of him and led him out of the
room.
Chapter Two
He had been provided with a spacious cabin, which was serviced
everyday with clean sheets and towels. He had noticed that as
toiletries ran out, they were automatically replaced. His own
clothes had been returned to him, washed and pressed as well
as an extra uniform, drawers full of clean underwear and socks
and two extra pairs of deck shoes. His immediate superior was
a girl named Gillian, who ran the small galley. Their
responsibilities consisted of providing drinks and a variety
of sandwiches and hor's deuvres to the ships crew. Peter
thought that Gillian was an excellent person to work for. She
was kind and laughed a lot and had Peter feeling quite at
ease. Her good looks matched those of the rest of the girls
that Peter had met. He had never seen so many pretty girls
before and could not help blushing sometimes as he served
their drinks.
His only embarrassing moment had been afternoon, meeting the
young medical secretary as was serving canap‚s in the
officer's mess. He had blushed profusely, avoiding her gaze as
he had served her drink. The recollection of his treatment
within the medical centre was an all too vivid and
embarrassing memory for him. Nikki had smiled to herself as
the blushing boy served her drink. If only he knew, she had
thought to herself. Peter still had no idea that he was the
only male on board ship.
The Captain had ensured that, after Peter's initial
embarrassing introduction to the Sobsel, his life aboard ship
appeared normal. He had taken up his duties as cabin boy under
the supervision of Andrea, the chief stewardess. His duties
consisted mainly of serving drinks to the ships officers while
they were off duty and helping with the preparation of the
owner's stateroom. As they sailed south he had been left to
carry out his duties without hindrance and indeed his life
aboard the Sobsel suited Peter down to the ground.
It was Saturday morning as they neared the private Sicilian
port. The crew had readied the staterooms ready for the
owner's embarkation and had been told to muster for inspection
at 0:800 hours. Peter had left his cabin early and had made
his way to the rear deck. "Come along Peter, I am glad you are
early I want to have a good look at you." He turned towards
the captain, his face already blushing as she looked at him.
"My, you do look smart in your uniform" Veronica almost cooed
as the young boy stood before her. She noted that his hair was
brushed to a shine and that his uniform was crisp and new. "I
must compliment you on your appearance. I am sorry that I have
not had time to see you since your interview, but as you are
aware there has been a lot of preparation to take care of."
Peter blushed again, as the captain once more looked him up
and down. He was aware, not only of her interested gaze, but
also of the other girls who were gathering on the deck.
Beautiful girls had always overawed him and now he seemed to
be the centre of their attention. He looked a round to see
that the deck was filling up with the female crew of the
Sobsel. He had become aware that there were no male personnel
with duties on the upper decks, but was still unaware that he
was the only male in the entire crew.
Peter stood awkwardly as Veronica moved closer to him, her
perfume and close proximity causing him to blush profusely.
"Just turn your head Peter, I want to look in your ears."
Peter was nonplussed as her gentle fingers held his head,
turning it one way then the other. He could not help look
around as she let him go. His face was burning with
embarrassment as he saw some of the officers smiling at him.
"You have obviously been very thorough in your toilet, why
don't you go and see Andrea over there and she will show you
where to line up for the welcome inspection." Veronica smiled
as she turned away, wondering what her employer would think to
her new acquisition to the crew; after all it was her
employer's orders that had prompted her search for someone
like Peter!
Kate watched her two daughters as they exited the back seat of
the Bentley Turbo. At sixteen years old the twins were already
six inches taller than she was. The two girls stood side by
side, their perfect bodies appearing slim and lithe, as they
opened the door for their mother. They were the product of a
short two-year marriage between their mother and a French
industrialist. Kate's divorce had been quiet, reasonably
amiable and most importantly unpublicised. Although the
marriage had been a failure, Kate had no regrets. Two
beautiful daughters and one point seven billion pounds
sterling had been ample compensation for her brief spell of
unhappiness. It had been the time of her marriage that had
shown Kate that she liked women better than men. At the same
time she had also discovered that she enjoyed wielding a cane.
She smiled as she remembered her husband walking into the
bedroom on that Tuesday afternoon, his face an expression of
incredulity as he saw his wife with her cane raised above the
naked buttocks of one of their young maids. Kate often laughed
at the thought that she might have explained the incident away
as overzealous discipline had it not been for the large black
dildo's that were protruding from the maids bottom and freshly
shaven pussy.
Kate's daughters had grown up in a style, which few are
privileged to. From the inevitable 'Norland' nanny right
through to the finishing school in Geneva the girls had
matured far beyond their years, Money had given them an
insight to life that was far beyond the scope of everyone but
a select few. They had inherited not only the wealth but also
the beauty of their mother. Slim and lithe with perfect
features they exuded a sensuality belying their years. Their
morality was also on a different plane to that of other
mortals.
Kate had felt surprised and yet fatalistic when she had found
them at fourteen years old, naked and unashamedly lying on her
bed with their heads between each other's thighs. She had
watched them as they licked and nibbled, their bodies
stiffening as they both climaxed simultaneously. Issolde had
merely raised her head from between her sister's thighs and
looked at her mother. "This is O.K. for now mother, but you
will have to find us a boy soon." Kate had been too shocked to
speak as Anthea raised her head and drawled lazily "Yes
mother and one with a big cock."
Kate realised that sooner or later a scandal would be
inevitable. She eventually, with the help of a friend and
confident, found the perfect solution; a way of isolating the
twins until they were more mature and the provision of an
environment where they could indulge their pleasures (and she.
her own) without fear of discovery. The 'Sobsel' had proved to
be an inspiration and with the careful selection and
reselection of her crew, Kate had managed to solve her
dilemma. Kate's friend, who was the ex-wife of a Singapore
shipping magnate, had helped choose a suitable vessel and
together they had scoured the world for a suitable crew. Kate
had repaid her friend with one single gift . that of the
previous cabin boy!
Kate smiled as she boarded the ship, watching her daughters
running up the gangplank before her. She could see that the
girls were in deep conversation with Veronica as she walked on
to the deck. She joined the group and was pleased to see that
Veronica had had the good sense to tell the girls not to be
obvious. "If you can wait a day or two, my little carnivores
before you begin your seduction, I will see that you are
properly introduced so don't go and jump the gun."
Both Kate and the girls laughed as the Captain good-naturedly
admonished the girls. Veronica leaned toward Kate and kissed
her on both cheeks before leading her over to the assembled
crew. The twins followed their mother as Kate walked down the
line of girls who were waiting to greet her. She stopped and
chatted occasionally as she walked down the line. She could
see the new cabin boy who was stood nearly at the end of the
smartly assembled crew. She turned and whispered something to
Issolde and Anthea before continuing. When the small entourage
eventually reached Peter, Veronica briefly introduced him as
the new cabin boy. Deliberately they moved on without
hesitation, the twins carefully avoiding looking at him
directly as they passed by. Kate walked straight on and into
the 'Salon de The' and through to the owner's stateroom.
Peter had blushed as the girls walked by, although he had
looked straight ahead as he had been instructed to do by the
bosun, he could not help feeling embarrassed at the sheer
beauty of the two girls as they passed in front of him.
Veronica walked back from the salon and addressed the crew. I
would like to get underway as soon as possible, so if you will
all go back to your posts I will be most grateful. Thank you
all for attending."
Peter followed Gillian back to the Galley and set to work. It
was almost an hour later when he felt the gentle vibration of
the ship as she headed out to open sea under full power. Life
on board for Peter did not change. He saw nothing of the
owners since their embarkation and as they cruised south the
ship settled to a 'half ahead' cruising speed. The weather
grew hotter and the small galley was busier than usual during
the afternoons, serving cooling drinks to the crew in various
stations throughout the ship.
It was a call from the aft deck that interrupted Peter's
regular routine. Gillian took the call and after preparing a
large tray of drinks asked Peter to take them to the aft outer
deck C. Peter picked up the tray and smiled at Gillian. It was
always usual for her to smile back at him, but on this
occasion she seemed rather worried. With no more thought Peter
took the silver drinks tray and arrived a few moments later at
the large metal sea door that entranced the aft deck. He
looked at the paper notice, which had been taped on the door.
The notice read; "Please Knock Before Entering". Peter put
down the tray and knocked on the heavy metal door and waited.
He looked down at the calm sea feeling the cooling breeze as
he leaned over the rail. He waited for a few moments longer
and then knocked once more. The heavy metal sea door hurt his
knuckles as he continued knocking. He began to wonder what to
do. There was no sound from beyond the door so he opened it a
few inches and called. "I have drinks from the galley is
anybody here." Peter was puzzled as he opened the door
further. He could not sea any further than a neatly stacked
pile of deck chairs. He picked up the tray and moved on,
through the sea door and onto the deck. He called once more as
he turned the corner to the deck concourse. As he turned the
corner he groaned inwardly and looked upon the scene in horror
and pure embarrassment. Before him were sun lounges and deck
chairs on which were a dozen or so members of the crew
sunbathing. Some were completely naked; others had towels
draped over their hips. The girl who was sat nearest to him
was wearing a small bikini, her breasts thrusting towards him
as she stood up.
"WHAT on earth do you think you are doing young man, put that
tray down and get out of here immediately. Peter blushed a
bright red, utterly confused and embarrassed as he placed the
tray on the floor of the deck. He could not help looking at
her as she stood with her long legs apart and her hands on her
hips. He turned quickly and hurried back through the sea door,
closing it behind him. His thoughts were in turmoil as he
almost ran back to the galley.
Gillian looked at him as he entered, his face was bright red
and he was breathing heavily. She knew something must have
happened and had thought it strange earlier when the request
for drinks had been followed by the girl on the phone saying;
"Tell the cabin boy to fetch them up immediately"
"What happed Peter?" Gillian looked worried as she placed her
hand under Peter's chin and lifted his head, looking him in
the eye. "I'm sorry miss, I didn't know . Erm I knocked er
twice and there was no reply er then miss I opened the door
and shouted and I'm sorry miss er I went in er and they
were er sunbathing..er miss I didn't mean to go in please
miss it just er happened."
The telephone did not give Gillian time to answer the boy. She
took the handset from the wall and after listening for a few
moments replied to the caller. "Yes I will tell him."
She turned to Peter, her face serious and concerned. "I am
sorry Peter you are to attend the bosun's session. 7am
tomorrow morning. You will have to explain to her what
happened. The only advice I can give you is to speak the truth
and keep it simple." Gillian shook her head in resignation.
"Try not to worry Peter, I know you didn't mean to walk in,
let's forget it for now and fill the rest of these orders that
came in while you were away." During the afternoon Peter
thought little about the incident and filled his mind with
preparing and delivering drinks and making sandwiches.
That night as Peter lay in his cabin, he contemplated his
appointment with the bosun. He knew he had not intentionally
done anything wrong and made up his mind that he would say so
in the morning. He fell asleep to the gentle sway of the ship
as it headed further south towards Alexandria and Port Said to
leave the Mediterranean and enter the Red Sea via the Suez
Canal.
Peter was surprised as he entered the large spacious cabin. He
had expected to see only the bosun; instead he stood facing a
desk behind which was seated five ship's officers. The two
duty guards, that had met him at the door and escorted him in,
stood behind him. To his right a young secretary sat at a
stainless steel office desk. She was busily typing into a word
processor. She looked up at him, her pretty face showing no
expression. To his right Peter was even more surprised to see
the girl that had confronted him and also his immediate
superior, Gillian. He looked at her quickly before facing
forward; he thought he detected a glimmer of sympathy in her
eyes. The Bosun, who was sat with two officers either side of
her quickly looked up at him and began to read from a charge
sheet. "Peter you have been charged with gross insubordination
and disrespect for the officers of this ship. What do you have
to say for yourself?" Peter blushed, but remained standing
straight. He looked at the Bosun and surprised himself by
speaking clearly and without a tremor in his voice. I am sorry
madam; I knocked twice the second time for ten knocks. I
opened the door enough to shout, but there was no reply. I
then opened the door to look in but could not see anyone. I
took the drinks tray in. I had no idea that the er ladies
would be undressed."
Miranda looked at Gillian. "Has his work been satisfactory?"
Gillian replied immediately. "Oh yes miss, he is the best and
most conscientious assistant I have had. He has never made a
mistake since he started." Miranda smiled and thanked Gillian
with a curt nod. Gillian was acutely aware of the last time
she had met Miranda under official circumstances.
Peter looked at Gillian, longing to thank her for her words of
praise. He stood straight as the bosun looked up at him, her
expression not unkindly as she spoke softly to him "I am sorry
Peter, but you have caused untold embarrassment to the ships
officers. You could have gone to any of the ship's telephones,
which are all along the walkway and called. I don't think you
were absolutely deliberate, but you did stand and stare at
them for quite some time, did you not?"
Peter hung his head. "I am so sorry miss, I just didn't
think." The bosun looked up at him and smiled. "Being sorry is
just not enough. What we are here for is to make sure that you
are repentant and to teach you not to do such a thing again."
She held her hand up before he could reply and looked across
at the girl who had confronted Peter. What would you have me
do to him Roslyn? How strongly do the rest of your officers
feel about this?"
Roslyn looked across at Peter, her face showing no expression
as she read from a piece of paper. The officers think that he
should be made to feel as they felt, humiliated and
embarrassed. Most of the girls were naked and had no
alternative than to be stared at by this young man. Therefore
we suggest that Peter be made to serve drinks for one complete
duty without his clothes, for him to see what it feels like to
be stared at while naked."
Peter looked at her, his face shocked. He turned to the bosun
as if to protest. Once more she raised her hand to silence
him. She turned back to Roslyn and spoke quietly. "Is that it,
one complete duty without clothes of any kind?"
