Timothy Part 3
By Jane Marwood
janemarwood@hotmail.com
copyright 2002 - 2004 by Jane Marwood, all rights reserved
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depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not
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Timothy sat beside Hazel as they drove the few miles back to
the house. He had not said a word but instead had listened to
Hazel's admonishment in abject embarrassment and humility.
"Of course I can understand that you are embarrassed any boy
would be, but to be so tardy and slow to obey is quite beyond
me." Hazel had thought about what she was going to say well in
advance and had chosen her words carefully.
"Now you would think when so many people are involved in your
welfare that you would be a little more co-operative. Susan's
mother I am sure has enough work and responsibility without
her having to take on more. She has offered to help and what
do you do but be downright disobedient."
Hazel was referring to the end of the examination when Vicki
had suggested that she take Timothy back to the lockers to
dress. Much to his embarrassment she had led him through the
door only to be confronted by a room full of fourth form girls
and their parents who had just arrived for their medical
examinations.
In horror the boy had let go of Vicki's hand and had rushed
back into the surgery. Both Vicki and Hazel had forcibly held
his arms and marched him stark naked through the crowded room.
He had struggled and pleaded in vein as the girls, who were
still fully dressed in their school uniforms, had giggled and
even pointed at the naked and blushing youth.
"Now what am I going to do with you Timothy?" He could not
help looking at Hazel as she concentrated on the road ahead.
Her exquisite face showed no emotion and yet the mere nearness
of such a beautiful girl unnerved him.
"You had better make a decision either I am going to deal
with you or I am going to have to tell your mother and let her
deal with you and I am reluctant to trouble her in her
present state of ill health. Well young man what is it to be?"
Hazel knew the importance of the boy's decision, but was
reasonably confident of what the outcome would be. She smiled
to herself and felt a thrill run through her body as she
thought of what the boy would have said had he known of what
she had in mind for him.
"Oh Hazel er miss I mean er please don't tell my mother. I
promise to be good I really do."
"Well what about your behaviour so far, do you not think that
that needs remedying, you will have to learn to modify your
behaviour somehow."
" I am sorry I promise I will be obedient but please don't
tell my mother, I couldn't bear for her to know."
"Alright Timothy, I promise not to tell your mother, if you
promise me that you will accept my authority in her absence."
Hazel was careful to make no mention of anything specific, or
indeed the actual word 'punishment'.
"I promise miss I will be good." Timothy managed to stammer
as Hazel glanced at him quickly.
"In that case we will say no more about it, now cheer up and I
will make you a nice late lunch or early tea whichever you
prefer to call it." Hazel had deliberately lightened her tone
and proceeded to put the boy more at ease. She had won a small
battle in getting the boy to agree to her authority and
unbeknown to him her punishment of him. She patted him on the
knee and smiled at him as she drove steadily down the country
road. "Now you can be the navigator and tell me in plenty of
time when I should turn right or left." She watched the boy
relax as they continued the journey, Making sure that he had
no inkling as to what was to follow.
The journey went without further incident, Timothy relaxing
and feeling far more at ease as they finally pulled into the
driveway of the house.
Timothy had eaten his tea and was watching daytime television
as Hazel finally finished her hour-long phone call to her
mother. She had decided to use the bedside phone in the
guestroom so that her conversation would be well out of
earshot of the boy. During the conversation she had leisurely
painted her long fingernails bright red. She held out her hand
to admire them as she walked to her wardrobe. Feeling relaxed
and yet excited at the prospect of what was to come she
changed into a white shirt, which was tightly waisted,
accenting her full firm breasts. She wore no brassiere, rather
choosing to let her nipples rub sensuously against the fine
cotton fabric. Her skirt was a fine cotton navy pleat, the hem
of which came to mid-thigh, showing off her beautifully firm
and tanned legs. She completed her ensemble with a wide patent
leather belt, which she knew would draw even more attention to
her slender waist and full breasts. She now carefully applied
new make-up to her face before examining herself in the
mirror. Bereft of false modesty she knew the effect her
exquisite appearance would have on the young boy. She stepped
into a pair of Gucci high-heeled shoes and fastened the
slender straps around her ankles. One last look in the mirror
confirmed the effect she had been hoping for. From her shiny
black hair to the glint of the patent leather shoes, she was
dressed to perfection. She stooped down and unhooked a leather
belt from one of her suitcases and placed the broad safety-
strap upon her bed. She twirled once more in front of the
mirror, revelling in the sight that greeted her. Standing
still she held her face in a stern expression before turning
and walking slowly and deliberately through to the sitting
room.
"Right Timothy, I have just talked to my your auntie and she
says that your mother is doing fine and feeling a lot better
for a little care and attention. Now turn off that television
and we will have a little chat."
Timothy had been lounging upon the settee and had turned his
head almost lazily towards the sound of Hazel's voice. He was
wearing his school uniform, but had changed his shoes to a
pair of comfortable tennis shoes. The thought of getting
undressed again had been quickly dismissed from his mind.
As he saw her, he sat bolt upright, his face immediately
colouring to the shade of a beetroot, her beauty and cool
demeanour immediately denuding him of any semblance of self-
confidence. He jumped up as if he had been stung and quickly
switched off the television set. He felt strangely faint as he
sat down, this time in an upright position with his hands
placed primly upon the knees of his school trousers. Hazel
moved to stand before him, her legs astride as she looked at
his blushing face.
"Right Timothy my boy, I have reluctantly done as you
requested and withheld the knowledge of your behaviour from
your mother. However you must be dealt with and I intend, as
your temporary guardian, to take you firmly in hand." She
watched his face turn from a deep crimson to an almost livid
purple as each word deepened his utter embarrassment and total
humiliation.
She gave him one more cool appraising look before moving
through the room and taking a hard backed chair from beside
the table where he would normally have been doing his homework
at this time of day.
She placed the chair in the middle of the room and sat upon
it, her skirt falling around her legs to reveal even more
bared thigh. She sat with her knees together, totally aware of
her own beauty and the electrifying effect she was having upon
the young boy's emotions.
