A New Peter 4
by Anonymous
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explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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They got their pizza and returned home. Mrs. Veckly
asked Peter about his homework and he said he had none so
he was allowed to watch TV.
Around 9:00 Peter announced that he was tired and
was going to clean up and get to bed. His mother,
however, announced that she would bathe him and change
his bandage for him. Peter was about to say he could do
those things for himself, but thought better about it.
"Go to the bathroom and remove all your clothes,
including your pink panties. I'll be there presently,"
ordered his mother.
After removing his clothes, Peter caught a glimpse
of himself in the bathroom mirror. His tiny penis
wrapped in the big bandage looked ridiculous; he was
terribly embarrassed. His mother entered the bathroom
and Peter noticed she had changed her clothes to a
bathrobe. Peter could see the deep valley between her
breasts and knew she was not wearing a bra. He was
unsure whether or not she wore anything else.
She gave him a sink bath, like a mother would a
baby. She alternately soaped, rinsed, and dried her
little boy. Peter said he had to go to the bathroom.
His mom asked if he had to peepee or poopoo. Peter said
both and he was instructed to leave the door open and
call her when he was finished. When he was finished he
wiped himself. He called his mom and she ordered him to
bend forward on the toilet so she could inspect his
bottom for cleanliness. Evidently he had not done so
well because his mother grabbed some toilet paper and
gingerly wiped his anal cleft again. She then wash
between his cheeks, his tiny ball sac, and dried each
part tenderly. She did not touch his penis.
It was beginning to get warm in the bathroom, so his
mom slipped out of her robe. Her pendulous breasts
sagged into view and Peter noticed she had on a pair of
white panties. Not sexy like the ones Nurse Lisa wore,
but just like his pink ones. Peter had not seen his mom
in any state of nudity for years and he was strangely
excited.
"You enjoyed licking Nurse Lisa's armpits didn't
you," she asked.
"Yes," he said.
"I want you to lick mine now," she ordered.
He was puzzled but did not refuse. His mom raised
her arms and Peter licked one and then the other.
"I nursed you when you were a baby," she said. "Do
you like my breasts?"
"Yes"
"Since you were good during your bath, you may suck
each nipple for a moment," she offered.
He could not believe his ears. Hardly thinking, he
did as he was told. What was going on? His mother had
never acted like this before. Despite his amazement, he
leaned forward and took one nipple and then the other
into his mouth, sucking each for just a second till his
mom pulled away. Despite his surgery, his penis was
starting to respond, but the surgery made this painful
and his penis reverted to its normally small state.
"Okay," said his mom, "go lay on your bed so I can
take your temperature and check your bandage."
He lay on his bed and waited for her. Se had not
bothered to put her robe back on so she was still naked
from the waist up. She gave him his pill and instructed
him to lie on his back and pull his legs up to his bottom
and raise them so she could see his bottom hole. She
opened a jar of Vaseline and stuck a finger in it. With
one hand she held his balls out of the way and with the
other smeared the Vaseline over his ass hole, introducing
a greased finger into him, causing Peter to jump.
"You had better get used to that, Peter, I have to
take your temperature several times, you know," said his
mom.
She lubricated the thermometer and inserted it into
his hole, holding it there with one hand while the other
still cupped his balls. After five minutes she withdrew
the thermometer, read it, and told Peter that he had no
fever. She grabbed some tissues and wiped the Vaseline
from him. It seemed to Peter she took an awful long time
doing so.
"Okay, it's time to change your bandage now," said
his mother.
She grabbed his penis with one hand and gently
unwrapped the bandage with the other. A little blood had
seeped into the bandage and his penis looked raw where
the foreskin had been removed. She put some antibiotic
salve around this raw area and rebandaged his penis.
Peter reached for the pajamas on his nightstand, but his
mother said he didn't need them, covered him, and said
good night.
In the morning his mom came into the room to awaken
Peter.
