A New Peter 3
by Anonymous
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explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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Peter wondered what else could they possibly do to
him?
"Your rectum will need to be checked now. But you
need an enema first. Nurse Lisa and Mrs. Bradford will
give that to you," said Dr. Roberts.
No, thought Peter, this is just too much. But the
thought of another spanking was more than he could bear
so he said nothing.
"Lie back on the table, Peter. Put your calves in
the metal stirrups so your entire bottom is exposed,"
said the nearly nude Nurse Lisa. Peter did as
instructed.
A bright light was aimed at his bottom and Nurse
Lisa said, "First, I'll hold up your little bag and apply
some lubricant."
Peter felt Nurse Lisa's gloved hand lift his balls
and with the other begin to apply the Vaseline. She
smeared it all around his anus and inserted her
forefinger into him as deeply as possible. He cried out,
but surprisingly his penis was beginning to grow again.
"Peter, if you get hard, I'll have to put my dress
on again. You do like me better this way don't you?"
asked Lisa.
"Yes," he said.
"Yes what?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good, then keep your penis soft," demanded Nurse
Lisa accompanying her words with a flick of her middle
finger to his penis. Peter cried out but his penis
quickly began to get smaller.
Mrs. Bradford then took her position. Peter felt
her roughly grab his scrotum and push his balls into his
body until he thought he would gag. The she slowly
inserted a long nozzle into his anus. Nurse Lisa moved
to massage his lower stomach as it swelled from the
introduction of the water. The enema seemed to go on
forever, and Peter was becoming more and more
uncomfortable. He began to squirm, but got a stern
warning from the doctor and his mother moved to hold him
still. Nurse Lisa continued to massage his stomach.
Finally Mrs. Bradford announced, " Enema's over,
Peter. I'm going to plug your bottom so you can hold it
until you get to the bathroom."
He felt an object, big enough to be a fist enter his
anus, but he said nothing. The women slowly helped him
to his feet.
It was awkward and embarrassing walking to the
bathroom. The plug hurt, and, coupled with the pressure
of the water, Peter had to walk duck-like to the bathroom
At last he reached the toilet of Dr. Roberts'
office. He was instructed to sit, pull out the plug, and
make poo poo. He couldn't believe all four women were
going to watch him go to the bathroom. His already red
face turned even redder when Nurse Lisa sprayed a
deodorizer to cover the stench. Finally he was finished
and told to clean himself up and tell them when he was
finished.
"I'm done," he said.
"Good," said Mrs. Bradford. "Let me check to make
sure you cleaned your bottom." She walked to where Peter
was sitting on the toilet, instructed him to bend over,
and checked him as if he were just being potty trained.
"You need to wipe again," she scolded Peter and gave
him a sharp slap on on his still red bottom. Tears came
to his eyes, but he did as he was told. She checked him
again and told to lie on the table for his rectal exam.
"Up on your knees, Peter. Push your bottom up and
spread your cheeks apart for us," ordered the doctor.
Robotlike, Peter obeyed. While the other women
watched, Doctor Roberts lubricated and inserted a long
black tube into his anus. It wasn't too uncomfortable
and Peter began to feel his penis harden. The doctor
moved the tube around inside his colon and Peter became
even more excited.
"All done, Peter. Lay on your back now."
Mortified, peter turned over and displayed his tiny
erect penis to the women.
"Hard again," remarked Nurse Lisa, "and it's time
for your circumcision."
Mrs. Veckly broke in, "Peter as the doctor said, she
can't operate on an erect penis. To make it go down, I
order you to masturbate for us. Nurse Lisa will allow
you to lick her armpits again. You'd like that wouldn't
you?"
Shame crept over Peter's face. He didn't want to
masturbate in front of the women; it seemed so
humiliating. But Peter did like Nurse Lisa and the tangy
sweat of her armpits did excite him. He really had no
choice.
"Yes, Mom, " he said.