"Right, Timothy, come and stand in front of me. Stand up
straight with your hands by your sides." She waited, coolly
watching as the young boy struggled to his feet and shuffled
shamefaced and embarrassed to stand in front of her.
"Stand to attention and look at me while I am speaking to you.
This is a serious matter and I want your full attention."
Timothy was quaking in his shoes as he managed to meet her
gaze, standing straight with his arms by his sides he felt
himself begin to shiver. Hazel could not have been more
pleased with the effect she was having upon the young boy as
she delivered her coup de grace.
"I am afraid that it has been left to me to instil in you some
proper discipline and good behaviour. To make sure that I have
your co-operation and compliance in the future I am going to
punish you." She felt a thrill run through her body as the
young boy almost wilted under the word punishment. I am going
to punish you, as all young boys need to be punished. I don't
want to do it but it is my duty to correct your behaviour
before it gets out of hand. Now I hope you are going to take
your punishment with good grace and without fuss. If you
disobey me in any way whatsoever, I shall increase your
punishment do you understand me?"
Timothy was almost mesmerised by the combination of her beauty
and her authority. He could not believe that he could feel so
humiliated and embarrassed to be punished by a young girl of
such beauty it was unthinkable and yet here he was standing
trembling and ashamed in front of her! He shook visibly as she
spoke to him again.
Timothy looked at her in absolute horror as she waited for his
answer. This beautiful girl that he had met only yesterday,
the girl he would have loved to have had been able to impress
with his maturity and helpfulness, was now to punish him!
'Surely she did not mean to punish him physically his whole
body shuddered at the thought!'
He managed to stammer a reply almost incoherently through his
haze of embarrassment. "Y'y yes miss."
"Now take off your Jacket and trousers, you had better take
off your shoes and socks first. Place your clothes over the
chair by the table and then come back here and stand in front
of me again oh and Timothy " She paused, savouring the
moment. "Bring me one of your tennis shoes."
'So she was to punish him physically'
Before he could protest she held up her hand. "If you protest
or plead with me, I will call your mother and tell her of your
behaviour and that I am about to punish you. If you resist
physically I will call Mrs. Grant and Susan and ask them to
help me restrain you and I don't think you would like the
embarrassment of being spanked on your bare bottom in front of
them do you? Now off you go and do as you have been
instructed. You may keep your shirt and underpants on"
Timothy, blushing and trembling with abject embarrassment
moved over to the table. His trembling fingers just managing
to undo his shoe laces. He shivered with humiliation, aware of
Hazel's stern glare as he divested himself of his clothes
until he was standing in just his shirt and underpants. He
felt utterly ridiculous as he bent down to pick up one of his
tennis shoes. 'The ignominy of having to carry ones own
implement of punishment!'
His shirt, which had long flaps at the front and back,
thankfully hid his underpants from view. He returned to stand
in front of her, his eyes downcast and his bottom lip
quivering with embarrassment. Slowly he raised his eyes to
look at her, feeling utterly foolish and small as she raised
her beautifully manicured hand and took the tennis shoe from
his trembling fingers. Placing it on the floor by the side of
her chair, she reached forward and placed her hands on each of
his hips and pulled him forward until he was standing with his
knees touching hers.
Without a word, she reached under his shirt, her soft hands
making him shiver as she touched his bare flesh. She slipped
her fingers into the top of his underpants and deftly drew
them down until the elasticised waistband was tight around his
knees. Hazel knew that he would find this even more
embarrassing than her having taken them off completely. He
could not help watching, almost mesmerised as she pulled her
skirt up until her thighs were completely bare.
"As you will have gathered, I am going to spank your bare
bottom, I hope that it will be a lesson well learned. This
will be the first part of your punishment only, the second
will be more of a taste of what is to come if you disobey me
further."
Timothy shuddered with embarrassment and trepidation as she
looked into his blushing face. She took hold of his hips once
more and positioned him to her side, his feet shuffling to
follow her bidding. Quickly, with an almost practised motion
she lifted up the front flap of his shirt and suddenly tipped
his body over her knee. She heard him gasp, as in an instance;
he was positioned with his head hanging down and his hands
touching the floor, the right cheek of his blushing face now
touching the smooth skin of her shapely calf.
He gasped once more as she opened her knees slightly, allowing
his penis and testicles to hang between the firm silky flesh
of her thighs. She felt a thrill run through her body as
deliberately, she squeezed her knees together, holding his
genitals firmly between her legs.
The baring of his bottom was done in a silent and almost
ritualistic manner. He was aware of every nuance of the
humiliating action, as slowly and deliberately she raised his
shirt flap. Her soft fingers gently uncovered the naked cheeks
of his bottom, eliciting an involuntary gasp of embarrassment
from her victim as she folded the flap over so that it lay on
the small of his back.
The placing of the cool palm of her hand over the very centre
of his quivering bottom completed his total humiliation. The
softness of her thighs was already adding another element to
the unthinkable humiliation that Timothy was being subjected
to. To his horror he felt a throb and an unwelcome swelling in
his penis. It was to his utter chagrin that he realised that
his penis was beginning to erect. He blushed unable to control
himself or his actions; he spoke even though he had been
warned not to. He just could not help pleading, if only to
break the spell of the silent baring of his body and to cover
up the now incessant throbbing he felt in his groin.
"Please er.. miss please n'no"
Hazel knew the trauma the boy must be feeling and prolonged
his degradation by smoothing her hand gently over his bottom
cheeks, the objects of her intended chastisement. She thrilled
as she felt his penis stiffen and throb uncontrollably between
her thighs. She had known that it would not be long before the
softness of her skin against his freshly shaven flesh and the
intimacy of his position would stimulate him to a delicious
erection between her legs.
"Now take your punishment like a brave boy." Her words were
spoken softly as she picked up the tennis shoe and with an
apparent cool detachment raised the soft rubber sole to
shoulder height. She grasped his waist and held him tightly as
she delivered the first stroke.
"Slaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppp." As the rubber shoe bit into the soft
left cheek of his bottom his body stiffened in an immediate
response and a loud gasp was emitted forcibly from the back of
his throat. He had no time to think or deal with the
unexpected severity of the painful smack against his flesh as
a second stroke landed on top of the already marked flesh.
"Slaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppp."
"Argggggggghhhhhhhhhhh" He cried out loudly, his body
wriggling and shivering as Hazel took aim once more,
deliberately hitting the same part of his left buttock with
the third stroke. She watched as the white smooth bottom
cheeks shivered and shook with the pain she was inflicting
upon her helpless charge.
Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappppppppp."
"Argggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Arrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhh."
He screamed in pain, trying to raise his head and plead with
his beautiful tormentor as she watched him, her face not
betraying the thrill she felt as she delivered the next stroke
equally hard and on the very same place.
"Sllllaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppppp."
"Arrrrgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhh. His wail of pain and anguish did not stop, but was a
continuous cry as she delivered the fifth and sixth stroke,
again to the very same spot upon his left buttock.
"Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppp."
"Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppp."
The boy was beside himself unable to control the jerking and
trembling of his body, his buttocks twitching from side to
side while Hazel deliberately and methodically delivered
another six strokes of the rubber tennis shoe, this time to
the right cheek of his bottom, each stroke landing on the same
place as the previous one. The boy was wailing incessantly,
his face covered in tears as she put the tennis shoe down and
placed her hand gently across both bottom cheeks.
He shuddered and wailed, trying to voice a plea of mercy but
it was minutes before his voice became coherent enough for her
to hear his pleading.
"Pleeeeeeeaaaaaasssssee miss n'no m'more" He sobbed and
groaned as he regained some of his senses, his bottom cheeks
on fire from the pain of the biting rubber shoe.
Hazel watched and waited until he had regained some composure.
She slipped her hand between his buttocks, her hand feeling
his erect penis and heavy testicles, before she held her hand
flat against his tummy and almost lifted him to his feet as
she herself stood upright.
He sobbed uncontrollably as she nonchalantly unbuttoned his
shirt and slipped it from his shoulders, before stooping and
drawing his underpants down to his ankles and taking them off.
She noted that, even after such a painful punishment, that his
penis had remained not just stiff, but fully erect.
He looked into her face, his body shaking with his sobs as she
coolly looked at him, her beautiful face bearing not even a
hint of a flush, in fact betraying none of the effort she had
afforded in his chastisement. He tried to clasp his hands to
his genitals to hide his shameful erection. Hazel was aware of
what he was trying to do and slapped his hands before he could
fully cover himself.
"Hands at your sides and stand up straight." She placed her
delicate fingers under his chin and lifted his head so that
his eyes met hers. "You have three strokes to come young man.
These are to show you what your pain will be like should you
ever dare to disobey me again." She watched his face crumple
as he started to cry once more, the tears rolling down his
cheeks.
"Turn around and spread your legs as wide as they will go,
come along now we have a busy evening ahead of us."
Timothy shook and sobbed as he turned around and placed his
feet as wide apart as he could, acutely aware of the
humiliating view that Hazel would have of his young body.
He gasped with shame as she spoke once more. "Bend over and
grasp your ankles each time you move from that position I
will add one more stroke. Now Do It!"
The sharpness of her last three words jolted him into action.
She watched delighted with the sight that greeted her as he
bent over, his buttocks spreading and his testicles and penis
coming into full view as he grasped his ankles.
"Stay there and don't you dare move." Her voice was firm as
she turned and quickly walked to the guest room, admiring
herself in the mirror as she reached onto the bed for the
luggage strap and doubled it, letting the long loop dangle as
she walked back into the sitting room.
Timothy could not believe the humiliation he felt, bent over
in the most demeaning position imaginable like an errant
schoolboy, stark naked and ashamed awaiting the salutary
punishment of a beautiful headmistress.
Hazel walked around the trembling youth, admiring his perfect
form at her leisure, his body bared before her in subjugation,
every part of him open and available for her to examine and
touch as she wished.
She moved behind him, resisting the impulse to reach between
his widely spread legs and grasp his testicles firmly perhaps
the ultimate gesture of her supremacy over him. Instead she
stood back and spoke to him firmly but not unkindly.
"These three strokes are to demonstrate what will happen next
time you displease me. Move from that position and you will be
a very sorry boy."
Leisurely and with a delicious tingling between her thighs,
Hazel raised the strap and quickly brought it down over the
centre of his quivering and acquiescent buttocks.
"Slaaaaaaaaapppppppppppppppppp." The staccato sound of the
strap biting into his flesh was accompanied by a howl of pain
from his trembling lips. His body shook as he fought to hold
his ankles rather than to give in to the overwhelming desire
to stand and clasp his hands to his burning bottom.
"Two more to go. Hold on and take your punishment now." The
warning tone of her voice was accompanied by the long, almost
slow motion, swishing sound of the strap descending. The
leather bit into his buttocks, its imprint of searing pain,
this time delineating another red stripe of inflamed flesh
lower down on the crease between buttock and thigh.
"Slaaaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppp."
"Arrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" A wail of pain and
anguish escaped from his lips as he fought to hold onto his
ankles, his distress causing his whole body to shiver and
shake as the fiery torment of acute concentrated pain coursed
through his body.
Hazel knew that he would not be able to retain control after
the next stroke, but she also knew that her purpose had been
fulfilled. He was hers his obedience at taking his
punishment his timid emotion so apparent at her delicate
touch or severe look were evidence enough. She raised the
strap and brought it down between the scarlet stripes of her
first two strokes.
"Sllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppppppppp."