Roslyn looked Peter straight in the eye while she replied to
the Bosun. "Yes Maam, that is it one duty while he is stark
naked."
Peter blushed profusely, looking at Gillian as if for help.
Gillian looked at him, her eyes showing deep sympathy for him,
but she did not speak. He could only blush even more profusely
as one of the young girls, who was seated next to Miranda
turned to her and spoke, seemingly ignoring the blushing boy.
Surely he will have to be shaved, I mean we can't have him
serving food and drinks er if you know what I mean. The Bosun
looked at her and smiled. "I am sure the medical centre will
be able to sort out any hygiene problems."
She turned to Peter. "I am awarding you the punishment of one
duty without clothes, which will be followed by the Captains
four." She held up her hand once more before he could protest.
" Do not reply Peter now about turn and off you go." Peter's
face was a deep crimson as he turned and left the bosun's
cabin. He was trembling at the thought of what was to happen
to him as two duty guards followed him out and then took his
arms and marched him along the corridor towards the medical
centre. Peter had been so taken aback with his sentence; he
had not dared to ask the Bosun what a Captains four meant.
Peter felt his stomach lurch in dread as he was marched into
the medical centre. To his abject dismay and embarrassment he
saw that the girl behind the desk was the same girl that had
humiliated him so cruelly at his medical examination. Nicki
looked up from her desk, she had already had a phone call from
Miranda and had alerted the nurses as to the kind of
preparation that was required. She smiled to herself as she
looked at the trembling boy in front of her. The duty guards
were holding his arms as they turned him to face her. She
noted with delight that his face was already suffused in a red
blush. "Well Peter it seems you have been a naughty boy, you
will find that we don't suffer naughty boys lightly aboard
this ship." She turned to the duty guards, noting their smiles
of pleasure as she instructed them. Strip off all his clothing
and have him stand in front of my desk." She turned to the
guards. "You can leave his clothes on that chair, I will have
them sent to his cabin as he won't be needing them again
today."
Peter blushed and lowered his head in shame. He felt utterly
helpless as the pretty duty guards turned towards him. One
started to undo the buttons of his tunic, while the other
quickly bent down and undid the laces of his deck shoes. "Come
along, stand straight now." The first guard admonished him as
she pulled his tunic from his shoulders and down over his
arms. "Right now hands above your head, there's a good boy."
Peter could not believe his predicament as the guard pulled
his tee shirt over his head. He was trembling visibly as the
second guard raised each foot in turn and divested him of his
shoes and socks, before reaching for the waistband of his
trousers.
"Now keep still." She said as she undid his belt and unzipped
his fly. Deftly she pulled his trousers to his knees and then
down to his ankles, before lifting each foot out of the
garment. Savouring the moment of his utter embarrassment, she
hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of his shorts
and without preamble quickly pulled them down to his knees.
Her head was only inches from his penis as she lowered his
shorts the rest of the way and lifted his feet out of them.
Peter was shaking from head to toe as the girls stood up and
placed his clothes on the chair before once more holding him
by the arms. Nicki stepped forward and immediately reached out
her hand to take hold of his penis and testicles. "Well all
this hair has to go young man." She squeezed gently, feeling
the first throb of an erection as she pulled his genitals
forward and pinched the end of his penis with her other hand.
"I see are still quite unable to control yourself, no wonder
you were caught as a peeping Tom!" Peter stammered but was
unable to form an answer.
"Have you been to the toilet this morning?" Nicki looked him
straight in the eye as she asked the question. She squeezed
his testicles as he hesitated to answer. "Err er yes miss," He
managed to stammer as she held his penis firmly. "Good then
perhaps we might be able to get away with only two enemas
instead of three." Nicki looked at him, noting his utter
humiliation. "Well we will let the nurses look after you for a
while." She nodded to the guards. "You can take him trough to
the examination rooms, you had better stay with him as
technically he is under arrest." Nicki was well aware that it
was unnecessary but she felt sure that the pretty young duty
guards would enjoy the experience.
Peter was led, stumbling with embarrassment, through the doors
to the examination room. He was blushing profusely as the
nurses took him from the guards. Both Marie and Simone were
looking forward to their task. They knew exactly the effect
that they were having on the boy as they looked him up and
down. Marie took his arm and gently led him forward until she
could sit down on one of the chrome chairs. "Now Peter stand
with your legs well apart and your hands on your head, there's
a good boy." She placed her hands on his hips, her delicate
fingers moving up to his waist and then down over his tummy.
Watching his expression, she placed her hand between his legs
and cupped his testicles. "Try and keep still, that's the
way." She saw his penis begin to engorge as she traced her
other hand up between his thighs. "You don't have much hair at
all Peter, so it shouldn't take us long.. Turn around and bend
over and touch your toes, so that I can see between you bottom
cheeks." Marie knew that her words would cause the boy further
embarrassment and that he would also have to face the two duty
guards as well as Simone. Blushing profusely Peter turned
around and dropped his hands. He bent over quickly to avoid
the gaze of the guards and nurse, he was well aware that his
penis had started to erect. He felt utterly humiliated as he
felt Marie gently part the cheeks of his bottom, gasping as
her finger teased the puckered star of his sphincter. After
kneading the flesh of his buttocks, she slapped him gently on
the bottom, hearing him gasp in anguish and embarrassment.
"Right up you get young man, we might as well get started." As
Peter stood up he clasped his hands over his groin, vainly
trying to hide is penis as the girls looked at him once more.
Simone moved forward and joined Marie in taking hold of the
boy. "Come along Peter lets get your legs spread so we can
shave you."
Their gentle touches compounding his utter humiliations as
they laid him down upon the examination table. He gasped as
they spread his legs wide apart and fastened them in the
stirrups. He could not help but groan with humiliation as they
bent his legs back so that his bottom no longer touched the
rubber surface of the examination table. The taller nurse
placed a supporting pad under the small of his back and then
continued to move the stirrups back until his thighs were
placed in a wide vee, with his knees splayed apart either side
of his chest.
Gasps and moans escaped Peter's lips as the nurses manhandled
him. He felt one of the nurses lift his testicles and penis
away from his body as shaving foam was applied all around his
genitals. "There now Peter you lie there quietly while we
shave you, there's a good boy." Peter was barely able to move
his lips; such was his embarrassment at the hands of the two
nurses. He moaned in anguish as his bottom cheeks were gently
prised apart and a soft bristled brush was thrust between the
parted flesh. Their soft touches and intimate caresses made
Peter erect violently. To his utter shame he felt the nurse
take hold of his penis, which was standing up straight from
his body. She deliberately pulled the foreskin back until the
flesh was stretched tight. "My you are tense Peter, try and
relax while we shave you." She patted his penis before taking
it in a firmer grip and pulling it back while she shaved the
pubic hair between his penis and lower stomach. The nurses
worked diligently, soaping then shaving until he was
completely denuded of hair around his genitals and between the
cheeks his bottom. He moaned once more as one of the nurses
held his erect penis tightly and pulled the foreskin up over
the glans while she shaved around the base of the turgid
flesh.
Peter could not believe how naked and sensitive he felt now
that his pubic area had been shaved. He blushed as he looked
down at his naked groin and blushed profusely.
They washed him thoroughly, ignoring his moans as they placed
a hot towel over his genitals. There's a good boy, now we are
just going to shave under you arms, so stretch your hands out
above your head there's a good boy and we'll soon have you
finished." Peter was aware of the nurse's soft breasts
pressing against his chest as she leaned over him and began to
apply soap to his armpits. Peter closed his eyes in shame as
the nurses shaved him, acutely aware of his helplessness and
humiliation. He felt the nurses wash beneath his arms and then
leave him. It was a few minutes later that he opened his eyes
in shock as he felt the cheeks of his bottom being prised
apart. He looked down between his widely parted thighs to see
the nurse smear lubricant on to her gloved hand. "Just relax
your bottom Peter, I won't hurt you, I am just going to loosen
you up a little."
Peter gasped out loud as he felt the pressure of her finger
against his sphincter. He felt completely powerless to resist
as she probed against the sensitive opening. He could not help
grunting loudly as she deftly slid her finger up inside his
bottom. "Argghh miss" He moaned as she probed deep inside of
him, her finger brushing over the prostate gland as she
lubricated him thoroughly. Peter could not contain his
embarrassment as the second nurse lifted the towel from over
his genitals and gently cupped his testicles in the palm of
her hand, lifting them upwards as Marie quickly removed her
finger from his bottom and inserted the nozzle of the enema up
into his anus.
He groaned audibly as he felt the tube slide higher. He could
not contain his anguish as the nurse inflated the bulb inside
his sphincter, watching him jerk his hips as the pressure
increased. "There now, just a few more squeezes and I will
start the water." Peter shook his head from side to side as
the water began to flow inside him, acutely aware of the young
nurse squeezing his testicles gently as the water began to
fill him. He closed his eyes, only to open them again as soft
hands stroked over his flesh. He looked up to see one of the
duty officers bending over him and stroking her hand over his
chest and tummy. Her face was close to his as she whispered to
him "Be a brave boy now and it will soon be over." She bent
her head lower and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
Peter felt his stomach filling up as the girls caressed him.
His vulnerability was amplified when the second guard casually
placed her hand on his knee and then with her other hand
tapped the tip of his penis. "Do boys always have an erection
when they are being given an enema?" She asked Simone sweetly.
"Some do, but I think Peter's testicles are very full so I
should imagine he is quite sensitive."
Peter moaned with embarrassment as the girls talked about him,
acutely aware of the four pairs of hands that were now
caressing and stroking his body.
"I think he is full enough now, lets help him to the toilet
basin and Simone can prepare the next one." Peter moaned at
the thought of a further enema and at the embarrassment of his
erection as the girls helped him to the toilet. He was
mortified as they sat him down with his erection sticking out
in front of him and further embarrassed as Marie moved his
penis to the side and deflated the Bulb. The effect was
immediate, water rushed into the toilet bowl as the Bulb was
deflated. They waited a few moments and then helped him from
the seat. To his horror, Marie looked into the toilet bowl
before flushing it. "You have obviously visited the loo this
morning, so you will only need a small rinsing enema. And then
we will give you a nice warm bath." Peter groaned again at the
thought of being bathed by the pretty nurses.
Both the duty officers and Marie helped Peter back up on to
the examination table. This time they manoeuvred him on to his
hands and knees. Marie caressed the back of his neck as she
whispered to him. "Now then young man, down on to your elbows
so your bottom is nice and high and turn your head towards me,
there's a good boy." Peter blushed once more; his face was
bright crimson as he felt Simone gently part the cheeks of his
bottom. This time she was bolder and inserted her lubricated
finger straight up into his bottom with a practiced ease.
"Oops there we are, just relax now." Her words belied her
actions as Marie handed her the large Higginson syringe. Peter
almost yelped as Simone quickly withdrew her finger and
inserted the bulbous nozzle of the syringe. "Hold him tight
would you!" She addressed Marie and the duty officers as she
took hold of the plunger. The guards and the nurses watched,
gripping the boy tightly as Simone pressed the plunger with a
fluid motion. Peter tried to rear up as the jet of water
invaded his insides. "Arggghhhh Ooooohhh." He could not help
his groans as the entire contents of the syringe were emptied
into him. "There, there." Marie cooed as she bent her head
close to his anguished face. "It's all over now, just stay
like you are for a moment and then we will let you evacuate."
Once more Peter was led to the toilet, his erect penis
flapping from side to side as they walked him. This time
Simone held a gauze pad hard up against his sphincter. He was
utterly humiliated as they stood and watched him, his shame
amplified by his freshly shaven pubic area. Peter looked up
at the three girls and then quickly bowed his head in shame.
Marie bent over him and placed her hand flat against his
tummy. "Let it all go, there, that's the way." Peter blushed
once more, as Marie pressed hard against his stomach. The
water left his body in one huge jet, leaving him feeling
utterly drained.
"My you are a good boy, just lift up a little so I can see
between your legs." Peter blushed as Marie examined the
contents of the bowl. She observed that only clear water had
been passed this time and so took the boy's arm. "Come along
young man, there is a nice soapy bath waiting for you."
Peter was led to the bath and allowed to sit in the water
while the nurses busied themselves with fetching warm towels.
His genitals felt so sensitive as he sat down in the water, he
could even feel the small bubbles against his smoothly shaven
skin. Peter was dismayed to see that the duty officers had
stayed with him and were stood over the bath looking at him.
He placed his hands over his groin and pressed his knees
together in shame as the two girls continued watching him.
Marie and Simone placed towels next to the bath and gestured
for Peter to stand up. He looked shamefaced as he tried to
stand up while still holding one hand over his groin. He was
even more mollified as Marie spoke to the duty officers." I
was wondering whether you two might like to bathe him while we
get on with some of our work. The soap is on the stand and if
you take your tunic tops off I will fetch a couple of aprons."
Peter could hardly believe his ears, he looked up as the two
duty officers looked at Marie and nodded agreement. "We might
as well, as we have to stay with the boy until he is delivered
back to the galley."
Marie smiled at them, knowing full well that they would be
delighted to get their hands on him. Simone will fetch your
aprons, so I will leave you to it." Peter stood trembling as
the two girls looked at him; he clasped his hands tighter to
his groin and blushed profusely. The duty guards undid the
buttons of their uniforms and took them off. Both of the girls
were wearing thin white cotton T-shirts, which clearly showed
every contour of their young breasts. Neither of them was
wearing a bra and their nipples were plainly visible through
the fine material. Peter blushed as he looked at the girls, he
was shivering not from cold but from the utter humiliation he
was feeling. He watched as Simone handed them their rubber
aprons, which they tied around their slim waists. Simone spoke
directly to Peter. "Right young man, hands on your head and
legs apart there's a good boy." Peter blushed, his cheeks
turning a deep crimson colour as he reluctantly took his hands
away from his groin and placed them on his head. "Legs nice
and wide now." Admonished Simone as the trembling boy
struggled to obey her. "That's the way Peter." Simone turned
to the two girls who had each taken a bar of soap from the
stand beside the bath. I have to warn you girls that young
boys are liable to ejaculate when their penises are washed. If
that should happen, you will have to make sure that he is
cleaned thoroughly before you dry him off. Oh and don't forget
to wash him right inside his bottom. He has been cleaned
thoroughly so I don't think there is any need for gloves."
