Timothy

6

Moments later, Timothy was being led through the corridors of the grand house. Gail was leading him by the arm as Susan followed behind. Timothy was trembling with embarrassment feeling utterly gauche and awkward as he was herded through the opulence of the ornately panelled corridors. His face was still suffused in a blush of bright red. His skin felt goose-pimpled at the embarrassment and indignity of his humiliating examination by Susan's mother. He could still feel the effect of her cool hands as she had handled his genitals in such an intimate manner. Had he known of the preparations the girls had made for his day at Gail's house, he might have fled there and then.

Both Gail and Susan had taken great care with their preparation for the day ahead. They had dressed carefully, knowing full well the effect that their good-looks had on Timothy. They both chose summer dresses from Gail's wardrobe. The quality and French cut of the dresses had impressed Susan so much that Gail had to laugh.

"I can't help it if mummy always insists on buying me the best… just learn to enjoy the luxury." They had decided that both of their dresses looked far sexier without a bra. Susan had bent low over the dressing table as Gail was carefully applying her makeup. The glimpse of bare breast through the vee of her neckline made Gail laugh out loud.

"My god, the boy won't know where to look if you bend over him like that." They both giggled as Gail opened one of the drawers of her dressing table and handed a pair of sheer French panties to Susan. "Put these on, they are so wonderful, it is like wearing nothing at all." Gail could not help admiring the perfect form of her friend as she lowered the small white cotton panties she was wearing. Lazily she stroked her hand over Susan's shaven pubis as the girl daintily stepped out of her own panties and put on the pair Gail had given her. Susan held her dress above her waist as she admired the tiny triangle of lacy material. "God, if you don't look sexy Susan." Gail rolled her eyes as Susan twirled in front of the mirror, her buttocks were completely bared, the wisp of material at the rear was completely hidden between the cheeks of her bottom.

Later, impeccably dressed in their summer dresses, they had paraded themselves in front of Gail's mother. They both wore freshly applied makeup and their hair was brushed to a shine as they twirled around.

"I must say that you both look absolutely stunning. I hope that he doesn't faint at the sight of two such beautiful girls. That dress looks so good on you Susan, that I am sure Gail will agree with me that you should keep it." Gail nodded enthusiastically before Susan had chance to protest at their generosity. "Don't say a word… the dress is yours… now I think we just have time to add a little perfume… remember you might want to arouse all of his senses." They all laughed, the girls knowing full well that perfume would indeed assail the boys senses even further.

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Timothy hardly had time to appreciate the luxury of the furnishing and tapestries that adorned the wide corridors as he was led through the large house. Gail held his arm in a firm grip as she led him like a small child. They turned right and left several times until they reached the large sitting room.

Constance was seated, her beautiful figure poised gracefully with her arms resting on each arm of her chair. Behind Constance, stood Pat and Geraldine, her two secretaries and to the side of the room stood the two maids. Both Ami and Jessica were dressed in short black silk skirts that showed off much of their shapely thighs. They stood primly with their hands clasped in front of them as if waiting to be of service.

To Timothy, Constance Goodman appeared regal and serene as she sat in the large ornate chair. He felt awkward and ill at ease as Gail led him to the centre of the large room. He blushed to a bright red as she made him stand in the centre of lavishly patterned carpet. Her deliberate positioning of him enabled everyone to have a perfect and unobstructed view of his trembling form and at the same time instilled in Timothy a feeling of humiliation. It was a perfect example of a young boy being 'on the carpet', an expression well known to many an English schoolboy who has fallen foul of the school rules.

Constance was dressed impeccably in a navy blue suit. Her face was beautifully made up; her hair beautifully styled and brushed away from her face accenting the exquisite bone structure of her face and the firm line of her jaw. Timothy looked down at his own clothes, feeling utterly inadequate in his loose shirt and gym shorts. He shivered as Constance spoke to him, her voice sounding so well modulated and cultured that it further added to his feeling of inadequacy.

