Timothy Part 1
By Jane Marwood
janemarwood@hotmail.com

copyright 2002 - 2004 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 of 
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Timothy looked at his mother as she sat down in the easy chair by
the fireplace of their picturesque family cottage. His face
showed concern as she winced with the pain she felt throughout
her slender and petite body.  His mother, although beginning to
suffer the first symptoms of a bout of influenza, had, as always,
carefully applied makeup to her delicate and refined features. 

Jenny Althorpe had been blessed with a beauty and grace that was
near perfection. Her face was exquisitely featured, the high
cheekbones and beautiful shaped lips now revealed perfect teeth
as she smiled at her sons concerned expression. She was the
product of several generations of fine breeding.

Jenny was dressed in a crisp white cotton blouse and navy skirt
that complimented her slender and trim figure. Although she was
now thirty-four years old, her face and body would have had even
the most discerning admirer guessing at twenty-five.

Timothy had inherited the perfect features of his mother and
equally the strong physique of his father who had died at the
wheel of his car while making his usual journey to his office in
London soon after Timothy's birth. 

Timothy was now fourteen years old and was to Jenny's mind the
most perfect son a mother could ask for. He was kind obedient and
although perhaps a little shy, he had a keen and responsible
attitude to his schoolwork and household duties.

Jenny sighed as she looked at her son and picked up the papers
that were laid on the small occasional table that was
conveniently placed by the arm of her chair.

"It says here that you must be accompanied by a parent or
guardian when you visit the medical centre today Timothy  and
with all the will in the world I don't think I am going to be
well enough to take you on the bus. I don't suppose that missing
the school annual medical for one year is going to hurt, do you
Timothy?"

Timothy looked at his mother, managing to hide his delight at the
news. He had no desire at all to visit the school doctor and to
be examined in front of his mother. He remembered the previous
year when, right in front of his mother, the retiring grey haired
doctor had pushed his hand down the front of the Timothy's
trousers and grasped his testicles, instructing him to cough. He
had not been able to look his mother in the face for several days
such was his embarrassment.

Another reason, even more embarrassing was that for the last year
Timothy had been getting erections. He had never been able to
bring himself to mention them to his mother and although his
friends at school often talked about "having a wank" as they put
it, he had never dared to make himself ejaculate. He often found
that as he rubbed against the bed sheets at night that he was
near to making something happen, such was the intensity of
feeling that he had stopped himself well before the moment of no
return, scared and unsure of what the consequences would be. A
manifestation of his reluctance to masturbate was that his
testicles had swollen to such an extent that they were becoming
painful. He had examined himself several times as he sat on the
edge of his bed and noted the skin of his scrotum was stretched
tightly around his balls and that they had become painful to the
touch.


Jenny looked at her son and then seemed to make a decision.
"Alright Timothy I'll make some phone calls  and as school is
closed for the medical examinations, you might as well go out and
get some fresh air. In fact you might pop across to Mrs Grant and
tell her that I am not well and ask her if the blouse I made
Susan was alright." 

Timothy managed not to blush as his mother mentioned going over
to Mrs. Grant. He was rather in awe of both Susan and her mother.
Like him, Susan had no father and as such, he had often been
asked by Susan's mother to do odd jobs that sometimes required
lifting or climbing a ladder  "Men's work" as she often called
it. He always became embarrassed in front of the pretty mother
and daughter as Mrs. Grant would occasionally run her hand
through his hair and announce to her daughter "look what a good
looking boy Timothy is  don't you think he will make someone a
wonderful husband someday?" Timothy would blush profusely and
look down at his feet as Susan would laugh, or sometimes try to
catch his eye. Susan was just sixteen years old, almost a year
older than Timothy and as such, seemed far more world-wise and
mature than himself. She was extremely pretty and was popular
with boys far older than him  at school he would see her talking
confidently with sixth formers, boys that the school social
hierarchy dictated did not deign to talk with lowly fourth
formers.

Timothy returned home at five o-clock. He had performed several
chores for Mrs. Grant, carefully avoiding looked at her beautiful
and shapely legs as she stood watching him hang a picture,
dressed, as she often did in the summer, in revealing cotton
shorts. Upon entering his home, he opened the door to the living
room and greeted his mother, who was looking even paler than when
he had left. She sighed as she looked up at him from her chair. 

"Ah Timothy I am afraid I am getting worse so Aunt Claire is
bringing your cousin Hazel over to look after you and  I am
afraid; I am going to have to leave you to your own devices as
your Aunt insists that I go back with her until I am well. I know
you haven't seen Hazel since you were small, but she is nineteen
now and a very responsible young lady. She is already in her
final year, training as a Norland Nanny, which is the top
establishment for nannies to the rich and famous " Jenny managed
a weak smile." So I am sure she will look after you well while I
am gone."

Timothy had mixed feelings at the news. True he had not seen
Hazel for years and really could not remember what she looked
like  on the other hand he was rather embarrassed at having to be
looked after by an nineteen year old girl. The second
announcement from his mother came as even more of a shock! "I
rang Vicki Grant while you were over there. She said you were
being very helpful again  and I do appreciate that very much. I
know that she misses having a husband as much as I do and I know
I couldn't manage without you being so helpful. So you can give
your self a pat on the back." Jenny managed another weak smile to
convey her warmth of feeling to her son even though she was
beginning to feel the real effects of what was turning out to be
a really serious case of influenza.