Peter stood trembling, his humiliation almost complete as both
of the duty officers turned towards him. He shivered at their
first touch as they dipped the soap in the water and proceeded
to wash his legs. "Stand up straight now, shoulders back." The
smaller of the two girls spoke to him as they continued
washing his legs, their hands moving further and further
upwards. They seemingly ignored his genitals, instead applying
a rich lather to his chest. Their delicate touch played havoc
with his senses as they gently soaped his shoulders and then
leaning forward, soaped his back and over his bottom. "Right
now young man turn to the side and keep those feet apart." No
sooner had he moved than the first girl took a firm hold of
his penis and lifted it while she applied soap between his
legs. He jerked his body with the acute sensation of her
fingers against his smooth and naked skin. They smiled at each
other as the taller girl, carefully slipped her soapy hand
between the boy's buttocks and began to tease the sensitive
flesh of his sphincter with her fingertip. As if on cue, Peter
felt his penis being pulled forward and his testicles being
squeezed, while at the same time as soapy finger was inserted
right up into his bottom. "Argggggghhh " He moaned as his
testicles were squeezed harder and his the foreskin of his
penis was pulled back tightly, revealing the sensitive rim of
the glans. "argghh." He moaned again as the second girl pushed
her finger further up into his bottom, finding the soft flesh
of his prostate glans. "There that's the way Peter, just relax
your bottom for me so that I can get at your properly." Peter
was trembling from head to foot, as the girl encircled his
penis with her fingers and proceeded to move her hand up and
down the shaft in a pumping motion. He knew that is orgasm was
imminent as the two girls continued soaping and manipulating
him, seemingly oblivious to his plight.
Suddenly Peter began to ejaculate, his penis pumping a stream
of semen into the bath water. The girls watched in delight,
their fingers busily manipulating the boy to a frenzy.
"Argggggghh." Peter gasped as he climaxed "ppp pleeeaaase
miss." He could not form the words as his penis was pumped
mercilessly and his bottom was invaded by a myriad of
sensations. "There's a good boy, don't worry it's been a
trying morning for you." The duty officer's softly spoken
words seem to enflame Peter all the more as she pumped his
penis mercilessly. "There, there Peter, we will clean you up
and then dry you off, try and calm down a little bit, there's
a good boy." Peter was almost in tears with the sensation of
it all as, a few moments later; they helped him from the bath
and gently dried him before wrapping a large fluffy towel
around him.
He was taken still wrapped in the towel back into the
reception area, where Nicki stood waiting. She turned to the
two duty officers who, once again, were dressed in their
uniforms. "Ah I see he is ready, well he won't be needing that
for the rest of the day." She took hold of the towel and
snatched it away from the naked boy. Peter blushed and was
just about to cover himself with his hands when Nicki spoke
again. "He is not to be able to be allowed to cover himself,
so he is to be cuffed behind his back at all times when he is
not carrying a tray. One of you is to stay with him for the
rest of the day and make sure that he obeys the rules of his
punishment. There is also a box of wipes for you to take and
you are to wipe his bottom and penis and inspect his
cleanliness, before he is allowed to enter any of the cabins.
Peter blushed once more, as Nicki looked him up and down. He
felt the duty officers take his wrists and pull them behind
his back. He shivered as the cold metal of the cuffs touched
his bottom as the duty officers handcuffed him. He had never
felt so vulnerable or exposed. His smoothly shaven groin
seemed to accent his nakedness and in horror he felt his penis
begin to stiffen once more. Nicki reached forward and to
Peter's horror, too a firm hold on his penis. She looked at
the smaller of the two duty officers and addressed her
directly. "Ami, you will be in charge of him today so I am
going to show you how to clean behind his foreskin and between
his bottom cheeks. Peter could not help jerking his body as
Nicki knelt before him, her hand firmly holding his penis.
"Just pull the foreskin back like this and then wipe around it
like this. It is easier to do it when the flesh is stiff, so
if you just manipulate the foreskin like this." She pushed the
foreskin back up the shaft and then pulled it forward until
the tip of the glans was covered. She continued until his
penis stiffened, causing his body to jerk with the acute
sensation. Peter could not help trying to twist his hips so
that he could evade her delicate fingers. Suddenly Nicki
slapped him hard on the thigh. "Keep still, you naughty boy or
I will have you spanked soundly." Peter could not believe his
ears as she mentioned having him spanked. He stopped jerking
his hips and looked down at her as she continued manipulating
his penis until it was standing out from his body, stiff and
hard. "Now as I was saying, it is so much easier when the
penis is hard to draw back the foreskin and wipe around the
flesh behind it." Peter could not help shivering as her
actions followed her words and she stretched the foreskin back
and proceeded to wipe around the sensitive flesh.
Nicki stood up and addressed Ami once more. "Now if you will
make him bend over, I will demonstrate how to wipe his
bottom." Peter blushed as Ami placed her hand on the small of
his back and bade him bend over. He felt dizzy with sensation
as Nicki moved behind him and firmly smacked the insides of
his thighs. "Open up now you naughty boy." Peter shuffled his
legs further apart until she was satisfied with his position.
His head was bent between his thighs with his hands stretched
tightly behind his back. "Now you can part the cheeks with one
hand like this." Peter felt his buttocks being prised apart as
the young girl handled him so familiarly. "You see, now you
can hold them open while you use your other hand to wipe his
bottom." Peter felt the fluid, with which the cloth was
impregnated; coolly anoint the sensitive flesh between the
cheeks of his bottom.
"Right up you get young man and stand up straight, no
slouching." She moved around to his front as Peter blushed a
deeper shade of red. She tapped his penis with her fingertips
and looked him straight in the eye. "You will find young man,
that unless you kerb your libido, you will be in continuous
trouble aboard this ship." Peter could only tremble and
stammer as the confident young girl appraised him, her
beautiful face so authoritative that he felt two inches tall.
She placed her hand under his chin and positioned his head so
that he was looking straight into her eyes. With her other
hand she grasped his erect penis and held him firmly. "Are you
going to try and behave yourself from now on Peter, mmm?"
Peter could hardly stammer a reply. His bottom lip was
trembling and there were tears in his eyes. "I am so sorry
miss, I promise I will be good." Nicki realised that the boy
was almost at the point of fainting as she gently took her
hand from his chin and placed it gently against his cheek.
While still holding his penis, she moved forward and kissed
him tenderly on his trembling lips. "Go then Peter and do your
penance." She kissed him again and then moved back, "Right
Ami, if you will escort him back to the galley, your friend
can take his clothes to the hospital dormitory, as I imagine
that he will be spending the night there after the Captains
four."
Peter blushed once more; acutely aware of the embarrassment he
would feel walking naked back to the galley and then having to
remain naked for the rest of the day. His erection had not
abated as the young duty officer led him, naked and handcuffed
into the corridor of the ship.
12
Peter followed the petite young officer along the corridor of
the ship. He had not realised that he could have felt so
naked. As his bare feet trod the cool smooth surface of the
rubberised flooring he became acutely aware of the draughts of
air from the various air conditioning units and open doorways
playing upon his freshly shaven skin. He was aware that his
face was bright red with embarrassment as his tumescent penis
slapped from side to side against his thighs, as he clumsily
followed his young guard towards the end of the empty
corridor.
.
Peter could not help looking at her petite bottom and slender
body as Ami walked in front of him. Suddenly as they reached a
stairway she turned to him. Her face showed a hint of
amusement, as she looked him up and down, noticing his penis
wobbling from side to side. "I know you are supposed to remain
cuffed, but I think that would be impractical with so many
stairs and corridors to negotiate on board this ship. So I am
willing to un-cuff you if you promise me that on no occasion
are you to cover yourself. Do you understand what I mean by
uncover yourself?"
Ami looked him straight in the eye as she moved closer to him
and gently took hold of his swollen penis. "I mean covering
this!" she squeezed his member as she looked enquiringly at
his blushing face.
"Do you understand?" Peter gasped, he felt utterly humiliated
at the way the young girl was able to touch the most sensitive
parts of his body so casually. He shivered with embarrassment
as he felt her slender fingers squeeze his penis once more.
"Arggh", he gasped. "Please Miss, I promise." His bottom lip
was trembling so violently that Ami thought that he might
burst into to tears at any moment. She smiled at him kindly
and let go of his penis. She moved behind him, feeling him
shiver as she placed her hand upon his waist and positioned
him so that she could unlock the handcuffs from his wrists.
"There now young man, remember what I said I want you to walk
with your hands at your sides." Ami moved back around the boy
and motioned for him to follow her up the stairway.
Occasionally she turned her head to observe his progress,
noting that although he was deeply embarrassed he was holding
the handrails on both sides of the stairs. As they reached the
top stairwell which accessed the upper deck Ami saw that two
young girls were busy cleaning the brass hand rails which ran
alongside the heavily carpeted corridor. Immediately she
turned towards the naked boy and placed her hand under his
chin, raising his head so that his eyes met hers. "Now Peter,
I must warn you again that you are not to cover yourself. To
make you fully understand the consequences I am going to give
you a little demonstration of what will happen if you disobey
me. You are naked because you are being punished, but I assure
you that there are much worse punishments than this. Now turn
around and bend over and touch your toes . Quickly now don't
keep me waiting." Ami kept her face in a mask of severity as
she addressed the trembling youth.
As he turned away from her and proceeded to bend over, she
unhooked the slim black tube that was hanging from her waist
and slid the small red switch which was located near the
handle until it read number 1. She could not resist the thrill
that ran through her body as she placed the end of the tube
between the cheeks of Peter's bottom and pushed it firmly
against the puckered star of the boy's sphincter. She heard
him gasp as the cold metal invaded the cheeks of his bare
bottom. Deliberately Ami pressed the red button and watched
the boy's reaction to the short electric shock, which emitted
from the ball-end electrode at the end of the tube.
"Argghhh arrggghhh." Peter felt as if he had been kicked. The
jolt of electricity had been without warning and so unexpected
that his muscles had contracted violently. His sphincter
contracted in spasms as he threw his body into an upright
stance, gasping for breath as he turned his head to look at
the young guard, his hands clutching the cheeks of his bottom
Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked into her pretty face.
His lips were trembling and his body shivered as he turned
towards her. "Oh miss please miss that hurt so much." His
voice stammered as he looked at her, hardly believing that
such a pretty and demure girl could inflict so much pain upon
him.
Ami could not contain the thrill, which had run through her
body as she pressed the discharge button. Her feelings were
not those of a sadist, but rather the thrill of having sexual
control over another. Ami had never bothered to analyse her
own sexual feelings but had accepted herself for what she was.
She knew that she received equal gratification whether her
subject was male or female - as long as they were pretty or at
least very good looking. The naked boy standing before her was
the most perfectly proportioned boy she had seen, His face
good looking and neatly featured now showing the anguish of
her recent torment upon him.
She smiled and gently stroked his cheek. "I think that that
may remind you to keep your hands to your sides while you are
on display. It is because I understand the desire you have to
cover yourself that I have had to give you an early reminder
as your behaviour today. I don't want to have to punish you
again Peter, as there are eight levels of shock from this
device, each one increasingly more severe and lots of other
places that I can put it. That was level one can you imagine
what level eight would feel like against your testicles or
your penis mmm,,, Peter?" She gently stroked her hand under
his testicles and penis as she spoke softly to him. "Well
Peter can you?
Peter looked at the petite young girl as she addressed him;
his face blushing profusely as she casually handled his
genitals. He shivered from head to toe as he mumbled his
reply. "I am sorry miss, it really hurts I promise I will
obey you."
Ami's face softened as she appraised the trembling youth, his
bottom lip was quivering visibly as he muttered his response.
"Well we shall see Peter" She noted that although his penis
had stiffened once more, he did not try to cover himself, but
kept his hands firmly to his sides. Ami walked on, beckoning
him to follow her. Peter was blushing as they walked toward
the two giggling Philippine girls who were cleaning the brass
handrails. "He has to be naked all day no?" One of the girls
addressed Ami, her even white teeth displayed in as smile as
she looked at the guard. To Peter's utter dismay Ami stopped
in front of the girls. "Yes he is not allowed to cover himself
or to resist examination by anyone." The young girls smiles
widened as Ami spoke to her. "You mean we may examine heem?"
Ami smiled. "Of course if you wish, his punishment is in
retribution for being a Peeping Tom if you know the
expression so of course, if you wish."
The two girls were both dressed in thin, almost transparent,
white cotton tunics. The tunics were cut short to mid thigh
displaying slender bared legs. The girls were slim in build
and Peter could clearly see the outline of their small firm
breasts through the thin cotton tunics, which were cut in a
low vee at the front. They both had shiny black hair, which
was tied back in a regulation bun accenting the lovely bone
structure of the jaw and high cheekbones, so typical of the
Philippine race.
One of the girls's stood in front of Peter as the second
walked around to his rear. Peter began to tremble as Ami
addressed him, her tone severe and foreboding. "Hands on your
head when you are being examined. Hesitate and you will be
punished." Her voice, short, sharp and staccato, stung him
like a whip crack. Peter felt his face turn bright red, his
cheeks burning with humiliation and embarrassment as he felt
one of the girl's hands gently stroke over his shoulders and
down his back before coming to rest on the hillock of his
buttocks.
