Timothy

Timothy was lying on the couch watching the television. He was dressed in his chinos and Tee shirt. Although the programme was one of his favourites, he found it hard to concentrate on anything other than his latest humiliation. Thankfully he had been spared a second milking, but even that had been little comfort as the nurses had casually held his testicles up from between his thighs and asked both Susan and Gail to come and feel the size of them.

“Well as long as his little penis does not become stiff again, I suppose one semen extraction will be enough for this evening.” Gail's words had shamed him in to turning his head to the side and closing his eyes as she had causally squeezed his scrotum.

Gail had told him to lie quietly until he felt rested, then he could get dressed and they would take him back to his mother's cottage. Tina had brought him his clothes. She had laid them on his tummy as she released his legs from the stirrups. To Timothy's horror, she had taken hold of his penis and pulled the foreskin back, revealing the soft tissue beneath.

“I bet this little fellow doesn't stay soft for very long.” She had squeezed the timid flesh before letting him go and kissing him gently on the cheek. Her amusement at his embarrassed expression made him blush profusely. She stood back and looked him straight in the eye.

“See you next time Sweetie” She had chuckled as she left him in his haze of humiliation and confusion.

Later, Gail and Susan had walked him over to his mother's cottage and told him to sit quietly and watch the television. The girls left him and made their way to the dining room. Although Timothy's mother did not entertain guests very often since the death of her husband, the dining room had always been kept in ready for an occasion, should it arise.

The dark mahogany dining room table was surrounded by eight chairs; the formal positioning of the table was accented by the slightly darker furniture of the dressers and china cabinets which surrounded the walls. The two tall bookcases which stood at each of the opposing walls provided a quite formal ambience to the dining room.

Gail and Susan laughed at each other as they arranged the dining chairs. They placed two of the chairs in an open area of the room and positioned the others so that four of the chairs were behind the table with one at each end. This arrangement left one side of the table free and facilitated the classic formal interview situation. Although in this case, the interviewee would have to stand. The crowning touch was the placing of a large Victorian footstool on the floor, directly in front of the table.

The Girls stood back and admired their work. Mischievously, Susan stood on the stool and placed her hands upon her head, imitating their proposed positioning of Timothy. She placed her feet well apart on the broad wooden platform, realising that the stool would elevate the boy admirably for their purpose.

Gail could not help laughing as she moved behind Susan and slipped her delicate fingers under her skirt. Susan shivered as Gail slid her hand up between her thighs and clasped her hand over the gossamer material that covered her prominent pubic mound.

“Naughty Susan, I think I have just time to scratch that naughty itch of yours.” Susan shivered again as she felt Gail's gentle fingertips tease their way beneath the material and slide between the pliant puffy lips of her labia. Without warning Susan felt the scissor motion of Gail's fingers as they clasped the nub of her clitoris. Gail ignored the girl's moans as she quickly worked her fingers over Susan's sex. She could feel Susan's body shiver, a fine tremor running through her loins as she quickly worked her fingers knowingly between the girl's legs.

Gail knew that Susan's climax was imminent. She would have admitted that, had it been the other way round, that it would have only taken a few minutes before she herself would have succumbed to the same kind of stimulus. Gail suddenly quickened the pace of her fingers, holding the girl tightly as she expertly stimulated her sex. Almost cruelly she scored her fingernails over the hardened nub of the girl's clitoris, until Susan gasped and bit her lip to stop herself from crying out.

Gail did not lesson the pace of her fingers until she felt Susan's body almost collapse as she climaxed. Her knees felt week as Gail held her around the waist and benevolently slowed the pace of her fingers, suddenly caressing rather than fuelling her sexual desire.

“Oh my God… oh Gail you are good… don't think that the compliment will not be returned. Oh my… can you imagine what Timothy must feel with all the stimulation we give him, no wonder the poor boy faints.”

Gail looked at Susan. “You know Susan we are very lucky girls… I can't wait to get my hands on him again. I think afterwards I will certainly be accepting your offer.”

Both Gail and Susan were in fits of giggles as Susan lowered her hands and cheekily caressed Gail's breast through the silky material of her blouse. “Come on let's go and get ready, I need to… er you know… er and I think the occasion calls for fresh makeup, don't you think?” Susan bright eyes and earnest expression made Gail laugh once more as she looked at her friend.

“Oh just one minute…” Gail said, “What do you think of this, it's nice and soft, but with a nice satisfying slap. Gail fumbled around in the bag she had brought and found the suede slipper. She held it up and slapped it against the palm of her hand; the slap was loud and staccato. Susan looked at it, noting the thinness of the sole and the velvety softness of the leather.

“That is ideal, I would imagine if you gave enough strokes it would smart, but not be at all severe. Gail that is perfect… slip it onto the seat of the chair and then you can show it to him at the appropriate time.”

*

It was thirty minutes later that Timothy looked up, his face suddenly turning pale as he looked and sensed that something was wrong. Their immaculate formal dress and the severe expressions on their faces suddenly put him ill at ease. He felt a shiver run through his body as Gail addressed him.

“Well Timothy, because of your behaviour today we both need to have a word with you. Turn the television off and then go and brush your hair and clean your teeth, I would like you to make yourself a little more presentable. Then we both want to see you in the dining room, don't keep us waiting so… get to it.”

Gail held up her hand before the boy could ask questions… or perhaps protest.

“Off you go and we will see you in the dining room in five minutes.”

Before the boy could utter a word, Gail and Susan had turned away and walked off towards the dining room. Timothy sat foolishly for a minute and then reluctantly got up and switched off the television set. He felt a gnawing dread in his stomach as he went upstairs.

Hurriedly he brushed his teeth, feeling a growing fear as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He realised that his face was flushed and could clearly see that his lips were trembling. He brushed his hair… and at the last minute took a new Tee shirt from the pile in the bathroom's airing cupboard. He changed and examined himself in the mirror before pushing his bare feet back into his training shoes. He turned quickly and opening the bathroom door, he exited the room. He realised that he was trembling quite profoundly as he descended the stairs towards the dining room.

Although Timothy had always had the full use of the house, he could not remember ever having used the dining room. It was usually unheated and did not have the casual comfort of the rest of the cottage. Like all young teenagers, Timothy preferred the comfort of lounging on a settee or sofa rather than sitting formally. He tried to think why they would want to see him in his mother's dining room rather than the more comfortable areas of the house.

As he walked towards the closed door oak door, he could feel his stomach churning with unease. He felt as if he had been summoned to the headmistresses study rather than to his own dining room. He stumbled rather than walked the last few paces. He stood at the door and wondered what to do next. He bent forward and undid the laces of his training shoes and took them off, leaving his feet bare. Subconsciously he had remembered that his mother had always asked him to remove his shoes before entering the dining room. The carpet had been laid some years ago and was an expensive item that his mother kept in pristine condition.

He stood up straight and raised a trembling hand to the door. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the solid oak wood; the gesture of knocking on his own dining room door seemed somehow incongruous - and yet he felt deep down that it was the right thing to do.

Susan and Gail were seated in the two centre chairs behind the mahogany table. Their formal apparel and beautiful grooming gave them an air of authority and an appearance of maturity over and above their years. They sat upright in a carefully studied pose… their beauty and grace was such that even the most confident of male youths would have found their appearance to be humbling.

Gail and Susan both turned to each other, grinning triumphantly, as they heard the timid knock upon the door. Earlier Gail had turned on the chandelier which hung from the middle of the ceiling. The bright lights of the ornately tiered arms illuminated the room very brightly, in contrast to the pretty wall lights that were normally used to light the room for dining.

Gail waited for a moment, savouring the suspense, before whispering to Susan to call him into the room. Susan was surprised at how calm and authoritative her voice was as she called out clearly. “Please come.”

The Girls quickly composed themselves, their expressions calm and serious as they watched the handle turn in the oak door. To their delight Timothy was trembling as he almost shuffled rather than walked into the room. The expressions on Gail's and Susan's faces were cool and nonchalantly appraising as Timothy stood in the doorway.

“Please close the door behind you, will you Timothy and then come and stand in front of the table where we can see you properly.”

The boy's nervousness was overtly apparent as he closed the door and turned back towards them. He blushed immediately as both of the girls watched him approach the table. Their delight was not apparent to their timid and apprehensive quarry.

“Come closer to the table and stand up straight, shoulders back and hands at your sides… come along don't dawdle, we have some very serious words to say to you.”

Gail's opening address caused the boy to blush a deep shade of red as he struggled with his emotions. Eventually he managed to step forward and stand straight with his hands pressed to either side of his thighs. He managed to look at the girls, but not without blushing furiously as they both eyed him calmly.

Their appearance intimidated him to such an extent that he felt a tremor run through him. The beauty of both girls was amplified by their immaculate grooming and make-up… and yet their appearance was foreboding. He could not help noticing the fullness of their breasts as they leaned forward against the table-top, or the sharp outline of their nipples against the silky crisp-white cotton of their tailored shirts. The juxtaposition between their stunning beauty and the forbidding formality of the setting, had the young boy at sixes and sevens.

He felt utterly foolish and humbled as he stood trembling before them, feeling like an errant schoolboy awaiting a severe admonishment. The girl's absolute authority was now unquestionable. He stood a few feet from the table and dropped his head, his embarrassment so acute that he was no longer able to look at them.

Gail raised her head and spoke clearly, her beautifully cultured voice, articulate and concise.

“You will see a footstool in front of you, please step up on to it and stand straight with your hands at your sides. When you have done so, please raise your head so that we can see your face. Come along now, we urgently need to have a very serious talk young man.”

Her words caused another immediate and furious blush to suffuse the young boy's cheeks. He felt unable to compose even the simplest of replies… or any protestation. Humbly he shuffled forward and with trembling embarrassment stepped up on to the low wooden footstool. He felt his thighs press against the edge of the table as he stood up straight and timidly raised his head.

It was Susan whom opened the proceedings. Looking him straight in the eye, she spoke softly and quietly. Her words were deliberately intended to instil upon the young boy, a further layer of humiliating guilt.

“Timothy, you have behaved abominably today. With all the goodwill in the world I cannot countenance such behaviour from you. You have disobeyed instructions and protested at every opportunity.” Susan watched his face turn from bright red to an almost purple hue as her words were absorbed. His lips began to tremble and a tear formed in the corner of his eye as she continued.

“In fact you have been a very silly little boy… and you have demonstrated your immaturity to everyone that has tried to help you. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Such was the boy's utter shame that he could hardly articulate his words. The seriousness of the almost courtroom-style setting, allied to his humbling admonishment, made him feel utterly foolish and belittled.

He drew in his breath and spoke, his voice cracked and trembling.

“Oh please miss… I am so sorry.” A tear rolled down his burning cheek as stammered. “I promise miss… I will be good…” He started to cry as his voice trailed off into complete silence.

Gail leaned forward. She could have reached out and touched him across the table if she had wanted. Instead she rebuked him sharply.

“Pull yourself together Timothy and look at me.” The boy looked startled, suddenly stiffening his body and standing up straighter as Gail continued.

I know you have made some improvement, but that does not mean that you should not be rebuked for your earlier behaviour. Now face forward and keep your head up and tell us both what you intend to do to rectify your behaviour.

Timothy took a deep breath; the sharp rebuke had suddenly stifled his emotion. He looked at the two beautiful girls; his humiliation so utterly engulfed him that he felt foolish beyond belief.

“I… er… I will do everything you say… er from now on miss. I promise… er truly I will.”

“Well Timothy, I will take your word… if you mean what you say! We have been lenient with you in not referring today's behaviour to your cousin Hazel, but I warn you that this is the last time that I will ever allow such a thing. Now promise me again.”

Timothy exhaled his breath slowly… he felt relief that somehow Gail had seemed to let him off the hook.

“I promise miss that I will… er obey without question!”

Gail squeezed Susan's knee under the table as she looked at Timothy. Her face softened and she spoke gently.

“Alright Timothy… I will take your word. Now cheer up a little. I have finished scolding you. It is unfortunate that you have to have medical treatment, but there it is. So you must obey everyone from now on. I am not going to lecture you any further.” Gail looked at her watch.

“It is getting late… so Susan and I will get you ready for bed and you can have a good night's sleep.” She watched Timothy intently, seeing the relief on his face before she delivered her ‘coup de grace'. Her voice was bright and pleasant, as if her pronouncement was nothing more than a mere formality.

“Now we will just get you punishment over with as quickly as we can. Please bare your bottom for spanking.”

Both Susan and Gail watched with delight as the boy's face fell. His look of astonishment and surprise was exquisite. He blushed again, this time his colour was so vivid that Gail thought he might have a fit.

“But… er but…”

Gail's voice was firm and sharp. “I thought we agreed that there would be no ‘buts'. You will do as you are told or your punishment will be prolonged and made much more severe. Now do as I have told you and bare your bottom for a sound spanking.”

Timothy looked in horror at the two girls. His embarrassment and humiliation was so acute that he felt faint. Slowly and with trembling fingers his hands moved to his belt. He looked up at the two girls as if to ensure that he had heard correctly. Their faces betrayed not one iota of compassion or hope for him as he timidly loosened the buckle.

The girls watched avidly, hiding their excitement as they watched him unzip his chinos and pull them down to his thighs. Gail's delight was almost palpable as she watched him hesitate and then reach behind him under his T shirt and slide the waistband of his boxer shorts down to the lower part of his buttocks. He remained completely covered in front by both the front of his boxers and by the length of his T shirt.

Gail waited, biding her time, until at last the boy looked up at her. She made sure that she had his full attention, before turning to Susan. “There is a slipper on the chair beside you Susan. Would you be so kind as to start his punishment?”

Timothy watched in horror as Susan lifted the slipper from the seat of the chair and brought the implement out into full view. He looked stunned as she got up and walked around the table to stand behind him. His attention was suddenly drawn back to Gail as she spoke to him. Her voice was sharp and businesslike as she held his gaze. “Hands on your head… come along no dawdling now!”