"So you must be Timothy. Welcome to my house young man. My daughter tells me that you are a very nice little boy, so I hope you are going to enjoy your day with us." Timothy could only blush as Constance spoke to him. Her referral to him as a nice little boy made him feel even smaller and more humiliated than he could have ever imagined.

It was no accident that Constance had chosen to address him as a little boy, or that she had earlier suggested that Gail should place him in the centre of the room. She could see by his blushing cheeks that this combination was having her desired effect upon the young boy.

She was able to examine him at her leisure as he stood before her with his head bent looking down at the floor. She could immediately see that his face and physique were perfect in every detail. He was she thought, the most delightful looking young boy that she had ever seen. She remembered the fragile and delicate beauty of his mother and understood where much of his good looks and rare physical form had come from.

His shirt was tucked into his shorts, accenting his slim waist. The shorts themselves displayed much of his legs and Constance delighted in the fact that very soon she would be able to examine his body without the hindrance of clothes.

Gail and Susan were standing to the side of the room and Constance looked at their young faces as they in turn watched Timothy. It was difficult for Constance not to smile as she glanced around the room. The two maids were watching the boy in an almost predatory fashion. She looked up over her shoulder, noting that there seemed to be similar interest in the boy by her two young secretaries. In fact, Constance thought that the atmosphere in the room seemed expectant and poised.

She looked across at Ami as the delicate and tuneful sound of the door chimes echoed within the room. She had no need to speak as Ami was already walking towards the double doors that led to the main corridor.

"Tell me Timothy," she continued, "would you like a drink of something? I have some fizzy drinks, or perhaps a glass of milk. I know little boys need their milk if they are to grow up to be strong and healthy." Constance watched his cheeks blush with redness as he raised his head. Rather than wait for his reply she looked across at Jessica and spoke softly to her. "Would you be so kind as to fetch our young guest a glass of milk dear?"

Timothy blushed again, this time his cheeks deepening in colour to an almost purple hue. He felt utterly embarrassed and humiliated. Not merely at the belittling and humbling experience of being addressed as a young child, but also of being the centre of interest of so many beautiful young women. Each time he looked up at Constance Goodman he was aware of the interest of her two young secretaries. He looked down at the floor again, acutely aware that his stature in the eyes of Susan and Gail would be further diminished by the condescending words of Gail's mother.

It was in a haze of humiliation and trepidation that he heard Ami return to the room and announce, "Nurse Bishop has arrived Madam. I have taken her through to the main bathroom and left her to make her preparations as she requested. I will go and give her a hand and then bring her through to introduce her to you."

Constance looked up as her maid spoke and then smiled at her benevolently. "Thank you Ami, yes do bring her through as soon as she has finished, I would like to talk to her."

Timothy could not help himself looking across towards the young maid. Her expression told him instantly that she already knew why the nurse was here. He felt his cheeks burning with utter embarrassment as she looked him up and down, her eyes openly lingering on the area below his waist. He shivered involuntarily as he saw the glint of amusement in her eyes and the sardonic look upon her face. He watched her as she turned to leave, her short skirt swaying with the movement of her hips, a movement which deliberately attracted his attention to the beauty of her long legs.

Constance watched the young boy's display of utter embarrassment. She was delighted that the nurse had arrived early. What could be better than his present position as she asked the nurse about his treatment. She looked to her right as Jessica entered the room carrying a silver tray upon which was placed a tall glass of milk. Constance smiled to herself as she saw that the glass held a brightly coloured plastic straw. She watched as Jessica approached the young boy, enjoying his further embarrassment as Jessica stood next to him and gently stroked his cheek as if he were a small child. Jessica bent her head so that her face was close to his and spoke softly to him." Here you are Master Timothy, I've brought you a straw so you don't spill it"

Constance could see his indignation and embarrassment as Jessica took hold of his hand and raised his arm to take the glass from the tray. "There you are sweetie; take the glass in both hands now like a good boy and hold on tight so that it doesn't slip... there, that's the way." Jessica put the tray down on one of small coffee tables and watched the boy take the glass.