She thrilled at the effect of the stroke as he straightened
up. It was if a red-hot poker and been pushed up into his
bottom. He behaved, as she had unconsciously thought he would,
his hands clasping his buttocks and his back arching towards
her. His body became rigid for a moment of pure anguish before
he raised his head and opened his mouth. The frozen moment in
time gave way to a serious of jerks and gyrations as the pain
infused into every nerve of his body, the silence was broken
by a strangulated cry which increased in volume to a crescendo
as he suddenly wailed in utter despair.
"Arrrgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhh arrrrggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
His mouth, now wide open, continued to emit the most plaintive
of wails as he hopped around vainly trying to rid himself of
the biting pain. He continued to cry out as every vestige of
self-respect washed away in a wave of utter torment.
He seemed unaware that his penis was bouncing wildly from side
to side as he fought to control the searing stripe of biting
torture that now seemed to have spread from his buttocks to
his whole body.
Hazel watched, her delight well hidden as gradually he brought
himself under control. She moved across to him and took hold
of his wrists and pulled his hands from his bottom. She could
feel his body trembling as she held his arms out behind him
and propelled him to face the corner of the room.
"You are to stand here and you are not to move or touch your
bottom. Now put your hands on your head." She lifted his arms
and placed his hands on his head. She stroked her hands down
his back and over his buttocks, feeling the boy flinch as her
fingers traced the welts left by the belt. "Stand with your
legs apart come along, I want your utmost obedience." She
slipped a hand between the cheeks of his bottom and moved it
downwards, tapping the inside of his thighs until he had
parted his legs sufficiently for her purpose. Hazel stood back
and admired the sight before her. The perfect naked form of a
young boy, quivering and blushing in shame and humiliation,
his buttocks clenched in pain pain that she had inflicted at
her whim and pleasure.
"You must stand like that until I tell you otherwise, you may
use the time to reflect on your punishment and a suitable
apology which you may give me when I return."
Timothy stood shaking, his bottom was on fire and yet he could
feel his penis throbbing mightily as Hazel once more stroked
her fingers gently over his bottom before turning away and
leaving the room.
He felt utterly shamed as he stood shivering, legs apart and
his hands pressed tightly to his head thinking about the
events of the day. He blushed as he relived each humiliating
and embarrassing moment. He could not help the tears that
rolled down his cheeks, or the trembling of his lips as he
thought about every detail of his ordeal, unable to shut out
the plethora of images that were being replayed over and over
in his mind.
It was half an hour later when Hazel approached the boy. She
noted that the redness of his buttocks had receded to a mere
blush, although the three marks that she had made with the
strap were still clearly visible. She stood behind him and
without speaking took his wrist, making him lower his hands
from his head. Still holding his wrist she led him away from
the corner and upstairs to the bathroom. She noted that his
face was already blushing as she stood him by the bath, which
she had previously filled with water.
"Get into the bath and remain standing. I want you facing me
with your hands on your head and your legs apart. I have not
put the strap away and I will use it on your bare little
bottom if I think you are not paying attention to my
instructions. Now do as I tell you." Hazel watched as the boy
timidly took hold of the side of the bath and stepped into it.
Blushing profusely he turned to face her, his face bore an
expression of utter dismay as Hazel dipped her hands in the
water and began to rub the soap in her hands.
"Now lets have no fussing." She said as she began to soap his
legs, her gentle fingers and soft palms caressing his skin as
she worked her way up to his thighs. She ignored his genitals
and instead soaped his chest before moving her hands down to
his tummy.
She felt him quiver and flinch as her hands moved lower,
soaping the delicate and sensitive flesh just above his penis.
For Timothy the sensation was acute as her fingers moved
almost sensuously over the smoothly shaven flesh above his
penis. He trembled, a shudder running through his whole body
as suddenly her fingers encircled his penis and pulled his
foreskin back revealing the sensitive flesh beneath. He could
not help jerking his hips backwards as she soaped behind the
foreskin. He could feel his penis becoming even stiffer as she
applied more soapsuds to his sensitive member.
"Keep still, I am going to make sure you are thoroughly clean
before I take you over to Mrs. Grant's."
He could not help looking at her face as she pushed his
foreskin back as far it would stretch and held it there while
she applied even more soapsuds to the head of his penis. He
jerked involuntarily as she deftly handled him as if he were
some prized animal. Seemingly she seemed to ignore the
embarrassment and intimacy of the situation. His penis was
throbbing with sensation, the flesh totally hard and engorged
as she moved it this way and that, apparently oblivious of his
acute humiliation and throbbing erection. She moved one hand
from his penis and reached between his legs, her hand sliding
upwards between his buttocks. He could not help jerking his
body and gasping as a slender finger was suddenly pressed
against the tightened muscle of his sphincter. Without
preamble she teased the orifice, probing gently but
insistently until her fingertip was able to slip upwards into
him.
"Argghhh." He gasped as she nonchalantly slipped her finger
further upward into his anus, the soap acting as a lubricant,
denying the tightening muscle of his sphincter any resistance.
"Now keep still, I shall not hesitate to take you over my knee
if you are going to be naughty again." He looked into her
face, his own cheeks burning with pure embarrassment as she
coolly appraised him. To be standing in front of her, legs
outstretched, with her hands firmly holding his penis and
penetrating his bottom was almost too much embarrassment for
Timothy to bear. He felt his cheeks blush again, burning with
shame, as she looked him in the eye.
"Now young man, you will have to get used to doing as you are
told while I am looking after you. I am going to insist that
you are properly bathed before you have your therapy; I have
never known a boy make so much fuss at taking a bath. Now just
stand still while I soap inside your little bottom and then I
will dry you off."
Timothy endured the rest of the humiliating bath in silence.
Her beauty completely overawed him as she made him look into
her face while instructing him. She handled him like one would
a small child, ignoring his obvious erection, as if it were
merely to be expected. Her fingers were everywhere as she
dried him, prising open the cheeks of his buttocks and then
making him bend forward so that she could visually examine
him, before having him stand up straight before her with his
hands stretched high above his head as she dried under his
arms.
The final ignominy was almost too much for Timothy to bear as
she took him through to the bedroom and instructed him to lie
on the bed.