His mother continued "I had a word with Mrs. Grant this afternoon
and because she used to be a nurse I asked if she thought that
they would mind you missing your annual medical. She offered to
ring the centre at Bourne and they kindly offered to let you go
tomorrow, even though it is the erm  girls day for their
medicals. I also told her that Hazel was coming to look after you
and she has offered to look in from time to time. It will be a
lot better for you going tomorrow as Hazel is driving over in her
own car and she can take you over to Bourne in the car  would you
believe a girl of eighteen already has her own car!"
Jenny Althorpe had never learned to drive and after her husbands
death had never had an inclination to own a car. 

Timothy was unable to conceal his embarrassment at the news that
he would, after all, be having his annual medical  and worse
still he would be having it on the girls medical day. He blushed
profusely at the thought of the girls from his school recognising
that he would be the only boy there having a medical. He had
always been shy of girls and at school kept himself very much to
his self.  Would they think it strange  or perhaps that there was
something different about him that he should be at the medical
centre with the girls rather than the boys?

Jenny noted her son's blushing face and thought that perhaps he
might think that he had to line up with the girls. Last year the
medicals had been carried out in the school hall. Hasty screens
had been erected and the boys lined up on one side and the girls
on the other. She quickly hastened to reassure him. "You will
probably have to go to a different section of the medical centre
so I wouldn't worry that you are the only boy there. After all it
is used 'day in and day out by' all the local residents of the
area." Timothy listened to the news and, never having visited the
centre before, was reassured by his mother's words.

It was almost two hours later that Aunt Claire arrived. She had
not changed much from what Timothy could remember, having the
same refined and delicate features as his own mother but perhaps
showing a little more affection than he remembered. She held the
boys face in her hands and planted a quite sloppy kiss upon his
lips before letting him go, only to pat his head and tell him
what a good looking boy he was. Timothy blushed profusely and
trembled involuntarily as his aunt stroked his cheek and held him
by the shoulders while she examined him from head to toe. "My
Timothy you are SUCH a good looking young man" She exclaimed,
causing him to blush once more before hanging his head and
looking at his feet in pure embarrassment and humiliation.

It was moments later that Hazel drove her car into the driveway
of the pretty thatched cottage. She parked carefully, allowing
her mother plenty of room to manoeuvre her car out of the drive
without difficulty. Timothy managed a sly glance at her without
being observed as she slipped off her coat to reveal a navy blue
shirt and matching short skirt. Timothy was dumbstruck  the girl
was absolutely beautiful. Her straight shiny hair was jet-black
and cut severely to just below her jaw line, accenting her
beautiful clean-cut features. She was definitely a product of her
mother, having inherited all the delicacy and refinement of her
mother's features, but with perhaps a slightly more determined
chin and jaw line. A feature that did not correspond to her
mother were the full firm breasts that pressed against the sheer
fabric of her blue cotton shirt as she reached upwards to hang
her coat on the hooks behind the door and the tall lithe body.
Her long tanned legs were bare and showed a great deal of her
beautifully shaped thighs as she fastened her coat to the hook.

Timothy felt himself blushing even before Hazel turned towards
him and spoke softly to him. "Why you must be Timothy, mother
told me you were a good looking boy  but my aren't you just a
beautifully handsome young man."

The compliment, rather than elevate Timothy's sense of maturity,
made him feel even more childlike in her presence. He blushed,
feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks as his eyes met hers for
the brief instance of time before he once again looked down at
his feet in abject embarrassment.

Hazel was well aware of the boy's embarrassment, but chose to
ignore it in the hope that he would come around and lose some of
his inhibitions. She was well aware of the effect her looks and
demeanour could have on some men, and so had developed a talent,
if she felt inclined towards them, of putting people at their
ease.

The conversations between Claire and her sister Jenny did not
last long.  Looking closely at her sister, Claire announced that
Jenny was really poorly and needed her care and attention as soon
as possible. Jenny gently kissed Timothy and with a wry smile let
her sister help her out of the door and to her car. It was all
Jenny could do, to look back at her son, as Claire solicitously
herded her into the car and placed a blanket over her knees.
Timothy watched almost in dread as his mother was driven off,
knowing that soon he would have to come face to face with his
cousin Hazel, who's beauty had already caused him profound
embarrassment. 

Much to Timothy's relief Hazel had busied herself in the kitchen
and prepared a summer salad for Timothy's tea. She had laid out
the cold meats, tomatoes, potatoes, beetroot and lettuce on
several plates, which she had placed on a tray.

"You may eat your tea in front of the television and I will give
you until half past nine before I put you to bed  how does that
sound? Timothy blushed at the first sound of authority, realising
that Hazel was indeed in charge. What did she mean put him to
bed? He had always taken himself to bed, sometimes kissing his
mother goodnight downstairs and other times sleepily turning his
head to her as he laid in bed when she came in to his room before
retiring herself.

Timothy was still blushing as he finished his tea and changed
channels to one of his favourite space adventure programmes. He
was aware that Hazel was looking at him from her own chair, but
soon became absorbed in the latest instalment of Space Rangers.