Constance Goodman was delighted with the performance of her maids. It was a masterly stroke for Jessica to bring him a straw and make him hold the glass with both hands. The boy's abject humiliation was manifested in the trembling of his hands as he put the straw to his lips and sucked. She could see that he was so embarrassed that he did not know what else to do. His blushing cheeks and trembling lips were a delight to behold as she leaned back in her chair and watched him in his discomfort. He shivered visibly as Jessica causally placed her hand on the nape of his neck and ran her fingers upwards through his hair, tousling it as one would to a very small child. Constance thrilled as the boy blushed again, his face colouring quickly with an abrupt flush of shame.

To her delight Jessica stood over him and watched him drink through the straw, her delicate fingers caressed his neck as he half emptied the milk. He lowered the glass and looked at the pretty young maid. His bottom lip was trembling as he proffered the glass to her. She spoke gently but firmly, her eyes looking into his as he stood holding the glass towards her.

"Now, be a good boy and drink it all up. You want to grow up to be a big strong boy don't you?" Before he could answer she took the glass from him and stepping behind him and brought her arms around either side of his body, holding the glass next to his face.

Timothy's arms were effectively pinioned to his sides as she teased his lips with the tip of the straw. She pressed her cheek next to his as she whispered softly to him, her perfume assailing his senses with a delicate aroma as she spoke.

"Now sweetie, drink your milk like a good little boy. There you see I am holding it for you so you need not worry about spilling it." She brushed her lips against his cheek as she pressed her body closer to his and teased the straw into his mouth.

Timothy was in turmoil as he involuntarily drank from the glass until it was empty. His body trembled and shivered as Jessica deliberately held him close.

"There you are sweetie, you drank it all up like a good boy." She brushed her face against his cheek before taking the glass away and stepping backwards. She smiled as she observed the fresh flush of red which suffused his cheeks and the tremor which ran through his body.

Constance disguised her delight at the maid's management of her young guest. Instead she looked into his blushing face, ignoring his shame and embarrassment.

"Well Timothy, what would you like to do today? It is already quite warm outside, so perhaps you would like to play in the pool. It is quite shallow near the steps. I know that little boys enjoy splashing about in water." She did not wait for a reply but instead raised her arm and indicated Pat and Geraldine. "I haven't introduced you to my secretaries. This is Miss Patricia Foster and this is Miss Geraldine Drew. They are both excellent swimmers so they will be able to keep an eye on you when you are in the water. You can simply address them as 'Miss' if you are unable to remember their names.

Timothy was blushing with shame and quite ready to protest his maturity when he was interrupted by the return of the Ami who ushered the nurse through into the room. "Nurse Bishop Ma'am." She announced as Penny walked towards Constance Goodman and held up her hand in greeting.

"Please call me Penny Ma'am." Penny was dressed in a white tunic which finished just above her dainty knees. The thin fine-cotton tunic had buttons at the front which covered the entire length of the garment. Constance noted that several of the buttons were undone at the hem, revealing much of the girl's thighs as she moved and also that the buttons at her cleavage were also undone.

Penny moved forward and stood by Timothy's side. "Thank you for the facilities Ma'am. I will be able to manage quite well. I will just need some help as we don't have stirrups for his legs."

Timothy blushed profusely as Penny casually mentioned his impending treatment. He shivered as Penny continued. "If it is alright with you, I will take him and give him his enema… er and I think he will need shaving again."

All eyes seemed to descend on Timothy's shorts as Penny casually announced that he was to be shaved again." He started to tremble visibly as Constance spoke.

I was hoping er… Penny, that you might explain his treatment to me. What exactly is the matter with Timothy?"

Penny smiled, knowing full well how shameful it would be for Timothy to listen to a detailed explanation of his treatment. "Well ma'am… he has been producing semen at quite a high rate, He has never ejaculated until the other day and his testicles were so full that his scrotum was stretched to the point were it had become painful. Doctor Ashcroft has decided that until he can be further examined that he should be drained at regular intervals and observed to see if he gets down to a normal level of production."

"I see, so is his scrotum still swollen and painful?" Constance looked at Timothy as she spoke, watching him quickly drop his eyes and look down at his feet.