"Now I want you to lay on your back with your legs open like
this." She moved his legs until his knees were wide apart.
"That's the way, stretch them wider so you can put the soles
of your feet together." Her gentle touch helped him position
himself to her satisfaction. Timothy tried to turn his head
away in shame as he lay looking down at himself with his knees
widely spread and the soles of his feet pressed together. His
shame knew no bounds as he looked at his erect penis standing
upwards from between his widely parted thighs. He could not
help looking at the beautiful girl as she bent over him as if
he were a baby. He watched her every move as she took a
plastic container of talcum powder and sprinkled it over his
genitals. He shivered as she casually rubbed it around his
penis and over his testicles. Finally, to his horror, she
lifted his legs, bending his body backwards, and sprinkled
more powder over his bottom, before rubbing it in, her hand
moving almost sensuously over the cheeks of his buttocks.
Timothy was wide eyed with surprise and embarrassment as she
continued to treat him as if her were a baby. "Now you stay
there, while I find something loose to dress you in before I
take you over to Mrs. Grant. She leaned forward, her beautiful
face touching his as she kissed him gently on the cheek.
Timothy could not believe the rapture he felt as her soft lips
touched his face, he was totally under her spell as she
straightened up and stood back examining his naked body.
It was around ten minutes later that Hazel re-entered the
bedroom. She was delighted to see that not only had Timothy
stayed in the position she had left him in: legs spread well
apart and his hands down by his sides, but that rather than
trying to cover himself, he turned his head away in
embarrassment and blushed a deep beetroot red. She laid the
tee-shirt and gym shorts, she had found in his chest of
drawers, neatly down on the chair beside the bed. She spoke
softly and lovingly to him as she laid a hand softly on his
forehead and gently turned his head back towards her. He
blushed again as his eyes met hers; she could clearly see a
look of love and supplication as she laid her other hand on
his tummy. She could feel his naked body tremble as she
stroked her hand delicately over his tummy, her slender
fingers brushing over his smoothly shaven pubis.
She lowered her head and whispered to him. "Your punishment
period is over now so stand up a moment and let me sit down,"
She helped him to sit upright and then to stand by the bed.
Sitting down with her pretty knees pressed together, she took
the boy by the waist. Her delicate fingers played havoc with
his emotions as she guided him so that he was sitting on her
knees. His bared flesh was soft against her firm thighs, as
she positioned him sideways across her shapely legs, his knees
spread well apart. She pulled his head to her firm pliant
breasts before deliberately and slowly stroking her hand down
over his chest tracing her fingers lower and lower over his
tummy, before delicately taking the soft flesh of his penis
between her finger and thumb. She heard him gasp as she
tightened the hand that was around his waist and at the same
time moved her fingers around his penis so that his foreskin
was pulled back, revealing the intimate flesh beneath. She
moved her head and kissed him tenderly on the cheek before
whispering softly to him.
"Poor poor Timothy! Did I hurt you very much when I had to
smack your bare bottom? You were a naughty boy and naughty
boys have to have their little bottoms chastised when they
have been silly and disobedient."
Her soft voice and gentle touch were too much for Timothy. He
felt tears well up in his eyes and to his horror, his penis
began to throb, pulsing strongly between her finger and thumb.
Hazel continued to stroke the turgid flesh of his penis, her
slender finger and thumb delicately and sensuously arousing
the captive flesh. So subtle and effective was her touch that
she felt the boy shudder as his penis began to throb
uncontrollably. Timothy could not help himself from looking
down at the slender fingers holding his most intimate part.
Her red painted nails contrasted starkly against the virgin
white flesh of his penis. He could feel the firm mounds of her
breasts beneath the silkiness of her blouse as his cheek
pressed against her. He sighed, his mouth open in rapture as
she aroused him.
Hazel knew that the boy would ejaculate soon if she did not
stop.
Mrs Grant smiled at her daughter and her friend Gail as they
diligently busied themselves putting the final touches to the
room. The spare room, it's white walls newly painted, had
stood empty and unneeded for several years. Vicki looked at
the examination couch, admiring the fit of the new white
covers that the girls had sewn. The chromium plated metal of
the old stirrups, that had been retrieved from the cellar
storage, now gleamed from diligent polishing and sported new
covers to the padded rests for thighs, feet and ankles.
Shelves around the walls had been filled with test tubes from
the clinic as well as fleet enema bags. A pile of new towels
had been placed next to bottles of lotion and lubricants.
Vicki laughed at Gail as she held the rectal speculum in front
of her and chased Susan around the room, snapping the jaws of
the shiny instrument as if it were going to bite her friend.
"O.K. girls, I think that will do. I never thought we could
have transformed this room in so short a time. Perhaps your
efforts were not entirely altruistic, it is not every sixteen
year old girl, that has had the opportunity to examine a naked
boy so intimately would the thought of helping the nurse and
myself have anything to do with your enthusiasm?"
Susan looked at her mother, her face serious for a moment. "He
is such a good looking boy, his body is well, er perfect
really. I just love touching him and seeing him blush so
modestly. But it is well erm an opportunity to learn about
boys and " She thought for a moment. "Being in charge seems
sort of natural to me and I know Gail feels the same way. I
just, I don't know why like being in charge of a boy." She
finished her sentence lamely, but was immediately put at her
ease by her mother.
"Most girls would be the subjugated ones er in a
relationship. I am glad you feel like you do I think Timothy
is, how shall I put it, naturally submissive not a wimp." She
smiled at the use of the word. "I think he could be moulded to
be er. well in the future a wonderful and attentive husband
to the right sort of female. One that is stronger willed and
yet loving towards him."
Vicki smiled. "I probably haven't explained that very well."
Vicki's look of surprise was written all over her face as Gail
spoke.
"I have to ask you this even though you may think badly of me.
I felt really excited when Timmy was being spanked by Hazel
in fact I wished that it was me that was spanking him Is that
really wrong?"