"Stand absolutely still with your legs wide apart, there's a
good boy." Ami admonished him once more as she watched the
young girl that was standing in front of the trembling boy,
reach between his legs and gently cup his testicles. Peter
gasped as the girl placed their hands upon his body. He
shivered as his buttocks were parted and a small hand was
slipped between the cheeks of his bottom. He could not help
jerking violently as his foreskin was skinned back to reveal
the sensitive rim of the glans. "He is a sensitive boy no?"
One of the girls addressed Ami as she manipulated the skin of
his foreskin, her delicate fingers causing the boy's organ to
become erect almost immediately. Ami watched, fascinated as
Peter began to tremble all over, his body quivering
uncontrollably to the delight of the girls.
"You are so smooth down here, they have shaved you
everywhere." The girl's fingers moved over his genitals as she
spoke softly to him. She tightened her grip on his penis and
moved her other hand up over his chest, her small delicate
fingers gently probing and pinching his nipple.
Peter felt another blush suffuse his cheeks as the girls
handled him so intimately. He felt utterly humiliated, unable
to evade their searching fingers. He gasped as once more his
foreskin was pulled back, the skin stretched fully back
exposing him fully to their interested gaze.
"My you are shy aren't you." The girl in front of him moved
closer, her voice barely a husky whisper. "Relax your bottom,
there's a good boy, my friend wants to feel inside you." Peter
could not believe his ears or barely stammer a reply as he
felt a finger gently but insistently probing his sphincter.
Suddenly he felt the slender fingertip slip through the
opening of his bottom and at the same time the girl's other
hand encircle his waist so that she was able to push deeper..
"Relax now, you have a lovely bottom just let your cheeks
relax a little more." Her voice whispered in his ear as he
felt her finger push further inside him. Suddenly he felt an
intense sensation deep within him as she quickly located his
prostate gland.
The sensations of the girls hands upon his body was too much
for Peter, his body began to shake uncontrollably and he began
to gasp for breath. The girl standing in front of him pulled
the skin of his foreskin down the shaft of his penis once more
as she pushed her body against him. She grasped the back of
his head and held him; suddenly kissing him full on the mouth,
denying him breath while she proceeded to rub the head of his
penis against her tunic.
"Stop that will do I am sorry girls but I think that will
have to do for now you must not make him ejaculate." Ami was
smiling as she looked at the two girls fondling the boy.
Reluctantly they took their hands away from him. Ami watched
him shudder as a slender finger was withdrawn from his bottom.
He was blushing a beetroot red, his naked body trembling and
his penis standing upright as the three girls stood back and
looked at him. He was acutely aware of the throbbing of his
penis and the acute embarrassment of the fact that he could
not control it. He looked down in abject dismay, utterly
ashamed before the three girls as they observed his erect
penis, which was now pointing towards the ceiling.
Peter felt humiliated and helpless, his shame beyond belief
as, a few moments later; Ami led him briskly along the
corridor. Utterly degraded and helpless, he walked behind the
pretty young guard, almost blinded by his shame and
humiliation, acutely aware of how ridiculous he must look with
his erect penis wobbling and swaying before him.
.
As they neared the galley Peter knew that greater
embarrassment was in store for him. Gillian had been kind and
decent to him during the time he had been on board ship.
Although her beauty had overawed him when they had first met,
her constant good humour and easy manner had put him at ease.
Now she was to see him naked and humiliated. He shivered at
the thought, his mind in turmoil as he walked, sometimes
stumbling along the well-lit corridors of the ship.
Peter could not have believed that just a few weeks before
that he would have been subjected to so much embarrassment. He
had always known that he was shy by nature and his tender
years had yet provided no sexual experience.
Although his penis had subsided somewhat he was still aware of
it slapping from side to side between his legs. His freshly
shaven genitals were sensitive to every breath of air and
contact; even the cheeks of his bottom felt sensitive to the
flow of air as he walked beneath the outlets of the air-
conditioning units.
As they stopped opposite the galley door, Peter could feel his
heart beating faster, he felt a tightening in his chest and
the familiar twinges of fear and trepidation gnawing at this
stomach.
"Come along Peter, It is time for you to go to work, no
dawdling now you have a long day in front of you." Ami's words
did nothing to lessen the boy's anxiety as he stumbled rather
than stepped over the high threshold of the drinks galley. He
stood behind the guard hoping to shield himself from Gillian's
gaze as she turned around from one of the large refrigeration
cupboards.
Gillian had been busy in the galley from the moment she had
come on duty. Already there had been three calls from the
officer's liberty deck asking that as soon as Peter arrived he
should take up a large tray of drinks. Gillian had prepared
the cocktails and placed them in the one of the large
stainless steel refrigerators. She knew that the reason for
call had very little to do with the desire for cocktails but
rather the desire to have their way with her new cabin boy.
Gillian had enjoyed Peter's company in the galley and had
delighted in his capacity for hard work and willingness. She
had never had to ask for anything to be done twice and had
often found had done an hours work before their designated
time of arrival. He had often taken over duties that were
usually shared between them and it was now quite common for
him to clean the galley spotlessly before she arrived.
She was quite sure in her own mind that the offence had been
fabricated and set up deliberately. Her knowledge of the crew
of officers was quite intimate and her own punishment, which
happened on the day that Peter arrived on board, had been as a
result of a contrivance by the officers.
Gillian had mixed feeling about the turn of events that had
led to Peter's punishment day. She liked her new friend very
much and would never think to deliberately upset or embarrass
him; but on the other hand she felt a thrill in the knowledge
that she would be seeing the boy naked. She had often looked
at him as he bent over or stretched to reach for a shelf,
noting the slim torso and firm buttocks beneath his ship's
uniform. The ships officers were adept at deceit and guile and
their sexual predilections knew no bounds. Gillian knew that
it would be a day of humiliation for him and that he would not
escape their attention to his body. She remembered when four
of the girls had stripped her naked and made her orgasm three
times in an hour. She also knew that it would not be the last
time that their skilful manipulations of her body would make
her scream with ecstasy.
Peter blushed profusely as Gillian turned around to face him.
Although his body was hidden behind the young guard, he felt
utterly helpless and humiliated. Ami turned around and pushed
him forward towards Gillian. "Well Gillian what do you think
to our young friend?"
Gillian felt her cheeks blush as she looked at Peter standing
naked in front of her. She could not help herself, as she
looked him up and down, instantly noticing that his penis was
far from flaccid and that his genitals had been shaved,
leaving him smooth and fully exposed to her gaze. She quickly
averted her eyes from his body and back to his face. His
cheeks were bright red and his eyes were downcast in shame as
she spoke to him. "I am sorry Peter, but try and be a brave
boy, I am sure you will be fine." Gillian knew that her words
sounded lame but she genuinely wanted to show him some
comfort, not realising that her concern only exacerbated his
humiliation.
Ami knew how the boy must be feeling, being made to stand
naked in front of his colleague. She was pleased to see that
he had somehow managed to keep his hands to his side. "Right
Peter, I am supposed to clean you up before you enter a room
so bend over and touch your toes, there's a good boy." Peter
quaked with shame as she heard Ami's words; he looked in
anguish at Gillian before reluctantly bending over before her.
"Round this way a bit and spread those legs wide apart, so
that I can get between the cheeks of your bottom." Ami slapped
his buttocks with the palm of her hand as she positioned the
boy until his bottom was facing Gillian and his legs were
spread wide apart.
Peter stared at the tiled floor beneath his feet, his
breathing heavy and laboured as steeled himself for further
humiliation. His cheeks were burning and his ears ringing with
shame and embarrassment as he heard Ami address Gillian.
"Right Gillian if you would reach underneath him and hold his
genitals out of the way while I wipe inside his bottom cheeks
and between his legs, it will make things a lot easier for
me." Peter could scarcely believe his ears as Ami spoke to his
friend Gillian in such a 'matter of fact' manner. He squeezed
his eyes shut and held his breath in trepidation as he felt a
soft hand encircle his waist.
"I think you will be better if you lean over him, then you
will be able to hold his penis out of the way with your other
hand."
Gillian did not know whether or not to obey Ami's instruction.
She knew exactly how Peter must be feeling, but her excitement
and curiosity finally got the better of her and she placed her
hands upon the naked boy.
Peter began to shiver as he felt Gillian's hands slide around
his waist and up underneath him, her soft fingers exploring
and searching until he felt her suddenly take hold of his
penis. He shuddered uncontrollably as her other hand stroked
over his freshly shaved flesh and gently cupped his testicles.
Her touch was soft and sensuous as she carefully drew his
testicles forward and took a firmer grip around his tumescent
penis.
Gillian could not help a thrill running through her body as
she leaned her body further over the naked boy, guiltily
allowed her soft breasts to press against his back as she took
a firmer hold of his genitals. Even though she felt sorry for
his predicament she could not help herself rolling the soft
sac of his scrotum between her fingers and feeling the plump
testes move beneath the skin. She could feel his penis
beginning to throb in her hand as the soft flesh of his penis
became hard and erect.
Ami bent over behind Peter and nonchalantly placed her hand on
the cheeks of his bottom. Deftly she pulled his bottom cheeks
apart and slid her hand between them. Gillian felt Peter try
to rear up with the shock of the intrusion between his bottom.
Gillian felt Peter felt his penis move trough her fingers as
he tried to evade Ami's fingers. Without realising what she
was doing Gillian tightened her grip on his penis, the boys
movements masking her deliberate action of pulling his
foreskin back.
As he wriggled and moved his hips Gillian deliberately slipped
the foreskin down over the head of his penis, exposing the
glans fully, before bringing the tender skin back up towards
the tip, her forefinger grazing over the glans as she
completed the movement. She heard the boy gasp and moan at the
intimate contact of her fingers, but could not help herself
once more exposing the glans and stretching the skin tightly
as she began to manipulate the skin of his penis into a steady
milking motion.
She ignored Peter's groans, instead watching as Ami moved
behind him now holding a moist tissue. Without preamble the
young guard wiped diligently between the cheeks of his bottom
and then between his legs her fingers meeting Gillian's as she
reached under the bending youth.
Gillian could not believe how hard his penis had become as she
steadily milked him, her actions slow and methodical. She was
aware that his breath had become laboured and his body had
begun to shiver. It was Ami that stopped the proceedings,
aware that the boy would ejaculate should they excite him any
further.
"Right you can stand up straight now my boy. Hands behind your
head and legs wide apart! Come along no nonsense now."
Gillian quickly took her hands from his penis and testicles;
her face was flushed with excitement, as she stood upright.
She had little time to compose herself as Peter shakily put
his hand on his knees and began to straighten himself. His
face was flushed and lips were quivering, as he stood upright.
His total humiliation was plain to see as he looked down at
his penis, which was standing straight out from his body. He
shut his eyes in shame as Gillian looked at him, her smile
soft and sympathetic.
Ami had not finished with her humiliation of the boy, as she
stood close behind him. "Get those hands on top of your head
there that's the way."
"Now Gillian, if you would take hold of his penis and pull the
foreskin back tightly, I will make sure he is nice and clean
behind there." Ami moved around to stand beside Gillian as she
watched naked boy shiver and shake her eyes examining him from
head to toe.
Peter shivered once more, unable to stop himself looking at
Gillian as she bent down on one knee, her face, only inches
from his erect penis.
Gillian looked up at him, her smile soft and gentle. "Don't
worry Peter I won't hurt you. Just try and keep still now." He
watched in horror as Gillian gently took hold of his penis
with both hands, her fingertips carefully pressing the soft
flesh. Her beautiful face looking up at him, watching his
shameful expression as she gently slid his foreskin back until
it was stretched tight. He could not help jerking his hips
backwards as Ami reached forward and pinched the top of his
penis between her delicate fingers. "Hold still, or I will ask
Gillian to hold you by the testicles." Her tone was sharp as
she wiped the cloth around the sensitive glans of his penis,
causing him to jerk his hips backwards with the acute
sensation.
"One more wipe and then you are done" She exclaimed brightly
as she deliberately caught the glans of his penis with her
fingers as she wiped beneath it.
Peter's body was shaking from head to foot as the girls let
him go. He blushed profusely as Gillian patted his cheek.
"I'll get the trays ready and you can take them up to the
officers deck. Don't worry Peter it will all be over after
today, I promise."
Impulsively she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the
lips, deliberately letting her tunic graze over the tip of his
penis as she held his face in her hands.
Peter's body was shaking with the utter humiliation he was
feeling. As he looked at Gillian's kindly expression a tear
rolled down his cheek. Too embarrassed to say anything he hung
his head as she let him go, fighting his desire to cover
himself as once more Gillian looked down at his naked body.
His penis was so excruciatingly hard that it pointed upwards
away from his body, he could not help it throbbing up and
down as he stood facing her with his hands at his sides. To
his relief she turned away from him and started preparing the
tray of drinks. He watched helpless and ashamed as Ami helped
Gillian to put the cocktail thermoses upon the silver serving-
tray.
"Right I think that is everything." Gillian said brightly as
she handed Peter the tray and stood back to let him pass. She
felt a tremor of excitement as she watched him walk out of the
galley, closely followed by Ami. His Penis wobbled up and down
as he walked and Gillian noticed that his buttocks were
clenched in an effort to minimise his nakedness.
Peter could hardly breath such was his humiliation as they
walked the corridor, passing several young girls along the
way. He could hear their soft chuckles and giggles as they
passed him by. They reached the stair well and ascended the
stairs to the upper deck. The corridor was beautifully
decorated; the walls held framed paintings of ships and
schooners and side tables held ships clocks and fine
instruments of navigation. The flooring was marble with
Egyptian rugs centred and equally spaced along the walkway.