Penny smiled at the question, noting that Constance showed no embarrassment. "No ma'am. He is very much better and the amount of semen I have extracted already shows signs of decreasing in volume. Would you like me to show you, it will be easier and more precise that my just telling you." She moved the boy forward by his arm until he was standing in front of Mrs Goodman.

Timothy began to shiver as the nurse moved in front of him and dropped down on to one knee. She reached for the shoelaces of his white Gym shoes and began to undo them. To Timothy's utter dismay she held his ankle and made him lift his foot, quickly divesting him of both his shoe and sock.

"er plea..se NO Miss."

Timothy tried to protest as Penny quickly removed the shoe and sock from his other foot and tucked both his socks into his shoes and placed them to the side. She stood up so that her face was only inches from his and spoke firmly.

"Now Timothy, be a good little boy and let us have no nonsense." He blushed immediately. His bottom lip trembled and a tears appeared in his eyes as he realised that his body was to be bared in front of everyone..

He was about to plead again when he heard Gail's voice. "Now Timothy, don't be awkward. You know jolly well that Hazel has instructed both Susan and I to punish if you are a naughty little boy. Now you wouldn't want everyone to watch you while I took you over my knee and smacked your bare bottom would you?"

Timothy blushed mightily. His face turning a deep purple as the shaming words were spoken. He watched as Susan and Gail moved to stand next to the Gail's mother. He shivered as they watched him, their faces showing no signs of sympathy for his embarrassing predicament.

Tears welled up in his eyes as Penny took his arms and lifted them above his head. He trembled as she pulled his shirt up out of the waistband of his shorts and deliberately slipped the palms of her hands under the material, sliding the garment upwards. All eyes were upon him as she bared his torso. She pulled the shirt up over his head and folded it neatly. It was Pat who stepped forward and took the item of clothing, bending as she turned away to also take the shoes and socks. She placed the items on one of the coffee tables. Quickly she returned to her position behind Constance, careful not to miss any of the proceedings as Penny gently cupped her hand under the boy's chin.

She looked straight into his tearful eyes and smiled benevolently at him. "That's the way… just do as you are told and you will be fine. You may put your hands down and keep them by your sides."

Timothy looked at her, his eyes pleading for her to halt the embarrassing stripping of his body in front of everyone. Instead she patted his cheek and then took hold of his wrists and placed his hands at either side of his body. "Just stay like that and hold your head up so that everyone can see you. It is not good for little boys to slouch." Timothy could never have envisaged the utter humiliation he felt as he looked up. He could see that the maids seemed openly amused at his obvious embarrassment and that both secretaries were watching him intently.

Penny moved around to his rear and bent down on one knee. Deliberately she placed a hand on either side of his waist, making him shiver as her cool hands touched his bared flesh. Slowly, almost ritualistically she slipped her fingers inside the elasticised waistband of his shorts, making sure that everyone was watching as she slipped them downwards. She could feel his body shiver as the shorts cleared his buttocks. Her face was almost touching the smooth mounds of flesh as she heard his gasp of anguish as his penis and testicles were suddenly bared to the view of everyone in the room. She deftly pushed them down over his thighs to his ankles, before standing upright and moving around to his side. She bent down and took his ankle, making him lift each leg in turn to step out of the shorts.

She could see that his penis was swollen although not erect. She quickly glanced upwards, noting the look of terror on his face as he managed another mighty blush. Penny took the shorts and placed them with his other clothes. She was pleased to see that the boy had not tried to cover his penis although she was certain that he was fighting a hard battle to keep his arms by his sides.

His legs were pressed tightly together and he was shivering as they all examined him from head to foot. There was an audible sigh from Geraldine as she admired the boy's perfect physique. Penny made sure that she did not obstruct anyone's view as she moved to his side and tapped his buttocks lightly. "Stand with your legs wide apart and place your hands behind your head for me there's a good little boy." She placed her hand upon the back of his leg and almost sensuously slid her fingers in-between his thighs, pressing against his flesh until he reluctantly parted his legs. The coolness of her fingers and the embarrassment he felt caused him to shiver as slowly he raised his arms and clasped his fingers together behind his head.