"Good, stand up on the side of the table and catch
your sperm in this dish."
The women stared as his chubby little fingers moved
along his hard penis shaft. As Nurse Lisa presented her
armpits to him, he licked and sucked greedily.
Finally he groaned, "I'm coming." Two shots of sperm
hit the dish and a few drops oozed out.
"Since we have no need for the specimen, Peter,"
said Mrs. Bradford," lick the dish clean.'
Peter thought he was going to gag and he hesitated.
He tentativeness earned him a slap across his face from
Mrs. Bradford. He then gingerly licked the specimen dish
clean.
"Good boy," said his mom. "Now you can be
circumcised."
He was quickly placed flat on the table with a large
pillow underneath his genital area, raising them higher
than his head. He felt his penis being handled and
swabbed with some red solution. Fear now kept him from
getting hard. His eyes widened as he saw the doctor pick
up a syringe.
"You'll feel a couple of little pricks, but then
your penis will be anesthetized, just like a dentist
would do with a tooth," teased Dr. Roberts.
He felt a sharp pinch and a burning sensation in his
penis and then a second one.
"While we wait for the anesthetic to work, Peter,"
said Nurse Lisa, " I'll shave the hair from you penis and
balls. It will help insure you won't get an infection."
Mom helped lather him up, Nurse Lisa expertly shaved
him, and his mom cleaned off the remaining soap.
"You look just like a little baby," said his mom.
The doctor grabbed a scalpel and made a quick
incision in the foreskin. Peter was told not to move and
the doctor made a few quick motions and his foreskin was
removed and placed in a dish.
"We'll save that for you mom. Lisa please place his
foreskin in a bottle of preserving solution and give it
to Mrs. Veckly," instructed Dr. Roberts.
A large white gauze bandage was placed around his
penis.
"You'll be sore for a couple of days, so I'm going
to give your mother some medicine to help you with pain
and to keep you from getting hard. You'll return on
Monday for us to check you," the doctor said to Peter.
To his mom she said, " You'll need to check him
several times a day to make sure he's healing correctly.
Any redness or swelling should be brought to my
attention. Make sure you take his temperature as well.
At school on Monday the school nurse should check him as
well. I'll send her a note. He should not wear tight
underwear as that could cause irritation. We'll give you
something for him to wear home."
"Peter," said Dr. Roberts, " you have been a good
little boy today. I'll see you on Monday, then in two
weeks, and then once a month to make sure you are
maturing normally. I've given your mother a diet.
Because you need to lose some weight. Just lay on the
table a few more minutes and rest. There is no need for
you to get dressed yet. Ladies come with me."
The women followed Dr. Roberts and Peter was left
alone. How often would he have to show himself to his
mom, he wondered? And what about the school nurse, she
was an attractive black woman. He'd be totally
embarrassed.
The doctor and Nurse Lisa reentered the exam room,
the doctor said, "The best panties for you to wear are
soft women's panties. They won't irritate you. Nurse
Lisa has a pair of pink ones for you. You'll wear them
until you get home and as often as your mother wants."
Panties he thought, what about PE at school. As if
reading his mind, Nurse Lisa said, "No PE at school till
you are healed. I'll send a note with you to give to the
school. Throw your old underwear away."
Peter felt ridiculous as he put the panties on, but
knew he had no choice. He was then led to the doctor's
office.
The women were laughing and talking as Peter entered
the room. He couldn't make out what they were saying,
though.
As Mrs. Bradford watched him enter the room, she
said, "You've been a good little boy for the most part,
Peter, and we expect your behavior will continue to
improve. You will find your life has changed and you
will be better for it."
"Thank you, ma'am," he said.
He was then allowed to put his clothes on over his
pink panties. Peter and his mom then left the office and
went to the car. Mrs. Veckly gave him a hug and
congratulated him for being such a good little boy and,
because he so good, they could have pizza for supper.
Peter had little idea what this new life would mean,
but over the weekend things would continue to change.