Slowly and with utter dread Timothy placed his hands upon the top of his head. His body shook involuntarily as Susan placed the slipper upon the table in front of him and then placed her hands on his waist. Without preamble she reached under his shirt and slipped her hands into the waistband of his shorts, her delicate fingers causing the boy to shiver as she touched his skin.

Casually she slid the garment down, pushing his chinos with it until both his trousers and shorts were around his ankles. Without a word, she lifted each foot and divested him of both his chinos and boxer shorts. Standing upright again, she watched him shiver uncontrollably as she stood to his side and placed the flat of her hand upon his bottom. She hesitated for a moment before gently pressing her other hand to the front of his thigh and slowly began sliding her palms upwards against his bare flesh. To his horror Timothy felt her hand brush right over his penis and testicles as she raised the front of his shirt. She continued the progress of both hands until she slipped the shirt up over his head. She raised it further until she could pass it over his arms.

She stood on tiptoe pulled the shirt upwards in a quick jerking motion, causing his hands to leave his head for a moment as she stripped him completely.

Gail watched with delight, once more admiring his perfectly proportioned body. His nakedness thrilled her, his penis and testicles just inches above the surface of the table were clearly reflected in the lustre of the wood. She examined him in minute detail, noticing that his plump testicles had been drawn up by the tightening of his scrotum as it reacted to the exposure of cool air.

Gail noticed that he had shut his eyes in order to block out the embarrassment of being stripped naked. His feelings were not to be spared as Gail had no intention of letting him evade any part of their carefully planned chastisement.

“Now Timothy, open your eyes and look at me. I want you to take your punishment with good grace.” She waited until she had the boy's full attention. His face was a picture of anguish and humiliation as he reluctantly met her gaze. He could feel the cool air on his genitals and felt utterly humiliated that he had been bared for Gail to inspect as she saw fit.

“Now… Susan is going to start your punishment. I want you to remain with your hands upon your head and stand up straight. She is going to give your bottom a thorough slippering… I want you to remain standing and looking at me while she is punishing your bottom. Silly little boys that cannot behave themselves deserve to be soundly spanked. Now stand up straight and take your punishment.”

Although his eyes were firmly fixed upon Gail, Timothy saw Susan take the slipper and move to his side.

He could not help clenching his buttocks as Susan stroked the slipper over the perfect hillocks of flesh. He shivered in anguish as she placed the palm of her hand on his thigh, just below his testicles. He could feel the back of her hand brush his scrotum as the first stroke landed against his tightly clenched buttocks.

“Slap… slappp… slapppp.” Susan began slippering him steadily and methodically, each stroke of the slipper, perfectly aimed and delivered upon the very centre of his bottom.

The indignity of standing naked and being soundly spanked by a young girl only a few years older than himself, made Timothy feel absolutely foolish.

The staccato slap of the slipper against his buttocks echoed throughout the room. For Gail, the sound added to the wonderful spectacle of the boy's punishment. She could see him flinch each time the slipper landed against his buttocks. She held his gaze, sometimes deliberately letting him see her eyes glance down at his genitals. She was deliberately letting him know that she was watching, as his penis and testicles shuddered and jiggled with the involuntary movement of his hips.

Susan continued her firm application of the slipper upon his bottom. The flesh was already reddening; the centre section of his buttocks becoming inflamed as she diligently beat the boy. She could feel his testicles brushing against the back of her hand as she continued her steady tattoo upon his young buttocks. She had never known such delight as she enthusiastically performed her task upon his timid flesh.

“Slapp, slapppp, slappp.” His torment was applied methodically and diligently. Gail could see that he was beginning to feel the sting of the slipper far more acutely as the leather sole continually beat upon the same area of his bottom cheeks.

“Ohhh…. Pleeeease miss ser.. please.”

He cried out as Susan suddenly increased the force of her strokes. The weight and suppleness of the sole made her task easier, each stroke producing a loud crack as she held his thigh firmly, thus increasing the intensity of her strokes.

“Oh pleeeease…miss… er it er is hurting miss.”

Timothy did not know to whom he was addressing his plea; his buttocks seemed to have become acutely sensitive as his slippering continued. His bottom felt as if it were burning.

He began to wriggle his hips, his penis swaying wildly from side to side as he tried to evade his punishment. He had received a good fifty strokes before Gail looked up at him and raised her hand to Susan. The spanking stopped as Gail looked him in the eye.

“I will not have you try and evade punishment in such a bombastic manner. You are here to be punished and as yet you have done nothing but behave like a silly little boy who is trying to avoid having his bottom spanked correctly. There is only one course of action open to me. You will have to be taken over the knee like the silly little boy that you are.”

Gail did not wait for a reply from the blushing youth. She got up from her seat and moved around the table to one of the two chairs which had been placed in the centre of the room. She sat down and spoke to Susan.

“Please bring him over here would you Susan.”

Involuntarily Timothy turned his head to look over his shoulder. He blushed as he saw that Gail was seated on one of the chairs. He felt Susan's cool fingers suddenly encase his penis and turn him around by pulling on the sensitive flesh.

“Come along Timothy, Gail would like you over her knees. I am afraid that if you won't take your punishment like a brave little boy, then you will have to be treated like a small child and have your bottom soundly spanked while bent over Miss Goodman's knee.”

She let go of his penis and slapped his bottom. “Come along, if you don't do as you are told, I will have no alternative than to fetch the strap to you.”

Timothy could not believe his ears… the very thought that Susan would actually use the strap on him! He could feel his eyes fill with tears of shame as she led him to the chair where Gail was seated. As soon as he was within reach, Gail reached around his waist and made him bend over. He was aware of a sudden flash of her beautiful thighs as she brushed her skirt upwards out of the way and at the same time reached underneath him. Her slender fingers closed around his penis and testicles as she positioned them so that his genitals would slide down between her legs.

Timothy felt the weight of his body fall over her lap. He supported his weight on his hands as his upper-body was dispensed with. Ignominiously his head hung down towards the floor as he felt her hand slide around his waist and hold him tightly. He could feel the firm flesh of her thighs, press tightly against his penis and testicles as she prepared him for punishment.

His ears were ringing with shame as she spoke to him. The utter embarrassment of his position made her words even more shaming.

“Fancy having to be taken over my lap and having to have your bottom spanked. Don't you feel utterly ashamed of yourself? It seems Timothy that you did not heed any of my words… and so you will have to learn the hard way!”

Timothy was utterly shamed as Gail placed the palm of her hand upon his reddened buttocks. Leisurely she stroked over the firm flesh letting her fingers trail between the deep crease of his bottom and then down between his legs. “Now relax your bottom I want unhindered access.” She let her hand continue to trail downwards, her fingertips brushing sensuously over the sensitive skin of his bulging scrotum. “Come along now relax your muscles or I will have Susan hold you open.”

Susan looked at the naked boy. She could see that his face was red to the extreme as Gail continued to tease his flesh.

Gail felt his buttocks begin to relax, twitching occasionally as her fingers prompted an involuntary response from him. “Now keep them relaxed while I spank you soundly. I am going to treat you like the naughty child you are and spank your bare bottom with my hand. Afterwards I am going to give you a good slippering. Are you going to behave… or am I going to have to add several strokes of the strap?”

Timothy was in turmoil as he felt her hand stroke over his bottom. He could feel his penis throb as her thighs held his penis and testicles captive.

Her words shamed him into complete submission as he stammered. “Oh please miss, I am sorry I really promise to be good.” His shame was completed when Susan knelt down and sat back on her heels, taking his head in her hands and supporting it on her thighs.

Her voice was soft and low, but her words shamed him beyond belief.

“Now be a good boy and take your punishment. Fancy having to be taken over the head girl's lap and have your bare bottom spanked like a child. Don't you feel absolutely ashamed of yourself?” He felt Susan's soft hands stroke against both cheeks of his face as she held his head down.

Her words had underlined his absolute shame and anguish.

Gail spoke to him once more. “Now keep still while you are being given your punishment!” He felt her remove her hand from his buttocks and almost immediately the sharp sting over the very centre of the crease as she began his spanking.

Gail was almost delirious with excitement as she watched the cheeks of his young bottom shudder and quiver as she brought her hand down. She could clearly see the imprint of her palm upon his flesh as she raised her arm and proceeded to deliver slap after slap on to the quivering flesh. Even though she knew that her spanks were hurting him, she could feel that his penis was throbbing quite dramatically. She realized that the burgeoning flesh was quickly thickening into a full erection. She squeezed her thighs together to confirm that indeed, not only was the young boy erect, but that his penis was throbbing uncontrollably. To distance herself from the intimate contact she admonished him as she continued spanking him soundly.

“Smackkk… smackkkk… smackkk.”

“What a naughty little boy you have been. Don't you feel any shame all… having your bare bottom spanked. What would the girls at school think if they could see you now?”

Susan felt his head shake in a miserable manifestation of shame and dismay at her friend's words. He gasped and moaned in response to both his verbal humiliation - and to the utter torment of the continuous and thorough spanking his bottom was receiving.

He looked through his tears at the bared flesh of Susan's thighs as she gently stroked her hands over the burning cheeks of his face. He could not have articulated how utterly humiliated and ashamed he felt. The very thought that he was being spanked like a child with his head hanging down and his bottom raised in the air… and all at the hands of the two prettiest girls in his school!

“Oh peease stop miss… er I'm sooo sorry. Please miss nooo more”

Timothy's voice was trembling, his bottom feeling as if it was on fire. He was shamefully aware of the throbbing of his penis as Gail's firm hand continued to spank his bare buttocks.

Susan continued to stroke his face, her soft hands brushing away his tears as she held his head gently. She lifted her hand and stroked the palm over his shoulders. “There, there… you have to be punished… little boys have to have their bottoms spanked when they are naughty… try and be a brave boy.”

Susan's words, although ostensibly comforting, were really designed to humiliate the boy even further. Neither girl could have articulated why they felt such a thrill in punishing and humiliating the boy, but the sexual excitement they both felt was very real.

Gail felt a sudden thrill run through her body as she continued the methodical spanking of Timothy's bottom. The sensation was so overwhelming that she squeezed her legs together in a paroxysm of delight. She felt an answering but involuntary throb from the boy, as the smooth flesh of her thighs stimulated his smoothly shaven penis and testicles.

“Smack… smack… smack… smack.”

Although the palm of her hand was stinging from the constant smacking of his bottom cheeks, she did not feel the pain unduly. She realised that the flesh of her hand was far more resilient than the virgin flesh of his young bottom. She sensed that the boy was coming to the end of his tether as he tried to raise his head. He arched his back and lifted one hand from the floor to try and reach behind him to assuage the onslaught to his bottom.

“Smack… smack… smack… smack.”

Tears were rolling down his cheeks and his voice was cracked as he tried to articulate his words. “Oh pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease missss. Please er… nooo more…arggghhh… ooooOOOOHHH… please…”

He had begun to moan and plead constantly, as his buttocks were flattened against the palm of her hand at each point of impact. Gail delighted in changing the pattern of her spanking by bringing the palm of her hand smartly up against the underside of his bottom. The already reddened flesh seemed to quake as each sharp slap contacted with his quivering buttocks.

“Smack… smack… smack… smack.”

“What a naughty boy you are, I hope you are learning your lesson well. Are you going to promise that you will obey me without question… or would you like me to continue smacking your bare bottom? Smack… smack… smack… smack.

I would have thought that you would feel ashamed of being spanked… look at you… crying and wriggling like a little child.”

“oooooHHHHooo… arggghhhhh… please, please… oh please miss noooo more, I can't stand it misss… oooooohhhhhh.”

Susan could feel the wetness of his tears as she brushed his cheeks, gently goading him with softly spoken words. “Be a good boy and raise your bottom for your punishment… so that Gail can spank you properly, you mustn't be a naughty boy and try and evade your punishment… it is for your own good.”

She was delighted as the boy shuddered in absolute shame at her words. She watched as time after time Gail's hand landed on his quivering buttocks. The sharp staccato sound seemed to add to the thrill she felt as the boy was soundly and thoroughly spanked.

“Smack… smack… smack… smack.”

Timothy could not believe the pain and torment he felt, his anguish was such that he felt delirious with shame and humiliation.

“Arghhhhh… I promise miss… I really promise. Pleeease misss nooooooooo more.”

Gail knew that it was time to stop. Instead of smacking him, she thrust her hand in-between the cheeks of his bottom, just below the juncture of his buttock and thigh. Quickly she insinuated her fingers between her own thigh and the boy's testicles, until she could grasp the swollen orbs within her hand. She could feel the stiff and swollen shaft of the perineum area as she enveloped his scrotum. She held him firmly as she spoke.

“Now young man… I hope that has taught you a lesson. What a silly little boy you have been… are you going to promise us that you will obey our instructions from now on… or are you going to have to be spanked again?”

“Oh please miss… I promise, I will never disobey you again.”

“Well I am going to imprint that notion in your head. I am going to give you a further six sound strokes with the slipper. Before you try and plead with me, I must warn you that if you protest I will double the number of strokes.”

Timothy moaned and shivered in dread as he felt Susan reach up and offer the slipper to Gail. At the same time he felt Gail squeeze his testicles before withdrawing her hand from between the cheeks of his bottom.

“Susan dear… would you reach underneath him for me… and persuade him to raise his bottom into a proper position for punishment?” Gail's voice was quite matter of fact and yet Susan had to stifle an urge to snicker as she realised what Gail meant her to do. She reached between her friends knees, cheekily caressing the inside of her thighs as she quickly located the boy's erect penis. Timothy nearly jumped out of his skin as Susan pushed the foreskin up, revealing the sensitive rim of the glans underneath. Immediately, Timothy raised his bottom in protest, jerking his hips as the girl's fingers impudently pinched the tip of his penis.

Slappppp…slapppppp… slappppp… slapppp… slapppp… slapppppppp!”

“Arggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh…. Argggggggggghhhhhhh… oooohhhhhhhhh. The boy's response was immediate. He cried out in utter torment as Gail delivered the six strokes in rapid succession. The flesh quivering and shuddering as an enveloping wave of excruciating pain seared through his buttocks.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Arggggggghhhhhhh,” he wailed as the fire in his flesh seemed to build into an ever increasing burden of torment and misery.

