A New Peter 6
by Anonymous
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains
explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors.
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On the way home, the ladies talked about how happy
they were that Mrs. Wharton was going to stay and visit
longer. Mrs. Veckly thought having her around to help
train Peter would be a definite asset.
Peter cringed when he heard this, what other
humiliating things could be done to him?
Upon arriving at home, Peter was instructed to
finish his homework. He said he had none and was told
that he could then help prepare supper. The woman had
steak and fried potatoes. Peter got only a salad and a
much smaller piece of meat.
After all 3 had finished the dishes, Mom announced
that the bridge club was meeting at her house the next
night. Two other women would join her and Mrs. Wharton
for cards and the house needed to be spotless. Peter was
expected to help.
"Peter," said Mrs. Wharton, "I don't think it is
necessary for you to wear clothes for the rest of the
evening. We wouldn't want them to get dirty while you
clean. Remove them now, take them to your room, and
return for your instructions."
"But," said Peter.
"Do it now," snapped his Mom. "Since your
protested, you'll be punished after your bath."
Reluctantly, Peter stripped in front of the two
women. Even though he had been naked before them for the
previous weekend, taking off his clothes while they
watched was just as embarrassing.
The women watched intently and talked aloud about
his red-striped bottom as he took his clothes to his
room. He returned and was told to dust all the furniture
and run the vacuum. They gave him lots of instructions on
how to dust and he was constantly made to bend this way
and that giving the two women views of his hanging balls,
penis, and bottom. When he had completed the tasks to
their satisfaction, Peter was sent to the bathroom for a
bath.
The women watched him peepee and poopoo, then
cleaned him as before. Their handling of his genitals
made his penis erect. He wanted to cum, but was afraid
to ask. As usual now, he licked their armpits and sucked
their nipples. This only served to make him even harder.
He was given a pair of women's panties to put on and
sent to bed. Tired from the long day's activities, Peter
fell asleep immediately. In the course of the night, he
woke up with an erection and masturbated. He cleaned up
the panties and sheets as best he could.
Mrs. Wharton woke him up in the morning and pulled
she sheet back from his body. Her eyes widened when she
saw the stains he had missed. "Peter," she screamed, "you
masturbated didn't you." She slapped his faced hard. Put
on those cum stained panties and meet us in the kitchen.
He did as he was told. When he reached the kitchen,
his mom announced, " Because you chose to masturbate
without permission, you will be punished severely tonight
and for the punishment you are owed for yesterday. We'll
pick you up after school."
Peter worried all day at school. What kind of
punishment would he get, but then he remembered the card
party and was sure they would have to again delay his
punishment.
Picking him up after school, the two women said
nothing about his punishment. They only discussed the
party. Peter again was fed a salad and helped clean the
kitchen.
"We'll give you a bath early since our guests are
coming," said his mom.
The bath was the same except Peter was not allowed
to lick or suck the ladies. He was given a bathrobe and
panties and sent to his room for the evening.
The two female guests finally arrived Mrs.
Hackley and Mrs. Day- both neighbors of Mrs. Veckly.
Mrs. Hackley was near 65 with white hair, a very thin,
stern, older lady. Mrs. Day was in her mid-thirties,
with bleached-blond hair, perfectly done and impeccable
makeup. Peter always had sort of a crush on her and had
some times fantasized about her.
The women had tea and played a few hands of bridge
and decided to take a break around 9:00.
Peter was shocked to hear, "Peter, come down and
greet my guests."
He was in a quandary. Should he get dressed or go
in his robe?
"Your robe is fine," said Mrs. Wharton. "This won't
take long."
Peter reluctantly came down the stairs. The women
were in the living room and he shyly entered. Mom and
Mrs. Wharton were sitting in chairs facing the guests who
were sitting on the sofa. As Peter entered the guests
smiled at him.
"Say, good evening, to Mrs. Day and Mrs. Hackley,"
his mom instructed.
"Hello Mrs. Hackley, Hello Mrs. Day."
"Hello Peter," they responded.
"You've grown a bit lately," said Mrs. Hackley.
"How old are you now?"
"13, ma'am," he replied.
"You seem to be a well-mannered boy said Mrs. Day,
not like those other young people who have no manners and
speak disrespectfully to adults."
"Peter is learning to be a good boy," offered his
mom. "He wasn't always so good. However, we are
training him to be obedient."
At the word training, Mrs. Day and Mrs. Hackley's
eyes widened.
"Training sounds like a military school. How are
you doing it?" asked Mrs. Day.
"Our methods may seem a bit unusual to you, but the
results speak for themselves. Peter is learning to do
whatever we tell him," said his mom.
"What are these methods?" inquired Mrs. Hackley.
Mrs. Wharton replied, "Peter is spanked when he
disobeys and we've found that when he wars women's
clothes his is much more docile. All privacy is denied
at all times. He's even on a diet to help lose weight."
"Spanking and wearing women's clothes those are
unusual to say the least. But I don't understand, the
lack of privacy," said Mrs. Day.
"Lack of privacy reinforces our superiority over
Peter. With no privacy he is under our constant watch
and does nothing without our permission, inspection, or
instruction," said mom.
"Everything?" asked Mrs. Hackley incredulously.
"But what about going to the . . .," began Mrs. Day.
"Yes, even going to the bathroom is supervised. He
must ask permission and we usually accompany him to
peepee or poopoo as he must call it. We then inspect him
for cleanliness. We give him his bath as well." said.