It was not long before they came to a heavily rosewood
veneered door that disguised the storm door that guarded the
officer's deck. Peter turned his head towards Ami as they
approached the heavy door, which was already ajar.
"Right Peter I will enter while you wait here with the tray,
we don't want another reoccurrence of last time do we now? You
may put the tray down on the table and just to keep you out
of mischief you will stand with your hands on your head."
Peter blushed once more as Ami walked past him, tapping him
lightly on his naked buttocks. She noted that his penis was
still hard, although now pointing more towards the floor. The
girls are going to have a field day with this young man, she
thought as she pushed the heavy door aside and passed through
the opening of the bulkhead and into the sunshine which
flooded the outside deck..
Peter stood as he had been instructed; his knees feeling shaky
and his mind wishing that his penis would subside before he
was bade to enter the deck area. He had placed his hands on
his head making him feel foolish and vulnerable. He did not
have long to wait as Ami reappeared and stood before him, an
amused expression on her face. She did not speak but took a
packet of wet wipes from her shoulder bag. Nonchalantly she
took hold of the boy's penis and skinned back the foreskin,
ignoring his groans of anguish and embarrassment she wiped
around the tender flesh behind the rim of the glans. Peter
jerked his hips backward, trying to escape the acute sensation
to his penis. His action was stopped by a firm slap to his
thigh, as she held his penis firmly.
"Stand still or your bottom will be having a little electro
therapy." Ami admonished him as she reached around his hips;
one hand still holding his penis and her other hand slipping
the moist tissue between the cheeks of his bottom. Peter
looked upwards in despair, his embarrassment complete as the
pretty young guard wiped his bottom; at the same time her
delicate fingers manipulating his penis back to a full
erection. Ami knew exactly handle the boy to cause the maximum
sexual stimulation. Her finger occasionally grazing over the
sensitive glans, sometimes a fingernail teasing open the tip
of his penis, her other hand pressing hard against his anus or
tickling underneath his scrotum.
"Right I think that will do! Pick up the tray and follow me.
Come along hurry up, we haven't got all day." She slapped his
buttocks as she let go of his penis and watched him shakily
turn to pick up the tray of drinks from the table. She was
satisfied to see that his penis now pointed upwards towards
the ceiling, the turgid member wobbling from side to side as
he moved.
She led him trough the doorway and on to the deck. Peter was
so humiliated and embarrassed that he could hardly see as he
stepped into the warm sunlight. It was fortunate that Ami
turned and took the tray from him as he entered the deck; he
was near to fainting as he took in the sight before him.
The girls had formed their reclining chairs and sun lounges
into a semicircle; their bronzed bodies sat or laid in a
variety of poses as they waited for their prey to step into
the arena. Ami had quickly put down the tray and deftly
positioned Peter to stand in the centre of the semi circle.
"Hands on your head and feet well apart, come along you know
the drill by now when you are about to be examined." Peter
quaked with shame and fear as he took in the sight before him.
There were about twelve girls, some were wearing both pieces
of their bikinis, some were topless and some were entirely
naked. One thing they all had in common was their beauty!
One Oriental girl, who was entirely nude, was laid on a bright
yellow sun bed. Her slender limbs stretching sinuously as she
moved her position and sat up on one elbow to better evaluate
the naked youth that had been made to stand naked and fully
displayed.
A tall girl of Amazonian proportions stood up and stood in
front of Peter as he placed his hands upon his head. Her body
was as perfect as Peter had ever imagined a body could be. She
was dressed in a bikini bottom, Her naked breasts were large
and firm and yet her waist tapered to minute proportions above
the shapely swell of her hips. Her long thighs were smooth and
beautifully shaped. She was perfectly proportioned in every
way, her skin glowing with the sheen of a light summer tan.
Her blonde hair was tied back and her beautiful and
intelligent face broke into a smile as she addressed him.
Peter was mesmerised with her beauty as she looked down at
him, her even white teeth glistened between her sensual lips.
"Well young man how does it feel to be on display?" Peter was
near to fainting as he looked up at her. He had always been in
awe of beautiful women, and here he was being made to stand
naked before a statuesque girl of sheer beauty and perfection.
He blushed profusely as she looked him up and down, quaking
with fear and embarrassment as her eyes looked down to his
erect penis.
She placed her hand under his chin, immediately feeling the
warmth of his blushing face as she made him look into her
eyes. "You know Peter that you have been a very naughty boy
and you are going to be punished for your rudeness." Her eyes
searched his face for emotion as she spoke to him. She could
see that he was near to tears as she softly stroked her
fingers over his cheek. "We are going to give you a little
punishment of our own before you are sent to see the captain.
Any boy that can't keep control of himself deserves to be
punished. Just look at this!"
She took her hand away from his face and dropped her gaze to
his erect penis, noting that the boy could not help but drop
his head to follow her lead and look down at himself. A thrill
ran through her beautiful body as she tapped his erect member
with her fingers, watching it sway from side to side.
Peter gasped in horror and despair as she touched his penis.
He felt near to fainting as she moved around to his rear. She
leaned her head so that she could look over his shoulder, her
soft cheek touching his. He felt her breasts press against his
back as she reached around his waist and deftly took hold of
his penis, immediately pulling the foreskin to reveal the head
and glans. With her free hand she smacked him on the bottom.
"Don't hang your head Peter." She said softly. "Look up and
look at the girls, you have been a rude little boy, a little
peeping Tom. It is now your turn to be the subject of unwanted
attention. If I catch you closing your eyes, I shall ask Ami
to put her little device into your bottom and press the
trigger and I know you won't like that will you Peter?"
Kate kept her voice low, her lips only millimetres from his
ear as she held his rigid penis firmly, her fingers running up
the shaft and then pulling the skin firmly back to expose him
to the interested gaze of the girls. She reached around him
with her other hand and gently took his left nipple between
finger and thumb, her bright red nails grazing over the tender
nub of flesh.
"Answer me boy, I expect you to cooperate fully with what we
have in store for you." She could feel the boy's body shiver
and shake with fear and embarrassment as she held him firmly.
Tears of shame were rolling down Peter's cheeks as he answered
her, his lips were trembling and his voice sounded hoarse.
"N no miss, er it hurts very much."
"Ah, so you have had a taste already have you?" She looked
across ay Ami who had moved to the rails, away from them so
that she would not obscure anyone's view. Ami nodded her
affirmation at the unasked question.
"Well young man, let me tell you what is in store for you." As
Kate talked to the boy a young girl got up from one of the sun
lounges. She was completely naked. Her slender body was darkly
tanned all over. Colette was petite in stature, her breasts
which were small and pointed, glistened with their light
covering of oil as she moved in the sunlight. The darker
puckered skin of the aureoles contrasted with the almost pink
skin of her erect nipples. Her torso was lean and slender
slimming to a minute waist and completely flat stomach.
Unusually her pubic mound was plump and full against such a
slender body. She was bereft of any hair except for a small
patch the size of a penny above the crease of her sex.
Colette picked up a stool and moving towards Peter, placed it
in front of him. She then moved behind him and out of his
sight for a moment before reappearing, this time she held a
small leather tawse in her hand, which she placed carefully on
the stool. The two tails of the tawse hung over the edge of
the stool, the stiffened handle angled straight towards him as
if a pointer to his fate.
Kate was almost whispering as she held her body against the
naked boy. "I am afraid Peter that you are to be punished
individually by each of the girls here. You will receive no
more than four stokes from each of them, but they may apply
them how and where they like. I expect you to be a brave boy
and take what we are about to give you with good grace. You
have been naughty and now you are about to receive our
punishment. Are you going to be a good boy and take your
punishment like a man?"
Without warning, Kate drew his foreskin back, stretching the
skin tightly before firmly slapping his bare bottom.
"Come along answer me!"
Peter could hardly stammer as he eyed the leather tawse upon
the stool. He was aware that all eyes were focussed on his
erect penis as Kate held his foreskin firmly and brought her
other hand around to gently cup his testicles and pull them
forward, displaying them for the attention of her audience.
"Argghhh." Peter groaned loudly as she held him so intimately.
A ripple of predatory excitement ran through the girls as they
heard him groan for the first time, a prelude to their torment
of him.
Kate let go of the trembling boy and moved away from him. She
felt sorry for him and yet was excited by the prospect of what
they were to do to him. She realised that he was shyer than
she had ever imagined a boy of his age could be. She could not
stand boys or men with the arrogant bravado of the average
male ego. Instead she had turned to the gentleness and
subtlety of her fellow sex. But this was different; here was a
male that fitted her ideal, slim and beautifully proportioned,
neatly featured and a nature that was shy and malleable. She
was sure that the rest of the girls shared her views about him
as she watched him standing with his hands clasped firmly to
his head and his legs spread wide apart, his cheeks aflame
with embarrassment and confusion.
"I think Colette should be first, ladies." She turned to
Colette and smiled at her. "You may do with him what you wish,
within the guidelines of what we have discussed earlier."
Peter stood and watched as the girls pulled their sun lounges
even closer to the stool, which had been placed in front of
him. His mind was in limbo between embarrassment and
confusion, his cheeks were burning with humiliation and he
still could not believe that the girls were really intent on
using the leather tawse upon him. He had had an inkling
earlier that this was a charade designed to frighten him
rather than to seriously punish him.
He was left in no doubt to his fate as Colette stood before
him and with a beckoning finger bade him follow her to the
stool.
She sat down taking the tawse in her right hand as she did so.
"Peter stand in front of me, I want to have a good look at you
before I decide exactly how to punish you.
Peter quaked as he walked the two steps to stand in front of
Colette, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he steeled
himself to look down at her naked body. He had managed to keep
his hands on top of his head, feeling utterly foolish as he
stood in front of the naked girl. Her lithe body mesmerised
him as he looked down at her, he realised suddenly exactly
where he was staring and quickly averted his eyes.
"So you are up to your tricks already are you Peter?" Staring
at my breasts even at the point of your punishment for
previous misdemeanours, well Peter what do you have to say for
yourself?
"I'm sorry mm miss, I really am sorry." Peter stammered as he
dropped his head and looked down at his feet, tears rolling
down his cheeks as he stood shivering with fear and
humiliation, his shins almost touching her beautifully slender
legs.
Colette placed the tawse on the deck beside her and looked at
him, her pretty face showing no emotion.
"Not as sorry as you are going to be in a moment, now come
closer and let me have a look at you. You are obviously
incorrigible and beyond reasonable behaviour." She reached
forward and placed her hand behind his knee as she bade him
stand closer. She looked amused as he managed to shuffle
forward a few inches, feeling utterly foolish as his legs
touched her knees, his erect penis only inches away from her.
"Stand with your legs apart, you silly boy, can't you do
anything right." Peter blushed profusely, his cheeks aflame
with humiliation and shame as she patted the inside of his
thighs until he had spread his legs well apart. Her knees were
now in between his legs, his erect penis only millimetres away
from her naked breasts as she leaned forward and looked up at
him.
"Look at me Peter and listen to what I have to say. If I catch
you closing your eyes or looking away I will have Ami shock
you in your bottom, do you understand me?" Peter looked at the
pretty young girl, her stern face showed no emotion as she
placed her hands upon his hips. "Right Peter, I am going to
examine your body thoroughly and then I am going to punish
that little bottom of yours!
"Now look at me and do not close your eyes." She held his gaze
steadily as she slid her hands over his hips and down the side
of each thigh. "Do not take your eyes from mine Peter, I want
to see your shame, so you understand me?" Although his eyes
were full of tears he managed to continue looking into her
eyes as she smoothed her hands down each of his thighs. Peter
shivered as he felt her knead the flesh before moving her
hands to the inside of his legs, her delicate fingers causing
him to shiver. He knew with utter certainty and dread that her
hands would move upwards to his genitals. It was the utter
certainty of it that caused a shiver to run through his body
as inexorably her hands moved higher.
Colette could see the utter dread in his face as she mover her
hands higher until the back of her hand brushed against the
smoothly shaven skin of his testicles. Such was the slow
deliberation of her first contact with his genitals that he
jerked his hips backwards. Colette quickly smacked his thigh.
"Don't you dare pull away from me, you naughty boy!" She
replaced her hand on the inside of his thigh before speaking
again, making sure that his eyes were still looking into hers.
"One more display like that and I will have you shocked in
your bottom, do you understand?" Peter's lips were trembling
and his throat was so dry with fear and shame that he could
hardly speak.
"I'm sorry er miss" Peter managed to stammer as suddenly he
felt her delicate fingers cup his testicles and draw them
forward from in-between his legs. Deliberately she hesitated a
moment, holding his gaze steadily, before encircling his penis
with her other hand and pushing the foreskin back. She could
read the shame in his eyes as she held his testicles in one
hand and exposed his penis fully with the other.
"Aren't you ashamed Peter, being made to stand naked while I
display you like this." The tears rolled down Peter's cheeks
as he stammered his reply. "Please miss, I meant no offence,
I . er I "
Colette did not let him finish his sentence. "It is far to
late for excuses Peter, take your hands off you head and come
around to the side. I am going to take you over my knee and
smack that naughty bottom of your."
She moved her legs and without letting go of his penis and
testicles moved him until her was stood at her side.
"Over you go, there's a good boy." She let go of his testicles
and placed her hand on his bottom while pulling him over her
lap with a firm grip on his penis.
"There you are that's the way, now let me have a look at this
bottom of yours." Her words were designed to provide the
maximum humiliation as she took her hand from his penis and
trapped the rigid member between her naked thighs. Delicately
she placed both hands on either side of his bottom cheeks and
spread them wide. Cheekily she pushed a fingertip against his
anus, watching the sphincter contract to evade the intrusion.