Gail's voice was calm and scathing, belying the absolute thrill she felt as she looked at the boy's beautiful naked body, writhing and shivering upon her knees.

“Pull yourself together young man, you have only yourself to blame for your punishment.” Her words shamed him as he struggled with the pain in his buttocks. He felt her hand casually delve between the cheeks of his bottom and her fingers wrap around his testicles. At the same time he felt his foreskin being pushed further up the shaft and then pumped up and down in a rapid motion. He felt his penis throb vigorously in response. Susan felt the throb and immediately withdrew her hand. She looked up at Gail and grinned as the boy shuddered in torment.

“Let's get you off my knee and standing on your own two feet… shall we?”

Gail spoke to the boy as if her had been merely sitting on her knee, rather than having had his bare bottom soundly spanked with both hand and slipper.

Susan quickly let go of the boy's head and stood up. She took him by the shoulders, grinning at Gail as she saw that her hand was holding him firmly by the testicles.

Both girls manoeuvred the boy until he was standing upright. Gail smiled to herself as she saw him quickly clasp both hands to his genitals and cover his erection, his face flushing to an incredibly deep shade of red as he did so.

Gail quickly brushed her skirt back over her thighs and sat primly, her pretty knees placed modestly together. Susan stood behind the boy and looked over his shoulder at Gail.

Timothy shuddered as he looked at Gail's pretty face. Her expression was serious as she looked up at him. The tears were still running down his cheeks and his bottom was on fire. He would have loved to rub the smarting flesh, but such was his shame that he dare not uncover himself.

Suddenly Susan smacked him hard on the cheeks of his bottom. “Smackkkk… now get those hands on your head this instance. My word!! You know that you are not allowed to play with your genitals. Now get those hands on top of your head. Smack… smackkk… smackkkkk.”

Her words were punctuated with a serious of sharp slaps to the very centre of his sore buttocks. She could clearly see his body shudder as he reluctantly uncovered himself and raised his hands to his head. He could not help looking down as his erection sprang forward, causing him to blush profusely as Gail looked directly at his penis and testicles.

“Now what is this…?” She raised her hand and tapped the rigid flesh of his penis, watching it sway to and fro as it stood out from his body.

“Have you seen this Susan?” Gail asked, as she pointed to the boy's genitalia. “His penis is erect! I would have thought that the nurses had milked him sufficiently for one day. Would you slip you hands between his legs and feel his testicles for me, they look as if they are swollen again.”

Susan was pleased that the boy could not see her face as she grinned at Gail, almost causing her to lose her serious expression. Susan leaned against him and placed her hand sensuously around his waist and held the palm flat against the lower part of his tummy. Deliberately she brushed her cheek against his ear as she whispered to him. “Open your legs nice and wide and push your little bare bottom back towards me. I am going to slip my fingers between your legs and feel your testicles. I promise I will be very gentle with your little plums.”

Gail nearly burst out laughing as she caught the words that Susan had whispered in his ear. She could see that the boy was trembling with emotion as he shuffled his legs apart.

To Gail's delight she noted that the boy did not have to be told to spread them wider. He adopted a stance that had his legs spread over a metre apart. Perhaps he has learned his lesson she thought, as she watched him close his eyes in shame and steel his body for the next indignity.

Susan bent her knees, causing her hand to slip down his tummy until her little finger was resting against the shaft of his penis. Her intimate handling of the boy did not stop there, as she placed her other hand on his burning buttocks.

“My, my… your little bottom is burning hot. No wonder you were crying like a baby. Now push your bottom back so that I can slip my hand between your legs.” She gently probed in-between the cheeks of his bottom, before sliding her hand down and through his legs. Deliberately she let her fingers caress his flesh, stimulating his senses with delicate probing and soft touches. She nonchalantly scraped her finger nails over the underside of his penis before cupping his scrotum in the palm of her hand.

She closed her fingers over the sensitive scrotal sac and grasped the soft orbs firmly in her hand.

The boy shuddered as he felt the firm encasement of his testicles. He expelled air in an anguished breath as she moved the testicles to and fro within his scrotum.

“Poor baby, they are really swollen again aren't they.” She squeezed the sac gently, before letting him go. She stood upright her hand trailing over his buttocks to feel the heat of the flesh.

Timothy felt utterly ridiculous as he stood with his legs apart, blushing with the indignity of having had his testicles held firmly and inspected as if he were a prize animal.

Timothy was in utter turmoil. He could never have contemplated such gross embarrassment and humiliation. Never in his young life had he felt so utterly degraded and humiliated.

The beauty of both Susan and Gail unnerved him so much that each time he looked at either of them he felt an ache in his tummy. The absolute shame of the girls seeing him naked, allied with the utter torment of being spanked by Susan and then taken over Gail's knee was overwhelming.

The very girls that he would like to have impressed as an equal had shamed him beyond belief. Even just the ‘thought' of being held naked over Gail's knee while he was being spanked like a child, was too embarrassing to contemplate. He tried to shut every humiliating scenario out of his mind… how could he ever hold his head up again?

Now he had to stand in the most humiliating of positions while the girls discussed him as if his feelings were of no consequence.

Susan moved around him to stand beside Gail. Both girls looked immaculate and demure in their skirts and blouses. Gail's face showed no sign of her physical effort in punishing the boy's bottom so severely.

Susan spoke; her tone was light and casual, as if whatever embarrassing treatment they would enact upon the boy was of little importance to them.

“I am afraid that they will have to be emptied, don't you think Gail?”

Gail looked up at Susan and answered… her voice serious and matter of fact. “Yes of course, but first I think he can do his corner-time and reflect upon his naughty behaviour. Little boys should always be made to stand with their little bottoms bare and reddened while they think about their silly behaviour”

She raised her head to the boy. “Look at me Timothy.” She waited until the boy shamefully met her gaze, shivering uncontrollably as he looked into her eyes. His face betrayed every nuance of his total and utter shame and embarrassment as she appraised him coolly. Her beautifully modulated voice caused him further anguish as she spoke.

“You can remain in the same posture as you are now. We will leave you to reflect upon your punishment. If I catch you touching your penis I will be forced to bend you over and use the strap upon your bottom. It is unfortunate that I let the nurses go without milking you for a second time. It seems that Susan and I will have to attend to you ourselves.” She noted the look of pure horror on the boy's face as she continued.

“We are going to go and get changed into something more suitable and then we will come back attend to the obvious swelling of your testicles. To remind you of what you must do, I am going to ask Susan to give you six strokes of the slipper.” She watched the startled expression upon his face as she stood upright and stepped forward, immediately feeling his erect penis press against her body as she took his face in her hands. His face was only inches from hers as she spoke softly and gently to him.

“This is for your own good… I want you to thank me after each stroke. Will you do that for me Timothy?” Gail could see that his mind was in turmoil… whether to plead and protest… or to acquiesce to further pain and humiliation. The closeness of her beauty seemed to mesmerise him and suddenly… as if letting every vestige of self respect leave him, he looked into her eyes with an overwhelming manifestation of love and supplication. So open and submissive to her will… so devoid of any guile… that she shivered in a delicious paroxysm of pleasure. She felt the rapture of his sweet breath against her cheek and a thrill of victory course through her body like a forest fire.

She was aware that Susan was now standing behind him with the slipper in her hand. Without taking her eyes off the boy's face, she moved her hips, feeling her dress brush against the very tip of his penis. She saw his eyes flinch as his senses were further aroused. She moved again, firmly brushing her skirt against the sensitive opening of his erect penis. She could feel him shudder with sensation as she whispered to him.

“Be a brave boy and take your punishment. I want you to arch your back and push your bottom out. Do you think you can do that for me Timothy?”

She could see that the boy's mind was in turmoil at being asked to help in his own chastisement. Gail held his face firmly as she looked him in the eye. “Do try and be a brave little boy.” She took her hands away from his cheeks and cupped the fingers of one hand under his chin, keeping his head turned upwards to look in her eyes.

“Now I want you to keep your head turned towards me… do not try and look away… do you understand?”

Gail delighted in his expression. His face betrayed his feeling of embarrassment and apprehension perfectly. She took her hands from his face and placed the flat of each palm against his nipples before running her fingernails lightly over the soft nubs of flesh. He almost gasped with the sensation, his eyes flinching as she aroused the skin, feeling the puckered points tighten as she toyed with them. She held his eye as she let her hands deliberately slide down over his tummy, signposting his further humiliation and her mastery of his young body. With one hand she quickly grasped his penis and pushed the foreskin back, at the same time she slid her other hand lower and firmly encased his bulging scrotum within her delicate fingers.

She could see the anguish in his face as she spoke quickly and quietly.

“I am afraid Susan that I will have to ask that you use all your strength with the slipper. Would you please give Timothy the first stroke… I want it placed exactly on the centre of his buttocks.”

Gail looked deep into his eyes as she pinched his foreskin between finger and thumb. The soft skin folded over the tip of his penis causing him to jerk his hips backwards just as the slipper landed firmly on the very centre of his buttocks.

“ssssssssssssSSSSSS.” Timothy hissed with pain as Gail looked into his face. Her delight heightened by his pleading expression. Her voice was calm and her tone caring as she spoke softly to him.

“Now Timothy, don't forget to thank me. I am having your bottom spanked for your own good. It is not something that I want to do, but it is my duty to help you to remember to be a good little boy.”

His expression delighted Gail. She could see that her beauty and her authoritarian manner had the young boy firmly under her control.

“Ooooh… misss… thank you miss.”

No sooner had he uttered the words than he felt his foreskin being jerked rapidly down the shaft of his penis. The sudden intimate and yet nonchalant handling of his most private parts made him jerk his bottom backwards. It was at that moment that the second stroke of the leather slipper smacked sharply against the centre of the cheeks of his bottom.

“Slapppppp.”

He looked at Gail, his eyes apprehensive and pleading as his buttocks absorbed the sting of the stroke. He felt his testicles being squeezed firmly and his foreskin being pulled forward over the head of his penis as he hissed in anguish.

“Sssss… oh…oooohhhh…th..thank you misssss.”

Gail did not acknowledge his thanks as she pushed his foreskin back again and scored the nail of her thumb over the sensitive opening of his urethra, causing him, once more to jerk his hip backwards with the acute sensation being applied to the very tip of his erect member.

“Slappppppp.”

“Arggghhhhh…” He moaned as again the slipper bit smartly into the cheeks of his bottom.

Gail could see Susan calmly stand back and ready herself to apply the next stroke as the young boy shivered with pain and embarrassment.

Timothy's words were almost incoherent as Gail casually skinned back his foreskin and let her fingernails rub against the sensitive rim of the glans of his penis. Again she squeezed his scrotum, feeling the soft orbs of flesh move within the sac as the boy jerked his hips backwards, trying in vain to escape the acute stimulation to his genitals.

“Number four please Susan and in the same place if you can manage it for me.” Gail watched the boy's face flinch with anticipation as Susan calmly delivered the stroke exactly over the top of the last one.

“Slapppppppp.”

Susan could see that his buttocks were quivering from the infernal sting of the leather slipper. She felt a thrill run through her body as she observed his young body shiver.

Timothy's emotions were in turmoil. He looked into the beautiful face of his tormentress. He felt utterly ashamed and humiliated, his naked body shivered as Gail looked at him with an enquiring eye. He felt her delicate fingers squeeze his testicles and penis as if to prompt him for a response.

“Oh… please er miss er.. I mean ,,,er thank you miss.”

He managed to stammer before he felt his foreskin being pushed back until the skin was stretched tight. He could feel his cheeks flush in shame as he was fully exposed. He could not believe how casually she handled his most private parts, he felt utterly ashamed as the fifth stroke was delivered firmly upon his bottom.

“Slapppppp.”

He yelped in pain as Gail nonchalantly took her hand from his testicles and grasped the shaft of his penis, deliberately she stretched out her other hand, ready to rub the flattened palm over the very tip of his penis. She was well aware that the sensation would be almost unbearable for the young boy.

“Ooooooohhhhh… argggghhhh.” He cried as Gail again looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Haven't you forgotten something Timothy?” She slowly rubbed the flattened palm just once over the sensitive opening of his erect penis. His anguish was written all over his face as he mumbled his reply, his hips jerking with the acute sensation of her hand.

“Ooooohhh… misss…. arrggghhh… er.. th… thank you.”

He had hardly managed to utter the words when he felt the incredible sensation of her palm firmly rubbing the tip of his penis, the motion so firm and rapid that he nearly jumped out of his skin. The sensation was acute, so intense, that he jerked his hips violently, his bottom jutting backwards to such an extent that Gail almost lost her grip as the boy tried to escape her expert stimulation to his most sensitive flesh.

“Arggggghhhhhhhhhhh…. arrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

He cried in anguish as Susan coolly delivered the sixth stroke. She could see the boy's body stiffen and then shiver uncontrollably as Gail reached forward to retain her grip of his genitals.

To Timothy's shame and anguish, his slippering made him wail with utter abandonment. The accumulation of the six strokes, carried out with such apparent nonchalance, had broken his spirit. He cried as a child would cry, his tearful eyes looking at Gail pleadingly, as she held his genitals in a firm grip.

Her words caused him further shame as she addressed Susan.

“Thank you Susan! Little boys have to learn to do as they are told. It is unfortunate that this little boy seems to have some way to go before he learns his lesson. Now stand up straight Timothy while Susan has a look at what naughty little boys look like when they have had their naughty bottoms spanked.”

Timothy stood in utter shame, his hands firmly upon the top of his head and his legs spread as Gail let go of him and stood back to look at him. He shivered and shook, the tears pouring down his face, as he shamefully looked at Susan as she came to stand in front of him. He trembled as she took his erect penis in the palm of her small delicate hand and squeezed the throbbing member. He gasped as she causally exposed him, sliding the foreskin of his penis back until the skin was stretched tight.