To his utter dismay he felt his penis twitch, the warning throb that he had been dreading so much suddenly pulsed through his penis. Whether it was the cool touch of Penny's hands, or that his body had been bared in front of such beautiful girls he did not know. He trembled as a further pulse ran through the shaft of his burgeoning penis. He dare not look down, but was acutely aware that his penis was erecting. Penny stood behind him and looked around him, making sure that everyone had a perfect view of his naked body.

Gail and Susan watched as Penny repeated the tapping of her fingers against the inside of his thighs until the boy was standing with his legs spread widely apart. Susan was fascinated by the gradual lengthening and thickening of Timothy's penis. She watched it as it pulsed, the foreskin retracting backwards from the mushroom shaped head. It twitched and grew until it was pointing outwards and upwards from between his thighs.

Both Pat and Geraldine smiled with amusement as the boy's turgid member extended to a full and throbbing erection.

Suddenly the embarrassment became too much for Timothy. In a fit of acute trauma his hands quickly darted to his groin. He grasped his penis and pulled it against his tummy, his hands flattening as he hid his genitals from view.

Penny did not seem the least bit perturbed by the action. Her voice was cool and measured as she addressed Mrs Goodman and the girls. "Oh dear I am afraid little boys seem to want to play with their penises at any opportunity. It is an unfortunate and dirty habit. I think perhaps Timothy is a little boy who needs taking firmly in hand."

Timothy could not help shivering with embarrassment as Penny spoke as if he were a small child. He was about to protest that he was merely covering himself out of modesty when Gail and Susan moved to stand at either side of him. Without a word they gently took his wrists and pulled his hands away from his groin. They held his arms outwards at almost at shoulder height.

Gail managed to hold his arm in position while she moved to stand behind him. She bent his arm upwards until his fingers were touching the back of his neck and then beckoned for Susan to place his other hand in the same position.

"Now keep your hands clasped together like the Nurse has instructed."

Timothy gasped as Gail smacked him firmly upon his bare bottom.

"Do you understand me Timothy?"

He gasped, hardly managing to speak with the sudden indignity of being smacked by the young girl. He blushed and hung his head in shame.

I'm sooooo sorry …er … misss"

"You may well hang your head you naughty boy. I should think you are… very sorry indeed. Now we will have no more nonsense while my mother inspects you. You are a very lucky little boy to have so many people take an interest in you. So my young man you will do as you are instructed… do I make myself clear?"

Timothy groaned in anguish, his voice tremulous as he replied. The shame and utter humiliation had drained him of any further resistance as he turned his head to look at Gail. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he spoke.

"I am so sorry miss… er I promise."

Gail delighted in her authority over the beautiful young boy. Deliberately she looked him over from head to toe, making sure that he was aware of her casual inspection of his naked form. She stood back and admired the red mark her hand had made on the soft flesh of his bottom before she accompanied Susan to stand next to Pat and Geraldine. She spoke to Penny who was standing back several feet behind Timothy.

"Please proceed with whatever you were going to do. I am sure Timothy will behave like a proper young man now."

Penny delighted in Gail's handling of the young boy as she stepped forward and without preamble slipped her hand between his buttocks, sliding her fingers down between the pliant mounds of flesh and then forward slipping them between his legs until she was able to cup his testicles. She slid her other hand around his waist so that her fingers rested on his tummy. She could feel the young boy shiver at the intimate contact of her fingers.

She addressed Mrs Goodman deferentially. "If you would like to feel his testicles you will notice how large and swollen they are compared to other little boys of Timothy's age."

Penny had been careful in her description of the boy, taking her cue from the Mrs Goodman and the girls. She continued, her tone nonchalant as if it was perfectly normal to have a young boy stripped naked and standing with his hands clasped behind his neck and his legs splayed wide apart while his testicles were being held forward for everyone to see.