As the boy sat absorbed in his television programme, Hazel
examined him from head to foot. Noting his long legs and muscled
thighs through the thin chinos he was wearing. She could clearly
see the outline of his chest and slim waist accented by the thin
tee-shirt which fitted tightly to his body. Hazel knew then that
the boy was quite exceptionally good looking and wondered what it
would be like to smooth her hands over his flawless skin. Well
she would certainly have the opportunity if the forms she had
laid on her lap were anything to go by.

She read the paragraph over:
1. Children (under the age of sixteen years old) MUST be
accompanied by a parent or guardian. The parent and guardian will
be expected to stay with the child during examination and remain
throughout the day. Lunch will be provided for parents on an ad
hoc basis in the staff canteen. 

2. Nursing staff will expect parents to help prepare children for
tests and examinations and will be expected to bring any
medication that the child needs with them.

3. Adolescents (over 16 but under 21 years old) may bring their
own dressing gowns.

4. We would be grateful if any parents with nursing experience
would make themselves known to one of the staff nurses. 

Hazel smiled to herself, we shall see, she thought, as she looked
the boy over once more. Perhaps she would tease him a little
before letting him go to bed.

"Timothy it's half past nine and I see that your programme has
finished. Would you like me to bath you  or can you manage
yourself?"

The effect was startling  Timothy blushed immediately his cheeks
bright red as he opened his mouth to protest. He had to draw in a
deep breath before he could manage to utter his protestation. "Oh
no Hazel, I always bath myself and take myself to bed." To
Hazel's delight he was trembling visibly and bright red as he
stumbled off the deep settee and walked towards the stairs. "Well
when you are all ready for bed you can come down in your pyjamas
and I will make sure you are nice and clean for bed." All though
she was filled with glee at the boy's discomfort, she did not let
her feelings show. I want you to be thorough in your bath,
remember the doctor is going to see you tomorrow." Hazel knew
that this would elicit further embarrassed responses from the
young boy.

Hazel watched as Timothy climbed the stairs. She noted his slim
hips and firm buttocks, marvelling at the perfection of his
figure. She had always liked having control over boys. Not for
her the acquiescent breathless infatuation that some girls seemed
to readily display to the opposite sex. Hazel had decided a long
time ago that any relationship she would eventually enter into
would be on her own terms. Her physical beauty and forthright
manner had always helped her get her own way and as she had grown
older she had observed the effect she had on men as well as
younger boys. 

Timothy felt absolutely humiliated as he entered the bathroom;
his face was on fire as, for the first time, he carefully locked
the door. He could not help blushing profusely as he thought of
her words. What did she mean, make sure he was nice and clean? He
ran the bath and took off his clothes aware that his penis was
fully erect, and the pain in his testicles was getting worse. He
spent ten minutes scrubbing himself diligently, almost
embarrassedly washing his penis behind the foreskin. It was
almost twenty minutes later that he emerged from his bedroom
dressed in his pyjamas. Although he had tried to dismiss Hazel
from his mind he found that his face was still red and that his
penis was still erect and pushing against the material of his
pyjama bottoms.
Reluctantly he began to descend the stairs hoping against hope
that Hazel would not notice the bulge of his erection against the
thin striped material of his pyjama bottoms. Shyly he looked at
her as he entered the living room. She was sat reading and on
hearing him looked up and smiled. "Come over here Timothy, where
I can see you." She stood up from her chair and waited for the
boy to come to her. Timothy was completely mesmerised by her as
he shuffled forward, his mind in a haze of embarrassment. She
held him by the shoulders and then placed her hands on either
side of his face turning his head from one side to the other as
she looked in his ears. "Well you seemed to have cleaned your
ears well! How about the rest of you  are you clean all over?"
Timothy blushed profusely, alarmed that she intended to examine
him further.
"Oh yes  er er Hazel, I scrubbed all over . Please.. er I am
clean everywhere!" Timothy was shaking from head to foot as Hazel
held him by the shoulders once more and placed him at arms
length. She could see his erection quite clearly, but chose not
to embarrass the boy further by mentioning it at that moment.
Instead she stroked his cheek tenderly causing him to blush and
spoke softly but firmly.

"Well I will take your word this time  but I am quite used to
smacking the bare bottoms of naughty boys that are lax in their
cleanliness. She observed the immediate colouring of his face to
an almost purple blush as she spoke those words. She was
deliberately reducing his stature from that of a fourteen-year-
old young man to that of a naughty and disobedient young child.
She had realised by his look of anguish and humiliation that he
was normally very shy and that perhaps he would be easier to
handle than she had first thought. She immediately changed the
tone of her voice "All right sweetie, off you go to bed and I
will see you in the morning." She leaned forward and kissed him
lightly on the forehead.

Timothy's mind was in turmoil as he stumbled up the stairs to
bed. The embarrassment of her mentioning smacking bare bottoms
along with the tender kiss on his forehead had played havoc with
his delicate emotions. As he got into bed he realised that his
penis was so stiff that it was painful, he felt faint as he laid
his blushing face against the crisp white pillow.

