Timothy Part 6
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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Gail and Susan were lounging, rather than sitting, on the
opulent white leather corner-suite that occupied a large area
of the Old Rectory's sitting room. The stone-built Rectory was
a huge building, a testament to the affluent days of the
clergy. It had been bought by Gail's great grandfather after
he had started the family business of auctioneers and estate
agents. The business had flourished and had soon become one of
Europe's largest and most respected companies. The Goodman
family, although certainly one of the country's richest
families, were well liked and well respected within the
rural community of Lincolnshire. Constance Goodman was a woman
of quite outstanding beauty and grace. Her eclectic
conversational skills and fluency in several languages made
her a natural choice as the county's principal socialite.
Mrs Goodman was a keen and well organised charity worker as
well as a local magistrate. There was not a charity ball,
Gymkhana or cocktail party held within the county that she
did not organise. Her social skills were such, that most of
her time was taken up with her good works. She employed two
secretaries, as well as a housekeeper, a cook and two maids.
Her household staff enabled her to delegate a considerable
amount of the work, as well as always being prepared for
entertaining, visiting dignitaries or friends, at a moments
notice. She saw very little of her husband, who travelled
almost constantly between the various branches of the company
throughout Europe and the Middle East. However their marriage
was a happy combination of individual interests, punctuated by
carefree holidays at home and abroad.
Constance entered the sitting room, smiling at the two girls
as she sat upon an ornate Georgian chair, facing her
daughter and Susan. She turned her head as Ami, the younger
of the two maids, entered with a tray of cocktails. She
watched as the pretty young maid bent over to place the tray
upon the low coffee table situated in front of her. Constance
noted the sexy appearance of the young maid, wondering if
perhaps the pleated skirt of her uniform was perhaps a little
short for the outward conformity of the household. She smiled
at the girl, who curtsied prettily before turning to leave the
room. "Thank you Ami." She said as the girl walked daintily to
the door.
"You are welcome Ma'am." Ami's well modulated voice called
back as she exited the room.
Constance looked thoughtfully at the two girls as she leaned
forward and poured some of the contents of the ornate
cocktail pitcher into the three sliver stemmed glasses.
"Well from what you both tell me I think that Timothy must be
a very special looking boy and I am sure that Susan must
have the same discerning taste as yourself Gail, that is if
you mean to pursue everything that you have told me. I
remember meeting Timothy's mother at a small charity
gathering that we had here. I remember thinking that she had a
fragile beauty that is quite at odds with the look of a lot of
the ladies that we usually meet at these sort of functions.
She was well educated and well read, if I remember her
correctly. I hope that she is soon able to recover from her
illness."
Constance watched as her daughter picked up two of the drinks,
passing one to Susan. She looked closely at her daughter and
friend, admiring the beauty of both of the girls as they
sipped their drinks. Deep in thought, she looked out of the
open French Windows towards the ornate pool area, watching
the strong morning sunlight dance on the clear water of the
kidney shaped pool. Constance had not been shocked at the
knowledge of what the two girls had been up to over the last
few days, nor at the candid and detailed account of how they
felt sexually, at being intimately involved in not only
Timothy's therapy, but his chastisement and subjugation. What
had surprised her, although not to any great extent, was
their own calm and clinical assessment of their intimate
sexual excitement in having a boy under their control.
Constance smiled as she remembered Gail asking whether she
thought that her excitement was a sign that she was a
dominatrix.
Constance allowed them to drink their drinks without further
conversation. She had wondered how long it would be before
her daughter would perhaps demonstrate a sexual trait that
she herself had kept so well hidden from the outside world.
She had not known for certain, but small incidents over the
last few years had made Constance suspect, that perhaps her
daughter was inheriting more of herself than just her beauty.
Constance had indulged herself freely, if not openly, in her
sexual desires. She thought back to the previous evening,
when her daughter had stayed at Susan's house. She closed
her eyes for a moment as she relished the visual image. She
had stood looking down at Ami. The maid's naked body was
being held face down, and spread-eagled across the massage
table. Her secretaries, Pat and Geraldene, were each holding
one of the girl's legs as Jessica held her arms stretched
forward. Constance had already delivered four stokes of the
cane across the trembling girl's naked buttocks. She had
cruelly let the pain be absorbed into the gentle writhing of
the young girl's body before she had quickly delivered the
last two stinging strokes. She shivered as she remembered
quickly delving her hand between the young maid's legs,
eagerly thrusting her fingers into the softness of the open
moist vagina and frigging her to a prolonged and relentless
orgasm. Now, she thought as she looked across at her
daughter, it seems that Gail has found her own playmate.
Breaking the quietness of the moment Constance spoke. "So you
are having him here today, while Vickie Grant takes Hazel
over to Grantham for some shopping and then dinner and you
say a nurse is coming here to er relieve him of his semen?"