“You have been a very silly and naughty little boy Timothy. I hope from now that you will learn to do as you are told.” The shame of her words caused him to blush profusely, the blood rushing to his head and chest, as he stood before the two girls feeling utterly naked and humiliated.

It was Gail that spoke next. “We are going to leave you. You are to stay as you are for forty minutes. You can tell the time from the clock on the wall. When your time is up, you may get dressed. When you are dressed I want you to go to the bathroom and wait for me there. Do you understand me?”

Timothy was utterly shamed as he stammered his reply…. “Er yes miss.”

In that case it only remains for you to thank Susan for slippering your bottom and to apologise to her for your behaviour.

Again Timothy blushed as he looked at Susan. He could not have believed that just a few days ago, she was the pretty girl next door that he had tried to impress with his mature attitude and helpfulness.

Now he stood ashamed and naked! He could hardly countenance the utter indignity of being asked to thank her for slippering his bare bottom, while she stood coolly and calmly in front of him… holding his penis as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

He blushed furiously as he stammered a reply, the tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked at her pretty face.

“Oh pleeeeease miss. I am soooo sorry misss.”

Susan looked at him appraisingly as uttered his apology. Her eyes failed to conceal a hint of amusement at his abject plight. She tapped his penis, her fingertips slapping against the underside of his penis in a derisory gesture. She looked at him realising that her authority over him was absolute. She took her hand away from his genitals and brushed the backs of her fingers against his burning cheek. She looked at him curiously as she stepped backwards to stand beside Gail. She addressed as if she were a school mistress and he, a recalcitrant child. Her voice was firm and authoritative.

“I am pleased that you seem contrite Timothy. I hope we have no further nonsense from you, when I have to wash your little penis and testicles and pop my finger up into your naughty bottom. You have been a very silly little boy… you can just be thankful that it was Gail and I that have to deal with your naughtiness. I am sure that Hazel would have been far more severe with you.”

Timothy's shame was beyond anything he had ever known as the two girls looked at him. He shivered as he stood naked with his hands on his head and his erect penis jutting forward from between his parted legs as both Susan and Gail examined his young body from head to toe.

He shivered and shook as he watched them turn and leave the room, his vision of them blurred through the flood of tears that suddenly welled up into his eyes.

*

 

Gail and Susan had showered together in Susan's bathroom. Afterwards, they sat side by side at the dressing table, their naked bodies touching as they vied for a view in the mirror to carefully re-apply their makeup. Susan still felt the tingle between her thighs where Gail had cheekily slipped her hand and lathered the plump shaven mound of her sex during their shower.

“We will have to hurry, but I do want us to look devastatingly beautiful for the next part of our rather scrumptious evening's entertainment.” Gail pouted her lips in the mirror as she saw Susan burst into fits of giggles at her remark.

Susan stood up and picked up one of the two white tunic style coats that she had borrowed from her mother's nursing wardrobe. “I still think those white coats are too much… I mean without wearing anything underneath. You can see through them and even with the plastic aprons, the boy is going to be able to tell that we are not actually wearing anything underneath.”

“Rubbish darling,” drawled Gail. “He is going to be far to embarrassed to notice anything. The plastic aprons will cover our nipples, but I am certainly going to leave a little cleavage on show.”

Susan could not help laughing as she donned the white coat. She pulled the belted waist tight and admired herself in the long mirror of the wardrobe. She was surprised at the sexy apparition that gazed back at her from the long mirror. The short tunic hugged her naked body with the hem well above her pretty knees. Mischievously she undid the bottom four buttons and posed with her left leg forward. Her tanned thigh slipped through the opening revealing the smooth skin almost to the top of her leg. She undid the top two buttons and leaned forward in a pastiche of a movie star pose, laughing out loud as she observed the sexy image that she had created. Gail turned towards her and carefully examined the way the coat clung to Susan's body.

“You may laugh Susan… but that is exactly the look I had in mind. I think if you slip on the apron and tie it tightly around your waist you will have the boy's eyes popping out of his head. Can you imagine how unnerving that is going to make him feel. Think of it, you will be firm and serious and yet your beauty will have him reeling with embarrassment.”

As Susan put on the clear plastic apron and tied it around her waist, she stood casually with her feet spread apart and her hand upon her hip. The image in the mirror confirmed Gail's prophecy. She did indeed looking beautiful, but at the same time cool and clinical… an obviously daunting vision for a young boy.

Gail looked at her, her expression quite serious and studied. “Can you imagine how he will feel, with you looking like that and telling him to strip naked in front of you?”

Susan nodded sagely. She knew just how sensitive and awkward Timothy could feel. She carefully examined every inch of herself as she raised her chin and looked enquiringly into the mirror. She could not help the lightening thrill that coursed through her body as she suddenly realised just how traumatic an impact it would be for a naked young boy to be handled and inspected by herself and Gail.

Gail and Susan felt cool and fresh as they carried the two large bags across the Garden path from Susan's house. Their matching outfits of white Nylon coats and clear plastic aprons rustled as they walked purposefully towards Timothy's mother's house. They still had ten minutes to spare as they climbed the stairs and entered the bathroom. They had both looked at the closed door of the dining room as they had entered the house, but had decided not to check on the boy. They knew that he would be keen to get dressed before obeying their instructions and coming up to the bathroom. Gail was particularly keen that the boy should not see them until they had prepared the bathroom and were relaxed and ready to greet him.

Carefully and without hurry, Gail ran half a bath-full of warm water, making sure that the water was only just above body temperature. Susan had laid several towels upon the stout table and had placed two large fleet enema bags on to the surface of the dressing table. She unpacked the rest of the towels as well as the lubricants, test-tubes and powders they had brought with them, before discarding the two plastic carrier bags into the waste bin.

“Will he need another enema Gail? These seem quite large in volume, although the nozzle seems a lot smaller than the one the nurses use.”

Gail laughed. “No he won't actually need one, but he is certainly going to be given one. I know the pipes are smaller in diameter, but I shall still lubricate him well with my finger. I can't explain why, but I get such satisfaction from penetrating his bottom, but it just thrills me, especially when he squirms with embarrassment.”

“I know,” Susan smiled. “I feel just the same way. I just love the situation where he has to acquiesce to whatever we wish to do to him, however embarrassed and humiliated it makes him feel.”

Susan looked at Gail, examining her from head to toe. She realised that their appearance would certainly put Timothy into an absolutely humiliating cocoon of shame the moment he saw them. Gail had brushed her hair back from her face, which accented the refined features of her beautiful face. She had also undone the top buttons of her tunic. The cleavage of her young breasts dipped under the top of her apron and yet the swell of firm flesh was still tantalizingly visible through the clear plastic material. The tunic finished well above her knees and Gail, like Susan, had left the bottom buttons undone. As she stood with her legs apart she revealed the smooth lightly tanned flesh of her thighs.

Both girls checked the bathroom for detail. Gail suddenly moved to the pile of towels they had brought with them, feeling between the folds of white fluffy material and suddenly pulling out the tapered diaper. “I think we might just have time to turn down his bed and place this in full view. It should add a little frisson of delight to our evening when he sees it… don't you think?”

The Girls walked from the bathroom to the room next door. Gail switched on the main light and looked around the room. She noted that, for a young teenage boy, he kept his room neat and tidy. They stood at either side of his bed and carefully turned down the top sheet and blankets until they were neatly folded and tucked in at the foot of the mattress. Susan straightened the bottom sheet before Gail placed the humiliatingly brief diaper out onto the middle of the bed. Susan watched as Gail felt in the pocket of her tunic and brought out a large shiny safety-pin which she placed on the centre of the diaper.

“I think that that large container of talcum powder… erm perhaps placed on this bedside table would just complete the picture for him… what do you think Susan?”

Susan giggled at the thought of what the boy would feel when he saw the items waiting for him. She also felt a thrill run through her body as she anticipated seeing him naked with his legs spread apart, unable to resist whatever they felt inclined to do to him. She fetched the container from the bathroom and placed it overtly in the centre of the bedside table. The girls stood side by side in the doorway of the bedroom. Susan slipped her arm around Gail's waist and squeezed as they took one last look at the room before switching off the main light and closing the door.

“I think we will close the bathroom door. It will be far more onerous for him to have to open it, not knowing if we are here or not.” Gail's expression was almost wicked as she looked at Susan with a raised eyebrow. “In fact…” she whispered. “I think I can hear him.” The girls remained silent, listening as the creak of the stairs revealed the boy's progress towards the bathroom.

Susan almost laughed out loud as Gail stood up straight with her legs placed apart and her arms folded in front of her. She faced the door, her expression stern as she waited for the young boy to appear. Susan could hardly contain her excitement as she turned towards the sink and turned on the cold tap. She began to wash her hands in the cold water. ‘Cold hands against warm naked skin should ensure that he feels every touch', she thought. She let her hands stay under the biting cold water as she waited for the inevitable appearance of the young boy.

Timothy trod the staircase as if in slow motion. He felt a sickening dread in the pit of his stomach as he neared the bathroom door. He could not help the blush that suddenly suffused his face and upper body as he placed his hand on the doorknob. The toes of his bare feet curled against the carpet as he steeled himself to enter the room.

Shivering with humiliation he opened the door and entered. In reality he had not known what to expect as he stood, suddenly dumbfounded by the appearance of the two girls. Gail looked at him and raised her eyebrow quizzically, her beauty causing Timothy to shiver uncontrollably. His face betrayed the anguish of his inner feelings as his cheeks burned with a second overwhelming rush of blood to his cheeks. He looked down at the floor, shivering with humiliation as Gail approached him. She placed her fingers under his chin and gently raised his head so that he was unable to avoid her gaze.

“Now Timothy, you are going to be a good boy and do as you are told aren't you. I still have my slipper should you dare to disobey either Susan or myself.”

He blushed and trembled as he looked at the perfect features of Gail's face. He was dumbstruck by the almost surreal apparition of the two girls. Their clinical apparel gave them an immediate authoritarian appearance… at the same time accenting the unnerving beauty and perfection of their bodies and faces. He stood awkwardly in front of them... completely humiliated and humbled.

Gail quickly brought him out of his trancelike state as she announced to Susan. “Please strip Timothy of his clothes would you Susan. We have a lot to get through Timothy, so I want you on your very best behaviour.”

Timothy blushed once more as Gail knew that he would. She looked at his face, noting that his bottom lip was trembling as she stood back and let Susan stand in front of him. Although she ostensibly busied herself arranging the enema packs upon the towelling surface of the table, she observed Susan's handling of the boy.

Timothy looked up at Susan and blushed as she took his wrists, her fingers cold against his burning flesh. He trembled as silently she raised his hands until they were stretched out above his head. He could not help shivering as her cold hands slipped under the waist of his T shirt. She flattened the palms against either side of his waist as he timidly stood with his hands stretched upwards. The ignominy of being stripped by the young girl was heightened by the proximity of her beautiful face and body. Shivering he reluctantly allowed the girl to slide her hands upwards, his flesh shivering with goose-bumps as she slipped the garment up over his head. His feeling of nakedness was already acute as she placed the T shirt on the hook behind the bathroom door. Obediently he had left his hands raised in the air as she returned to stand in front of him. With an almost deliberately sensual motion, she brushed the hem of her tunic away from her legs and knelt before him on one knee.

“Put your hands flat on top of your head and keep still while I take your trousers down… there's a good boy.” The humiliating words were hardly out of her mouth when she nonchalantly slipped his belt from the buckle and loosened the ends, letting them hang to the sides as she began to unbutton his trousers. He trembled in utter humiliation as she opened wide the fly of his trousers, before sliding them down his legs to his ankles. One by one she lifted his feet and completely divested him of the chinos. She left him standing in just his under shorts as again she hung the garment on the hook behind the bathroom door.

He watched in dread as she returned and bent down on one knee in front of him, the bared flesh of her thigh unnerving him as she casually placed her fingers in the waistband of his under shorts. He trebled as her cool fingers seemed to play with his bare flesh. Slowly and with a casual nonchalance she lowered his shorts, inch by inch the garment slid from his waist. He looked up to the ceiling in shame, feeling the waist band brush over his penis as she bared him completely. Slipping the material over his thighs and down to his ankles, she looked up at his blushing face.

“There we are Timothy, just lift your feet for me.”

He could not help looking down as she completely divested him of the last of his clothing. He could feel her breath against his genitals as she unhooked the garment from his feet and stood up. Her body was only inches from his as she looked into his face. “Well done Timothy, now just stand with your feet well apart. I want to check your testicles to see how swollen they are. I'll just hang these up and then come back and check you. Feet well apart now!”

Timothy blushed as Susan smiled innocently at him before moving behind his naked body to hang up his under shorts. He looked towards Gail, blushing immediately as he saw that she was deliberately looking down at his genitals. He dropped his head immediately as she caught his eye, his face burning with the utter shame of his nakedness.

Susan hung up the shorts and turned to examine the boy from the rear. His young body looked perfect in every detail as she admired the swell of his buttocks and the firmness of his flesh. She could see that his bottom was still reddened from his slippering and could not resist adding to his humiliation by mentioning the fact.

“Your little bottom is quite red Timothy, I hope that perhaps that perhaps my having to slipper you is going to help you to remember to be obedient in the future.” Deliberately she ran her cool fingers lightly over the curve of his slender waist and down over the hillock of his buttocks. She could feel the boy flinch at her touch. His embarrassment seemed almost palpable as she moved her body close to his and slid her hand down lower letting her fingers slip between the crease of his bottom.

She slid her other hand around his waist with her fingers resting flat against his lower stomach. She tightened her grip, pressing her breasts against his back as she slid her fingers between his buttocks and through his parted legs. With a sigh of delight her fingers closed over the swollen flesh of his scrotum, encasing the sensitive orbs within her gentle grasp.

She heard a sharp hiss of breath escape from his lips as her cool fingers closed around the warm flesh of his scrotum.

“My my Timothy, they are swollen aren't they. I think we shall have to check you a lot more frequently than we have been doing. What do you think Gail, they feel really full.”

Gail did well to hide the smile that played around her lips. She moved to stand in front of the naked boy, making sure she had his full attention before she delicately took hold of the tip of his penis between her finger and thumb, lifting the flaccid flesh upwards so that she had a clear view.