Vicki looked at Gail and smiled. "No Gail you are perhaps one
of those people that enjoy the experience of spanking someone.
It is not to do them particular harm but has more sexual
connotations. I assure you that it is widely practised amongst
men and women." Vicki smiled at Gail as she continued. "You
are perhaps more strong willed than most and are naturally
more dominant, but I know that you are kind and gentle too. So
you have nothing to worry about."
Gail looked at Susan's mother and laughed.
"I will probably marry Timothy when he is old enough! I will
make sure that he is always sexually active and will punish
him when he is naughty even when he is older oh and I will
let my girlfriends do the same." She smiled at Susan. "He
needs someone to look after him and I think I will be the
one. Not that I am going to let him know just yet!"
Susan opened her mouth in wide surprise and then laughed
uncontrollably. "Gail you dark horse. I believe you I really
believe that you will." She continued laughing, her pretty
face in wreathes of smiles as she thought about what her
friend had said.
Vicki was more reflective, she already knew that Gail never
said anything lightly, she also knew that such a determined
girl would, if she did not change her mind, carry it through.
Susan looked at Gail and said seriously. "I always thought
that I would marry Timothy, so if you are intent on doing it
you will have to share him." Gail and Vicki laughed, but they
both knew that she meant what she said. Vicki suddenly looked
reflective and spoke softly and seriously. "In that case I
think Timothy is a very lucky boy."
2
Hazel let go of Timothy's penis and kissed him once more on
the cheek. "Now stand up and I will dress you. I know you are
going to behave yourself and do what I say without hesitation,
aren't you Timothy? So up you get and stand with your arms
above your head so I can slip this shirt over your head."
Timothy felt his face blush a deep beetroot red as he caught
her eye. Her beautiful face only added to his embarrassment as
she stood up and took the tee-shirt and slipped it over his
raised arms and down over his head. The shirt slid down over
his chest and tummy but was held up at the front by his penis,
which was standing out stiffly. Hazel smiled as she took a
firm hold of the turgid flesh and slipped the shirt over it.
The soft material covered his slim body right down to mid
thigh and apart from the telltale bulge of his erection it
would not be possible for the casual observer to tell whether
he was wearing shorts or not.
Hazel stood back and looked at him. "I think we will leave
your shorts off Timothy, you are well covered and when your
penis subsides you will be quite adequately dressed to walk
across to Vickie's house . I mean Mrs Grants."
Timothy blushed and stammered as he looked up at Hazel. "er
please Miss Hazel er..erm can't I wear my shorts?" Hazel
looked at him, her face becoming stern. "Now Timothy, remember
what you have just been through " She leaned forward and
raised the hem of his shirt, sliding it up over the cheeks of
his bottom. Timothy could not help but squirm with
embarrassment and humiliation as she bared his flesh. Quickly
she slapped him three times smack smack smack. The palm of
her hand leaving his flesh freshly reddened over the three
stripes already marking his flesh. He gasped and squirmed as
she held him firmly by the waist. His shirt had ridden up
revealing his penis, which was still erect. Hazel took a firm
hold of the engorged flesh and squeezed it, holding him firmly
as she turned him towards her. "You forget your lessons
quickly, you naughty boy. I shall not tolerate any more
disobedience, do you hear me?" He looked up at her beautiful
face, his lips trembling and his face blushing profusely as he
stammered his apology. "I am so sorry miss. Please I will not
disobey you again er..I promise." He felt absolutely
humiliated, so much so that his body shivered as he stood
before her. Her firm hold on his penis and her stern look
accentuating his extreme embarrassment and feeling of
foolishness as he stood before her.
Hazel could not help the sudden thrill of excitement that ran
through her body as she looked at the perfectly formed body of
the young boy held captive in front of her. His complete
subjugation to her will had thrilled her more than she ever
thought possible. She looked at him intently, noting that even
though his face was blushing profusely, his penis was still
hard and throbbing between her fingers. She let go of him and
pulled his shirt down over his throbbing member. "Now come
along downstairs and we will walk over to Mrs Grants." Without
looking at him further she turned and left the room.
Timothy endured the humiliating walk over to his neighbour's
house. He was trembling not just from the freshness of the
cooler evening air, but also from his embarrassment at being
naked apart from the thin tee shirt. Although the shirt
covered him to his thighs, the thin material only seemed to
accent his nakedness. Hazel held his hand and almost propelled
him along the narrow path, his tennis shoes, which were the
only other items of clothing that he had been allowed, slapped
against the paving slabs as they hurried to Mrs Grant's
cottage. Hazel was well aware the embarrassment the boy must
be feeling, rather than put him at his ease, she flipped up
the back of his tee shirt as they stood facing the front door
of the cottage. She lightly tapped his bared flesh with the
palm of her hand. "Right you know what will happen should you
disobey me, don't you Timothy my boy? He could not help
himself from looking round to see if anyone was watching,
acutely aware of the cool evening air upon his buttocks. In
consequence he received a sharp slap upon his naked bottom.
"Stand still and look at me young man, I will have no more of
this." He blushed profusely as he looked up at her, his lips
trembling from the shame he felt. Hazel looked him straight in
the eye, her beautiful features stern and foreboding as she
spoke. "If you dare to defy me, I will strip you bare and put
you across my knee in front of everyone and let them watch me
smack you until you are crying like a baby. Do you understand
me? Timothy looked at her, his face turning an even brighter
red. Through trembling lips he spoke, his voice soft and
tremulous. "Yes Miss Hazel, I w'won't disobey you any more.
Hazel held his gaze for a moment, enjoying the boy's acute
embarrassment. At last she reached behind him and pulled his
shirt down to cover his naked bottom. "Right young man I will
take your word, but you know your fate should you relapse into
childish behaviour."