She smiled at her own loss of words as both Gail and Susan
grinned at her. Well I suppose that I will be able to have a
good look at this young man and see whether he is worthy of
you both." Gail could not help laughing as she spoke her
mother. "You will be able to get an absolutely first class
view of him, as we will be using the main bathroom and your
massage table so I it will be quite natural for you to walk
in at anytime." Constance laughed, knowing that her daughter
knew exactly what she meant. "I could ask Pat and Geraldene
to give you a hand if you would like, I am sure that they
would be quite delighted to have a handsome young man at
their mercy." Constance laughed as the thought of her two
young secretaries ministering to the naked young boy.
Gail laughed, displaying her perfectly white teeth between her
beautifully made up lips. "I am sure they would and I don't
think that that is such an outlandish idea after all they
are most discreet and very attractive. Any way they will
probably see him in the pool as I don't intend that he will
be allowed to keep his swimming trunks on all day." Gail
looked at her mother seriously for a moment. "I am going to
be very careful I cannot help the excitement I feel having
him under control, but I promise to temper it with love and
affection, after all I am going to look after him all his
life although he doesn't know it yet." Constance smiled. She
was quite confident of her daughter's standards of
humanitarianism and knew that she would have already thought
things through. Gail smiled again as she continued. "There is
one thing I am thankful for and that is that I have plenty
of money to provide for whatever I need."
Constance laughed at her lovely daughter. "Well, your own
inheritance from your Grandfather is over twelve million and
is growing nicely and then of course it looks like
Charlotte is already going to be equally as successful in
the business as your father is, so I think your shares will
bring in you so much money that you will never have to touch
your capital, however much you decide to spend." Susan
laughed as she spoke, punching Gail lightly on her arm. "You
really are a little rich girl aren't you? But I must say you
are the nicest little rich girl I know." Both girls laughed
as they relaxed against the huge cushions of the leather
suite. Constance got up from her chair, her lithe and well
toned body was graceful in movement, "Come along you two.. it
is nearly half past nine. We need to make sure that you are
ready with everything for when the nurse arrives and of
course you will want to look your best for Timothy."
The day had already been full of embarrassment for Timothy. He
had been woken by Hazel with morning tea and left to drink it
while she had run a bathtub of water. She had dressed in a
smart suit which accented her figure beautifully. Her makeup
had been applied perfectly and her hair shone with health as
passed by the window upon re-entering the bedroom. "Now
Timothy, hop out of bed, I am going to give you a thorough
wash from top to bottom. I want no nonsense from you as I
will not be with you today. So I am going to ensure that
every inch of you is squeaky clean. Timothy blushed as he
looked up at his cousin. Her beauty overwhelmed him, making
him feel awkward and gauche. He was acutely aware of his
morning erection and of his nakedness beneath the covers of
his bed. "Come along up you get." Without waiting, she
flipped his bed covers, exposing his naked body to her gaze.
Timothy responded almost automatically, his hands shot down
to his groin, clasping his genitals as Hazel looked him up
and down. "Come along I want you in the bathroom now." She
ignored his blushing face and his abject embarrassment as he
lay upon his side with his hands clasped to his groin and
his knees pulled up, vainly trying to hide his naked body
from her. Without further comment she turned and walked into
the bathroom, hearing his movements as he struggled from the
bed.
She watched as he entered the bathroom. His hands were clasped
to his groin and his knees were pressed closely together as
he teetered rather than walked through the door. She looked
at his naked body, admiring the perfect physique. Not too
muscular and yet firm with a natural tone. Perfectly
proportioned, she thought as she moved towards him. She moved
towards him and immediately slapped him hard across the
cheeks of his bottom. She watched him blush guiltily as she
pulled his hands away from his body and propelled him
towards the bath. She saw to her delight that his penis was
fully erect, wobbling up and down as she manoeuvred him into
the warm water.
"Stand up straight facing me with your hands clasped on top of
your head." She stood back as she spoke and watched with
delight as awkwardly and with a shiver of shame he obeyed
her instructions. She stood for several minutes examining his
body in minute detail. She felt a thrill run through her
body as she realised that she had complete control and
authority over him. His naked body was hers to do as she
pleased.
His embarrassment and humility seemed to add to her excitement
as she leisurely examined every inch of him. His penis
throbbed visibly and his body trembled as she prolonged his
humiliating examination.
He watched in shame as she took off her suit jacket, revealing
the crisp white cotton shirt she wore beneath. He could not
help but look at her large firm breasts as they pressed
against the sheer cotton. He blushed once more as she
reached for the rubber apron that hung behind the bathroom
door, pulling it over her head and tying the canvas tape
tightly around her trim waist she looked sternly at him.