"Go peepee and I'll check your bandage again," she
instructed him. His mother followed him into the
bathroom and watched him pee. When he was finished, he
was told to follow his mother.
The naked boy followed his mother downstairs to the
kitchen where she said the light was brighter. Great,
Peter thought, even better for her to see me. He was
told to stand facing her and she removed the bandage. No
blood was evident, so she again applied the salve and
replaced the bandage. When she was finished she stood up
and reached underneath her robe, slipped her panties
down, and told Peter to put them on. He would be wearing
her panties to school today.
Peter was mortified, but did as he was told. Her
panties were warm though and he thought he detected a bit
of wetness on the crotch, but said nothing.
"Eat your breakfast and then get dressed, son, and
I'll drop you off at school. Don't forget the nurse will
tend to you twice today, I'll leave the note from the
doctor at the school's office.'
Great, thought Peter, but at least today was Friday
and he would have the weekend away from school. School
was routine, but around 10:00 he was given a note to
report to the nurse's office.
Mrs. Scott the school nurse was an attractive black
woman in her middle forties. Peter was not at all
looking forward to facing her.
As he entered her office, he found Mrs. Scott on the
phone so he had to stand and wait for a few minutes. She
finally completed her call and Peter told her he had
received a note to come and see her.
"Yes," she replied, " Dr. Roberts has talked to me
and instructed me what she wants done to you. Let's go
into the exam room."
He entered and she closed and locked the door behind
them
"Since your surgery is in such a delicate place, I
locked the door. I'm sure you wouldn't want someone
barging in on us. Just remove your pants and underwear
and I can get started," she said.
With tears in his eyes his started to remove his
jeans. Then Peter removed his mom's panties.
"Now Peter, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I've
seen lots of naked boys. After all I'm a nurse and nudity
is quite natural to me."
As his jeans came down, Mrs. Scott saw that he was
wearing women's panties. She smiled to herself thinking
what a great idea his mom had.
"Leave those on for a minute, Peter. Just get up and
lie on the examining table."
He did as he was told. Mrs. Scott walked to the
exam table and grabbed a side of his panties with each
hand and slowly began to pull them down.
"Lift your hips for me. These need to come off and
we wouldn't want anything to happen to them."
Tears were forming in Peter's eyes and Mrs. Scott
reassured him, " Now, Peter, I've seen naked boys before,
there is nothing to cry about. I'm a nurse and nudity is
quite normal to me"
Her dark hand grazed his penis and the contrast in
color was startling. She then took a hold of his penis
with one hand and removed the bandage with the other.
"Well let's see," she said looking intensely at his
penis, "it does look red. Is it sore if I touch it?" she
asked as she gently touched the red slightly swollen
area.
"A little," responded Peter.
She ran her hand up and down his naked thigh. "You
feel a little warm, let's take your temperature and make
sure you don't have a fever."
Peter was sure it was going to be oral as that was
what she usually did. When she told him to roll onto his
left side he knew things were going to be different.
"Since you are naked, we'll take your temperature
rectally," said Mrs. Scott. She held his bottom open with
one hand and smeared Vaseline on his anus and slowly
inserted the thermometer. She held it in with her hand
and spoke gently to him during the entire five minutes,
which felt much longer to Peter. She swiftly pulled it
out and announced that he had no fever. After wiping the
Vaseline from his bottom like a baby's, she told him to
roll onto his back.
As he lay exposed on the table, she made some notes
on his record. Finally she medicated and rebandaged his
penis. She watched while he dressed and gave him a pass
to get back to class.
At 2:00 the same procedure was repeated, temperature
and all to Peter's chagrin.
His mom picked him up after school. When they got
home she told him it was time to check him. Peter was
told to take off all of his clothes and wait for her in
her bedroom. She entered a few minutes later and smiled
wickedly at the naked boy.
"Dr. Roberts said that if your penis looks better
today we should not bandage it anymore. So let's take a
look."