After a feverish and restless night Timothy awoke to the sun
streaming through his bedroom window. He realised that Hazel must
have already been into his bedroom and drawn the curtains. He lay
there wondering what the day would bring when Hazel entered the
room. She was dressed in a silk shirt and navy pleated skirt that
came down to just above her knees. She was bare legged and
Timothy could not help looking at her long well toned and tanned
legs. She wore perfectly applied makeup and looked even more
beautiful than he had remembered her from the previous evening.
Without knowing why he blushed immediately upon seeing her and
began to tremble as she placed the cup of tea she was carrying on
to his bedside table. "Good morning young man, here is a nice cup
of tea, drink it and then come into the bathroom. I have already
run a bath for you and I want to make sure that every inch of
your body is clean before your examination.

Hazel could clearly see the telltale bulge of his morning
erection pushing the bedcovers upwards as he lay looking at her.
He quickly turned on his side as he saw her glance at the tented
bed covers. He was blushing and trembling as he looked away from
her, clumsily raising the teacup to his lips to hide his
embarrassment.

Although Hazel had deliberately embarrassed the boy by intimating
that she would be either bathing him or at least inspecting his
body, she had no intention in doing so. She knew that sooner or
later she would have a genuine excuse to see him naked and that
when that moment came, she wanted to be able to take her time and
examine him at her leisure. She waited for Timothy outside the
bathroom door and spoke kindly to him.
"Right young man, I am going to trust you to take your bath and
make sure that you are thoroughly clean from head to toe. When
you are finished I want you to dress in your school uniform and
come down stairs for some breakfast. We only have an hour before
we need to set off."

Timothy's sigh of relief was audible as he stood before Hazel
covering the front of his pyjamas with his hands to hide his
erection. Hazel again ignored the boy's obvious erection and
turned away and walked down the staircase.

Parking at the Medical Centre was quite easy, as many of the
parents had taken advantage of the school bus to accompany their
daughters to the centre. A kindly looking nurse greeted them in
the reception hall and began talking with Hazel. She looked over
at Timothy and told him to sit on one of the waiting room chairs
while she filled in the appropriate forms. Timothy looked across
at them once or twice as they chatted while completing a sheaf of
white forms. With the end of the form filling they were ushered
into a cubicle, which was curtained off from the main corridor.

The medical centre was much smaller than either Timothy or Hazel
had imagined it to be. Apart from four consulting rooms and a
reception hall, there was just one other large room.

The nurse spoke to Hazel, again ignoring the boy completely.
"Right Hazel if you would get Timothy here undressed and them
take him through to the room opposite. Nurse Davis will be there
to give him his enema and shave him! You can put all of his
clothes in this locker." She indicated one of four wooden lockers
built into the back wall of the cubicle above a slatted bench
that ran the length of the room. "Take the key with you. Oh if
you want coffee, there is a canteen just off reception." Hazel
felt a thrill run through her at the young nurses words. "Do you
want him to leave his underclothes on?" Although Hazel already
knew the answer she wanted the boy to hear it for himself. "No
they tend to get lost if they are left in the examination rooms
so we find it best to leave all of their clothes in the locker."

Without another word the Nurse pulled the curtain across the
opening of the cubicle and left Hazel and - a profusely blushing
and trembling Timothy, alone.

Hazel savoured the moment as she turned towards Timothy. He was
trembling visibly and as she touched his shoulder he almost
flinched, such was his abject state of nerves. "Right Timothy you
hand me your blazer and shoes, those seem to the biggest items
and I will put them away for you." She kept her tone neutral as
she watched him blushing and trembling as he stood in front of
her." Each stage of his undressing was an absolute delight to
Hazel. She stood admiring his chest and narrow waist as he got
down to just his trousers.

Turning to the lockers she tucked his socks into his shoes,
wondering if he would start unbuttoning his trousers without
being prompted. Hearing no movement from him she turned back
towards him, she could see his eyes had began to water slightly
as he held his hands to the clasp of his trousers, making no
further movement. A thin sheen of perspiration had formed on his
body as he stood trembling, his eyes down cast and his bottom-lip
quivering.

"Come along Timothy," she savoured the next phrase "drop your
trousers!" Timothy undid the buttons with trembling fingers. Not
daring to look at Hazel as he eased the material down his thighs,
acutely aware of his erection, which tented the thin cotton
material of his underpants. Handing his trousers to Hazel he
suddenly covered his erection with both hands, pushing his bottom
backwards and almost crossing his legs. Hazel pretended not to
notice as she carefully folded his trousers and laid them on top
of the neat pile of clothing she had taken from the boy. She
could here the sounds of females talking in subdued tones from
other cubicles along the corridor, when suddenly she heard a loud
slap and an admonishing raised voice "Now get those panties off
straight away you naughty girl." She glanced at Timothy who had
also heard. He looked at Hazel in anguish, tears welling up in
his eyes as he stood cowering before her. Hazel could not miss
the opportunity as she looked at Timothy. "Now you wouldn't want
me to smack your bare little bottom for being difficult, would
you Timothy?" Hazel looked at him and placed her hand under his
chin raising his head so that he could do nothing but meet her
steady gaze.. "Would you Timothy?" With trembling voice Timothy
shook his head  er no miss." Hazel's heart jumped a beat at the
use of the word miss, instead of her Christian name. 