Timothy shivered as Penny casually rolled his testicles within his scrotal sac. His nakedness was accentuated by the cool breeze that wafted through the double glass doors which were opened to the outside patio and pool area. He looked at Mrs Goodman as she spoke. His cheeks blushing as she stood upright, her graceful body only inches from his own nakedness.

"I have some medical knowledge and I think this would be an excellent opportunity for me to examine him."

Although Penny was surprised that Constance had not immediately taken hold of the boy's testicles, she smiled as she realised that Constance intended to examine the young boy far more thoroughly. She let go of his testicles and letting her fingers trail between his legs, stepped backwards and stood to the side.

She watched as Constance placed her hand under the boy's chin and held his head so that he was forced to look at her. She spoke softly as she looked him in the eye.

"Now Timothy… open your mouth I want to have a look at your teeth. His chin was trembling with emotion as he opened his mouth. Constance moved closer to him and immediately felt the tip of the boy's erect penis press against her thighs. Deliberately she let the material of her skirt play against the tip of his penis as she examined his opened mouth. She moved his head from side to side as she looked into each side, noting the whiteness and the symmetry of his teeth.

Gently she placed her hands on either side of his head, feeling the bone structure of his cheeks and moving her hands gently around his small ears. Constance was already quite sure that she had never encountered a young boy of such perfect proportions and such good looks. Apart from the obvious sexual pleasure of having a young boy naked and obedient to do with as she willed, Constance also had a purpose to her examination. She was sure that Gail had already had an opportunity to examine the boy closely, but Constance was keen to see if he was really as perfect as he appeared at first glance.

Timothy was in turmoil he could feel his penis throbbing wildly with the constant stimulation from the contact with Mrs Goodman's body as she moved to and fro. The touch of her hands was soft and gentle upon his face and head, almost a caress as her fingers traced downwards on to his neck. The sexual stimulation to his senses was so great that he felt a fierce throbbing between his legs, a jolt of sensation that seemed to travel upwards from deep inside his bottom to the very tip of his penis..

Constance was well aware of the effect she was having upon the young boy. Fearing that he might suddenly ejaculate, she stepped back abruptly and placed her hands upon his chest. Watching his blushing face carefully for signs of sexual emotion, she allowed herself the luxury of smoothing her hands over his young torso, her fingers played around his nipples causing the sensitive nubs of flesh to stiffen. She continued her exploration of his body, letting her hands gently trail down over his tummy and then ultimately slide around his slim waist.

She looked at his throbbing penis, marvelling at the stiffness and size of the straining flesh. She was aware that he had followed her gaze and she quickly looked into his face, seeing his cheeks flush with redness as she caught his eye.

She smiled at him as one would to a small child and spoke in a gentle voice.

"Now Timothy I want you to keep very still while I examine your penis and your testicles. Do you think you can do that for me?" She delighted at the tremor of embarrassment that ran through his body as she sat down on the edge of her chair and placed her knees daintily together between his legs.

She looked into his eyes, waiting for a reply. She observed a second shiver of embarrassment as he struggled to speak.

"Er… y'yes er… miss."

No sooner had he spoken than Constance leaned forward and delicately took hold of his penis. She placed her thumb beneath the pulsing shaft and her fingers in a row upon the top of it as if she was holding a clarinet.

"Now keep very still while I retract your foreskin."

Timothy shivered and shook as Constance gently smoothed the outer skin of his penis backwards towards the base of the shaft. He groaned as the foreskin slid away from the glans, revealing the entire head of his throbbing member. He watched in horror as she placed the forefinger and thumb of her other hand gently against the rim of the glans and stroked the end of the foreskin back even further until it was stretched tight.

The sensation of her cool fingers against penis was almost too much to bear; he could not help but look at what she was doing as she spoke to him, her voice bright and matter of fact.

"Well you are nice and clean behind your foreskin Timothy. Did you manage to wash yourself, or did your niece have to wash you?"

The Question embarrassed him so much that he looked around as if for help, only to see that Gail and Susan were both looking down at his throbbing penis as indeed was everyone else in the room. He expelled his breath in burst of exasperation and abject dismay as his humiliating experience continued.