He shuddered involuntarily as at last she moved towards the
bath and, stretching out her arm, she placed the fingers of
her hand between his legs and cupped his testicles. He could
not help the gasp of pure anguish that escaped from his lips
as she held his testicles. Moving closer she delicately took
hold of his penis between her finger and thumb.
"Now Timothy, look at me and tell me, why your penis is erect
like this.
She felt him shiver as he looked into her eyes, his face
colouring to a deep crimson. He felt utterly humiliated as he
stammered a reply. "I'm er sorry er miss. I don't mean it
to it just er.. happened.. er sometimes miss.. er in the
morning it er.. happens." His voice was tremulous as he tried
to explain.
"Well we will have no more nonsense with you. Now get those
legs further apart and arch your back, come along yes that's
the way. Now stay like that while I wash you all over. I
shall endeavour to ignore your stiffness." She squeezed his
penis between finger and thumb to accent her words. "But I
won't always tolerate such lewd behaviour."
Timothy shuddered at her words. His penis throbbing
uncontrollably as she held him. Her hands felt soft and cool
against his skin as she squeezed his scrotum and his penis
firmly before finally letting him go.
He was trembling all over as she washed his chest and
underneath his arms, her fingers deliberately grazing over
the sensitive nubs of his nipples. She washed him, leisurely
enjoying the feel of his body and his utter humiliation. Her
hands slid down over his hips as she began to soap his
thighs. Occasionally she leaned forward, her cheek brushing
against the tip of his erect penis as her hands soaped the
inside of his thighs. Timothy was in absolute anguish and
torment as he steeled himself for the inevitable washing of
his genitals. He shuddered at the thought that he might lose
control and ejaculate when she finally took hold of his penis
to wash it.
Hazel was enjoying the moment. She realised that it was really
the first time that she had the boy to herself in a properly
conditioned state. Although humiliated and embarrassed, she
knew that he had learned, through her punishments and
ministrations, that it was futile to protest. She looked at
his face which was suffused in red blotches, she smiled to
her self a she saw his expression of utter humiliation. She
placed her hands on each of his hips and looked him straight
in the eye.
"Well Timothy I want you to open your legs wider and bend your
knees, do you think you can do that for me?" Her tone was
softer and her voice caring as she looked at the stricken
boy. Timothy blushed instantly as he looked into her eyes.
Slowly and reluctantly he spread his legs into and even wider
posture. Trembling with indignity he allowed his knees to bend
outwards, his face blushing a deep crimson, knowing that his
lewd position made him look ridiculous. He sighed with
embarrassment as he felt Hazel gently exert pressure on his
hips, lowering his body even further. He was acutely aware
that his testicles hung freely from his body that he was
completely accessible to her.
Hazel let go of him and took a step backwards to look at him.
She took her time examining him from head to toe, delighting
in his expression of utter embarrassment. She picked up a
container of liquid soap from the side of the bath and began
to coat both hands with the soft creamy liquid. She was aware
that Timothy's eyes were transfixed to every movement of her
hands. She felt a thrill run through her whole body as she
stepped forward and slowly and deliberately brought her hand
up between his widely spread legs. She flattened the palm of
her hand and grasped him firmly behind his testicles, her
fingertips sliding between the cheeks of his buttocks and his
soft swollen testes resting against her wrist. Slowly and
deliberately she pushed her fingers between the cheeks of his
buttocks, hearing him gasp in protest as she slipped her
middle finger up into his bottom. His gasp turned to a groan
as she slid her finger further up into him, her knuckle
sliding easily past the tightly stretched sphincter.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhh . Miss er please noooo er miss." He could
not help protesting as her finger seemed to fill him
completely. He tried to rise up only to feel her other hand
grasp his testicles firmly, pulling down on the tender orbs as
she curled her finger inside him. The motion of her finger
immediately stimulated his prostate, so much so that he could
do nothing but groan mightily.Arrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. His
mouth was wide open with anguish as she stimulated the soft
pliant flesh of his prostate. He began to tremble as suddenly
her hand let go of his testicles and instead grasped his erect
penis in a firm grip. Deftly she slid his foreskin down the
shaft exposing him
fully."Arrrggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh please miss
er please I feeeell er" His pleading was cut short by a firm
jab of her finger up into his bottom.
"Now Timothy, keep still like a good boy, this won't take a
minute." Hazel felt another thrill run through her body as she
enjoyed the utter delight of pressing her finger hard against
his prostate and stretching the skin of his penis back at the
same time. She could not have explained why this action gave
her so much pleasure; perhaps it was the utter control she was
demonstrating over the boy.
"Oooooohhhh oooohhhhh pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaase MISSSSSS."
Timothy could not help but cry out as his penis throbbed
mightily in her hand. He seemed to have lost control of his
limbs as his body trembled violently.
Hazel's voice was deliberately soft and gentle as she spoke.