“Now keep still and don't fidget while I examine you.”

She watched as Susan deliberately jiggled the soft egg-like balls. Gail could clearly see how they stretched the skin of the scrotum as Susan moved them around within her delicate fingers.

“Well Timothy, it is quite obvious that your little penis will have to be milked.” She slid the foreskin back, carefully exposing the sensitive rim of the glans. She felt the boy involuntarily jerk his hip as she exposed him.

“Now do try and keep still Timothy. I really don't want to have your bottom slippered again so soon.” Nonchalantly she pushed his foreskin back until the skin was stretched tight. Timothy felt that totally exposed and naked, as if Gail was exposing the very core of his being. The shame of standing naked with his hands upon his head and having his foreskin stretched back to fully expose his penis was just to shameful to bear. He gasped.

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhh. Oh please miss!!!”

Gail looked at him, moving her head towards his so that he could not escape her gaze. Her expression was of that of a mild enquiring look, as if to say… ‘I am not hurting you am I?

Timothy did not know where to put himself, such was his shame as Gail spoke to Susan, her voice casual and matter of fact as she held the boy's penis firmly.

“I am afraid that he will have to be milked very thoroughly. His testicles are swollen and I can feel that his penis is beginning to engorge. I am convinced that we will have to stimulate him well inside his bottom if we are to completely drain him of his semen. We will have to show his sample to the nurse tomorrow, so that will mean extracting it straight into the test-tube.” Gail could feel the boy's penis begin to throb uncontrollable as the flesh quickly hardened into a firm and vigorous erection. Timothy blushed with shame as Gail let go of his penis and watched as it bobbed upwards of its own volition. The boy looked down at himself in shame at his erection as Gail nonchalantly slapped the rigid flesh from side to side.

“Really Timothy, you seem to have no control over your emotions. Well I suppose that we can expect no more than this sort of behaviour from little boys of your age.”

Her words stung the boy to the very core as she slapped his penis once more. He had never felt so shamed or humiliated. Their ‘matter of fact' handling of his most sensitive flesh, allied to their derisory remarks, had fuelled his utterly humiliating anguish to a fever pitch.

“Come along Timothy, I want you to bend over and rest your chest on the table with your legs spread apart. I want them nice and wide apart now! I am going to give you an enema and I want you to relax your cheeks so that I can lubricate your bottom properly. I shall be inserting my finger, so I want you to make sure that you relax your buttocks properly. You will be in a very good position for a sound spanking, should you think of disobeying me.”

Timothy's face was absolutely bright red as the girls carefully positioned him against the table. Their hands deliberately brushed against his erect penis as they reached underneath him, positioning his legs widely apart with his trembling bottom raised into the air. They placed his chest flat against the towelled surface of the table with his head resting on his hands and his head turned towards the dressing table.

Gail made sure that the boy was watching her as she took a tube of lubricant and asked Susan to coat her fingers. She lowered her hand until it was in front of Timothy's face and held out two fingers in a rigid posture.

Susan had to stifle a giggle of delight as she squeezed lubricant on to the palm of her hand and rudely formed her hand into a cylinder before sliding it up and down over Gail's extended fingers.

Timothy groaned with embarrassment and apprehension as he saw the two extended fingers and the deliberate way that Susan was sensuously sliding her hand over them. Involuntarily he squeezed his buttocks together at the thought of the impending intrusion of Gail's fingers up into his bottom.

Susan stood upright and moved behind Timothy. Without warning she slapped his bottom cheeks hard. She thrilled as he gasped in shame and cried out. “Arggghhh… ooohhh.”

Now that was just a little warning to keep your bottom well relaxed, don't be such a baby.” She moved to the side of his hips and facing away from his head, leaned over his bottom. Almost sensuously she slipped the fingertips of both hands between the cheeks of his bottom and pried the flesh apart. She completely ignored his groans of anguish as she watched Gail gently slide her extended fingers in-between the quivering cheeks and begin to probe the sensitive flesh of his sphincter. Susan leaned over the small of his back as she felt the boy try to rear up in anguish. Quickly she let go of his left buttock and reached underneath him, the back of her hand brushed against his throbbing penis as reached for his testicles. Grasping the swollen sac firmly, she pulled downwards.

“Let's have no nonsense now. This has got to be done for your own good Timothy. Now just relax….”

“Arggghhhh….ooooooooOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH.” The firm thrust of Gail's fingers was immediately accompanied by an agonising wail from the young boy. Gail had felt the sphincter relax for just a fleeting moment and had immediately penetrated the boy deliberately and firmly. She felt the tips of her fingers encased in the firm pressure of his sphincter muscle as she impaled him.

“There we are, now try and keep still while I open your bottom up a bit. If you move I shall slipper your bottom so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week.” Susan let go of his testicles and grasped the shaft of his penis, feeling it throbbing violently as she squeezed the rigid flesh.

Do you think his penis is responding to your fingers in his bottom already Gail? It seems to be throbbing quite heavily!

Gail smiled as she began to insinuate her fingers up into the young boy's bottom. She felt a thrill of delight as slowly and surely she slid her fingers further up into him. His gasps and groans seemed to add to her feeling of control over his young body.

Timothy felt utterly foolish as the girls discussed him as if he were not there. He could not help grunting and groaning as Susan held his penis firmly and Gail plied her fingers skilfully, carefully stretching his sphincter until she could slip her fingers easily up into his bottom.

He grunted with the acute sensation of Gail's fingertips finally penetrating him deep into his bottom. He almost jumped out of his skin as she casually slid her fingertips over the sensitive flesh of his prostate gland.

Susan felt the answering throb from his penis as Gail stimulated the boy to a fever pitch. She looked at Gail raising an eyebrow, and shaking her head in warning to Gail that the boy was almost losing control.

Susan let go of his penis and reached for the lubricant, slipping the nozzle alongside Gail's fingers and squeezing more of the gel over the boy's sphincter.

“Arrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. oooooooooooOOOOhhhhHHH.” Timothy could hardly contain his anguish as Gail firmly stretched his sphincter, feeling the firm muscle relax it's grip around her fingers as she plied her fingers through the orifice again and again, until they slid in and out with ease.

“There that should do, what a fuss little boy's make when they are having their bottoms seen to.” She pushed her fingers in again as she motioned to Susan. “Be a dear and pass me the enemas. I am going to let you give him them both… rather than empty one first; it should be sufficient as he has already had one earlier.”

Susan raised her eyebrows in surprise at Gail's announcement. She could not help the thrill of delight as she proffered the bag to Gail, who pulled off the seal with her free hand before extricating her fingers from Timothy's bottom. Quickly she introduced the thin clear plastic tube into the opening of his sphincter, watching as the entire length slipped up easily into his anus.

“Would you squeeze the bag in one firm motion so that he gets a thorough douche in one go.

Susan could hardly contain her excitement as she took hold of the soft plastic which was heavy with liquid. She moved to the side so that she could observe the boy's face and placed her cupped hands at either end of the soft oblong container so that she would be able to empty most of the contents with just one firm squeeze.

Gail looked at Susan as she pushed the bag between the cheeks of his bottom. The boy grunted as the cool plastic pressed against the cheeks of his bottom.

“Now keep still and take a nice deep breath… come along Timothy, pay attention.” Susan watched as the boy began to draw in air. Susan did not wait for him to complete his breath before she squeezed the bag, her hands pushing against each end with all her strength. The result was astonishing as the boy reared up and threw his head back in anguish.

“Arggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Ooh oh oooooohhhh”, he cried. The wail increased in volume as Susan thrust the bag hard between the cheeks of his bottom, emptying the remains of the fluid in a sudden burst.

“Ooooohhhhhh… missssssss.” He hissed as Susan nonchalantly pulled the tube from his bottom. Timothy clenched his buttocks firmly together as he stood upright. Rather than let the boy recover from the shock of the water Gail quickly delivered several hard slaps to his bottom, chiding him as she put her arms around his waist and bent him over again.

“Over you go young man and get that bottom well up and relax those cheeks… we will have no nonsense now!”

“Ohhh pleeeeasse miss noooo more,” the boy sobbed. The shock of the smacks to his bottom and the feeling of the cool water inside him caused him to shiver as Susan nonchalantly greased the fingers of her right hand and quickly delved between the cheeks of his bottom until she located his sphincter. Almost immediately she penetrated the opening and pushed her forefinger through, feeling the muscle stretch as she penetrated him fully.

“Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” The cry escaped from his lips as Susan quickly found the plump mound of his prostate gland and scored her fingernail over the sensitive flesh.

“Now keep still while I lubricate you Timothy.” Susan managed to keep her voice calm, hiding the excitement she felt at having the young boy at her mercy. She watched as Gail settled the boy back into position and took the second of the enema bags. She removed the sterile cap and placed the bag on top of the boy's buttocks. Susan quickly withdrew her finger from his sphincter and took hold of the long tube. Slowly and deliberately she teased the end of the tube around the puckered flesh of the opening of his bottom, watching fascinated as the flesh recoiled at each prod of the smooth plastic. She thrilled with delight as she watched his hips jerk and shudder as she manipulated the tube into the opening of the sphincter. “Now keep still Timothy, I don't want to have to take you over my knee and smack you again.”

Without preamble she casually pushed the tip right up into him. Taking hold of the bag, she introduced the rest of the clear tube, watching as each inch of the clear tubing passed through his sphincter and disappeared up inside him. Finally she pushed the soft plastic container of liquid firmly between the cheeks of his bottom.

“Take a nice deep breath now Timothy.”

Again she waited until he started to draw air into his lungs. Without further warning she suddenly squeezed the bag firmly, watching the contents empty rapidly, as she forced the liquid up into his bottom.

“Argggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh….oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… miss ser.” His cry was cut short as Gail took his head in her hands and looked into his face. She could see that the coldness of the water had shocked him as she pouted her lips and looked into his eyes.

“Poor baby, never mind it's all inside you now. Just try and stay as you are for a few minutes and then I will sit you on the lavatory and you can empty your little tummy.” She stroked her hand over his shoulders and down onto his waist. She caught Susan's eye as she stroked her hand down over his quivering buttocks. Her impish grin had Susan stifling a giggle as she held the soft crumpled bag firmly between the cheeks of Timothy's bottom.

The absolute ignominy of the following ten minutes embarrassed Timothy so much that he blushed and trembled his way through the humiliating procedure of being led to the toilet bowl and made to sit while he expelled the contents of his stomach.

He was made to stand while both Susan and Gail examined the contents of the bowl. They were not surprised to find that the contents were absolutely clear as the nurses had made sure that his earlier enema had been most thorough.

Gail issued instructions as they helped Timothy towards the stout table. “Now come along up on the table on your hands and knees, come along now that's the way.” Timothy blushed and trembled as the girls helped him up onto the table, their hands cheekily spreading his legs until his knees were parted wide.

“Now down on your elbows, so that we can get that little bottom further up into the air. Ah, that's it… do you see Susan his buttocks are spread nicely apart… that position will do nicely.”

Timothy was blushing profusely as he resting his head on his forearms, acutely aware that every intimate part of his body was now rudely on display. He waited, not daring to look towards the girls as they left him for a few moments while they busied themselves amongst the bathroom sink and shelves.

Timothy heard their preparations but was still surprised when a felt a warm wash cloth being placed over his bared buttocks. He felt utterly ashamed as Gail placed her hand on his face, making him open his eyes. “Now Timothy Susan is going to wash you first… so keep still.” Gail thrilled as she say his cheeks blush and his lip tremble with embarrassment. She stroked his cheek and leaned forward do that she could observe every nuance of the young boy's humiliation.

Timothy felt even worse as Gail observed him so closely. He could not help blushing as Susan slipped the wash cloth between his legs and proceeded to thoroughly wash his penis and testicles. He flinched and gasped as Susan retracted his foreskin and rubbed the cloth over the glans of his penis. The embarrassment was made worse as he realised that Gail was watching not only his face, but also the deft manipulation of his penis and testicles as Susan handled him without deference to his modestly.

Gail looked into his eyes, her beautiful features betraying nothing of the thrill she felt as she watched Susan's actions out of the corner of her eye.

“Now be a good boy and try and keep still for this next little bit… I know you can be a good little boy when you try.” Timothy blushed once more as Gail spoke to him as if he were a young child. He could not help looking nervously at her cool expression as her eyes quickly looked down towards his raised bottom.

His first inkling of what the girls were going to do to him was when a lathered shaving brush was suddenly slapped between the cheeks of his bottom.

“OOooohhhh.” His gasp of surprise was cut short by Gail's stern voice. “Now keep still you naughty child while Susan shaves your bottom. I don't want you to fidget or fuss while she is holding the razor.”

Timothy refrained from uttering another sound as he knelt in total humiliation as his young neighbour pried his cheeks this way and that as she shaved between the crease of his buttocks. Although Timothy was already bereft of any pubic hair, his flesh felt smoother as Susan ran her fingers lightly over the area that she had just shaved. He could not help gasping as she began to lather underneath his testicles, nonchalantly moving his bulging scrotum this way and that, until he was completely covered in foam. She carefully moved the razor over his skin feeling the flesh by smoothing her fingertips behind the razor until his skin was as smooth as marble. She smoothed her hand all over his buttocks and between his legs before slapping him gently on the bottom.

Every part of Timothy's embarrassment was closely observed by Gail as she looked into his eyes. Her own expression betrayed nothing other than mild interest and surprise at the boy's obvious humiliating distress. She smiled to herself as she watched yet another expression of pure horror appear on his face as Susan addressed him, her voice firm and authoritative.

“Right young man, I want you lying on your back with your legs spread well apart so that I can have unhindered access to your penis and testicles. Come along now, I have to shave you thoroughly… so get to it.”

Timothy could not believe the embarrassment he felt as he turned himself over hesitantly parting his legs. Without hesitation Gail took hold of the crook of his knee and placed his leg until it was laid over the side of the table. Without a moment's thought for the boy's embarrassment she moved around to the opposite side of the table took his other leg. She could see the almost pleading expression on his face as she stretched his legs wide as she placed the crook of his knee over the side of the table.