"Now Peter I want you to relax your bottom and keep still,
while I smack your cheeks". She raised her hand and brought it
down in a hard smack across his bottom. "Don't you dare tense
your bottom, do you hear me Peter" She started to stroke his
bottom, her soft touch moving from the back of his thighs
upwards and over the hillocks of his buttocks.
Peter looked at the deck only inches from his face. His hands
were flat against the wooden decking and his legs were
dangling in the air as she stroked him gently before suddenly
lifting her hand and smacking him once more with her bare
hand.
"er Yes miss, he managed to stammer as he felt her legs
squeeze together, tight against his erect penis. To his horror
he felt his rigid member begin to throb with the intimate
contact of her soft inner thighs. He valiantly tried to relax
the cheeks of his bottom as her hand stroked gently over the
tender flesh.
Colette reached for the tawse and raised it high above his
naked buttocks before bringing it down firmly. She watched
fascinated as the leather bit into his flesh. The tawse was
designed more as an implement of shame rather than that of
pure corporal punishment. Although they were thick, the tails
of the leather implement were soft and very pliable, giving
the effect of being beaten with perhaps a wetted towel, rather
than the bite of an instrument of correction.
What was realistic enough was the loud sharp slap of the tawse
against bared flesh. Peter grunted at each stroke of the tawse
as it was brought down quickly and firmly over his upturned
bottom. He had never known such humiliation and degradation.
The beauty of the girls; the shaving of his genitals; the
almost casual handling of his most private parts, all
contributed to his utter shame.
He felt a gentle hand take hold of his shoulder and gesture
for him to get up from across the knees of Colette. His face
was bright red, partly from his upturned position - and partly
through the extreme embarrassment of his punishment.
He stood before her once more, obediently his eyes met hers
and held her gaze as he replaced his hands on his head and
stood with his legs well apart.
Colette could not help smiling as she noted his obedience and
eagerness to obey her previous instructions even though she
had not asked him to do so.
"Now you are to apologise to me Peter. I want you to tell me
that you are sorry for being a dirty little boy." Peter held
her gaze, unable to stop yet another tear rolling down his
cheeks. He was aware that his penis was throbbing up and down,
a fact that had already been noticed by Colette and the other
girls.
"Please miss, I am so sorry er for being a dirty little boy.
I promise I will never do anything like that again." Tears
rolled down his cheeks as he stammered his apologies. Colette
softened her expression and stood up her body almost touching
his, she slapped his penis lightly with the tips of the tawse,
watching him flinch with embarrassment rather than pain.
"Right Peter, I have finished with you for a while. Stand up
absolutely straight, open your legs wider and face the girls.
On no account must you avoid looking at them, or anyone that
addresses you directly. Are you clear on that Peter?"
Peter gulped, but obeyed, placing his hands more firmly on top
of his head and opening his legs even wider as he faced the
girls who were watching his every movement.
"One day you will learn to control this!" Casually she slapped
his penis with a downwards stroke of the tawse, causing his
rigid member to wobble up and down, before dropping the tawse
on to the stool and moving back to her sun lounge.
Kate eyed the girls as they sat or longed in a semi circle
around the naked boy. Although Kate could sense an air of
excitement to the average onlooker the girls would have
appeared to show but a mild interest in the proceedings. The
cool demeanour common to the very, very pretty girl is not
merely a haughty attitude, but rather the barrier against the
constant attention that their beauty itself encourages from
male admirers. Even at a young age the girls would have
already developed their cool and unapproachable exterior,
masking any expression that could be confused with
encouragement. All the girls onboard ship would, if they had
been placed in a different environment, have been the beauty
that stood well above the merely average.
Peter faced the girls, his body shivering with embarrassment,
acutely aware of the terrible throbbing of his penis as he
stood naked before his tormentors. He blushed profusely as
several of the girls got up from their loungers and proceeded
to form a line in front of him. He desperately wanted to hang
his head in shame rather than look at them as he had been
ordered to. A tall slender bodied girl stood in front of him,
her long black hair cascading across her shoulder as she
tossed her head. She reached out a hand and gently cupped his
chin, moving his head until their eyes met. Her rich Southern
American accent made him feel even smaller than he felt
already.
"Now honey bunch, let's see if few more hard smacks will make
Sunny Jim here go down, mmm shall we sweetie pie?"
Peter blushed profusely as she took a firm hold of his penis.
"Let's just skin him back and have a good look at him shall we
girls?" She held the tip of his penis with one hand and pulled
back his foreskin with the other, stretching the skin tightly
until the heel of her hand was pressed against the smoothly
shaven flesh of his pubis. Peter could not help jerking his
hips away from her as she exposed him fully.
Roslyn was enjoying herself tremendously as she felt the throb
of his penis beneath her fingers. She watched her friends
gather around his trembling body to see exactly what she was
doing to him.
"Well you are a sensitive little fellow aren't you? Just stand
still now and let's see what you're made of." With that remark
she let go of the tip of his penis and grasped his testicles
in the palm of her hand, her long fingernails pressing against
the perineum as she squeezed and rolled the testes within the
scrotal sac. Peter could only gasp at the way she handled him
so nonchalantly as if she was examining a horse.
"Arrggghh ooohhhhhh." Peter groaned aloud as he felt her
squeeze his testicles firmly and stretch the skin of his penis
even tighter. "Arrggghhh . arrggghh." He groaned again as he
felt one of the girls behind him, suddenly part the cheeks of
his bottom and insert her slender fingers inside the crease,
exploring the sensitive opening of his bottom.
The six girls seemed to close in upon him, their hands
seemingly everywhere upon his body stroking their soft fingers
over his torso, occasionally tweaking his nipples and
squeezing the soft flesh of his bottom; their naked or near
naked bodies brushing against him as they busied themselves
with examining him.
"Keep still, sweetie pie while the girls have a good look at
you and then we'll smack your little bottom for you." Roslyn
could see the utter embarrassment of the boy written right
across his face, as she humiliated him both verbally and
physically.
"O.K. girls, lets get into a line. Hey who's handing out the
paddles? They are on the desk over there. Ah uh you got them
honey, O.K. Bring them over and we'll get this show on the
road."
Peter looked aghast as he saw one of the girls carrying a pile
of leather paddles with which she proceeded to hand out.
Roslyn let go of his testicles but retained her firm hold of
his throbbing penis as she turned away from him and addressed
the girls.
"Come on lefthanders that side and the rest of you this
side." Quickly the girls formed a line as the nearest girl to
Roslyn handed her a leather paddle. She turned back to Peter
and placed the end of the leather paddle under his chin,
lifting his head so that he was looking her straight in the
eyes.
She spoke to him softly, almost tenderly, watching the
frightened emotion on his face and the tears welling up in his
eyes.
"O.K. honey, you get to walk down the middle of us. When you
get to the end of the line you walk for about another metre
and then you turn around and come back. You do that twice
altogether. What you must not forget is to keep your hands up
on top of your head and make sure you walk nice and slowly. Do
you think you can do that for me honey, mmm?"
Peter looked stupefied, his face burning with humiliation. He
understood what was about to happen, having seen similar
scenes at school. Where the unfortunate youth had been
squirted with water pistols as they 'ran the gauntlet' as it
used to be called.
He looked into her eyes, his eyes pleading as he spoke.
"Please miss er I'm sorry miss er" She suddenly let go of his
penis as he spoke and stroked her hand gently over his
blushing cheek.
"Don't worry honey bunch it will all be over soon. Just manage
to get it right, there's a good boy, otherwise I will make you
go again." Peter felt his lips begin to quiver, he knew he was
near to fainting with embarrassment as Roslyn took him by the
hips and turned him to face the girls.
Three of the girls were on one side and Roslyn joined the two
girls standing on the other side. She turned her head to face
Peter. O.K. Honey bunch start walking and keep going past the
end of the line until I tell you to turn. You got that,
sweetheart?"
Peter blushed a deeper shade of red as he started to walk
between the two rows of girls. He felt utterly stupid as his
erect penis wobbled and bobbed up and down before him. His
naked body exposed to whatever they would do to him. Two of
the girls were completely naked the rest had removed their
bikini tops. Peter was in awe of their beauty, he dropped his
head in embarrassment no longer able to keep control of
himself. He squeezed his eyes shut and walked forward blindly,
trying in vain to shut out the humiliation of his ordeal.
"STOP" Roslyn's voice was like a whip, shaking Peter out of
his almost trance like state. He looked up his eyes showing
the alarm he felt at her sharp rebuke.
"You are not to close your eyes or hang your head, now go back
and start again. You do that again Sweetie and I'll squeeze
your balls so hard that you will wish you had never been
born."
Peter could not help crying as he looked up at the beautiful
girl. The tears rolled down his cheeks as he tried to muster
his senses enough to speak. "I am so sorry miss please miss"
He sobbed, his knees shaking and his shoulders heaving with
emotion.
"O.K. Honey just go back and start again. I will forgive you
this once." Roslyn's voice was soft and tender, almost the
whisper of a loving nursemaid. Her complete manipulation of
his emotions elicited exactly the response she wanted from
him. She watched as he pulled himself together and walked back
to his started point. She could see that he was acutely aware
of his total nakedness, trying desperately to hold the cheeks
of his bottom together as he turned away from them.
The girls watched as Peter started to walk between them. This
time he walked upright his eyes looking straight ahead and his
hands clasped together behind his head.
They had arranged themselves so that instead of being exactly
opposite each other, their positions were staggered, allowing
them more room to swing their paddles as well as making the
line longer. They held their paddles at the ready as he
approached. The first girl caught hold of his penis as he
approached squeezing it as he walked past her. She let go of
him as he walked directly in front of her and then raised her
paddle and brought it down hard on the centre of his bottom.
She heard him gasp as the paddle spanked his tender flesh. His
gasp becoming louder as the second girl took hold of his
testicles, her slender fingers jiggling the ball sac as he
continued his progress down the line. 'Craacck' a second
paddle smacked against his buttocks as another hand grasped
his penis. This time it was Roslyn that pushed his foreskin
back and then smacked the errant organ with her fingertips as
he shuffled rather than walked between the two rows of girls.
"That's the way honey you are doing fine, she whispered before
raising her paddle and smacking him smartly on the tender
cheeks of his bottom.
"Arrggghhh ooohhhh arggggghhhhh." Peter gasped and groaned
as he made his way between the girls. Although the paddles
were made of softened leather, his bottom was beginning to
feel sore. He twitched and shook as the girls handled him
intimately, their soft hand and delicate fingers, squeezing
and kneading his flesh. Peter could not believe the utter
degradation he felt at having his penis and testicles being
held and intimately manipulated as if he were horseflesh,
He almost skipped with pain and humiliation as the last girl
pinched his penis as he walked past, before aiming her paddle
low and catching the tender underside of his bottom cheeks
with a mighty swipe. He continued for a few more steps before
hearing Roslyn shout to him.
"O.K. Peter, you did alright that time, now turn around and
come back; keep you r eyes open and lets see if we can warm
that bottom of yours a little more this time.
It was like a nightmare as Peter walked back through the row
of girls. Their hands left no part of him untouched, their
paddles smacking him across the buttocks time and time again.
He stumbled rather than walked, gasping, groaning almost
screaming with anguish as the young girls punished him
diligently. Such was his pain and humiliation that he lost
track of the amount of times he had walked between his row of
tormentors. Tears were running down his cheeks and yet his
penis was erect and throbbing with sensation as they casually
handled his genitals before smacking his tender and burning
bottom cheeks with their paddles. His buttocks were on fire as
he came to the end of the line, his voice hoarse with his
cries of anguish and pain. He was just about to turn again
when Roslyn spoke.
"Stop where you are Peter, your punishment is finished for the
time being." She looked at the montage of stripes and blotches
across the cheeks of his bottom. She knew that twenty-four
strokes of the paddle would be hard for anyone to bear and yet
she was quite sure that he was crying more from the
humiliation and degradation of his chastisement rather than
the pain.
"Stay where you are and I will come and see to you. You may
take your hands from your head, but you are not to cover
yourself or touch your bottom, is that clear.?"
Peter managed to mumble a replay before unclasping his hands
from his head. He flinched momentarily as he felt a soft hand
upon his shoulder. "Alright Peter, I am not going to hurt you
any more, come with me and I will see what I can do for you."
The softness of her voice brought tears to his eyes once more
as she led him to one of the sun beds and placed two large
cushions across the middle of the mattress. " Now lie face
down with your hips over the cushions. Come along I'll help
you."
Gently she helped him kneel upon the bed. " Just spread your
knees, before you lay down, that's a sweetie." Her voice was
soft almost a whisper as she watched him go on to hands and
knees and then with a sigh of embarrassment spread his knees
apart.
Deftly she took hold of his erect penis and pulled it further
between his legs as she placed her other hand on the small of
his back and bade him lie down. His penis was now pointed
downwards against the edge of the cushions and his buttocks
were elevated well above the level of his head.
Peter felt foolish and vulnerable, acutely aware that his
bottom was stuck up in the air and that his penis was in plain
view for anyone to see. Roslyn came around to his side and sat
on the edge of the bed. Her body, naked apart from the
briefest of bikini bottoms glistened in the sunlight as she
looked at the trembling boy. "Turn your head towards me Peter,
Kate is bringing you a drink that you can suck through a straw
while you are lying there. You still have some more smack
bottoms to come, but we are going to let you have a little
rest for the time being."
Peter turned his head towards her, resting it on his hand,
acutely aware of the proximity of her nakedness. He felt her
hand stroke over his back and over his upturned buttocks,
before dipping her fingers low between his legs and gently
squeezing his erect penis.