"Poor baby, it will all be over soon, try and be a good little
soldier while I just do this." Her measured tone belied the
firm action of her finger inside of his bottom or the firm
pumping action of her fingers around his penis.
"Arrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh." His moans only
confirmed what she already knew, that he was beyond the point
of control. She milked his penis quickly as she curled her
finger incessantly in a 'come here' motion against his
prostate. Suddenly she felt his body stiffen as if he were in
a trance. She could see that his eyes were wide open in shock
as simultaneously she jabbed upwards with her finger inside
his bottom and scraped her fingernails over the tip of his
penis and down the shaft.
"Poor baby, it will all be over soon, be a brave boy." She
cooed, as she expertly brought him to the point of
ejaculation. She deftly pushed her finger even deeper inside
him as she stimulated him mercilessly. She watched as huge
globules of semen erupted from his penis."There my baby let's
just have a little more oops yes there we are." Her voice
was cool and collected; in contrast to the firm manipulations
of her fingers around his penis."There we are one more big
squirt now.." Hazel slid a second finger into his bottom and
pushed both straightened fingers hard up against his
prostrate. Timothy felt his sphincter being stretched wide and
then suddenly an incredible pressure deep inside him.
"Arrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" He cried out
as his body straightened and he stood up on his tiptoes.
"Arrrggggggggghhh pleeeeaaaaase er miss."
Hazel was in heaven as the boy stiffened totally as if he had
been subjected to a violent electric shock. His voice was
filled with anguish as she forced a further eruption of semen
from his penis.
"There my poor baby what a clever little boy you are." She
slowed her hands and gently extricated her fingers from his
bottom."Let's just rinse you off and then I will help you out
of the bath." Hazel could not help squeezing her legs together
as yet another thrill ran through her body. She watched the
naked boy as he tried to compose himself. She caught his eye,
delighting in the immediate deep flushing of his cheeks as he
looked down in embarrassment.She rinsed his body, her hands
causing him further embarrassment as she deftly and
nonchalantly handled his genitals, causing him to wince and
groan as she stripped his foreskin back to rinse behind the
glans. He shuddered several times as she quickly slipped a
finger up into his bottom and then withdrew it again.
"There Timothy, just look at you, you are all nice and clean.
Now take you hands off your head and hop out of the bath." Her
voice was bright and held no warning of what she was to do
next. She watched him struggling stiffly from the bath, noting
that his penis although not fully erect was swollen and
turgid.
She took a chair and placed it in the middle of the bathroom.
Then she took two large bath towels from the airing cupboard
and a large plastic bottle of talcum powder from one of the
shelves.
"Right Timothy come and stand in front of me and I'll get you
dried off." Hazel sat down on the chair and smoothed the
rubber apron over her lap.
Timothy could only sigh in embarrassment as he stood before
her. He blushed as she took hold of his hips and pulled him
forward. She parted her knees and drew him closer, before
taking the towel and drying his body.
He could not help look down at the beautiful girl as she
casually took hold of his penis and, as if it was the most
natural thing in the world, retracted the foreskin with her
delicate fingers, before drying the sensitive flesh beneath.
Timothy shuddered at her intimate touch and to his horror
felt his penis begin to erect once more.
Hazel smiled to herself as she lifted his testicles with the
towel and without concern for his modesty, held his penis out
of the way while she dried the soft and sensitive flesh.
"Right turn around and let me do your back." Timothy was a
little quicker in obeying her command: anxious to hide his
tumescent penis from her gaze.Hazel quickly dried his
shoulders and then spoke to him; her voice bright and cheery.
"Right young man, bend over and touch your toes. Come along
now." Timothy groaned as he complied with her request. "Now
relax your bottom completely I need to get right in between
the cheeks." Timothy blushed, as he tried to relax his
buttocks; his embarrassment seemingly never ending. He felt a
sharp slap on his bottom and then her cool hands upon his
hip."That won't do at all, come and stand by my side no not
like that like this. There that's the way now over you go."
Timothy was beside himself with anguish as Hazel demonstrated
that she wanted him to lay face down over her knee. "Oh
pleeeease misss er.""That will do Timothy." Her tone brooked
no argument as she placed her hand on the small of his back
and taking his arm, gently pulled and pushed him until he was
laid face down over her knee. His immediate impression was the
coolness and slipperiness of the rubber apron against his
penis and testicles, as he lay face down looking at the tiled
floor."There that's better, you must learn to do things first
time. Now I am going to dry you and then I will smack your
naughty bottom before I talcum powder you. Timothy could not
believe his ears. He shivered at his own total humiliation as
he felt her pry open the cheeks of his bottom. Suddenly there
was a firm slap upon the cheeks of his bottom. He gasped as
the hurt suffused through his buttocks. "Now I should warn you
Timothy that I will add to your punishment if you do not obey
me. Now RELAX your bottom and allow me proper access."All he
could do was shiver and blush with embarrassment as he allowed
the cheeks of his bottom to go slack. He tried hard not to
squirm as he felt her fingers deftly explore the sensitive
flesh deep between the crease of his buttocks. He shivered and
jerked as her fingers, followed by the tickling of the towel,
pried everywhere before she seemed satisfied.