Mrs. Wharton.
"Peter was also circumcised last week. He had to
remain naked all weekend so he would heal properly. He
was checked at the doctor's yesterday and is healing
nicely," volunteered his mom.
Peter could not believe his ears. They were telling
these strangers everything.
Wow!" said Mrs. Day. "That is a bit unusual, but
your method seems to work."
"Peter is new at learning his place and sometimes
falls short of our expectations. On those occasions he
is punished for his errors. He is due a punishment
tonight. Would you ladies be interested in helping out
with his punishment?" asked his mom.
"Yes," they both responded in unison.
Peter gasped, not again, the constant humiliation
was beginning to work on him; he felt as if he was worth
nothing.
"Good," said his mom, "I know I Peter wouldn't mind.
Would you Peter?"
"N,n,no, ma'am." Peter said meekly.
"Fine," said his mom. "Move the coffee tale out of
the way and stand in the middle of the four of us."
He did as he was told and stood where the coffee
table had been.
"Now, Peter," said Mrs. Wharton, "take off your
robe, fold it neatly, and set it on the floor."
Peter slowly untied the robe, slipped out of it and
folded it as instructed. He stood in the middle of the
four women, turning red.
"He has on women's panties," exclaimed Mrs. Day.
"Now Peter, remove your little panties and stand
with your pants behind your head," said his mom.
He reluctantly did as he was told, shutting his eyes
to keep from seeing everyone stare at his naked body. He
couldn't bear the thought of the two neighbors seeing him
that way. Even so he could feel his penis beginning to
rise.
"Would you ladies like to see the circumcision
scar?" asked his mom.
They both nodded.
Mom grabbed him by the penis telling him to open his
eyes, and pulled him toward the two women on the sofa.
She took Mrs. Day's hand and placed it on his penis.
His mom pointed out the area where the foreskin had been
removed. She also drew attention to his shaved pubic
areea.
"He's getting hard," said Mrs. Day.
"Yes, I'm sure he's more than a little excited with you
two here. Would you like to see him to Mrs. Hackley?"
A thin arthritic, age-spotted hand took a hold of
his penis and examined it. Mrs. Hackley had a glint in
her eye.
"I've not held a penis in years," she said. " He
looks like a little boy."
"That's what we are teaching him to be," said Mrs.
Wharton.
"Because of his surgery, the doctor suggested we
take his temperature rectally every night. I'm sure
Peter wouldn't mind if you two did it tonight. Would you
Peter?"
He only nodded.
"Fine, lay on your back in front of the sofa. Would
you get the thermometer Edith?"
As he reclined Mrs. Wharton gave the thermometer and
Vaseline to the two ladies.
"I haven't taken a rectal temperature since my girls
were little. This sounds like fun," said Mrs. Day.
"Now Peter," instructed Mrs. Wharton," grab your
legs and pull them up and toward you so your anal and
genital region is exposed for us."
Peter knew better than refuse.
Mrs. Hackley had the Vaseline and at his mom's
instruction smeared a gob up and down his anal cleft and
slipped a finger into his bottom
Mrs. Day lubricated the thermometer and slowly slid
it into his rectum.
"You'll need to hold his balls and sac out of the
way," said Mrs. Wharton.
Mrs. Day quickly grabbed his sac and pulled his
balls up and out of the way, grinning all the time.
"I see you are quite hard, Peter, and some fluid is
dripping from your little penis," said his mom.
She then handed a cloth to Mrs. Hackley and
suggested she wipe his penis. She grabbed his hard penis
and slowly wiped the fluid from his penis. This only
served to make his harder.
Finally, the time was up and Mrs. Day slowly removed
that thermometer and announced it was normal.
"Stay where you are Peter," said Mrs. Wharton.
"Since you are so hard and we don't want you to be
uncomfortable, jerk of into the cloth for us. Lay it on
your stomach and make sure all your cum gets on it."
Peter's face flushed, but he needed to come badly.
He began sliding his hand up and down his penis and
almost immediately erupted into the cloth.
"I've never seen a boy masturbate in my life, "said
Mrs. Hackley.
"Now Peter, it's time for your spanking," said his
mom "put the cum soaked cloth in your mouth. By the end
of your spanking we expect all the cum to be sucked out
of it."
Disgustingly he did as he was told.
"Now stand up spread your legs and bend at the
waist. You'll get 30 swats with a cane," said his mom.
The cane stung like fire and after only 5 strokes
Peter was crying though his sobs were muffled by the
cloth.
Then his mom asked Mrs. Day to take a turn. With an
evil glint in her eye, Mrs. Day brought the cane down on
him 10 times in quick succession. Peter's sobs
increased. Then Mrs. Hackley gave him ten. Though hers
were not as hard, the tip of the cane reached his anus on
several occasions and stung horribly. Mom finished with
5 strokes on the fleshy part of his chubby bottom where
it met his thighs. Finally, it was over.
"Now Peter why don't you get us some tea,' said Mrs.
Wharton.
He went to the kitchen and returned with the teapot;
tears still streaming down his face.
"Stand with your bottom toward us so we can see you
red bottom," said his mom.
He turned and the four women discussed what had just
occurred as well as the training technique they were
using. They acted like Peter was not even there.
The two guest agreed to stop by more often and to
help with Peter's training whenever possible. A new date
for a card party was set at Mrs. Hackley's for next
month.
Peter was feeling more and more humiliated.