She knew that the nature of the relationship had changed at last.
Her authoritarian manner and the constant humiliation of him had
finally reduced his self-esteem enough for him acknowledge,
perhaps unconsciously, her complete superiority over him. Her
constant referral to him as more of a child than an adult had
helped his unconscious thought accept, however reluctantly that,
subtle but important, shift in their relationship.

"Place your hands on your head young man  and stand up straight."
Hazel waited for the boy to obey. She knew that she might have to
wait for him to compose himself, but instinctively she knew that
he would eventually comply. She tapped her foot and folded her
arms as if impatient. She felt a thrill run through her body and
a tingling between her legs as she watched the boy stand straight
and reluctantly uncover himself and place his hands upon the top
of his head. "You can straighter than that arch that back
shoulders back, you don't want me to think of you as a slouch do
you?"
Trembling and blushing a bright red, Timothy stood straight,
staring in horror as Hazel went down on one knee in front of him
and placed her delicate hands on either side of his waist. He
shivered uncontrollably as she slid the smooth palms of her hands
down inside the waist of his underpants. She watched his face for
a moment as she slowly pulled them down until his erect penis
halted them. Looking at his groin she lifted the waistband over
his penis, watching it spring upwards as it was freed from the
confines of the material. She was astonished at how large it was
for such a young boy. Her face was only inches away from the
smooth bulbous head, which she noted had been circumcised, as she
slid the garment down his thighs and to his feet.

"Lift your feet so that I can take them off, there's a good boy."
Hazel's voice was soothing, her tone almost husky as she slid the
garment from his feet and stood upright.

She placed the garment in the locker and then before Timothy
could cover himself she spoke sternly to him. "Stay exactly as
you are  and tell me young man " She paused for effect "Why you
have an erection?"

Timothy did not believe he could have been more embarrassed his
mind was in a whirl, the cheeks of his face were on fire, and he
was trembling from head to foot. "I  d'''ddddonnt k'know muh mmm
miss. I " 

He failed to finish the sentence, feeling near to fainting as
Hazel looked at him, her face seemingly serious and stern.
"Well young man, I will just have to take you out into the
corridor as you are  I sincerely hope that we don't meet anyone."
Holding his chin in her hand she looked into his eyes. "Now put
your hands down by your sides and follow me." Before he could
protest or compose himself she had taken hold of the curtain to
the cubicle and opened it wide, stepping into the corridor
immediately. Almost fainting with embarrassment the trembling boy
followed her. He could not help clasping his hands to his groin
as he stumbled after her, pressing his hands tightly to his penis
so that it was tight against his body. He walked with his knees
pressed together as he followed her to the door opposite and
stood cowering while she opened it.

If Timothy thought that his humiliation could get no worse, then
he was in for a shock. It was Hazel's quick thinking in catching
hold of his arm that stopped him from fleeing down the corridor.
In the room were two nurses, one of about twenty years old and
the other a student of not much more than sixteen years of age.
There were several mothers who were standing with their
daughters. It was a large tiled room with several baths, two of
which had the curtains drawn around them. In the centre of the
room was an examination table complete with stirrups, which were
set at such an angle that, even to the casual observer it would
be obvious, that, one's legs would have to be spread high and
wide to fit in them.

All the girls were wearing dressing gowns of various styles. To
Timothy's absolute horror one of the girls was Susan. She was
wearing a fluffy towelling dressing-gown and looked completely
composed, her hair freshly brushed and shining with health, her
pretty face even had a touch of makeup. Behind Susan was Mrs
Grant, who upon seeing Timothy immediately came over to him. "Ah
there you are Timothy, I knew you were here somewhere." She
turned to Hazel, seemingly ignoring the boys nakedness and abject
embarrassment. "You must be Hazel, Timmy's mother said you would
be bringing him, I hope you didn't have any trouble finding the
place then?" Hazel smiled at Mrs. Grant and held out her hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Vicki isn't it? Yes I found the place with
no trouble at all." They shook hands and Vicki immediately turned
her attention back to Timothy. She had always wanted to see the
boy naked and now was her chance. Even though he was cowering
crouched against the cold white tiles of the wall, trying to hide
his naked body from the interested stares of the mothers and the
curiosity of their daughters, she could confirm that he was, as
she had always thought, a perfectly physically proportioned boy.

She spoke to Hazel again. "The rest of the girls have had their
enemas, there is only Timothy left to do. So I am sure Nurse
Davis will prepare Timothy next and then she will probably help
you bath him." She turned to Timothy as she spoke again. "I am
sure Timmy doesn't want to stand naked in front of all us ladies
and the girls for any longer than he has to."

Susan looked at Timothy, admiring his perfectly formed body. She
had always liked him and looked forward to him coming over to her
house. Even though he was two years younger than her she had
always known that he was someone special. She looked over his
naked body and although his hands were clasped over his groin she
could clearly see that his penis was erect. Susan had often
visualised what the boy must look like naked, but the reality,
despite his crouching position was better than she had ever
hoped. She smiled at him and watched him blush an even deeper red
as she spoke.

"Hello Timmy, mummy said you were having your medical with us
today. Gail and the rest us girls," She looked over shoulder at a
tall blond girl who, had never taken her eyes off the boy since
he had come through the door. " are going to join the line for
the doctor so you will be on your own in here. Don't worry we all
have to go through it." She smiled kindly at him and walking
forward touched her hand to his blushing cheek. Timothy could
never have envisioned, even in his widest dreams that he could
feel so humiliated. To be naked, not only in front of Susan and
her mother, but in front of Gail the head-girl who besides Susan
was the prettiest girl in the school. 