Timothy gasped in anguish rather than pain as his thighs were stretched widely apart. He felt so indecently exposed that he almost fainted with the embarrassment of his position.

He could not help looking at Gail as she turned his head towards her and held his face in her hands. “Now I want you to keep quite still while Susan shaves your little penis.”

He looked up at her face and then watched in shame as she stroked her hand slowly down his chest and over his stomach, her fingers eventually slipping beneath the flesh of his flaccid penis. She began to flip it from side to side as if it were of no consequence, watching the flesh roll over his bared pubis. She reached for the tip of his penis with her other hand and gently pinched the exposed glans.

She ignored his gasps of anguish as she spoke directly to Susan. Her words causing the boy to blush so profoundly that his cheeks seemed to flush a deep shade of purple.

“I am just going to stimulate his penis for you Susan, so that you can shave him more easily. It should not take more than a moment for him to become erect, you know how little control this young man seems to have over his emotions.”

She lifted his penis from his pubis and drew back the foreskin, exposing the glans completely. Without warning she gripped the shaft and ran her flattened palm over the sensitive opening of his member, ignoring the frantic jerking of his hips at the agonising sensation.

“Do try and keep still Timothy, or I shall smack your bottom.” She watched as he turned his blushing face to the side and closed his eyes in shame. Gail could feel his penis begin to throb as she continued the agonising sexual torture to the tip of his penis. Susan could not help herself as she leaned forward and cupped his testicles in the palm of her hand, feeling the flesh recoiling in response to the agonising sensations that Gail was producing in his young body.

Suddenly she let go of his penis and watched as it bobbed upwards of its own volition. “You see Susan,” Gail slapped his penis from side to side as she spoke, “He has no control at all, little boys can be quite disgusting. I think that we shall have to be very vigilant that this young man does not start playing with his little willy.”

Susan was only just successful in stifling a giggle as she looked down at the boy's naked body. She could see that his lips were trembling and that a tear of shame had suddenly run down his cheek at Gail's hurtful and shaming words.

Nonchalantly she slapped the soapy shaving brush over his pubis and deftly took a firm hold of his penis. She began to shave him, her deft strokes making a pathway of bared flesh through the lather.

Timothy shuddered as he felt his penis and testicles being handled so familiarly and casually. He could not help jerking his hips as Susan causally stretched his foreskin up over the glans of his penis as she began to shave the bottom of the shaft. His eyes flew open to reveal Susan casually moving his penis to and fro as she bent to her task.

The apparition of his young neighbour handling him in such a way, made Timothy feel faint. Her blonde hair, which was tied back, accented the beautiful bone structure of her face. The flesh of the upper part of her firm breasts was clearly visible as she leaned forward. Her lips were parted as she diligently moved her razor over his sensitive flesh.

Susan could not believe the thrill she felt as she handled the young boy's penis and testicles. She marvelled as his penis throbbed each time that she touched it. She took her time, savouring every moment as she toyed with the boy's sexual emotions.

Gail watched the young boy. Her control over him had progressed to such an extent that she was sure that she could manipulate him just as she required. She bent over him and took his head in her hands, forcing him to look into her eyes.

Timothy looked up at her, the beauty of her eyes seemed envelope him as if he had dived into liquid pools of heaven.

“Now try and be a good boy for the next part won't you… just for me sweet boy.” Timothy was absolutely bewitched by her beauty and presence. “Will you do that… just for me Sweetie?”

Such was the mesmerizing beauty and subtle manipulation of his senses that he spoke in rapturous breath.

“Oh yessss…ssss missss.”

Susan knew that Timothy would be regretting those words before long, but she also knew that Gail had demonstrated her complete mastery over him. Whether it was the threat of punishment or the request to please her, she knew that the boy would respond, however reluctantly and whatever the anguish and embarrassment he was made to feel.

Timothy jerked his hips as Susan slapped the wash cloth over his groin and deftly proceeded to clean any lather that was left, off his skin. Her indifference caused him acute embarrassment as she brushed aside his penis and testicles, nonchalantly stretching back his foreskin as she moved his intimate flesh to and fro.

She then took a towel and rudely dried every inch of his genitalia and pubic area, her deft and nonchalant actions causing the boy to blush in embarrassment and confusion.

It seemed that the girls were performing a carefully orchestrated scenario; Gail looking into his face, her expression cool and appraising, while Susan handled the boy's genitals and sexual emotions, as if his feelings were of no consequence. The entire procedure left the boy in a highly strung state of acute embarrassment and confusion. His blushing face and trembling lips were a testament to the skilful and deliberate attack on his naive sensibilities.

Abruptly, his torment came to a stop. Without a word they took his legs and placed them together, before helping him from the table. Shakily he let himself be helped down and supported as they stood him in the bathtub of shallow tepid water. His respite from their ministrations and their humiliating handling of him was short-lived.

“Right Timothy,” Gail spoke firmly as her eyes appraised every inch of his naked body. “I want you to put your hands flat upon the top of your head and stand with your legs wide apart. We are going to give you a thorough bath.”

Timothy looked at the two girls, his lips were trembling and even his legs were shaking as he looked at them in acute embarrassment. They both stood with their arms folded, their legs astride. Their white tunics and clear plastic aprons, gave them a clinical and authoritative air as they stood examining his nakedness. Timothy could not assuage the feeling of helplessness as he placed his hands on his head, the action virtually stripping him of any defence against whatever they might wish to do to his body.

He struggled with his acute embarrassment as he shuffled his feet through the water until his legs were stretched wide. He was acutely aware that his penis was still engorged and he could feel the cool air around his testicles as they bulged freely between his widely parted thighs. He felt a shudder run through his body as Gail moved towards the sink and lathered her hands, she stood in front of him with her hands held up like a surgeon. She looked at him enquiringly, her cool expression daring him to protest as Susan moved to the sink and also lathered her hands.

He stood trembling, not daring to protest as Gail moved around the free-standing bathtub, while Susan moved to stand in front of him. He almost jumped out of his skin at the first touch of Gail's hands upon his body. She placed her hands gently underneath his arms and began to wash him from the rear. Her delicate palms slid around his chest as she began to bathe him. His reaction was that of a frightened animal being soothed as Susan moved forward and placed her palms on either side of his hips.

He stood shivering with embarrassment as the girls gently bathed him, their hands smoothing over his skin gently and sensuously. They deliberately avoided his genitals and pubic area, instead concentrating on his chest and his legs. He trembled and shook with the acute embarrassment of the two beautiful schoolgirls bathing him. The silence in the bathroom was only punctuated by their gentle breathing and his own gasps and muted moans as their hands caressed his skin.

The humiliating procedure continued with both girls carefully avoiding his bottom and his pubic area. This deliberate omission made the boy acutely aware that each moment heralded the time when they would eventually turn their attention to his bottom and his penis and testicles. He grimaced and trembled as the girls bathed him, their silence adding to the expectant atmosphere within the room.

He looked up to the ceiling in despair as the girls deliberately caressed his flesh in a sensual manner. He did not see the Gail signal to Susan, that their fun was about to begin.

“Arggggggggggghhhhhh.”

Timothy gasped… the reluctant explosion of breath wrenched from his lips as, abruptly and nonchalantly. Gail slid her hand down his back and slipped her fingers into the crease of his bottom at the very same moment that Susan ran her hand upwards over the inner flesh of his thigh and cupped his testicles in the palm of her soapy hand.

“Oooohhhhhhhhhhhh.” Timothy could not help moan as the cheeks of his bottom were suddenly spread apart and Gail's gentle fingertips prodded firmly at the very centre of his sphincter. At the same time, Susan took a firm grip of his rapidly erecting penis, slipping the foreskin back over the rim of the glans and stretching the delicate skin down the shaft. The two simultaneous actions made him gasp with deep anguish.

“Argggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh…oooohhhhhhhhhhhh please er missssssssss. Oh oh… please noooooooooooohhhhhhh.”

Gail's answer to the boy's pleading was a series of sound slaps to the cheeks of his bottom. He gasped in humiliation as she smacked his bottom six times in quick succession.

“arrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” He gasped with the embarrassment and indignation of being smacked by the young head girl. He groaned as she chided him, at the same time slipping her hands back between the cheeks of his bottom.

“My you are a naughty boy. I had thought that both Susan and I had made you see the error of being disobedient. I shall not hesitate to bend you over right here and now and give you a sound spanking if you persist in this unseemly behaviour Timothy.”

Timothy shivered and shook with dismay and shame as the Susan began to diligently handle his genitals and Gail slipped her fingers deep within the crease of his bottom. He jerked his hips forward in a reluctant and anguished gesture as Gail deftly penetrated his sphincter with a soapy forefinger.

“Now do try and keep still and let's have no more nonsense.” Gail's tone was that of a young schoolmistress as she slid her finger right up into his bottom. The involuntary reaction of his hips was taken advantage of by Susan who gripped his erect penis firmly and slipped her fingers over the rim of the glans. He shivered and shook, his body trembling in a violent spasm as she deftly encircled her fingers over the sensitive rim and moved her hand up and down rapidly. The sensation was overwhelming; he could not help pushing his bottom backwards at the acuteness of the intense sexual sensation. The movement was quickly stifled as Gail slid her middle finger alongside her forefinger and stretched his sphincter wide as she penetrated him fully with both fingers.

“arggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” He moaned as Gail located his prostate. He threw his head back and wailed as Gail quietly signalled to Susan. Incredibly the girls increased the movement and intensity of their attack upon his senses. The motion of Susan's fingers over the glans of his penis was almost a blur as she stimulated the flesh to a fever pitch.

It was the sudden series of insistent prods to his prostate gland that heralded the first orgasmic spasm of ejaculation. The boy's body tensed into a rigid paroxysm of anguish and blinding sensation, as delightedly Gail and Susan produced an almost volcanic eruption of semen from his captive penis.

“Argggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. oooooooooOOOOHHHH…. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaase….noooooooooooooooooooo.”

Timothy threw his head back, his jaw slack as he gasped and groaned his utter distress as he ejaculated wildly. “ohhhh pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaseeee missssssssssssssssss.”

Time and time again his penis erupted with a new spurt of semen, the violence of his orgasm jetting the semen onto the front of Susan's Apron. His penis throbbed uncontrollably as the Girls deftly milked him; their skilful manipulation of his most sensitive flesh denuded him of any vestige of self control.

The girls ignored him as they continued to stimulate his body. Their fingers were skilful and subtle as they explored every nerve ending, eliciting every possible sexual sensation from the young boy.

“Argggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… ooohhhhhhhhh… arggghhh… please misss please nooooooooo more… oh please miss.” His ejaculation held his body in a rigid trance until the pulsing began to subside.

Susan was amazed at the calmness of Gail's voice as she spoke to the distraught and trembling boy.

“Oh dear Timothy… what on earth are you doing. Goodness… little boys seem to have no control at all, what a naughty boy you are. I can't believe that you are doing that… have you know control over yourself. Just look at you… what sort of behaviour is that?”

Timothy could not believe the shame he felt as he reluctantly looked down. He gasped in dismay as he saw Susan milk another thick globule of semen from the tip of his penis. He could feel a deep throb within him as Gail prodded his prostate again, he watched in shame as Susan squeezed the base of his penis and drew her hand upwards in a milking motion to produce the last small tear of semen from the tip of his penis.

Susan looked up at him, her delight and sexual excitement hidden behind the calmness of her voice and her rather disdainful expression.

“You are a naughty boy, Timothy. You show very little control over yourself… you obviously need to be taken very firmly in hand.” She cupped her hand under his scrotum and squeezed his testicles to emphasise her point.

“Now come along get out of the bath so that we can dry you.” Timothy felt the tears well up in his eyes. He felt awkward and ashamed as Gail gently extricated her fingers from his bottom, and patted his quivering buttocks.

They helped him out of the bath, feeling his body trembling almost uncontrollably, as they bade him stand in front of one of the bathroom chairs.

Gail moved in front of him and sat down on the chair. Her knees were touching his thighs as she drew him forward. She placed her hand between his legs and pushed his thighs apart until she could draw the boy forward until his parted legs were placed at either side of hers.

Gail was pleased that he could not see Susan who looked across at her from the sink. Susan was busy cleaning the front of her apron with a washcloth, to Gail's amazement, Susan picked a small globule of semen from the top of her tunic and delicately held it on the very tip of her finger before popping it into her mouth and licking her lips. She looked at Gail and winked as she ran her tongue delicately over her perfect teeth and mimed her satisfaction at the taste of the viscous fluid.

Timothy saw nothing of Susan until she appeared at his side with two large bath-towels. She handed one to Gail and then moved behind him with the other. He stood in total embarrassment as Susan proceeded to dry his shoulders and back. He watched in trepidation as Gail gently lifted the bath towel between his legs and dried his penis and testicles. He shuddered violently, as she drew back his foreskin and rubbed the towelling over the exposed glans. He blushed in shame as he felt Susan's fingers deftly part the cheeks of his bottom and dry the delicate flesh within the crease of his buttocks. The absolute shame of being handled like a small boy increased his distress; he could not hold back the tears that rolled freely down his cheeks.

He dare not look at Gail as she drew him even closer, his genitals almost touching her breasts as he stood with his legs parted at either side of hers. Gail delighted in the boy's position. As soon as Susan had finished drying his bottom she dropped her towel to the floor and placed her hands on his hips, before running her hands down the back of his legs to the crook of his knees.

“Never mind Timothy, I can see that it has caused you some distress, sit down on my knees, there… that's the way. She pulled her hands forward against the back of his knees. She watched as Susan placed her hands on his shoulders, pressing him down until she could feel the full weight of the boy upon her knees.

Timothy felt utterly awkward at his close proximity to Gail. The plastic material felt cold on the cheeks of his bottom and genitals, as he embarrassedly sat facing Gail. Her breasts were almost touching his chest as she delved between their bodies and took hold of his penis and testicles with both of her hands.