He felt utterly humiliated as she placed her hand on the back
of his head and pushed it down until he was looking underneath
the chair. "I think that that is an appropriate position for a
naughty boy who is going to have his bare bottom spanked over
his guardian's knee, don't you Timothy?"
It didn't seem but a minute before she had clasped her arm
around his waist and delivered the first stinging slap to his
bottom. "Smack smack smack " Hazel's method of spanking was
set at a leisurely pace. She could feel the hardness of his
penis through the rubber apron as she proceeded to redden his
bottom. She involuntarily squeezed her knees together as she
felt yet another thrill course through her body.
Timothy was beside himself as painful smack after painful
smack was administered to the tender bare cheeks of his
bottom.
"My word I don't know what to do with you Timothy does it
not embarrass you having your cousin take you over her knee
and smack your bare bottom mmm ?
Timothy's embarrassment and utter humiliation were so acute
that he could hardly speak. "Oh pleeeease miss" he cried
between the sharp slaps that were covering his bottom. "Oh
please stop now miss I promise I will er obey you er
properly"
Hazel kept up a steady rhythm, her hand stinging as she
watched the cheeks of his bottom shudder and quake with the
onslaught. She could hear his sobs grow louder as she
continued his punishment; at last she stopped. Her hand gently
smoothed over his bottom cheeks in a caressing touch.
"Do you promise to be good Timothy or do I have to fetch my
strap to you."
"Oh no pleeeease miss I promise I will do everything you
say. His voice was punctuated by sobs as he spoke."Now lay
still while I apply your talcum powder." Timothy didn't speak
such was his shame as he felt her apply talcum powder to the
cheeks of his bottom. He could not help but groan as her
fingers again slipped between the cheeks of his buttocks; her
hand actually stretching them wide apart as she applied talcum
powder.
"Right Timothy do you promise to be good if I let you up off
my knees?" Timothy shuddered and sobbed as he answered her. "I
promise er miss ohhhh er I promise."
"Well then I will take your word as a gentleman I have never
known so much fuss." Hazel thrilled once more as she saw that
his penis was violently erect as she helped him up from her
knees. "Right stand in front of me.. legs stretched apart
either side of my knees, so that I can powder your penis and
your testicles." Timothy blushed at her humiliating
instructions, acutely aware that his penis was pointed upwards
and was as stiff as it had been while he had been so
intimately milked in the bath.
Shuffling his feet and blushing furiously, Timothy followed
her instructions, he could not hide the expression of utter
shame from his tear stained face.
"Now you see, Timothy. You can do things when you apply your
mind properly to it." He blushed once more, groaning inwardly
as he watched his pretty cousin casually empty a large amount
of talcum powder into her cupped hand.
Casually she took his penis between the finger and thumb of
her right hand and gently slid her left hand, which was almost
overflowing with talcum powder, between his legs.He could not
help shudder at her intimate touch, gasping as she fondled his
testicles before sliding her hand behind the soft orbs of
flesh and jiggling the testes as she covered the scrotum with
powder.
He was unable to stifle a groan of anguish as she pulled his
foreskin back exposing the sensitive flesh beneath. Holding
him firmly she took the bottle of talcum from her lap and
sprinkled the entire organ with white powder.
Placing the bottle down on her lap she used both hands to rub
the powder in the entire length of his erect penis; ignoring
his moans and gasps as she manipulated his most intimate flesh
as if it was a perfectly natural and everyday task.
She squeezed his penis hard before she let him go. "Well
Timothy, I think you are done. I am afraid you were not as
obedient as I thought you would be, but I shall of course
thrash that out of you at some later stage. Now run along and
put on your gym shorts and tee shirt er socks and training
shoes. Do NOT put on any underwear as I want your testicles to
be free of encumbrance."
Timothy would have protested at what she had told him to wear;
but such was his hurry to get away and the thought of another
smacked bottom, that he said nothing; instead walking quickly
to his bedroom.
An hour later, Timothy was seated sulkily in the back seat of
Mrs. Grant's car. His ears were burning with shame as he
listed to the conversation between Hazel and Mrs. Grant. "Of
course I had to smack him yet again. He insisted upon
clenching his buttocks, so that I could not powder his little
bottom properly; sometimes I really despair at the actions of
young boys. I mean after all, it is not as if he has anything
to hide."
