A New Peter 1
by Anonymous
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explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors.
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Mrs. Veckly could hardly sleep that night. After
her discussion with Mrs. Bradford, her accountant, the
day before, she finally felt she was going to get some
control over her twelve-year-old son, Peter. Peter was
going to find his new place in the family as well.
In their casual conversation, Mrs. Veckly had
mentioned that she was having some trouble getting Peter
to behave. Mrs. Bradford seemed unusually interested in
this and offered some advice. According to Mrs.
Bradford, Peter needed to be raised the same way she had
raised her son. That meant that Peter needed to learn
that he was just a lonely male in a world dominated by
women. Mrs. Bradford required strict obedience from any
male and believed it was the right of any female to
demand anything of a male and expect immediate
compliance. She even offered to help Mrs. Veckly
initiate Peter to this new lifestyle, going so far at to
make an appointment with a special doctor she knew, so
Peter's training could begin.
Mrs. Veckly took Peter to school and advised him she
would pick him up at the end of the day. However, she
had Peter checked out of school at noon so she could take
him to his doctor's appointment.
"What are you doing here now, Mom?" Peter asked,
"Afraid I'd skip school?"
"No, Peter, you have a doctor's appointment," she
replied.
"A doctor's appointment, but I'm no sick."
"Well, you look a little pale lately and Mrs.
Bradford has kindly made an appointment for you with Dr.
Roberts to check you over."
Peter was a few months into his twelfth year. He
had close cropped hair, wore glasses, was not quite five
feet tall and weighed about 145 pounds. Just a bit on the
pudgy side, something he had always been sensitive about,
especially around women.
As Mrs. Veckly expected, he complained and sulked
all the way to the appointment. She chose not to try and
argue with him.
Mrs. Bradford had made the appointment with Dr.
Roberts and explained the situation to her. Peter could
not imagine what was in store for him at the doctor's
office. Mrs. Bradford, his mom, a nurse, and obviously
Dr. Roberts would be present for his exam. Peter had no
inkling of this, however.
They finally reached the doctor's office. As
previously arranged no other patients were present.
Nurse Lisa, a tall thin blond woman in her late twenties
with a very short tight white nurse's uniform was at the
reception desk. Peter found her quite attractive and was
rather taken with her.
Mrs. Veckly gave her their names and Lisa smiled at
Peter. They were given forms to fill out and returned
them to Nurse Lisa. She entered the door behind her desk
and the mother and son waited.
A few minutes later, Nurse Lisa entered the waiting
room from another door and invited Mrs. Veckly and Peter
into the doctor's office.
Mrs. Bradford, in a white lab coat was already
seated; Nurse Lisa and Mrs. Veckly took the two other
chairs, while Peter leaned against the wall. They made
small talk and Peter was beginning to think that Mrs.
Bradford was the doctor.
Suddenly the door to the examining room opened and
Dr. Roberts came in. She took her desk chair, looked at
the forms, and sternly spoke to Peter, "Stand up straight
young man, slouching is bad for your posture!"
"Aw, I always "
Mrs. Branford's open hand greeted Peter's cheek with
a loud pop. Tears came to his eyes, "Do not talk back to
the Doctor, little boy," she taunted.
Dr. Roberts continued, " Your mother has been
concerned with your disobedient behavior of late. Her
concern has led her to my office. In order to rule our
any physical problems, other than you're too fat, we will
check you more thoroughly than you thought possible. We
will also suggest behavioral measures to keep you under
her control. Mrs. Bradford, Nurse Lisa, your mother, and
I will be present during the exam. It will take the
majority of the afternoon, by that time, I'm sure you
you'll begin to see things in a different light. Go to
the exam room no, Peter," and she pointed toward the
door.
In the exam room Mrs. Bradford, and Mrs. Veckly sat
in the 2 chairs. Dr. Roberts and Nurse Lisa stood as did
Peter.
"First we will weigh and measure you. Take off your
shoes and socks and place them on the floor in the
corner, then step to the scale, " said the doctor.
He did as he was told and his height was recorded as
5' 4."
"Now, Peter, we will check your weight," said the
nurse. "To make sure it is accurate, go to the corner
and remove all your clothes. Fold them neatly and place
them on your shoes and socks."
Peter could not believe his ears. His mother
hadn't seen him naked in a long time and now three other
women were going to see him. He was beginning to felt
quite small and embarrassed.
He moved to the corner, took off his shirt and threw
it on his shoes.
"Fold it neatly, Peter," reminded his mom.
He did as he was told, took off his jeans and folded
them. He figured he could get by with his underwear. As
he walked to the scale, his fat rounded bottom as warmed
by a stinging slap from Mrs. Bradford.
"All your clothes, Peter. The only true weight is
on taken when you are naked. We've all seen naked little
boys before so you should not be embarrassed." she said.
Peter returned to the corner and slid off his
underwear with his back to the women. A prefect outline
of Mrs. Branford's hand was on his left cheek. He could
hear the women snicker at the handprint. As he turned to
walk to the scale he covered himself with his hands.
"Hands at your sides, Peter," said Dr. Roberts>
"We'll all get to know every inch of you intimately
during the exam so you might as well get use to it."
He reluctantly moved his hands. His organs were
typical of a slow to mature fat child. His stubby penis
was uncircumcised and his scrotum was pulled totally
against his body. There were a few blond hairs barely
visible. He was mortified as he stepped on the scale.
Nurse Lisa made adjustments and recorded his weight
at 145 pounds.
"A little heavy," said dr. Roberts, " exercise and a
diet are in order. We will give you a diet as you leave
today. Now, Peter, sit on the exam table." With a cold
stethoscope, she listened to his heart and lungs, and
took his blood pressure.
Nurse Lisa began shaking down a thermometer so Peter
opened his mouth as she turned toward him.
" No, Peter, we only take temperatures rectally.
They are more accurate. Lay on your back and slide you
feet back to meet your bottom.'
He could not believe his ears. Only babies had their
temperatures taken this way. Besides he felt even more
exposed this way.
"Now, Peter, life your legs so I can see your
bottom. You may need to use your hands to spread them
apart and keep them that way for 5 minutes.
He did as he was instructed. He felt quite exposed
holding his legs up and apart; the women could se
everything.
"Mrs. Bradford and Mrs. Veckly, could you hold his
bottom apart, " asked the nurse.
He shuddered as he her rubber gloved hand smear
Vaseline in his crack and up into his anus. He started to
get a little hard and it grew as the thermometer was
inserted.
"It's normal for little boys to become stiff when
things are inserted into their bottoms. I know you are a
modest young man so we'll cove you little with this
cloth," said the doctor. A small 3x3 inch piece of pink
satin was placed on his penis and held there by Nurse
Lisa. The pressure of her hand made him harder than
ever. Nurse Lisa touched his erection nonchalantly.
What was even more mortifying for Peter was that his tiny
sac and balls were on view to the 4 women.
Finally the five minutes were up and the thermometer
withdrawn. His temperature was normal. Nurse Lisa
removed her hand and pink satin from his stiff penis. A
drop of precum was oozing from it. Mrs. Branford grabbed
at issue and matter of factly cleaned his penis. He was
then instructed to lower his legs.
As he did so, his penis stood out from his body. It
looked ridiculous, barely sticking up from the rise of
baby fat at his stomach.