He could feel her sweet breath against his face as she looked him in the eye.

“Never mind… perhaps it has all been too much for you. I was going to take you over my knees and smack your bottom for being so naughty. But I will save your smack-bottom for another time. Now dry your tears… and you can have a little rest.” She let go of his genitals and took the boy by the waist, she leaned back in the chair and drew the boy forward, pressing his head to her shoulder. “Now my little one, just lie against my shoulder… poor baby that's the way… just relax now… there we are.”

She positioned him until he was resting comfortably, his burning cheek touching her face. She thrilled as his body began to relax against hers, she turned her head slowly and kissed him on the forehead.

She heard him murmur contentment as she put her hand around the back of his head and stroked his hair. She smiled as Susan took another chair and sat behind him, her delicate fingers gently stroking over his back in a comforting gesture. Gail could feel the occasional shiver and sob as he gathered himself… but she could tell by the way he lay against her that he was completely under her spell.

It was almost twenty minutes before Gail broke the young boy's idyllic reverie, gently brushing her lips against his cheek, she spoke softly to him. “There… are you feeling a little better now… mmm?”

Gail had been delighted to feel the growing pressure of his penis against her tummy as he dozed with his head against her shoulder. She had conveyed the fact to Susan with a look and a raised eyebrow. Susan had made a face that would have normally had Gail in fits of laughter.

Susan helped the boy up into a standing position with his legs still spread either side of Gail's knees, seated as she was with them primly together. To Timothy's shame he realised that his penis had erected once more. He face was absolutely crestfallen as Gail looked at him, her face betraying none of the delight she felt at his utter embarrassment.

“Well Timothy, you have had a little rest… and you seem to have got over your tears. I am afraid that your little accident in the bath will not preclude you from supplying a sample of semen for the nurse. Stand still and let me feel your testicles.”

The boy almost jumped out of his skin as Gail reached forward and pulled his scrotum out from between his legs. With her other hand, she took hold of his penis and moved the stiffened member to the side as she felt his testicles.

“They are still quite swollen, although they are obviously not as full as I would have liked them. The doctor needs to keep a proper record of your emissions and I am afraid that your little performance while you were being bathed, will not help.” She looked up at the boy's blushing face.

“I am afraid that you will need a severe stimulation to your prostate gland if we are to get anything like a full sample. So I am going to ask you to assume the same position upon the table that you were in while Susan was shaving the area around your penis. That is, lying on your back with your legs spread outwards on either side of the table. Will you go and do that for me now while we prepare what we need to extract a full sample from you?”

Timothy could not have blushed anymore than he did right now. He felt the blood suddenly and swiftly suffuse his cheeks until they were glowing bright red. He stood looking dumbfounded as Gail squeezed his testicles once more before releasing both his penis and scrotum.

“Off you go now.” She watched him as he shuffled his feet back and turned towards the table. She knew that it would be even more embarrassing for him, to have to lay himself down in such an exposed position, than it would be for him to have herself and Susan do it for him. The girls moved towards the dressing table and began to open the tubes of lubricant. They both watched as the boy hesitated, looking at the table in pure embarrassment, before he turned and sat up on the edge. Slowly he shuffled himself backwards, glancing embarrassedly in their direction before lying down.

They almost giggled with delight as they watched him make several attempts to stretch his legs wide enough apart, to clear the edge of the table. He grunted with the effort, as well as with the embarrassment of his predicament, as he accomplished the task.

He detected a look of amusement upon the girls' faces as they came to stand over him. He blushed profusely as they both looked down at his genitals. Timothy could not help following their gaze, shamefully looking down at his erect penis, which was standing upwards from between his legs.

“Just put your hands behind your head Timothy, I don't want to see your hands anywhere near your genitals.” She watched him blush at her remark as she continued.

“As we don't have stirrups to hold your legs up Timothy, I am going to ask you to make sure that you relax the cheeks of your bottom so that Susan can have full and unhindered access with her fingers. We will lubricate your bottom generously, but I intend that you are fully penetrated so relaxing you bottom is very important…. Do you understand Timothy?”

Timothy looked up at Gail, his embarrassment complete, as she laid her hand upon his stomach, somehow the action emphasized that he was completely open to their wishes.

Susan moved to stand at the end of the table. Timothy could not help watching as she placed the specimen tube and a large jar of lubricant between his widely stretched legs.

“Right young man, we will waste no more time. If you are ready Susan then we will begin.”

Both Gail and Susan looked cool and clinical as Timothy eyed them warily. He watched in dread as Susan unscrewed the lid of the jar, dipping all of the fingers of one hand, into it. She scooped up almost a tablespoonful of the clear gel before setting the jar down and leaning forward. Her voice was almost husky as she spoke to him.

“Just relax your bottom for me, like a good boy.” Her words failed to stop his gasp of shock as the cold gel first touched his skin.

“Ooohhhhh. Arrhhh.” Timothy wriggled his hip as much as his outstretched position would allow.

“Relax now, like a good little boy.” Susan whispered through parted lips as she bent forward to her task. She parted his cheeks and smeared the gel over the puckered flesh of his sphincter. He gasped again as she curled her fingers, one after the other, scoring her fingernails over the tightly shut opening to his anus.

“Just relax, there's a sweetie.” Her voice was almost a drawl as she teased her forefinger against his sphincter, the flesh recoiling violently as she gently teased the opening.

“Ooops… there we are!” She pressed her forefinger through the tightly constricted muscle, feeling the young boy jerk with the acuteness of the sensation.

Impudently, she see-sawed her finger in and out of the opening of his bottom, watching and listening in delight to the boy's moans of anguish, as she penetrated him.

Timothy groaned as he suddenly felt her finger push further inside him, penetrating him past the knuckle. He groaned again as suddenly he felt a second fingertip impudently prodding against the opening to his bottom. He cried out in alarm as suddenly both fingers entered his bottom. He tried to raise his hips off the table to alleviate the stretching of his sphincter, gasping in anguish at the intrusion.

“Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh oooooohhhhhh hooooo.” Susan ignored him as she pushed firmly, feeling her fingers slowly and inexorably slide upwards. She could feel his bottom quivering violently as she let the steady pressure she was exerting, carry her fingers fully up into his bottom.

“There we are, all in now… just try and relax Timothy, I want a nice big sample from you. I am going to just run my fingers over your prostate; I want you to tell me if you canfeel anything.” Susan looked at the boy's horror stricken face. She could not bring herself to look at Gail for fear that she would break into a giggle.

She looked at his blushing face, seeing the look of apprehension on his face. Deftly she ran the flesh of her forefinger over the pliant mound of his prostate gland. The effect of her action caused the boy to nearly lift off the table.

“Arrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… ooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh uggghhhh”

Susan held her fingers firm as the boy actually managed to gyrate his hips. “Keep still, I need to see you reaction without you jiggling about all over the place.” Instead of decreasing the pressure, as Timothy expected from his protestation, Susan prodded the sensitive flesh firmly running both fingers over the mound.

She could see that his penis was throbbing mightily as she caused the boy to call out in anguish.

”Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeasse… er miss er noooooo more.”

Gail looked down at the boy's anguished face as Susan relaxed the pressure inside him. She had yet to touch the boy, instead enjoying the nuances of his impalement.

“Thank you Susan, his penis has reacted nicely. Now young man I am going to manipulate your penis for you. Because you have already ejaculated entirely of your own volition, like the naughty boy you are, I am going to have to be far more firm with you. Now look at me and listen. If you don't try and control yourself and stop squirming about like a spoiled child I shall take the strap to your bottom. I believe that you received three strokes from Hazel… I shall give you six. Now look at me and tell me… are you going to behave?”

Timothy blushed and trembled as he looked up at Gail's face. Her cool and appraising expression gave him no hope of any leniency. He blushed again as he stammered.

“I will be g…good… er I pp.promise.”

“Well you have been warned… now lay still.” Gail delicately placed her finger and thumb on the throbbing flesh of the boy's penis as, almost clinically, she slipped the foreskin back to expose the sensitive rim of the glans. She watched as he struggled to keep control of his emotions, looking up at her as she held his penis. She raised her head to address Susan.

“I would like you to keep a steady stroking motion over his prostate until he is ready to ejaculate…. as soon as he starts to pulsate, I want you to try and coax a nice sample from him. Ignore his squirming; children can be so awkward and naughty when they are having their genitals seen to. Would you have the specimen-tube ready for the collection of his semen, please?”

Timothy turned his head in shame as Gail turned her attention to his genitals. Nonchalantly she took a firm grip on the shaft of his penis with her left hand and reached between his bottom cheeks with her right, smearing some of the lubricant on to her fingers.

“A firm pressure if you would Susan!” The boy almost jumped out of his skin as he felt Susan score her fingers over his prostate and at the same time take a firm hold of his testicles. Gail wrapped her fingers into a tube-like shape around the rigid flesh of his penis and began to stroke up and down in a firm controlled motion.

The boy shook his head from side to side as his body was rapidly and firmly aroused by the two girls. Both Gail and Susan knew that however well disciplined the boy might be, he would not be able to control his reaction to the excruciatingly acute sensations that the girls were eliciting from his young body.

The shaving, he had undergone earlier, had made his flesh seem even more sensitive as Susan rolled his testicles around in her hand. She delighted in his torment, thrilling as he grunted each time she altered the alignment of her fingers deep inside his bottom.

Gail kept a close watch on the boy as he began to writhe, his reactions almost delirious as they skilfully manipulated his flesh to a fever pitch. She listened for his breathing, altering the speed and firmness of her grip upon his penis as his breath quickened.

He was moaning almost constantly as Gail looked at Susan and nodded towards his penis, gesturing for her to observe. Susan watched apprehensively, occasionally glancing at the boy's face, as Gail nonchalantly stretched the foreskin down the shaft. She held the skin tightly in place with her left hand as both girls anticipated the boy's reaction. The bared head of his penis was clearly exposed as Gail deliberately formed the fingers of her right hand into a tube and purposefully slipped them over the exposed glans and pumped up and down in rapid movement.

The cry of torment torn from Timothy's throat was so anguished that it took both girls by surprise.

“Argggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease… noooooooooooooooo”

His back was arched in agony as he cried out in utter despair. To Susan's surprise, her own response was to thrust her fingers deep into his bottom and stimulate his prostate with firm prods to the pliant flesh.

“Argggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… please…no…no… no more please… oh please.”

Gail ignored his pleading cry as she rapidly pumped her fingers up and down in a flurry of movement, each stroke so sensitive upon his glans that the boy was beside himself with an acute and agonising torment of sexual sensation.

“Argggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” His wail of anguish seemed to go on for ever as gave vent to his torment.

Susan was fascinated by the boy's reaction as she nonchalantly let go of his testicles and reached for the glass container. Her fingers were thrusting vigorously against his prostate as he tossed his head from side to side. His mouth sagged open and he gasped loudly for breath as she causally held the glass over the tip of his penis. She felt his flesh tense and spasm deep inside his bottom; almost callously she scored her fingernails over the sensitive gland.

“arrrggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh… ooooooooooohhhhhhh.”

Gail nodded to Susan, her expression cool and calm, belying the rapid manipulation of her slender fingers over the most sensitive part of the young boy's flesh.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Ssssssssssssss arrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… pleeeease nooooooooooooooooo….”

Gail could hear the boy's heart thumping in his chest as she bent low, watching as spurt after spurt of semen entered the glass tube. Both Gail and Susan were surprised by the intensity of the boy's orgasm. Gail knew that no one could have resisted the sensation of bare fingers over the acutely sensitive uncovered glans of the penis. She knew that the sensation would have been agonizingly acute for a young boy to bear.

Her hand slowed gradually, as the violent pulses of ejaculation dissipated to a mere throbbing, although each throb was still accompanied by groans and gasps from the distraught young boy.

Gail milked him diligently, running her finger and thumb from the base of his penis right through to the tip. Each motion elicited further globules of semen as casually she extracted the last remains of the boy's agonising ejaculation.

Gently Susan extracted her fingers from inside his bottom and gently cupped her hand around his testicles, squeezing gently as she watched the last drops of semen slide down the wall of the clear specimen-tube. It was Gail who left the boy for a moment and deposited the tube upon the dressing table.

She returned to look down at the distraught boy. His chest was still heaving as he looked up at her anxiously. Gail did not speak but leaned forward and took his face gently in her hands. Without warning she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. “Just stay where you are for a moment sweet boy.”

Susan and Gail lifted his legs and laid them in a more comfortable position over the end of the table. They left him to rest, his strength utterly exhausted from the agonising torment of his reluctant ejaculation. An ejaculation so thoroughly and skilfully extracted from his young body.

Gail emptied the bath and then turned on both taps to their full volume until she had filled it to over half full with comfortably hot water. She readied shampoo and liquid soap by the side of the bath as Susan fetched more towels to hang over the heated towel rail.

It was perhaps ten minutes before they roused the boy into a sitting position and helped him towards the bath. He looked relieved as they sat him down and laid him back so that he was covered almost to his neck in deliciously hot water. For the next fifteen minutes the girls allowed him to relax in the water before Gail bent beside the bathtub and began to wash his hair, rinsing it with a jug of fresh warm water that Susan had filled from the sink. She washed his face and neck, watching him squeeze his eyes shut as she soaped and then rinsed him.

By the time Gail had finished washing his hair Timothy looked quite recovered from the ordeal of his wracking ejaculation. He looked at Gail anxiously as she made him stand-up and face forward.

“Come along Timothy, you know the bath-time routine by now. Hands on your head and legs apart… that's the way now.”

She took his wrists and raised his arms to his head as Susan moved to his rear and slipped her hand in-between his legs, tapping the inside of his thighs gently until he had spread to her satisfaction.

He blushed as Gail looked him up and down and then bent to retrieve the soap from beside the bath-tub.