The journey continued with one embarrassing comment after
another. He tried to shut out the sounds of the conversation
from the front of the car and instead concentrated upon the
views from the rear window. It was not long before they
entered through the ornate gates of a long driveway. It seemed
impossible to Timothy, that anyone could own so much land that
it could take almost ten minutes to travel from the gateway to
the house. He was immediately in awe of the imposing building,
it's carved stonework and elegant portico publicising it's
opulence and grandeur.They pulled up in front of the main
entrance, the little Morris Minor looking insignificant
against the largeness of the stone steps that invited one to
the large double oak doors.
No sooner had they stopped than were greeted by Gail and Susan
who happily skipped down the steps and ran towards the car.
Both Hazel and Vickie got out to meet the girls. Timothy could
not hear their conversation as they all stood together at the
foot of the steps. Occasionally one of them would look towards
Timothy as he sat slouched in the back of the car. He felt hot
and sullen as well as ill at ease after the humiliation of the
morning. However he had not forgotten his punishment and as
such was attentive enough to make sure that his name was not
being called to get out of the car.
It must have been at least fifteen minutes before Hazel opened
up the door of the car and spoke to him. "Come along Timothy,
time to get out." There was something in Hazel's voice that
made him obey immediately. He got out of the car and walked
with Hazel towards the house. "Right girls, remember what I
have told you. He has promised to be on his best behaviour,
but if he should forget himself, or resort to silliness, then
you have MY permission to smack his naughty bottom. " Hazel
turned towards Timothy. "Now young man, I want to hear you
promise in front of the girls that you will promise to behave
yourself. Now let me hear you say it."
Timothy blushed at the demeaning words, his self esteem at its
lowest ebb as he looked towards Gail and Susan. His bottom lip
was trembling as he lifted his blushing face to address them
both. "I er er promise to be good." His voice trailed off as
he stood, shifting his weight from one foot to another.
"Well I hope so " Hazel looked at Mrs. Grant. "Would you like
to check his testicles, before we leave? I think it might be
and hour or two before the nurse gets here and I wouldn't want
to leave him in any discomfort."
Hazel knew that her words would cause him far more discomfort
that anything physical as she watched the boy's cheeks
immediately blush to a deep crimson. Before he could protest,
Vickie had moved towards him and to his utter humiliation she
slipped her hand down the front of his shorts.
The suddenness and the shock of such an intimate and
embarrassing action left Timothy standing stupefied with his
mouth wide open as Mrs. Grant casually explored between his
legs before hefting his testicles in the palm of her hand. He
trembled in embarrassment as she casually handled his
testicles, her body pressed close to his as she squeezed and
weighed his genitals as if he were a prize animal.
He was acutely aware of her heady perfume and the softness of
her breasts as she leaned over him. Her wrist brushed over the
tip of his penis, making him gasp as she examined his
testicles at her leisure. Involuntarily he gave in to his
curiosity to see if the girls were observing his embarrassing
inspection only to discover, to his horror, that both girls
were watching him with avid interest. He looked away quickly,
in betrayal of his acute and utter anguish, almost certain
that Susan had caught his eye as Mrs. Grant continued to
squeeze and fondle his testicles.
She sounded slightly out of breath, as she stood up
withdrawing her hand from within his shorts. He could not
believe that he had so summarily been subjected to such an
undignified and belittling experience.
"Yes he will be fine. I presume that you had to milk him this
morning?" Mrs. Grant turned to Hazel, talking as if the boy
was not there.
"Oh yes, I gave him as thorough an evacuation as I could. Of
course, I really need more than one pair of hands to do the
job properly." She turned to the two girls. "You will help the
nurse to milk him thoroughly won't you? I think at least twice
on each occasion, I know the doctor would like him thoroughly
drained."
Timothy could only blush as the girl's looked first at Hazel
and then at Susan's mother, before turning their attention
towards him. "Of course" Gail replied. "I will ask whoever
they send to make sure that he doesn't have anything left
inside his little balls."
Hazel could not help smiling as she listened to Gail's reply.
She knew that both the young girls could not wait to get their
hands on the boy.
Moments later, Timothy was being led through the corridors of
the grand house. Gail was leading him by the arm as Susan
followed behind. Timothy was trembling with embarrassment
feeling utterly gauche and awkward as he was herded through
the opulence of the ornately panelled corridors. His face was
still suffused in a blush of bright red. His skin felt goose-
pimpled at the embarrassment and indignity of his humiliating
examination by Susan's mother. He could still feel the effect
of her cool hands as she had handled his genitals in such an
intimate manner. Had he known of the preparations the girls
had made for his day at Gail's house, he might have fled there
and then.
Both Gail and Susan had taken great care with their
preparation for the day ahead. They had dressed carefully,
knowing full well the effect that their good-looks had on
Timothy. They both chose summer dresses from Gail's wardrobe.
The quality and French cut of the dresses had impressed Susan
so much that Gail had to laugh.