She stood straight and knocked on the door, smiling as she
saw Vickie approach on the other side of the glass pane. "Come
along in, I have some coffee on the stove and the girls have
made me open a bottle of wine to welcome you, so perhaps you
would prefer that." Mrs Grant smiled at Hazel as she ushered
her in and then turned her attention to Timothy, who was
looking down at his feet in utter humiliation. "Come along in
young man, the girls are in the sitting room, why don't you go
and join them, while I introduce Hazel to the nurse. Just put
your shoes here by the door." Timothy blushed as Mrs Grant
mentioned the girls, rather than just Susan. He knew that it
must be Gail that was with her and the thought of being
almost naked in front of both of them sent shivers down his
spine.
Rather than wait for Timothy to reply, Mrs Grant ushered the
boy to the sitting room door and bade him enter. She then
turned to Hazel leading her down the small corridor to the
kitchen. "Penny is the daughter of one of my friends at the
clinic. She is only seventeen, so she has only been nursing
for a year mind you she showed no hesitation when I told her
what was to be done." Both Vickie and Hazel laughed as they
entered the kitchen. Penny was standing by the stove as they
entered. Hazel immediately noticed how pretty and petite the
girl was. Her uniform was a crisp white tunic, which did
little to conceal the jut of her firm breasts or the
narrowness of her waist. Her legs were bare below the short
tunic. As she moved towards them, Hazel could see that her
legs were slender and perfectly shaped; the smooth flesh
betraying an athletic and healthy glow aided by a light
suntan.
"This is Penny." Vickie put her hand around Hazel's waist and
moved her forward as she spoke. "Hello Hazel" Penny smiled,
displaying perfect teeth behind her pretty lips as she moved
forward and took Hazel's hand in a firm grip. Hazel smiled
back at the pretty young girl and spoke softly. "Hello Penny I
am pleased to meet you." The girls smiled at each other as
Vickie handed them a glass of wine each. "I think we will
leave Timothy for a while so that I can show you how busy the
girls and I have been this afternoon, so if you would both
like to follow me." Vickie was laughing as she led the girls
along the corridor into the new examination room. Both Hazel
and Vickie were pleasantly surprised at how professional and
imposing the room was. Hazel began to explore the mechanics of
the stirrups while Penny looked around the glass shelves
noting the abundance of instruments as well as the jars and
bottles. "Hazel looked at Vickie, the obvious surprise at the
professionalism of the room showing on her face. "I had no
idea that you were so well equipped, in fact I thought you had
retired from nursing practice." Vickie laughed. "No I still
run the district nursing group, but we fetched this up from
the cellar this afternoon and although the shelves and the
lighting were fixed back into place after I had had it
decorated, the girls and I have managed to get all the rest
ready after we got back from the clinic. I didn't really
expect to have it finished so quickly, or that it would look
as professional as it does. Vickie laid her hand on one of the
stirrups. "I cleaned the leather up and polished the chrome,
while Susan and Gail made the new covers from linen sheets. I
think that it looks really well, even though I say it myself."
The girls laughed as Vickie held up her glass. "Here's to our
new examination room." They toasted their glasses before
Vickie led them back into the kitchen.
Hazel had observed the young nurse as they had looked at the
new examination room. On the surface she appeared to be a
conscientious and capable girl, but Hazel had a feeling that
there was more to her. She decided to try and elicit a little
more information.
"Are you on a rota for home visits; forgive me for asking but
I wondered how these things work." Penny looked at Hazel,
immediately realising the line of questioning. "No we don't
have a rota as such, but Dr. Ashcroft asked me if I would
assist her with Timothy she thought I would be erm more
suitable." Hazel smiled. "Did she indeed. Do you have an
experience of handling young boys?" Penny smiled, her
expression near to laughter as she looked at Hazel. "No I have
had only a little experience but I think she felt that perhaps
I had the right attitude."
Hazel smiled back at the girl. She knew that from what she had
seen of the pretty Dr. Lucy Ashcroft, that she would certainly
have been selective in her choice of nurse, for such a
delicate therapy.
Penny looked at Hazel and decided to be a little more
forthcoming. "I would like to know what has happened to him so
far and as you have charge of him, perhaps you would give me
a rundown."
The girls talked together, Hazel gave Penny a complete history
of the day's events and also her opinions about attitude
towards Timothy. Penny listened avidly, she was intrigued by
the boy's punishment and what both Hazel and Vickie thought
was the best way to handle him for the future.
Hazel explained every detail of her own handling of her young
charge, explaining the rather embarrassing positions she had
made the boy adopt, as well as her verbal and psychological
management of him. It was Vickie who told her of Gail's long
term plans for the boy. Penny smiled at Vickie as she spoke.
"I think Gail must be a very determined young woman already
even if she is rather young. Do you think she will change her
mind on the subject?"
Penny was surprised at the confidence of Vickie's reply. "I
would bet that Gail will do exactly what she has said. I have
never known a girl more in touch with her own feelings, or as
determined. Of course she has the added advantage of being the
only daughter of a very rich family. Their wealth must run
into millions and yet she has her feet planted firmly on the
ground."
Timothy could not help blushing as he entered the sitting
room. He felt horribly aware of his nakedness beneath the thin
tee shirt. The girls were sitting on a large comfy looking
settee while they watched the television set, both girls were
wearing the crisp white shirts and short navy pleated skirts
of their school uniforms. Their skirts had ridden up as they
sat on the sofa revealing their long legs, which were bared
almost to the brief whites panties they were wearing. As
Timothy entered the room, Susan got up and walked towards him
and took him gently by the arm. "Poor Timothy, you do seem to
be in a state don't be nervous, I am sure Mummy and the nurse
will be gentle with you. My my your face is bright red and
you are shivering all over. Come with me and stand by the fire
until you get warm."
Timothy blushed even more as Susan led him by his arm and
made him stand next to the open log fire. He could not help
gasping as Susan ran her hand over his shoulders and down his
back. He gasped as her hand proceeded even lower, her gentle
fingers teasing over the soft material that covered his
bottom. "Why Timothy!" She exclaimed. "Haven't you got any
underclothes or shorts on no wonder you are cold." Susan
noted the boy's exquisite look of anguish as she lifted the
hem of his tee shirt and looked at his bared his bottom. He
gasped; "Please er miss er please don't. Hazel wouldn't let
me wear anything under my shirt. Please er.. miss er Susan."