"My you are a big boy, aren't you honey bunch. Perhaps this
will go down if you just lay here quietly." Peter felt her
squeeze his penis once more before letting go. It felt painful
having his penis held back between his legs rather than laid
under his tummy. He watched as Roslyn got up from the bed and
made way for Kate who had brought him a drink in a sealed cup
with a long flexible straw made in clear plastic. She placed
it on the deck and gave him the end of the straw. Just lean up
and drink that and then you can have a little rest. Her naked
breasts actually brushed against his shoulder as she leaned
forward and gently kissed his burning cheek. Peter watched,
feeling embarrassed and vulnerable as Kate moved away from the
sun bed. Peter drank most of his drink and then rested his
head on his hands and closed his eyes.
Kate and Roslyn walked the short distance to the back of the
deck and through a storm door that led to their own lounge
area. The room was large and spacious and like the rest of
upper decks of the ship, was beautifully furnished. There were
soft leather chairs and low coffee tables arranged around the
room, which could have been mistaken for the interior of a
smart gentleman's club apart from one item. In the middle of
the room was a gynaecological chair to which was strapped a
naked girl. Her shapely legs had been spread wide apart and
strapped into stirrups high above her head. Her bottom was
fully exposed and almost lifted off the surface of the
leather-covered chair allowing access to every part of her
body. Her wrists were fastened to leather cuffs set into the
side of the chair and her head was laid back against a padded
headrest. She was moaning loudly, her pretty mouth was wide
open and her legs and hips jerked in spasms of exactly four
second intervals. Kate walked over to the naked girl and
nonchalantly took hold of both of her nipples between her
finger and thumbs. "Well Susanne my dear girl, what do you
think of out little Easter eggs?"
The naked girl panted her reply between gasping for breath.
Her firm breasts heaving up and down as she jerked her hips
uncontrollably
"Please miss Kate no more I can't stand it any longer." Kate
smoothed her hands over the girl's breasts before running them
down across her abdomen and over the flat stomach to the lush
prominent mound of her naked pubis. She cupped her hand and
gripped the girl between the legs. Taking care not to disturb
the fine electric cable that emerged from between the thick
puffy lips of her labia. A second cable emerged from the pink
rosebud of her bottom hole, both cables being attached to a
grey box that had been placed on the floor at the side of the
chair.
Roslyn was already bent down on one knee at the side of the
box and at a signal from Kate she turned two of the dials.
Immediately the girl gasped forcefully and her hips rose off
the seat of the chair in a frenzied attempt to escape the
electric jolt of the egg shaped devices that had been placed
inside her vagina and her anus.
"I think our girl is ready for us now, don't you Roslyn."
Roslyn smiled as she stood up and placed her hands on the
girl's nipples. "I will let you do the honours Kate." She said
as she ran the palm of her hands over the erect nipples of the
helpless girl. "Come on honey, let's see you cum for me."
Roslyn bent low and kissed the girl on her lips, robbing her
of breath as Kate carefully parted the neat plump labial lips
and teased the clitoris free from the prepuce. Her fingers
spread like scissors holding the flesh back to expose the
clitoris fully. She rested her other hand on the girl's plump
pubis and deliberately ran her fingernail over the engorged
nub of erectile flesh, which she had just exposed. Susanne
raised her hips in a violent jerk as Kate, almost cruelly
teased the prominent clitoris, now rubbing over the sensitive
surface with her fingertip.
Roslyn watched the girl's face; she was beginning to toss her
head from side to side in abandonment as the girls expertly
teased and manipulated her body towards an impending orgasm.
The deep and penetrating throb of the large egg shaped
electrodes allowed her no respite from her sexual torment.
"Poor baby, going to have a nice big cum now are we?"
Roslyn's sardonic tone further increased the young girl's
feeling of vulnerability, knowing with certainty that she
would be made to climax while they watched her every movement.
Kate took one hand away from the girl's vagina for a split
second and smacked her firmly across her exposed bottom.
Immediately she returned her hand and quickened her
stimulation of the young girl's erect clitoris.
Roslyn felt a thrill of excitement as the captive girl
approached her climax. Suddenly her whole body stiffened, her
back arched in an uncontrollable spasm and her breasts
shuddered as she tensed into a rigid form. Kate's fingers were
a flurry of activity, rubbing quickly but lightly over the
girl's most sensitive organ. Roslyn did not betray the
excitement she felt as she looked down at the beautiful
distraught young girl laying prostate and spread-eagled before
her. Deliberately she pinched both nipples hard and held them
firmly. The girl appeared to be in seizure as she climaxed,
her body held rigid in incredible ecstasy. Her hips were
thrust upwards, immobile apart from the incredible quivering
of her straining muscles. Her mouth was wide open and every
sinew of her body straining as her orgasm was held mercilessly
by the two girls with the help of the steady throbbing
electrodes within her vagina and anus. Suddenly she screamed.
"Argggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" a prolonged wail as wave
after wave of sensation coursed through her body. Kate
thoughtfully put her foot over the footswitch of the grey box
as the girl suddenly collapsed back on to the examination
chair. Her breath expelled noisily from between her lips as
her muscles went slack Her head rolled to the side and her
face and body drained of any vestige of expression or
strength. Kate stopped the pulse of the electrodes and gently
cupped her hand over the girl's plump pubis, squeezing firmly,
but being careful not to stimulate the girl further.
Gently both Kate and Roslyn stroked their hands gently over
the young girl's body, a gentle and tender caress before
taking their hands away. Kate lowered the stirrups to a
comfortable position for her legs and Roslyn undid the cuffs
that encircled her wrists.
"You rest there, sweetie and we'll come and see to you a
little later on." Roslyn turned to her friend and quickly
slipped her hand down the front of Kate's bikini bottom. "I
guess you did enjoy that dear Kate." She laughed as she
squeezed the rounded hillock of plump flesh., feeling the
moist lips of her vagina. "Looks like a wet afternoon in spite
of the sunshine." She laughed as she slipped her hand out of
the bikini bottom and from in-between Kate's thighs.
13
The girls walked back out onto the deck and into the sunshine.
A welcome cooling breeze tempered the warmth of the day. The
ship had anchored during the night to wait its turn to enter
the Suez Canal, before continuing its voyage into the red sea
and beyond through the Arabian Sea.. Their voyage would take
them through the northern part of the Indian Ocean and past
Sri Lanka. Heading east, they would pass the Bay of Bengal and
the northern tip of Sumatra, before heading south through the
Strait of Malacca to Malaysia. In the distance the girls could
see the shores of Dumyat, their vision of the shoreline
distorted by the refraction of heat from the desert sands.
Kate looked around the luxuriously appointed deck. Some of the
girls were sunbathing; their beautiful bodies splayed
provocatively as they enjoyed the warmth of the sun's rays.
Others were sat around the bar area sipping ice cold drinks
from thermos glasses.
Occasionally their eyes would turn towards the boy. His
upturned bottom displayed as if in invitation to punish or
torment. Peter had been lying quietly for about twenty
minutes, during that time he had been acutely aware of his
nakedness and the close proximity of the girls. He could not
help flinching each time a girl walked past him, or blushing
at the thought of the humiliation he had endured at their
hands. He felt a hand gently stroke over his bottom, shivering
as delicate fingers trailed down between his legs.
"Open your eyes Peter, are you awake?" Peter opened his eyes
to see a young girl bending over him, her face only inches
from his own. She was fully dressed in a white silken shirt
and matching white cotton skirt. She was small and slender,
her pretty face, wearing thin-rimmed spectacles made her look
even younger than her eighteen year. Peter blushed as the girl
looked in to his eyes; her words making his stomach churn in
acute fear and embarrassment. Behind her stood a taller blonde
girl, dressed in the same whites and carrying a leather tawse.
She moved around to the other side of the bed, out of Peter's
sight, and knelt down beside the bed. The first girl looked at
Peter, her pretty blue eyes looking directly into his as she
spoke.
"My name is Jill and it is my turn to spank you now. So if you
will get up on to you hands and knees, I will take the
cushions away and you can have your bottom smacked kneeling
just where you are. Up you get then, there's a good boy."
Peter blushed profusely, looking at the young girl and yet not
believing that someone so young and innocent looking could
actually mean to smack his bottom. He groaned in anguish and
embarrassment as he raised himself from the sun-bed until he
was on his hands and knees. He felt utterly embarrassed as he
watched the girl carefully slide the cushions out from
underneath him. He blushed again as the soft fabric of the
cushions rubbed against the tip of his penis causing him to
jerk his hips and try and raise his bottom even higher.
The girl's studious expression belied the enjoyment she was
feeling as she took the cushions away, noting that the boy's
penis was already semi-erect. "If you will give me the tawse
Lisa, I will smack him first, while you hold his penis and
testicles out of the way." Peter felt his stomach churn in
utter dread and trepidation as he heard her words. He felt the
soft skin of the Lisa's forearm brush against his bottom as
she handed the tawse to Jill, who was kneeling in front of
him. He watched in horror as she nonchalantly took it in her
right hand and proceeded to swish it through the air.
Behind him, Lisa leaned forward and reached her hands out
underneath his hips. She watched as the boy almost jumped out
of his skin as he felt her delicate fingers encircle his
scrotum and then other hand grip his penis firmly. She felt a
thrill run through her body as she deftly slid his foreskin
right back, exposing the glans fully, much to his obvious
dismay.
Jill stood up and walked around to the rear of the boy. His
knees were spread wide a apart and she could see Lisa's hands
busily kneading his testicles and manipulating his foreskin up
and down the shaft of his penis. She raised the tawse and
without warning him, brought the thick leather down hard
across the very centre of his naked buttocks. Jill could not
have described the utter sensuality of the emotion she felt as
she watched the tawse impact the soft flesh of his bottom and
heard the sound of the hard 'slap' as the leather met his
flesh.
"Arrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhh" Peter groaned in anguish and pain as
the leather bit into his buttocks. He could not believe that
so slender a girl could have beaten him so hard. He clenched
and unclenched his bottom cheeks trying to rid himself of the
pain unaware that a second stroke was already on its way.
"Slaaaaaaaaaapppp" The leather again enveloped the tender
flesh of his bottom. Jill shivered with excitement as she
watched the boy buck and writhe with the pain and indignity of
the second stroke of the tawse.
Lisa busied her fingers, moving her hand quickly up and down
the shaft of his penis, her other hand gently kneading and
hefting his testicles until she felt the penis begin to harden
into a full erection. "Poor baby" She whispered softly to him.
"Fancy having to have your poor bottom smacked so hard." She
squeezed his testicles firmly and pulled them forward as she
caught sight of Jill raising the tawse high in the air. "Relax
your bottom, there's a good boy and let the strap do its
work." Peter shivered with humiliation and pain as Lisa
slipped his foreskin down the shaft of his penis and held it
tight as once again the tawse bit into the soft flesh of his
bottom.
"Slaaaaaaaaaaaaappppp" The tawse bit right into his bottom,
the two tails curling under the overhang of flesh between
buttock and thigh. "There's a good boy" Lisa whispered, her
excitement almost palpable as she gently drew his foreskin up
over the glans her fingers grazing against the sensitive tip
as she once again held his testicles firmly.
Jill was too excited to hesitate and savour the moment she
raised the tawse high and with all her strength brought the
instrument of punishment hard against the juncture of his
thighs.
"Arggggghhhhh" His scream of anguish was music to her ears as
she watched him buck and writhe in pain and utter degradation.
She stood for a moment clutching her breast, aware that the
other girls were watching the naked boy as he tried to deal
with the pain. She could see that he was sobbing with
distress, his shoulders moving up and down and his body
shivering with emotion.
Jill knelt down by his side and gently stroked his cheek.
"There Peter, I'm sorry I have had to smack your bottom, but
that's what naughty bottoms are for. You can thank me for
spanking you and then I'll hold your penis and testicles out
of the way so that Lisa doesn't catch them with the tawse."
Peter looked at the young girl through his tears; her
expression was so demure that he could hardly equate what she
was saying to him.
"I am so sorry miss, I'm er.. so sorry." Peter could hardly
speak as he looked at the young girl, who had so cruelly
spanked his bottom. "Please forgive me miss"
Jill looked at him coolly. "Then thank me for punishing you."
Peter could not believe how utterly humiliated he felt as he
tried to form his words. "Thank you miss er thank you for
punishing me." He sobbed the words, blushing a deep crimson as
Jill gently laid her hand against his cheek.
She watched the boy continue sobbing as she walked around the
bed, noticing the bright red welts clearly delineated against
his pale skin. She moved around to the other side of the sun
bed, handing Lisa the tawse as they passed by each other. She
knelt down on the deck and reached under the boy's chin,
making him turn his head towards her. "Now Peter I want you to
look at me without turning your head away while you are being
punished. Lisa is going to give you another four strokes of
the tawse on your bottom, and I am going to hold you like
this." Peter groaned as Jill deliberately increased his
humiliation by making the boy look at her as she slid her hand
under his chest and smoothed her fingers down under his tummy
before grasping his penis firmly. She heard him gasp as her
fingers encircled his penis only to moan more loudly as she
cupped his testicles in her other hand and squeezed them
firmly.
"Now be a good boy and take your medicine." She said; as she
deliberately slipped the skin of his foreskin down the
engorged flesh of his penis before bringing back up, squeezing
hard as the skin slipped over the glans.
Peter was quivering from head to foot as Jill held him firmly.
He did not hear the first swish of the tawse as it travelled
through the air and found it's mark across the centre of his
bottom. He quivered and shook as Lisa lashed his bottom four
times, her strokes equally as hard as that of her companion.