"I can't help it if mummy always insists on buying me the
best just learn to enjoy the luxury." They had decided that
both of their dresses looked far sexier without a bra. Susan
had bent low over the dressing table as Gail was carefully
applying her makeup. The glimpse of bare breast through the
vee of her neckline made Gail laugh out loud.
"My god, the boy won't know where to look if you bend over him
like that." They both giggled as Gail opened one of the
drawers of her dressing table and handed a pair of sheer
French panties to Susan. "Put these on, they are so wonderful,
it is like wearing nothing at all." Gail could not help
admiring the perfect form of her friend as she lowered the
small white cotton panties she was wearing. Lazily she stroked
her hand over Susan's shaven pubis as the girl daintily
stepped out of her own panties and put on the pair Gail had
given her. Susan held her dress above her waist as she admired
the tiny triangle of lacy material. "God, if you don't look
sexy Susan." Gail rolled her eyes as Susan twirled in front of
the mirror, her buttocks were completely bared, the wisp of
material at the rear was completely hidden between the cheeks
of her bottom.
Later, impeccably dressed in their summer dresses, they had
paraded themselves in front of Gail's mother. They both wore
freshly applied makeup and their hair was brushed to a shine
as they twirled around.
"I must say that you both look absolutely stunning. I hope
that he doesn't faint at the sight of two such beautiful
girls. That dress looks so good on you Susan, that I am sure
Gail will agree with me that you should keep it." Gail nodded
enthusiastically before Susan had chance to protest at their
generosity. "Don't say a word the dress is yours now I think
we just have time to add a little perfume remember you might
want to arouse all of his senses." They all laughed, the girls
knowing full well that perfume would indeed assail the boys
senses even further.
* * *
Timothy hardly had time to appreciate the luxury of the
furnishing and tapestries that adorned the wide corridors as
he was led through the large house. Gail held his arm in a
firm grip as she led him like a small child. They turned right
and left several times until they reached the large sitting
room.
Constance was seated, her beautiful figure poised gracefully
with her arms resting on each arm of her chair. Behind
Constance, stood Pat and Geraldine, her two secretaries and to
the side of the room stood the two maids. Both Ami and Jessica
were dressed in short black silk skirts that showed off much
of their shapely thighs. They stood primly with their hands
clasped in front of them as if waiting to be of service.
To Timothy, Constance Goodman appeared regal and serene as she
sat in the large ornate chair. He felt awkward and ill at ease
as Gail led him to the centre of the large room. He blushed to
a bright red as she made him stand in the centre of lavishly
patterned carpet. Her deliberate positioning of him enabled
everyone to have a perfect and unobstructed view of his
trembling form and at the same time instilled in Timothy a
feeling of humiliation. It was a perfect example of a young
boy being 'on the carpet', an expression well known to many an
English schoolboy who has fallen foul of the school rules.
Constance was dressed impeccably in a navy blue suit. Her face
was beautifully made up; her hair beautifully styled and
brushed away from her face accenting the exquisite bone
structure of her face and the firm line of her jaw. Timothy
looked down at his own clothes, feeling utterly inadequate in
his loose shirt and gym shorts. He shivered as Constance spoke
to him, her voice sounding so well modulated and cultured that
it further added to his feeling of inadequacy.
"So you must be Timothy. Welcome to my house young man. My
daughter tells me that you are a very nice little boy, so I
hope you are going to enjoy your day with us." Timothy could
only blush as Constance spoke to him. Her referral to him as a
nice little boy made him feel even smaller and more humiliated
than he could have ever imagined.
It was no accident that Constance had chosen to address him as
a little boy, or that she had earlier suggested that Gail
should place him in the centre of the room. She could see by
his blushing cheeks that this combination was having her
desired effect upon the young boy.
She was able to examine him at her leisure as he stood before
her with his head bent looking down at the floor. She could
immediately see that his face and physique were perfect in
every detail. He was she thought, the most delightful looking
young boy that she had ever seen. She remembered the fragile
and delicate beauty of his mother and understood where much of
his good looks and rare physical form had come from.
His shirt was tucked into his shorts, accenting his slim
waist. The shorts themselves displayed much of his legs and
Constance delighted in the fact that very soon she would be
able to examine his body without the hindrance of clothes.
Gail and Susan were standing to the side of the room and
Constance looked at their young faces as they in turn watched
Timothy. It was difficult for Constance not to smile as she
glanced around the room. The two maids were watching the boy
in an almost predatory fashion. She looked up over her
shoulder, noting that there seemed to be similar interest in
the boy by her two young secretaries. In fact, Constance
thought that the atmosphere in the room seemed expectant and
poised.
She looked across at Ami as the delicate and tuneful sound of
the door chimes echoed within the room. She had no need to
speak as Ami was already walking towards the double doors that
led to the main corridor.