Without preamble she lathered her hands and passed the soap to Susan. He flinched at the first touch as Gail began to soap his chest and underneath his arms. He could not help shivering at her gentle touch, suddenly jerking his body as he felt Susan run her soapy hands up over his waist, widening the scope of her gentle hands, to wash his back. The girls thoroughly cleansed every part of him, except for his bottom and his genitals. Timothy looked apprehensively at Gail as both girls deliberately, re-soaped their hands to a rich lather. He jerked his hips in an embarrassed reaction to their touch, shuddering violently as both girls placed their hands upon him at the same time.

Gail cupped one hand underneath his testicles and gently took hold of his penis in the other, while Susan impudently slipped her fingers between the deep crease of his bottom cheeks.

They washed his genitals and bottom thoroughly, being particularly gentle at first and then growing bolder as Susan slid a slippery finger up through his sphincter and into his anus. Gail followed suit by slipping his foreskin back along the shaft of his penis and washing behind the sensitive glans.

The boy shivered and shook as the girls gave him no respite from their ministrations. As if on cue they slid their hands from his body and stood back. To Timothy's utter dismay his penis stood out rigidly from his body, throbbing visibly as Gail stood back and examined him. He blushed profusely as she caught his eye, he blushed again as she motioned to Susan to come around from the other side of the bath.

“Can you believe it Susan, his penis is erect again… even though he has only just ejaculated. He is obviously not being milked thoroughly enough…or perhaps the frequency needs to be increased. We will have to tell Hazel in the morning.”

Timothy blushed in shame as he stood in the bath, his embarrassment made even more acute by the fact that he had been made to stand with his hands flat on his head and his legs spread widely apart.

He blushed again as Gail casually reached forward and tapped her fingers against the underside of his erect penis making it bob up and down.

“Oh well Susan, I suppose we had better put him to bed… I really don't know what to do for the best.” To his shame and utter humiliation the girls helped him from the bath and began to dry him. Mischievously, both Gail and Susan made sure that either the towel or their hands kept touching his penis, keeping the rigid member erect and throbbing. They made him bend over and touch his toes while Susan slipped the towel between the crease of his buttocks and dried his bottom.

Timothy felt absolutely humiliated and shamed as the Gail led him naked towards his bedroom, his penis bobbing in front of him like a beacon to remind him of his utter humiliation. She switched on the centre light and left Timothy facing his bed. She pretended not to notice his groan of dismay as he caught sight of the diaper laid out on his bed and the large nappy pin laid on top of it.

Gail's voice was bright and matter of fact as she put her arm around his waist and whispered to him. “Come along then Timothy, lie down on the bed. Sit your bottom right on top of the diaper, it will be a lot easier for me to get you fastened up. Here… let me move the pin, we don't want you sitting on that and it sticking in to your little bottom, do we?”

“Butt.. er miss… please.. er I don't need a ,,,erm a erm nappy.”

“Nonsense” Gail said brightly… it will help to stop you touching your little willy. We don't want you getting into nasty habits do we? Now come along now… it's far too late for me to start having to spank your naughty bottom… so don't let me hear another word from you.”

Susan had stayed in the bathroom to collect a few items that she knew that they might need. She placed a specimen-tube in the top pocket of her tunic and took a tube of lubricant with a long nozzle. Undoing the cap, she placed the tube upright inside the specimen-container so that the clear gel would not ooze out if it were pressed against her pocket.

She hurried to the bedroom to see Timothy looking absolutely crestfallen at the sight of the tapered diaper that they had laid out upon the bed.

She took his shoulders and turned him so that he was facing away from the bed and pushed him backwards so that he was forced to sit down on top of the diaper. Without preamble she bent forward and took his ankles and brought his feet around to lay them on the foot of the bed. Gail slid her hand over his chest and laid him back.

“There what a fuss about getting into bed! Now Susan would you talcum powder his little bottom as well as his penis and testicles for me?”

Timothy blushed as Gail handed the large tin of talcum powder to Susan. The tin had large holes in the top of it and illustrations of babies in nappies upon the side. Timothy looked at the tin and flushed a deep shade of red. He could not believe that the girls were going to sprinkle him with baby powder. He turned his face into the pillow as he felt Susan sit on the bed at his side and slip her finger in between his thighs. “Come along Timmy, open your little legs for me and bend your knees up so that I can sprinkle your little bottom and your willy.”

Timothy groaned as Susan slipped her hand between his knees and pulled one leg up until his knee was raised. “Gail… would you help me… Timmy is being a very difficult little boy.”

Timothy could not believe his acute embarrassment as Susan suddenly got up from the bed and both she and Gail slipped their hands under his knees and raised his legs high in the air. Before he knew what was happening, Timothy felt his legs being raised and bent over his chest, leaving his bottom raised in the air. Seemingly without effort Gail held his knees towards his chest as Susan began to smack his raised bottom as if he were a child.

“Smack smack smack smack…” Susan spanked his bottom until the cheeks began to turn red. She almost laughed at loud as she observed his penis bobbing to and fro in time with her smacks to his bottom cheeks.

Suddenly she stopped as Gail lowered her head and looked into his eyes. “Now Timothy, don't you dare start your naughtiness. Fancy Susan having to smack your bare bottom! Now keep still and let us have no more nonsense.”

Timothy felt so ashamed that he turned his head away. He could not believe the abject humiliation he felt at the hands of the two young girls. He felt Gail take hold of his ankles, keeping his legs raised, but holding them further apart. To his utter humiliation he felt cool talcum powder being showered over his upturned bottom and then the unmistakable feeling of a soft hand gently smoothing the powder over his cheeks. He turned his face further into the pillow as Susan's fingers suddenly delved in-between the crease of his bottom.

“There that's better Timmy. I can manage now Gail if you let his legs down. Don't you dare squeeze your legs together Timmy, I want plenty of room to powder your little willy and your testicles.”

Timothy squeezed his eyes shut, trying anything to distance himself from his humiliation at the hands of the two girls. He did not think that he would ever be able to look them in the face again; such was his utter shame and humiliation. Gail had very different ideas on Timothy's participation. She took hold of his face and turned his head towards her.

“Now Timothy… open your eyes and look at me I want a very serious word with you.”

He flushed a bright and heated shade of red as Gail waited until he opened his eyes. Her beauty exacerbated his feeling of utter shame and anguish as she looked into his face.

Now if you persist in this behaviour I shall be forced to have to take you downstairs and bend you over a chair while I severely chastise your bare bottom with six strokes of the strap… now young man… tell me which is better, to behave… or to have your bare bottom soundly thrashed?

“I am so sorry miss… please miss not that…”

“Well then lie still and let us attend to you,” her face softened and she brushed her hand against his cheek. “…we are only doing what is best for you!”

Gail suddenly saw him flinch as Susan casually took hold of his erect penis and liberally sprinkled his testicles and the area between his legs with talcum powder.

Gail had look of mild amusement on her face as if to say what a silly boy he was at making so much fuss.

“Poor Timmy, my you are a ‘silly billy'.”

He could not help looking down at himself as Susan wrapped her fingers around the top of his penis and slowly and sensually sipped the foreskin down, uncovering the sensitive rim of the glans. He blushed as she sprinkled the powder over the entire length of his penis until it was covered in white.

“Look Timmy, Susan cried out… it looks just like a little snowman.”

Timothy shivered in shame as both girls laughed at his discomfort. It was Gail that looked at him seriously for a moment and then stood up. She switched on the bedside light and then moved to the doorway and turned off the main light.

Timothy watched her as she untied her plastic apron. Almost bewitched by her beauty he watched her as she pulled the apron over her head. He could not help looking at her in adoration as she sat by his side and gently laid her hands on his chest.

“Poor Timmy… you have had a really awful day haven't you… never mind. I am going to let Susan give you a kiss goodnight and then I will do the same.”

She turned and looked meaningfully at Susan. “I think we had better make sure that he is comfortable before we let him go to sleep, what do you think?”

Susan moved to stand behind Gail. She knew that Timothy was watching as she lifted her apron over her head. Deliberately she undid a further two buttons at the top of her tunic, knowing that the sides of her breasts would be visible if she leaned forward. She tapped Gail gently on the shoulder and moved aside to let Gail stand up. Gently she sat down next to the naked boy. She took his face in her hands as she leaned over him.

The soft light from the bedside lamp seemed to accent her beautiful face as she leaned towards him. The boy seemed almost mesmerised by her, as she pressed her soft naked breasts against his chest. She lowered her head and gently brushed her lips over his. She repeated the gesture several times until she felt Gail sit on the bed behind her. She looked deep into his eyes waiting until she saw him flinch suddenly. She knew that Gail had taken hold of his penis as she lowered her head and pressed her lips to his, kissing him gently.

Timothy's heart pounded as Susan kissed him, her hand slipping down over his stomach and pubis. She could feel Gail's hand as it gently stroked his penis. She let her fingers trail between his legs gently lifting his scrotum as she delicately parted his lips with her tongue. Gently, almost reverently she slipped her tongue into his mouth, feeling his heart pound against her breasts as lovingly, she kissed him. Slowly she withdrew her lips and looked into his eyes. Close your eyes for a moment sweetie… until I tell you otherwise. She watched as he obediently did her bidding, his long eyelashes closing over his blushing cheeks. He lay with his eyes closed feeling the hand leave his penis and movement as both girls sat on the bed again. He could hear the rustling of clothes but nothing else.

He felt a hand gently brush his cheek and Gail's voice as she whispered in his ear. It's time for my goodnight kiss now Timothy. Just lay quietly my sweet boy. Gail trailed her hand down over his torso, feeling him flinch as she carefully took hold of his penis. Susan immediately slipped one hand delicately between the cheeks of his bottom and slipped the other beneath his testicles. She waited until she saw Gail begin to slip the foreskin backwards and forwards over the rim of the glans.

Gail looked into his eyes and lowered her head to his; she saw the look of pure love and supplication in his face as she closed her lips over his and pressed her breasts firmly against his pounding chest.

Timothy's rapture knew no bounds as Gail kissed him. The beauty of her face as she lowered her head to his was firmly imprinted on his mind, to be kept forever. Her lips caressed his with the merest pressure. Her right hand controlled his sexual emotion as she slipped the foreskin up and down over the sensitive rim of his penis. Gradually she increased the firmness of her fingers, feeling his body respond almost imperceptibly. She gently teased her tongue through his lips as she scored the nails of her left hand over his sensitive nipple.

She watched for each tell-tale sign of his growing arousal, measuring and responding to his every movement. His penis began to throb within her fingers as she delicately probed the inside of his mouth with her tongue. Even in the dim light Susan could see Gail suddenly hold out two fingers, the gesture accomplished without a break to the cadence of her constant stroking fingers over the boy's penis. Susan could see the head of his penis was pulsing with the desire.

She took the tube of lubricant from her pocket and delicately insinuated the long nozzle of the tube up into the crease of his bottom until she found the sphincter. She squeezed the tube firmly, before slipping the slender nozzle through his sphincter. Gently she withdrew the tube and smeared her forefinger before slipping her hand back between the cheeks of his bottom.

She began to stroke the puckered flesh of his sphincter, gently caressing the opening as she watched the boy respond with small gyrations to his hips.

Gail could feel his body begin to tremble with desire as she gently lifted her lips from his and watched as he inhaled deeply. She held out her fingers again in an urgent sign to Susan as she lowered her head and closed her lips over his. She parted his lips with her tongue and quickly thrust into his mouth, feeling his chest rear up as Susan deftly penetrated his sphincter with her forefinger. Gail knew that the sensation of her kisses and her manipulation of his penis had brought the boy to the very edge of an ejaculation. She gave him no chance to breathe as firmly and inexorably explored his moth with her tongue, while her hand began to move rapidly over his throbbing penis. Again with outstretched fingers she signalled to Susan as she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth and squeezed his nipple firmly.

Susan took her cue, thrusting her finger firmly up into his bottom, she jabbed his prostate with a series of firm prods. Letting his testicles go free as she reached into her pocket and quickly took the specimen-tube to the tip of his penis.

Her hurried action was only just in time as the boy's penis erupted with a violent expulsion of semen into the neck of the tube. There was no sound from the boy as he arched his back violently, his chest heaving as Gail robbed him of his breath and his sanity.

The girls held him in his violent throes of ejaculation; Susan jabbing his prostate deftly and skilfully… while Gail pumped his penis mercilessly, holding his lips captive against hers as she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth.

One… two… three… four… she counted to herself until twenty seconds had passed. She could feel his chest pounding and his body tremble violently as she held in a suspended almost catatonic state of orgasm.

“urggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” He gasped and groaned inwardly as suddenly Gail released his lips. Her hand flew up and down over his penis as she milked him of every vestige of his sanity. Susan felt the violent contractions of his sphincter against her finger as she mercilessly prodded his prostate until the boy suddenly tensed every muscle in his body. Every sinew became rigid as the boy spurted the last of his semen into the waiting container.

Suddenly he went limp, almost as if he had fainted, his jaw hanging slack as he groaned with exhaustion at the intensity of the orgasm that the girls had cleverly wrung from his young body.

“Poor baby… there now… poor baby.” Gail whispered to him as she kissed him gently on his parted lips… there… there.

Susan delicately extricated her finger from his quivering bottom and stood up. She carried the specimen through to the bathroom and returned with a hot wash-cloth and warm towel. Gently she washed the boy as Gail Kissed him tenderly, stroking her hands over his chest and stomach as she soothed him.

His breathing was gentle and even as Gail tenderly stroked his torso and kissed his young lips.

Susan dried him, her gentleness causing him no distress as she dried his penis and testicles. Lovingly, she applied talcum powder to his penis and testicles and between the cheeks of his bottom, before she drew the bottom triangle of the diaper through his legs and placed it over his flaccid penis. She took the ends, and feeling around the bed for the pin, fastened him snugly into the nappy.

She smiled as she looked at her handiwork, his perfectly formed body diapered as one would a young child.

Gail kissed him one last time… her tongue reaching into every crevice of his mouth as she held him in rapture.

She gently lifted her face from his, running her fingers softly over his eyelids, in a motherly gesture to keep them closed. Both girls looked down at his perfect form… smiling as they examined his diapering.

They drew the covers up over him and tucked him in before turning off the bedside light.