Gail was tall and her maturity and aloof demeanour had set her
apart from the rest of the school, making her the perfect choice
for the prestigious position of head prefect. Excelling at sport
as well as academic work she was extremely popular amongst all of
the teaching staff as well as the pupils. He had seen sixth
formers, boys that would not even think of talking to him,
mooning after her like lost sheep. Now the humiliations of
humiliations, she was seeing him naked and cowering in front of
her.

"Timothy was as near to fainting as he had ever been as Mrs Grant
took his arm and propelled him along to the examination couch.
Hazel walked with her and took the boy's other arm as Timothy
tried to crouch even lower to the floor; his face was ablaze with
utter humiliation and embarrassment as the nurses came towards
him. It was like a nightmare as he was made to sit on the end of
the examination table and then lay back. He felt his legs being
lifted and spread wide open as they placed them in the stirrups
lifting his bottom completely off the bed. A pad was placed under
the small of his back, which supported him and elevated his
bottom even further away from the bed. He resisted as the young
student nurse moved to his side and gently took his wrists to
pull his hands away from his groin.

Hazel spoke sharply to the trembling boy. "Look at me Timothy."
He opened his eyes which he had tightly shut with embarrassment
and looked at Hazel through his widely spread legs.  "Naughty
boys get their bare bottoms smacked  and you are no exception."
Vicki Grant looked on with admiration as Hazel delivered three
sound slaps to the boy's naked buttocks. You could have heard a
pin drop in the room such was the silence that followed. It was
such a shock to the boy that it was several seconds before he
managed to gasp in astonishment.

Hazel spoke again; "Now my boy, let the nurse position you
properly and perhaps we will have no more such nonsense." Both
Vicki and Hazel watched the uncovering of the boy in silence. The
nurse took his wrists and raised his arms until they were laid on
the bed stretched out above his head. Hazel was now able to
examine the boy at her leisure. His penis was completely erect
and pointing upwards toward the ceiling. His swollen testicles
had stretched the scrotum so tightly that the skin shone under
the overhead lights that illuminated the examination table. 
Vicki Grant called to her daughter as she was leaving with the
rest of the girls and their mothers. "If you go and join the line
Susan I will be with you in a few moments."

Timothy did not hear Susan's reply such was his utter
embarrassment in realising that not only had he been smacked in
front of Mrs. Grant and the nurses, but that Susan and the rest
of the girls had still been in the room. He lay his head to the
side and closed his eyes tightly with pure and utter
embarrassment and humiliation.

Both Hazel and Vicki looked down at the boy as Nurse Davis
Wheeled across a trolley, filled with a variety of instruments.
One of the four corners of the trolley ascended into a stand that
had an enema bag held high with tubing descending to the glass
top which held the instruments.

Vicki whispered to Hazel as they stood side by side examining the
boy. "He has the most perfect looks and physique of any boy I
have ever seen." Hazel nodded, not taking her eyes from the boy's
body. "Wonderful skin too, look at him, his skin is flawless."
They moved back from between the boy's widely spread legs as
Nurse Davis handed the enema nozzle to the young nurse and then
greased her un-gloved finger with lubricant. "Now keep still
Timothy" She announced "I am just going to slide my finger up
into your little bottom and lubricate you a bit before I put the
nozzle in. So be a brave boy."

"Open your eyes and pay attention to the nurse there's a good
boy." Mrs Grant's voice, which was soothing but firm, had the
desired effect as she watched the young boy open his eyes. Hazel
realised that perhaps there was more to Vicki Grant than met the
eye. Vicki put her arm around Hazel's waist as they both watched
the two nurses at work on the boy. Timothy groaned and writhed as
first a finger was slid up into his bottom and then his buttocks
spread wide by nurse Davis, while the young student nurse gently
inserted the pre-greased nozzle right up into his bottom. Hazel
could not help feeling a thrill as Timothy grunted as the lower
part of the nozzle was inflated with deft squeezes of the rubber
bulb that the young nurse held in her hand. Nurse Davis let go of
the boy's buttocks and immediately started lathering a shaving
brush. Almost nonchalantly she applied the brush to his genitals,
gently lifting the swollen testicles as she applied the foam
evenly. The younger nurse reached upward and switched on the
water from the enema bag and then took a razor from the trolley.

In an almost callous and casual manner she took hold of the young
boy's penis and ignoring his moans of protestation, moved it this
way and that as she shaved the entire area between his legs and
buttocks.

Timothy was beside himself with utter humiliation as the nurse
deftly pulled the skin of his foreskin tightly up over the head
of his penis and shaved the small hairs that could be seen on the
base of the shaft.

He opened his eyes in shock as he felt one of the nurses stretch
his bottom cheeks wide while the nurse shaved in-between them. He
gasped as she moved the tube from side to side to facilitate the
further exposure of the crease of his bottom.