Constance looked into his eyes, her pretty lips pursed as she waited for the boy to reply. "Well Timothy… were you able to manage to wash your penis yourself?"

He groaned inwardly, his face turning bright red and his fingers clenching together behind his head in anguish. He could feel his penis throb as she held his member delicately between her fingers, her gentle touch keeping him erect and in utter humiliation.

There was a trembling in his voice as he looked at the beautiful face of Mrs Goodman.

"… oh… er…please…. er …it was urm Hazel miss…that washed er… me."

Constance smiled at him as his bottom lip began to tremble. Her beautiful features held an expression of kindness and care as she spoke gently to him.

"I thought as much, she was obviously very thorough. Little boys should be discouraged from touching their own penises. It is a disgusting habit and one that I am sure your mother would never condone. I am sure that your niece will take you in hand while your mother is away. Gail tells me that she is a very competent young lady."

As she finished talking she let go of his penis and then casually tapped it with her fingers as if to emphasise the point. She watched the rigid flesh wobble and sway as she tapped it once more. She waited a moment, delighting in his embarrassment before taking a much firmer hold of his member with her right hand, gripping it tightly while she scraped the tip of her perfectly manicured finger nail over the opening of his urethra.

His immediate reaction was to push his bottom backwards and gasp loudly as he tried to escape the acute sensation. Constance held him firmly and repeated the procedure, ignoring the frantic gyration of his hips as she teased the sensitive opening. She paid no attention to the boy's acute dilemma, instead she addressed Gail and Susan as she held his penis tightly.

"Have you both noticed how beautifully he has been circumcised? The foreskin has been cut so that it still extends over the glans but leaves the skin quite free to travel backwards and forwards. If you ever need to bathe him, you will find it quite easy to retract the skin so that you can wash him thoroughly. Most little boys are not as lucky as Timothy to have someone to wash them properly and make sure that they are absolutely clean."

Timothy could not help but look at Susan and Gail as he heard Mrs Goodman's demeaning comments. There was a look of pure horror on his face, almost a plea to the girls that what she was suggesting must never happen.

Casually Constance tightened her grip upon his penis as she placed her left hand beneath his testicles. She delighted in his tormented movements as he tried to stand on tiptoe to escape the acute sensation of her fingers. It was to no avail as her fingers enveloped his scrotum. She squeezed the soft orbs firmly, but not hard enough to cause him pain although the anguish upon his face was there for all to see.

"Well Penny he seems in very good order. His testes are very large aren't they? I am sure he will feel better after you have made him ejaculate. Would you turn him round for me and bend him over so that I can look between the cheeks of his little bottom?"

Timothy blushed again… an immediate and violent reddening of his cheeks as he heard Mrs Goodman's words. Like all young boys he had a fearful dread of having his bottom stretched and bared for everyone to see. He shuddered as she squeezed his testicles and stretched his foreskin backwards once more, holding him completely captive while she looked into his blushing face and addressed him.

"No nonsense now young man. Do as Penny instructs you, promise me now!"

She held him firmly by both his penis and testicles as she looked into his face. His lips were trembling visibly and his cheeks were flushed with crimson as he fumbled for words.

"Arrggghh… ooohhh… I er… promise miss."

His voice was tremulous, his nervousness and sense of utter humiliation was written all over his face. Constance could see at a glance that he was almost in tears as she let go of him and leaned back in her chair while she watched Penny manipulate him into position. The young nurse spared him no modesty as she moved and adjusted him until he was well bent over with his legs wide apart. Penny had deliberately made him spread his legs far wider than necessary and to add to his humiliation she had made him grasp his ankles like a schoolboy waiting for punishment.

She looked satisfied with her final positioning of the young boy, observing that his penis and testicles were hanging down freely from between his legs. His penis, although engorged, was not erect.

Constance could see his bright red face, which was partly obscured by his genitals as she leaned forward and studied him intently.

The sound of his breathing had become quite laboured, partly because of his bent position, but more, Constance thought, because of his feeling of acute embarrassment.