"Tell me Timothy," she continued, "would you like a drink of
something? I have some fizzy drinks, or perhaps a glass of
milk. I know little boys need their milk if they are to grow
up to be strong and healthy." Constance watched his cheeks
blush with redness as he raised his head. Rather than wait for
his reply she looked across at Jessica and spoke softly to
her. "Would you be so kind as to fetch our young guest a glass
of milk dear?"
Timothy blushed again, this time his cheeks deepening in
colour to an almost purple hue. He felt utterly embarrassed
and humiliated. Not merely at the belittling and humbling
experience of being addressed as a young child, but also of
being the centre of interest of so many beautiful young women.
Each time he looked up at Constance Goodman he was aware of
the interest of her two young secretaries. He looked down at
the floor again, acutely aware that his stature in the eyes of
Susan and Gail would be further diminished by the
condescending words of Gail's mother.
It was in a haze of humiliation and trepidation that he heard
Ami return to the room and announce, "Nurse Bishop has arrived
Madam. I have taken her through to the main bathroom and left
her to make her preparations as she requested. I will go and
give her a hand and then bring her through to introduce her to
you."
Constance looked up as her maid spoke and then smiled at her
benevolently. "Thank you Ami, yes do bring her through as soon
as she has finished, I would like to talk to her."
Timothy could not help himself looking across towards the
young maid. Her expression told him instantly that she already
knew why the nurse was here. He felt his cheeks burning with
utter embarrassment as she looked him up and down, her eyes
openly lingering on the area below his waist. He shivered
involuntarily as he saw the glint of amusement in her eyes and
the sardonic look upon her face. He watched her as she turned
to leave, her short skirt swaying with the movement of her
hips, a movement which deliberately attracted his attention to
the beauty of her long legs.
Constance watched the young boy's display of utter
embarrassment. She was delighted that the nurse had arrived
early. What could be better than his present position as she
asked the nurse about his treatment. She looked to her right
as Jessica entered the room carrying a silver tray upon which
was placed a tall glass of milk. Constance smiled to herself
as she saw that the glass held a brightly coloured plastic
straw. She watched as Jessica approached the young boy,
enjoying his further embarrassment as Jessica stood next to
him and gently stroked his cheek as if he were a small child.
Jessica bent her head so that her face was close to his and
spoke softly to him." Here you are Master Timothy, I've
brought you a straw so you don't spill it"
Constance could see his indignation and embarrassment as
Jessica took hold of his hand and raised his arm to take the
glass from the tray. "There you are sweetie; take the glass in
both hands now like a good boy and hold on tight so that it
doesn't slip... there, that's the way." Jessica put the tray
down on one of small coffee tables and watched the boy take
the glass.
Constance Goodman was delighted with the performance of her
maids. It was a masterly stroke for Jessica to bring him a
straw and make him hold the glass with both hands. The boy's
abject humiliation was manifested in the trembling of his
hands as he put the straw to his lips and sucked. She could
see that he was so embarrassed that he did not know what else
to do. His blushing cheeks and trembling lips were a delight
to behold as she leaned back in her chair and watched him in
his discomfort. He shivered visibly as Jessica causally placed
her hand on the nape of his neck and ran her fingers upwards
through his hair, tousling it as one would to a very small
child. Constance thrilled as the boy blushed again, his face
colouring quickly with an abrupt flush of shame.
To her delight Jessica stood over him and watched him drink
through the straw, her delicate fingers caressed his neck as
he half emptied the milk. He lowered the glass and looked at
the pretty young maid. His bottom lip was trembling as he
proffered the glass to her. She spoke gently but firmly, her
eyes looking into his as he stood holding the glass towards
her.
"Now, be a good boy and drink it all up. You want to grow up
to be a big strong boy don't you?" Before he could answer she
took the glass from him and stepping behind him and brought
her arms around either side of his body, holding the glass
next to his face.
Timothy's arms were effectively pinioned to his sides as she
teased his lips with the tip of the straw. She pressed her
cheek next to his as she whispered softly to him, her perfume
assailing his senses with a delicate aroma as she spoke.
"Now sweetie, drink your milk like a good little boy. There
you see I am holding it for you so you need not worry about
spilling it." She brushed her lips against his cheek as she
pressed her body closer to his and teased the straw into his
mouth.
Timothy was in turmoil as he involuntarily drank from the
glass until it was empty. His body trembled and shivered as
Jessica deliberately held him close.
"There you are sweetie, you drank it all up like a good boy."
She brushed her face against his cheek before taking the glass
away and stepping backwards. She smiled as she observed the
fresh flush of red which suffused his cheeks and the tremor
which ran through his body.
Constance disguised her delight at the maid's management of
her young guest. Instead she looked into his blushing face,
ignoring his shame and embarrassment.
End Part 6