A New Peter 2
  by Anonymous
  
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  This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains
  explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors.
  If you are not of  a legal age in your locality to view
  such material or if such  material does not appeal to
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  While on his back, Dr. Roberts checked Peter's
  breasts for lumps, his nipples erected during the
  procedure. The doctor moved her hands down to his
  stomach, his kidney, and bowels.  All this only served to
  further arouse him and make his erection even harder.
  The doctor then announced that it was time to check
  for a hernia.  Peter had no idea what that meant.
  "Stand on the stool now, Peter," instructed Nurse
  Lisa.  "Spread your feet to the edges."
  All four women stared at his naked genital area.
  "For this test," began the doctor, " I'll hold each
  testicle between my fingers and ask you to cough."
  Her cold fingers squeezed the right testicle and
  Peter managed to cough.  She squeezed the left one and
  the procedure was repeated.  
  "No hernia," aid the doctor.  "Sometimes young men
  contract cancer of the testicles.  So I will now feel you
  testes and perineum more thoroughly."
  She felt all around his scrotum, making sure no
  lumps were present, even feeling the area between his
  small sac and anus.
  "I feel no lumps, Peter, but the exam should be
  repeated every month. Your mother will check you now so
  that she knows what to look for.  In addition, this gives
  her an opportunity to keep tabs on your genital
  development," announced the doctor.
  Having Dr. Roberts feel him was one thing, but
  having his mother do it was totally humiliating/ Peter
  couldn't believe that she was supposed to check his
  sexual develop as well.
  He breathed in short gasps as his mother felt his
  bag.  Surprisingly his erection did not diminish.  He
  didn't notice Nurse Lisa hand a tape measure to Mrs.
  Bradford.
  Dr. Roberts said, "Your genitals should be measure
  monthly as well.  Normally you mother will check and
  record these.  Today, though, Mrs. Bradford will do it."
  Before he could protest, her hand had pulled his
  swollen penis straight out from his body causing him some
  discomfort.  It measures 3 « inches," announced Mrs.
  Bradford slightly sneering. She then continued to measure
  the length and diameter of each testicle, as best she
  could.
  "Because you are not circumcised yet, Peter, we must
  check beneath your foreskin for cleanliness.  As your
  foreskin is rather tight there may be some slight pain.
  Climb back up onto the table on your back."
  He did as directed.  The four women surrounded the
  table, two on each side.  Nurse Lisa firmly grasped his
  penis between her thumb and forefinger.  Suddenly, Dr.
  Roberts retracted this foreskin all the way back.  A stab
  of pain shot through Peter.
  Paying no attention to this pain, the doctor
  inspected this, heretofore, unseen part of his penis.
  "Just as I suspected.  You don't clean yourself very
  well." The doctor then grabbed a cotton swab, dipped it
  in alcohol and cleaned all around the unclean area.  Some
  alcohol dripped into the tiny tears where the foreskin
  was forcibly retracted and Peter yelled.  
  "Your foreskin is tighter than I anticipated.  I
  think a circumcision would be in order, especially since
  you don't keep yourself so clean.  Don't you agree, Mrs.
  Veckly?" asked the doctor.
  "Whatever you think. When can you do it?" asked Mrs.
  Veckly, secretly thrilled at the prospect.  She'd always
  thought uncut penises were ugly, but her ex-husband
  refused to let Peter be circumcised.  Besides, she
  thought, this might help keep Peter in his place as well.
  "I can do it at the end of the exam today," replied
  the doctor.  
  "Fine," said Mrs. Veckly.
  "No, it will kill me," protested Peter.
  "Nonsense," said the doctor, a little local
  anesthetic injected into your penis and you won't feel a
  thing.  It will be healed in a few days."
  "But I don't want her to . . .", protest Peter.
  "Really now, Peter, you have no say in any of this. 
  Because you are so disobedient, I'm afraid you leave us
  no choice but to punish you severely," said Mrs.
  Bradford.
  Mrs. Veckly was more pleased by the minute.  Peter
  was clearly learning who was the boss.
  "I can't give a local anesthetic to an erect penis,
  so it will have to go down.  Do you masturbate, Peter?"
  asked the doctor.
  His face fell, "A, a, couple of times," he answered.
  "Do you have wet dreams?"
  "He does," said his mother, "I've seen the stains on
  his sheets."
  Peter was terribly ashamed. There were more personal
  questions and Peter reluctantly answered them, feeling
  more humiliated by the moment.
  "Well, I guess he'll have to masturbate for us here,
  don't you think, Mom?" asked Mrs. Bradford.  "Then his