He screamed with anguish as the tawse came down across his
buttocks, leaving him no respite.
"Arrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh. He screamed as his already
tender bottom received stroke after stroke. Lisa had equally
spaced the tawse, marking him from the top of his buttocks
down to the crease at the juncture of his thighs.
Jill was in heaven as she watched the pain and anguish upon
his face increase as he received each stroke, unable to hide
his pain, humiliation and abject dismay. His penis throbbed
mightily beneath her fingers as she deftly brought him to the
very edge of a climax. She was careful to not to go to far;
holding him firmly for the last stroke and then squeezing his
testicles at the same time as her fingers pressed hard against
the perineum.
Jill took her hands away from his genitals; she could see that
a droplet of clear liquid had already formed at the tip of his
penis.
Peter gasped and shook, tears rolled down his cheeks and
dropped on to the bed below. His arms felt weary from the
prolonged 'hands and knees' position, which he had been
required to hold throughout the eight strokes of the tawse;
the results of which were now clearly emblazoned across his
tender bottom cheeks.
Peter was left him no respite; several of the girls, on Kate's
instructions came across to the bed and helped turn him over.
They watched his anguished face as they laid him with his
tender buttocks overhanging the edge of the bed;
unceremoniously hoisting his legs in the air while two of the
girls took his legs and held them wide apart. They held them
back and above his chest, lifting his buttocks high off the
bed.
Peter watched in horror as Kate stood between his legs a thin
rattan cane in her hand as she looked down at him. He was
aware that his penis was standing upwards, the exposed tip,
pointing straight in the air and that his testicles were
hanging down between his widely splayed thighs.
The girls had gathered around him and wherever Peter looked,
all he could see were the beautiful bodies and faces the
girls, looking down and examining every inch of his body. A
shiver ran through his body as Kate held the cane between two
hands and spoke to him. Her tall statuesque body seemed even
taller as he looked up from his spread-eagled position on the
bed.
"Well Peter just four strokes to go. You are not to close your
eyes, do you understand me. Peter nodded, unable to speak
through his shame and tears. He felt his head being lifted and
held as one of the girls, who was completely naked, slid
across the bed above his head and straddled the soft mattress.
She took his head and rested it against her tummy so that
Peter could do nothing but look at Kate as she stood back and
raised the cane above her head. Suddenly he felt several hands
grasp his testicles and penis, soft fingers holding his most
intimate parts. He felt his foreskin being forced back down
the shaft of his penis and his testicles pulled up away from
his buttocks. Cleverly the girls manipulated his testicles and
penis causing him to gasp with sensation.
. "I am afraid this is going to hurt you Peter, but it is for
your own good." Kate's voice was soft and controlled, in stark
contrast to the swift stroke of the cane, which bit into the
tender flesh of his bottom.
"Arggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Peter raised his hip in
agony as the pain seared through his body. He had never known
such torment; his body shivered and shook, vainly trying to
ease the snakebite sting of the slim rattan cane.
"Swiiissssssssssssssh .craaaaaaaaaaaacccccccccccccccccckkkkkkk
kkkkkk.The cane bit into his flesh once more, his buttocks
shivering and quaking with the intensity of the unrelenting
pain. Such was his anguish that the girls let go of his
genitals, watching as his penis, although erect and engorged,
still managed to slap from side to side against his hips. His
head was thrown back against the soft flesh of the naked girl
as his mouth opened wide and he gasped for air.
The girls took their cue from Kate, taking hold of his penis
and testicles once more and holding them away from his
buttocks as Kate quickly raised the cane.
"craaaaaccccccccckkkkkkkkkkk." The cane bit into his flesh
again. The soft skin immediately reddening as the cane
impacted. "arrrrggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Peter screamed. His voice pitched high into a wail as the pain
coursed through every nerve ending. His body shook and
shivered, his genitals, once more freed by the girls, slapped
wildly against his hips and tummy.
Kate's voice was calm and controlled as she thrilled at the
site of the naked boy laid prostrated before her. "Poor baby,
fancy having to have such a hard smack-bottom. Never mind it
will soon be over. Try and keep your bottom still for the last
stroke there's a good boy."
Kate knew full well that Peter would not be able to keep his
bottom still; her words were merely intended to inflame and
embarrass his senses. His anguished face was a testimony to
her success as she nodded to the girls, watching them quickly
take a firm hold of his penis and testicles, as once more she
raised the cane and brought it down in a graceful arc,
watching the rattan bite into his flesh.
"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Peter's body stiffened as if he had been electrocuted. His
head was thrown back and his scream was hideously high pitched
as he fought the pain.
"arggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Beside himself with
pain he shivered and shook, his head lashing from side to side
as the unrelenting pain seemed to build to an even higher
intensity. The girls held his genitals firmly this time their
fingers expertly milking him as he writhed and shivered. He
became aware that his testicles were being squeezed and that
his foreskin was being manipulated up and down as his body
quivered and shook in anguish.
"There poor baby, did I hurt your little bottom." Kate's words
humiliated him as he once more became aware of his shameful
and exposed nakedness in front of the young female officers.
He was in a daze as they lifted him from the sun bed; only
vaguely aware of the silk scarves being tied to his wrists,
and the stretching of his arms as they fastened his hands high
above his head to the chromium plated overhead stanchion. He
offered no resistance as his feet were spread apart and
fastened with soft silk to the cleats set into the deck. He
felt a glass being fed to his lips and water fill his mouth as
they bade him drink.
The girls watched him carefully as he stood beneath the
stanchion, his legs spread wide and his arms stretched above
him. He had opened his eyes and Kate could see that his pupils
were now properly focussed.
She looked down at him with a kindly expression as she raised
the glass to his lips once more. Peter drank greedily before
Kate lowered the glass and put it down on the table beside
her.
She smoothed her hand across his face and then down his chest.
Peter became acutely aware that her firm jutting breasts were
only inches from his face as he looked up at her.
"Right Peter this will be the last part of your punishment
from us today. You have been a naughty little boy and have
shown no respect for our privacy. So now we are all going to
watch you, while you have your privacy violated."
Peter looked aghast as Kate spoke to him. He could see the
girls had formed a semi-circle around him and was well aware
that his naked body was freely on display to everyone.
"Now Peter, we are going to make this penis of yours stiff
again." Peter shivered as she emphasised the word "penis" by
taking hold of the base of his now flaccid member and slapping
it from side to side against his hips.
"Jill and Lisa are sitting behind you. Jill is just going to
pop something into your bottom. And then she will milk your
penis until you ejaculate in front of everyone." Peter tried
to turn his head to look, but could not see either Jill or
Lisa, who were sat on small stools behind his widely, spread
legs. A small table had been placed to one side, on top of
which were a variety of instruments and a full range of anal
electrodes. The table also held a large assortment of jars,
tubes of electrode lubricants, towels, a bowl of hot water and
a bucket full of ice.
Peter was so embarrassed at Kate's announcement that he
blushed profusely, the blood rushing to his cheeks until they
were coloured a deep crimson.
"You will keep your eyes open and face the girls while Jill is
milking you. Do you understand me?" Peter was shivering with
embarrassment, he tried to drop his head, but Kate held him
under the chin and made him look up at her.
"One more attempt to look away and I will ask Ami to put her
shocker to the end of your penis and press the trigger, have
you got that young man?"
Peter blushed up again, his head spinning as Kate held his
face close to hers and looked him straight in the eye. Her
beauty overwhelming him and her words embarrassing him so much
that he could hardly breathe.
He jerked his hips in shock as he suddenly felt his buttocks
being stretched wide apart. He heard Lisa's voice admonish
him. "Keep still or I will hold you by the testicles - to keep
you still! Do you understand me?" Peter could barely mumble
his affirmation as his buttocks were stretched wider and a
lubricated finger started to probe the puckered flesh at the
entrance to his anus. His buttocks seemed to be on fire as
Lisa stretched the mounds of flesh apart. She watched intently
as Jill, probed with her slim finger until the sphincter
dilated enough for her to slip her finger inside him.
"Arrgghh" Peter could not help but groan as Jill expertly slid
her slender finger all the way in and began to probe and prod
the sensitive mound of the boy's prostate gland. "Argghhh"
Peter groaned and shivered again as her fingertip rubbed
against the sensitive gland.
"Smaaaaaaccck" Jill delivered a sharp slap to his buttocks
while at the same time pushing hard against the sphincter with
a second finger. Expertly she manoeuvred her hand until she
had two fingers firmly inserted up into his bottom. "Relax
your bottom now, don't be a naughty boy, I would have thought
your bottom was sore enough as it is without me having to
smack you again."
"Arrrggggggggh" Peter moaned as she lubricated his anal
passage, pressing this way and that, curling her fingers and
then widening them in a scissor motion deep inside him. She
lubricated his anus diligently, pushing in and out of him,
incessantly stretching the virgin orifice, until she felt that
she had him loose enough to insert the egg-shaped electrode.
Kate watched the boy begin to shiver with sensation. She
looked down at his genitals, seeing the telltale throb of his
penis as it began to engorge.
He tried to turn his head as he heard Jill speak to him. She
had pulled the stool, she was sitting on, closer to him and he
could feel her breath against his buttocks. Looking across to
the low table next to her she examined the array of
electrodes. One was a large egg shaped device with broad
conductors moulded into it. It had a slim metal extension at
the thicker end, which showed in diagram form, the orientation
of the electrode, thus enabling the user to pinpoint exactly
the location of the electrical current emission. Jill was
quite expert in using the device and knew the exact effect it
would have on the young boy.
"Just relax and breathe deeply, there's a good boy." Peter
attempted to do both, aware that his penis was beginning to
erect as Jill's delicate fingers explored inside him. Suddenly
he felt her slip her fingers from his bottom and press
something large between his buttocks. He jerked his hips
forward attempting to escape the object that was invading the
sensitive anal opening of his bottom.
Kate quickly reached down and took hold of his penis in both
hands. She slipped the foreskin back and ran the palm of her
hand over the sensitive opening of the urethra. As Peter
pressed his hips back to escape the acute sensation to his
penis, he felt the egg shaped object being pushed firmly
upwards into the tender opening of his anus. He gasped unable
to believe that he could accommodate anything so large within
his bottom.
Jill expertly introduced the narrowest part of the device
through the opening, carefully increasing the pressure as she
watched the sphincter dilate.
Inexorably the bulbous egg slid slowly up inside him,
stretching him so unexpectedly that he involuntarily bent his
knees outwards in an obscene gesture as the widest part of the
device was pushed upwards through the sphincter into his anus.
Jill watched the ring of muscle contract over the shiny metal
of the electrode, accelerating it up into his bottom. She
gently patted the cheeks of his bottom as the device
disappeared inside him. Nonchalantly she wiped the lubricant
from her fingers with a towel before taking the cable that was
attached to the egg and plugging it into the control unit. She
observed that the electrodes were located horizontally,
knowing full well that the sensation would be too much for him
to bear if she were to immediately locate the electrode
against his prostate gland.
Gracefully she got up from her stool and stood beside Peter.
She placed her hand gently on to the flat of his stomach,
feeling him tremble as she ran her hand upwards, delicately
caressing his skin before taking his right nipple between her
finger and thumb. Peter looked at her; acutely aware of the
contrast between her neatly pressed white uniform and his own
humiliating nakedness. Her demure beauty overwhelmed him,
causing him to drop his gaze to his feet. "Look at me Peter, I
want to talk to you." Peter forced himself to look into her
pretty face once more. He could not help blushing with shame
as she took her hand from his nipple and gently held his cheek
so that he was unable to look away. "Now Peter, I am going to
turn on the machine, don't fight it it won't help you. I know
this is shameful for you, but it is a salutary lesson that you
must learn."
Peter looked at her, his lips trembling with embarrassment and
humiliation as she daintily bent her knees and reached for a
switch on the control box, which she had placed next to his
foot. She delicately smoothed her hand against the sensitive
skin on the inside of his thigh, as if to steady herself,
before adjusting the controls. Suddenly, without warning Peter
felt a jolt between his legs. It was not a hard shock like the
cattle prod device that the guard had used earlier, but an
acute tightening of the muscles within his groin. His buttocks
and thighs jerked involuntarily as the device pulsed inside
him, he was acutely aware of the spasm inside his penis and
testicles, causing his scrotum to tighten and lift up and his
penis to visibly throb. He gasped as a second jolt followed
the first and then another and another. Jill adjusted the
rotary control until the spasms where two seconds apart. She
stood up and moved back a few paces so that she could look at
him, noting his anguish and fear as the device steadily
stimulated the muscles of his lower body. She could see his
penis was throbbing and moving each time the machine emitted a
jolt of electricity deep within his bottom. His head was
thrown back and he was gasping for breath as she coolly
appraised him.
"Now Peter just let it happen, there's a good boy, there is
nothing you can do to stop it." She moved forward and gently
cupped his testicles in one hand and his penis in the other.
Now Peter I am going to make you ejaculate.
Lisa sat down on the stool that Jill had been occupying and
gently placed one hand on his bottom, stretching the buttock
cheek outwards as she deftly pushed the slender stem that was
attached to the egg. She could feel his body react violently
to the constant pulses that were stimulating his body. She
watched carefully noting his reactions as she alternated the
position of the device; first pushing it forward and then
pulling it back so that it pressed against the sphincter
muscles. She slid her other hand between his legs, pressing
against the perineum before feeling Jill's delicate fingers,
which were cupping the boy's testicles. Carefully she took
over from Jill, nesting the swollen testes in her own hand as
Jill placed both her hands upon the boy's penis.
Lisa watched her friend carefully, waiting for the nod that
would tell her to reorient the device so that the broad
electrode would be pressed firmly against his prostate.