She had heard the quick intake of breath from the girls behind her as the boy was made to assume his position. Even with this undignified position, there was no denying the symmetry of his form. Constance had a sudden urge to stick her finger straight up into his bottom, although outwardly she appeared cool and clinical as she leaned forward and placed her hands upon each cheek of his bottom.

Gail watched with delight as her mother lifted her elbows so that the fingers of both hands met exactly over the deep crease of his buttocks.

"Now Timothy… just relax your bottom cheeks while I examine you."

Her voice was soft and caring as she pressed the tips of the fingers between the crevice of his bottom cheeks. She thrilled at the sudden quaking of his buttocks as she pried open the firm flesh. She could see from between his legs the sudden blush to his upturned face as she stretched him wide.

"argggghhhhh… oooh please…er noooo."

He could not control his involuntary plea as his buttocks were forced apart. He began to shiver, not just with the physical discomfort he felt, but also with the utter embarrassment of having the very core of his bottom exposed for everyone to see.

Constance was delighted with the small and neat rosebud of his sphincter. She would have liked to impale him on her finger there and then, but had already decided that there would be plenty of opportunity later.

"I see that you are clean here too Timothy. Am I to presume that your cousin washed your bottom for you?"

Timothy was in turmoil, his humiliation complete and utter. His buttocks were stretched widely apart and he could feel the cool air from the open doorway against his sphincter. He knew that everyone in the room was watching his intimate and humiliating inspection. He heard the question through a haze of abject embarrassment and anguish. He hardly recognised the sound of his own voice as he replied.

"er… Hazel washed er… me miss."

His words were so soft and tremulous that they were almost inaudible as he admitted the embarrassing fact to Mrs. Goodman.

He shuddered involuntarily, feeling a huge shiver running through his body, as her fingertips moved further in-between his buttocks. He moaned suddenly as he felt the first contact to the sensitive opening of his bottom.

"Arggghh… oooOOOH… please noo… no"

His gasp of anguish did nothing to deter Mrs. Goodman from proceeding to tease his sphincter. Deftly her neatly manicured nails traced over the puckered entrance to his anus, causing the flesh to recoil and constrict violently each time she touched it.

"Keep still now, I am not going to hurt you, but I will smack your little bottom if you are going to behave like a baby."

Her words completely defeated the young boy. He shivered in shame as she continued her probing.

"Now just relax your buttocks and give me proper access. Sometimes I despair at the antics of little boys."

Constance looked up at Penny who had been enjoying watching her competent examination of Timothy. Constance spoke to her as if the boy were not present… although she still held his buttocks apart and was completely ignoring the squirming and shivering of his naked body.

"I will not examine inside his bottom until after he has had his enema. I am sure that Ami and Jessica will help you prepare him and then perhaps Pat and Geraldine can come through and help you when you are ready to extract his semen. Does that sound alright to you?"

Penny smiled to herself; she thought that Constance would have loved to have penetrated his bottom with her finger. She resolved to make sure that she provided her the right opportunity.

Timothy listened in horror as they discussed him. He felt so belittled and humiliated that tears welled up in his eyes. He felt Constance remove her hands from the cheeks of his bottom and then a light tap on both of his buttocks as she bade him stand up.

"Come along Timothy up you get and off you go with the nurse." Constance watched him struggle to an upright as she beckoned her maids to come forward. Ami and Jessica did not need any further prompting as they quickly moved to each side of the boy and took his hands in theirs. Timothy blushed once more as the pretty maids looked down at his swollen penis. Neither of them bothered to hide their amusement at his embarrassing nakedness.

Penny could not help smirking as Timothy shamefacedly looked down to see that his penis, although not fully erect, was pointing outwards towards the young nurse.

"If you will bring him through, I will get him ready." Penny announced to the young maids as she turned around and proceeded towards the corridor which led to the large downstairs bathroom.

Gail and Susan watched with delight as Timothy was led out of the room, the young maids walking at either side of the naked boy as they followed the nurse towards the door.