Timothy felt his eyes well up with tears of embarrassment. The
light above him became blurred as he felt the first pangs of
cramps in his tummy. He groaned audibly as the water began to
fill up inside him. The young nurse looked at Hazel and beckoned
her over to the side of the examination table. "Will you gently
rub his tummy for him, it will stop some of the cramps and he
still has another pint to go."
Hazel moved to the boy's side and placed one hand gently on his
chest and stroked his cheek with the other. She watched as he
opened his eyes, his expression showing his utter dismay as she
leaned her head over his and whispered to him. "Don't worry
Timmy, I think all the younger boys have had to go through this
before their medicals. Somehow her words or the closeness of her
caused him to blush an even deeper shade of red. "I am going to
rub your tummy a little it will help you." As Hazel rubbed almost
sensually over the boy's tummy she casually let her forearm brush
over the head of his penis. As if it was the most normal thing in
the world she took hold of his penis and moved it out of the way
while she rubbed his lower stomach. "There has that lessened the
cramps Timothy?" He looked at her through his haze of
embarrassment, feeling her stretch his erect penis back between
his legs as she continued rubbing his stomach. Another hand was
placed on his chest and he looked to his right to see Mrs Grant
peering over him. "I have to go Timothy, but I will pop in and
see you before I go." She looked up at Hazel and smiled. "I am
helping some of the nursing staff as well as looking after Susan,
but I will see you later.

The nightmare continued  Hazel and the nurses helped and guided
him to the toilet the humiliation as a hand reached between his
legs and deflated the nozzle  the bending over as a syringe was
pushed into his bottom and water expelled up into him  standing
naked and ashamed after he had expelled so that the nurse could
examine the contents of the toilet bowl.

Timothy could not believe that he could be so humiliated. He
trembled and shook as the nurse made him walk to the middle of
the room and bend over whilst she wiped his bottom like one would
a small child. She then instructed him gently but firmly. "Hands
on your head and legs wide apart. Stand straight like a big boy
now." When at last he had his legs spread apart and his hands
placed on his head to her satisfaction, she pulled up a chair and
sat down in front of him. To his horror she moved the chair
closer, her knees almost between his legs. His body tensed as he
watched her hand encircle his penis. Although his penis was no
longer erect he felt utterly humiliated and powerless as her cool
slender fingers encircled his timid flesh. Without preamble she
lifted his penis upward as she placed her other hand beneath his
scrotum and gently lifted his testicles, pulling them forward
from between his widely spread legs. Her cool hands gently
holding his most intimate and private parts, was too much for
Timothy to bear. He felt his penis throb between her delicate
fingers and begin to erect.

Both Hazel and the young nurse had moved to stand in front of
him. He looked at them, his whole body beginning to shake with
the shame he was feeling. Nurse Davis spoke to Hazel and the
nurse ignoring both the boy's utter humiliation and his erecting
penis.

"This is most unusual I have only seen it once before." She
pulled his testicles even further forward, ignoring Timothy's
gasp as she held them firmly stretched away from between his
legs. "His testicles are so swollen that they are causing pain.
If I were to guess I would say that he has not yet ejaculated,
although as you can see the testes are full.. and he is obviously
capable of an erection." She squeezed his penis and let her hand
slide down the shaft exposing the glans and ignoring completely
the boy's complete humiliation and groans of dismay.

I will let you bath him if you will Hazel and have a word with
the doctor while you are doing that. Tina will help you bathe
him " She nodded at the young nurse, but try to avoid him
ejaculating as I would like the doctor to see this." She hefted
his testicles in the palm of her hand as she spoke.

Timothy looked at Hazel, his face filled with shame as he saw her
looking at his testicles and penis. He blushed again as she
looked him in the eye.
"I hope Timothy that you are going to behave yourself while the
nurse and I bath you and that I am not going to have to smack
your bottom again."

Timothy looked at her his bottom lip trembling and mumbled to her
almost incoherently. "err .nnnnooo..miss."

The Bath was prepared and a naked and trembling Timothy was made
to stand in the ten inches of water that the young nurse had
drawn into the bath. Tina looked at Hazel and spoke to her a
voice that showed her admiration for how she handles the boy. "Er
Miss  erm,,, Hazel, if you would get the boy to hold on to the
safety rail up there . Er you will be able to hadle him erm  more
easily."
Hazel smiled to herself as the young nurse pointed to the safety
rail that was set into the ceiling above the bath. Two chromium
plated adjustable rods extended down from the ceiling to a bar,
which was high enough to make Timothy have to stretch to reach
it. Hazel was aware of the exact meaning of what the young nurse
had said, in that the boy would be completely open to their
ministrations.

"Grasp the bar Timothy and open your legs wide, let's have no
nonsense now." She slapped him lightly on the buttocks, much to
the embarrassment of the boy and perhaps, she thought, to the
delight of the young nurse.

Timothy stood and endured the most humiliating bath he had ever
had. Not only did they handle him like a prize animal on show,
but their comments on various parts of his anatomy, accented his
total shame and vulnerability.

"Right keep straight and stop squirming about" Hazel admonished
him as she took the first scoop of water and began to lather her
hands with soap. Tina followed suit as they began at his shins
and lathered him up to the tops of his thighs. Timothy could not
cope with the sensation of their soft and delicate hands gently
soothing and caressing his body. His penis had erected fully and
was standing straight out and upwards from his body at an angle
of forty-five degrees. Both Hazel and the young nurse
deliberately ignored his genitals as they began to soap over his
chest. Hazel became aware of the sensitivity of his nipples as
she gently scraped her nails over them on the pretence of washing
his chest. 