She gently removed the bandage and said, "It looks
better to me. I don't think I will have to bandage it
anymore. The air will help dry and heal it. You'll have
to be naked for the rest of the weekend."
Peter could not believe his ears, "What if someone
comes over?"
"Nonsense, Peter, it's only us and an old school
friend of mine, Edith Wharton. She is going to visit me
for the weekend. She should arrive at the house tonight.
Don't worry she's seen naked little boys before. It won't
bother her in the least."
That wasn't what Peter was worried about. What about
how he felt, he would sure be bothered.
"Oh," continued his mom, "the doctor was concerned
you might get a fever so we'll take your temperature
several times over the course of the weekend. I'm sure
Edith will help."
Peter asked if he could go to his room to study, but
in actuality he cried just like a baby. This was getting
to be just too much.
A little later she called Peter down to dinner. The
naked boy slowly made his way down stairs and sat on the
cold plastic kitchen chair, making him more conscious of
his nudity than ever. He ate a salad, a small portion of
meat, and one serving of vegetables. Definitely a diet
meal for Peter. During dinner his mom chattered on about
how close she and Edith had been in school and acted like
eating dinner with a naked 12-year-old boy was no big
deal. Even Peter was beginning to forget it. Peter was
told to help with the dishes and then he and his mom sat
down to watch some television. Peter had forgotten about
Mrs. Wharton and then the doorbell rang.
"That must be Edith, why don't you go to your room,
Peter. I'll explain the situation to her and then I'm
sure she'll want to meet you."
Thankfully, Peter left for his room.
Edith Wharton was an average looking lady with
dishwater blond hair and a little on the plump side. She
was dressed in a matching sweatshirt and pants jogging
type outfit. It was obvious she didn't use the outfit
for exercise. Edith had never married, putting work first
in her life. She and Mrs. Veckly had obviously been
close for years as there was an easygoing relationship
even though they had not seen each other in a while.
Finally she asked Mrs. Veckly about her son.
"He's 12 now," she responded. "He's in his room, he
had some surgery this week."
"Oh," replied Mrs. Wharton.
Ms. Veckly went on to explain his bad behavior and
the new training she was trying. She also told Edith
that part of the training was to remind him he was just a
little boy and that he must do exactly what the women in
his life told him to do. She told her about his
circumcision, that he was to be checked several times a
day, have his temperature taken rectally, no privacy in
the bathroom, and that he couldn't even bathe himself.
"He must remain naked until school on Monday, that
way he could heal better," she said with a sly wink.
"Will his nudity bother you?"
"Not at all, said Mrs. Wharton." I'm quite
interested in your plan, I'd love to help put him in his
place as a way of getting back at all the men who've
lorded it over me in my life."
"Great!' thought Mrs. Veckly.
They went upstairs to his room. Peter was sitting
at his desk reading. From where they entered it looked
like he was only shirtless.
"Peter, this is Mrs. Wharton."
"Hello," he responded timidly.
"Why, Peter, I'm surprised, you should stand when
you are introduced to a lady," reprimanded his mother.
"But I don't. . ."
"Oh don't worry about being naked, I've explained
everything to Edith about your surgery. She's going to
help care for you this weekend. Now shouldn't you greet
her properly?"
Very reluctantly Peter stood up from his desk. He
did look rather funny, totally naked with his large tummy
and his tiny red penis, small testicles, and hairless
pubic region on display. His knew he was blushing
terribly.
"Hello, Peter," said Mrs. Wharton," You look like a
well-behaved little boy. I'm looking forward to taking
care of you with your Mom this weekend. Don't be
embarrassed, I've seen naked boys before. Your little
penis is quite cute."
That was the last thing Peter wanted to hear. He
reluctantly said, "Thank you."
"You can study or read for a while, we'll let you
know when it's time for your bath," his mom told him.
The two women left and Peter could here them
laughing and talking down the stairs. He couldn't make
out what they were saying, however. His mid was racing
about what might happen to him this weekend, but he
really had no clue. He was in for many surprises.