  penis will go down."
  "Good idea, " said Mrs. Veckly.
  "But, I don't. . .".  Peter's cry was cut short by a
  stinging slap to his fat stomach by Mrs. Bradford.
  "There is only one way to show you not to talk back
  to us, now do as you are told.  Get up on you elbows and
  knees, keep your elbows on the table, spread your knees
  to the edge of the table and make sure your fat butt
  stays in the air.  I think 20 swats with this paddle will
  be enough for a start.  While Mrs. Bradford does your
  spanking, I will be preparing the necessary instruments
  for your circumcision, your Mom and Nurse Lisa will make
  sure that tiny erection goes down," said the doctor.
  Peter was terribly afraid, he felt very humiliated
  with his bottom in the air and all exposed.
  "Since the I need a sperm sample, we'll get that
  during the spanking. All little boys get aroused during a
  spanking and I'm sure you are no exception.  To make sure
  we get a good specimen from you, Peter, your Mom and
  Nurse Lisa will help.  As he is spanked, Mom, jerk him
  off and catch his sperm in this dish.  Nurse Lisa to help
  him out, why don't you take off you uniform so he can
  look at you during the spanking.  Mom will play with his
  penis and testicle," said Dr. Roberts.
  "Of course, Doctor," replied Nurse Lisa.  She shed
  her uniform immediately.  She was clad in a sexy, white,
  push up bra.  Her panties were see-through.  Her blond
  pubic hair shown through her panties and she knew Peter
  could see a few hairs peeking out on either side. 
  Completing her ensemble was a pair of white lace garters,
  attached to her white hose.  Peter had never seen anyone
  so beautiful before.  His penis was harder than ever.
  "Peter, do not move your eyes from Nurse Lisa.  The
  spanking will hurt terrible, but I'm sure you'll enjoy
  watching Nurse Lisa while your Mommy plays with your
  little penis and balls," said Mrs. Bradford.
  Suddenly she popped him hard with the paddle.  He
  yelled and a bright red splotch appeared on his ample
  rear end.  To muffle his cries, the pink cloth that had
  covered his penis during the temperature was stuffed into
  is mouth.  Then his mother began squeezing his testicles
  and moving her other hand back and forth, up and down his
  penis. His muffled cries were barely audible through the
  cloth, but he never took his eyes off Nurse Lisa.  She
  sat in a chair facing him and leaned over so he had a
  better view of her breasts and seductively spread her
  legs a little wider.  Peter could not believe what was
  going on. The combination of pain, pleasure, and Nurse
  Lisa was sending conflicting signals to this brain.  He
  was unsure what was pain and what was pleasure.
  Nurse Lisa removed the wad of cloth from his mouth
  and ordered him to stick out his tongue.  As he did, she
  raised her arms above her head and ordered him to lick
  her armpits.  He gingerly licked one side and then the
  other.  He had just touched the second armpit with his
  tongue, when his body went rigid and semen began to shoot
  in the dish.  His mother kept stoking till his penis went
  limp and the pain of over-stimulation began and mingled
  with the burning of his behind.  Finally, Mrs. Bradford
  gave him the hardest shot of all, the edge of the paddle
  catching his scrotum.  Peter screamed.
  "Quite a lot of sperm for such a little boy," smiled
  Dr. Roberts. "Sit up now.  I see your penis is no longer
  hard   good."
  Peter was instructed to sit quietly, while the women
  went to the doctor's office.
  In the office, Dr. Roberts turned to Mrs. Bradford
  and said, "Taking control of all aspects of your son's
  life is the appropriate responsibility of a mother.  Your
  masturbating him showed him you have total control over
  him, especially in that most important area of sex.  The
  mixture of pain, pleasure, and humiliation will go a long
  way to making him submissive.  That is what you want,
  isn't it."
  Mrs. Veckly thought a moment and said, "Yes. I don't
  want a disobedient boy.  I want a boy I can control and
  does whatever I say."
  "Good. You have a golden opportunity with Peter.  He
  is still a boy, but changing into a man.  You can do more
  controlling now than if he was older.  Giving him no
  privacy, feminizing him, demeaning his sexuality and his
  sex organs for your own pleasure and those of your
  friends is a marvelous way for you to keep him under your
  control.  But there is a premise involved.  You'll have
  to combine pain with pleasure, strict discipline
  intermingled with caring and affection," said the doctor.
  "I understand," said his mother.  " I want the power
  more than anything.  I want him to know I am the boss."
  All four women reentered the exam room.  Nurse Lisa
  still had not replaced her uniform.  Peter had not moved.
  "We'll continue with the exam now, Peter," said Dr.
  Roberts.
  
  
  


  
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