The intimacy of them washing under his arms and around his chest
had him trembling from head to foot. He knew with an absolute
certainty what was yet to come, dreading the moment when they
would turn their attention to washing between his widely parted
thighs. It was Hazel that made the first move, making the most of
the situation she took hold of his chin and made him look her in
the eyes. She could see the distress written all over his face as
she spoke to him. "Right Timothy, I am going to wash your penis
and testicles and I do not want any false modesty from you young
man. Now turn to face me and get those legs spread wider so that
I can get at you properly. Remember  any nonsense and you will be
out of this bath and over my knee  and all in front of our young
nurse here. So Timothy my boy  are you going to be a good boy or
will you be going over my knees with that bare bottom of your
raised in the air mmm?"

Her words could not have been chosen better for the humiliating
effect it had on the young boy. His face suddenly suffused in an
almost purple blush as he looked at her. He could not speak such
was his abject dismay  instead he opened his legs as wide as he
could and looked down shamefaced and trembling.

The first touch of her hand was like an electric shock as she
took a firm hold of his penis and without warning stretched the
foreskin back as far as it would go. He jerked his hips in shock
as she raised her other hand and soaped behind the rim of the
glans. He trembled and shook as she washed his penis thoroughly,
before reaching right between his legs and carefully drew his
tender scrotum forward rolling the testes in her hand before
applying more soapy lather to his most intimate parts. Suddenly
he felt himself beginning to throb uncontrollably and his body
tremble as  the acute sensation of an impending ejaculation
surged through his young body. Hazel felt it at that very same
moment and took her hands away from the boy. Hoping that she was
not too late and the boy would ejaculate. This was something that
she did not want  at least not yet. Her surprise turned to a
smile as Tina, who had been aware of the danger suddenly dowsed
the whole of his genitalia with a jug of freezing cold water. The
boy gasped out loud as the shock of the water hit him. "arrgghh 
ahhhhh"

Hazel could not help smiling at Tina as the boy shivered from the
shock of the cold water. She ignored his protestations and spoke
to Tina. "Well that seemed to do the trick, I think we are nearly
finished if you would just bend him over and wash his bottom I
think that will do."

More humiliation followed as Timothy was made to hold on to the
side of the bath with his legs spread wide apart, while the young
sixteen year old, insinuated her small hand between the cheeks of
his bottom and washed him thoroughly. He gasped as a slender
finger was pushed against the tight rosebud of his sphincter and
to his horror, pushed up inside him. To add to his humiliation
her other hand slid around his hips and he felt slender fingers
take a firm hold of his penis. "Just one more little push and I
am almost finished." Her soft voice almost whispered in his ear
as she pushed up into his bottom and at the same time jerked his
foreskin up and down the shaft of his penis in quick succession
until he was fully erect again.

"Arggghhh arggghhhh. He moaned and groaned as the young girl
expertly manipulated him, feeling the head of his penis slap
against his tummy as she stretched his foreskin backwards and
forwards.

"There now we are all done." She whispered as she suddenly pulled
her finger from inside his bottom and smacked him smartly on the
buttocks. She let go of his penis and stood back. "Right young
man. Let's have you out of this bath and dried off." Hazel
wondered as she watched Tina manipulate the boy so expertly, how
many young boys she had done that to, at their compulsory
medicals.

As Hazel dried the boy she continued to subjugate him with words
and actions. "Bend over there's a good boy and let me dry your
little bottom." She parted the cheeks of his buttocks with her
bare hand and then proceeded to dry between them. As she stood
him up and died his chest she mad sure that the towel constantly
rubbed the tip of his penis. She mad him stand with his legs wide
apart while she took hold of his penis and patted it dry. She
repeated the procedure with his testicles, aware that boy was
absolutely suffused in a blush from head to toe. The final
humiliation was when she asked Tina to check his bottom and
behind his foreskin to see if he was completely dry, accompanied
by the remark; "I usually have to powder little boy's bottoms
after they have been bathed. I don't suppose you have any do
you?"

Timothy absolutely cringed with embarrassment at the remark and
the instruction she gave to the young nurse.

Timothy could hardly bring himself to look at her as the nurse
stood in front of him in her crisp white apron. "Legs apart and
bend over, there that's the way." She leaned over him and
encircled his waist her hand reaching up under him and
nonchalantly taking a firm hold of his penis and testicles as her
other hand explored between the cheeks of his bottom. "Right up
you get, come along now." She hurried the boy to a standing
position and slapped the inside of his thighs until they were
spread to her satisfaction. Timothy could have sworn she had a
satisfied smirk on her face at his abject humiliation, his body
was trembling all over as she reached forward and deftly took a
firm grip on his penis. He trembled as she moved close to him.
Her young breasts were almost pressed against his chest as she
reached between their bodies and cupped his testicles in an
upward motion and at the same time stretched his penis so that it
was touching his naval. He could not meet her gaze as she stepped
back again and deftly pulled his foreskin back along the shaft
and examined behind the glans, she moved the swollen flesh this
way and that and then casually patted it in an upward motion
before letting him go.

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