Ignoring his pleas Susan lifted the hem even further up his
back as her eye caught sight of the three red stripes, which
delineated the cheeks of his bottom. "What on earth are
these?" She exclaimed as she bent over to examine him closer.
"Come and look Gail, I think Hazel must have given him more
than just a smack bottom. Timothy gasped as Susan turned his
body towards the light of the standard lamp, which stood next
to the fireplace. She bent him forward pulling his shirt
further up his back so that she could examine him more
closely. He was acutely aware that his penis and testicles
were now on show as he saw Gail get up from the settee and
move towards him.
His face was on fire as the two girls bent him over even
further so that he his head was bent towards his knees. He
shivered as he felt Gail gently stroke her hand over the
quivering flesh of his bottom. "Keep still and let me have a
look and see what Hazel has been doing to you. Oh dear.. it
looks as though he has been given at least three strokes of
the strap. Is that what she smacked you with Timothy the
strap?" Timothy was blushing so much that his cheeks were
burning. His body was shivering uncontrollably as he felt
their hands exploring the cheeks of his bottom. He gasped as
Susan's soft fingertips deftly parted the cheeks, exposing him
intimately to their interested gaze. "Please er.. miss no
more pleeease!" He managed to stammer as he felt the utter
humiliation of being bent over and his bare bottom being
stretched and examined so intimately.
"I asked you a question!" said Gail as she smacked her hand
smartly across the cheeks of his bottom. "Did Hazel beat you
with a strap?" Timothy gasped at the sharp slap and shuddered
with anguish, his voice almost a croak as he tried to answer.
"Y'yes miss er it was the strap.
To Timothy's surprise Gail's voice became soft and concerned
as she bade him stand upright and pulled him towards her. She
laid his head gently on her shoulder and put her arms around
him. "Oh you poor baby, fancy having to have your poor bottom
beaten with a strap. Never mind my sweet boy, Susan and I will
make it better for you won't we Susan." Gail looked at Susan
who was standing behind the boy. She lifted the back of his
tee shirt up once more, pulling the hem upwards until it was
almost up to the back of his neck.
She knew that his penis would be exposed and vulnerable to
the intimate contact of Gail's body as she held Timothy close.
Gently she stroked her fingers over the soft flesh of his
bottom, her fingers trailing gently and intimately between the
cheeks. Gail heard his quickly drawn in breath at the further
intimate exploration of his bottom. She slid her own hand down
his back until she was able to caress his naked buttocks.
"There poor baby, let's get you over to the sofa and Susan
will fetch some cream so that I can rub some in for you. Now
don't be shy just come and lie across my knees.
For Timothy it was all too much, he could not resist the tear
that rolled down his cheek or the burgeoning throb of his
penis as Gail nonchalantly took a firm hold of both his penis
and his scrotum and casually placed the soft flesh between her
thighs. Both she and Susan helped lay the boy face down over
Gail's knees. "Right I'll leave him in your capable hands,
while I go and ask mother for some cream for his bottom." She
smiled at Gail and winked before turning on her heels and
leaving the room.
Vickie and Hazel were not the least surprised when Susan told
them what she and Hazel were doing to the boy, instead they
burst into good-natured laughter. Vickie could not contain her
merriment as she reached into the cupboard for some body
lotion. Hazel was still laughing as she addressed Susan.
"You were not long finding the marks on his bottom. I am
afraid that I just had to punish him for his disobedience at
the medical centre. Was his bottom still red, or was it just
the marks of the strap?"
Susan looked at Hazel, her admiration growing for the
confident young woman. "No Hazel it was just the three marks
of the straps. Did he cry when you punished him er. was his
bottom bare when you gave him the strap?" Hazel laughed at the
girl's very obvious interest in how she had punished the boy.
She did not disappoint Susan with her answer, as she already
guessed from her actions at the medical centre that her
interest in the boy was far from platonic. "I spanked his bare
bottom over my knee, using his tennis shoe as his implement of
punishment. After I had given him a sound spanking, I had him
bend over and grasp his ankles with his legs spread widely
apart, so that he could not clench his buttocks. I gave him
three strokes with the strap. I am afraid he couldn't contain
himself after the third stroke and danced about all over the
sitting room, trying to relieve himself of the pain. I think
that the strap hurt him far more than he ever though possible.
I am sure that, should he ever forget himself, a timely
reminder of the sting of the strap will soon bring him back
into line." Susan's look of admiration was not lost on Hazel
as she finished relating the details of Timothy's punishment.
She placed her hand on Susan's cheek and bent her head so that
she could whisper in her ear. "You may find that some day
soon, either you or Gail may have cause to punish him. Just
remember that if you have a good cause to smack his bare
bottom, that it must be tempered with love and kindness. In
that way you will not only gain his respect, but also his love
and supplication. Do you understand what I am saying?" Susan
looked intently at Hazel her face serious, but with a wistful,
almost spiritual expression. She spoke softly, her words slow
and measured. "Yes Hazel, thank you yes I know exactly what
you mean and I know that Gail does too!"
Vickie looked at her daughter and then back at Hazel, her
expression was thoughtful as she spoke to them. "Gail has said
that she is going to marry Timothy when he is older and that
she will smack his bottom when he is naughty. I know she may
only be in her teens, but I believe she will. I have never
known Gail say anything that she did not mean, or ever break a
promise.
Susan looked at Hazel and smiled at her. "Oh she will marry
him, I know it but she won't be the only one smacking his
bottom, if he is naughty I will be doing it as well." Hazel
chuckled, knowing full well that was what Susan had said,
would probably happen, just as she had said. "Well I think you
had better go and see what, your very grown up friend, Gail is
doing to my young charge." Hazel laughed as Susan took the
cream and disappeared down the corridor to the sitting room.
End Part 3