Timothy

They had travelled by train, the short half hour journey being spent in the comfort of the first class Pullman car. Hazel had had the luxury of being able to observe the boy closely without his knowledge as he ate his sandwich which had been served to him on a silver tray by one of the smartly dressed waitresses. He was clearly impressed by the quality of service and the fine surroundings. She wondered how he would take the surprise that was in store for him at the doctor's office.

Hazel had been quite impressed with the small brochure that had been sent along with Timothy's appointment card. She had not realised that Dr. Lucy Ashcroft belonged to such a prestigious private practice, or that their facilities were so comprehensive.

Hazel had telephoned her mother and had a long conversation making sure that the date and time of the appointment would be suitable.

After she had put Timothy to bed, she had visited Vicki Grant at her cottage next door and finalised the arrangements for their visit. It had been decided that Vicki would make her own way there and would meet up before Hazel arrived with the boy. They had also decided that the boy would not be informed of who would be there, or in fact any of the arrangements.

The doctor's office consisted of large suite of rooms inside one of the newest and most exclusive business blocks in the area. Even Hazel could not help admiring the beautifully finished lettering and filigree work that was etched into the tinted glass of the double doors entrancing the building, as she ushered Timothy into the opulent foyer.

She had dressed him in his school uniform, deciding that this would probably be the most suitable outfit for his visit to the large market town. She took his hand and held it firmly as she approached the raised dais that was the centrepiece of the marble floored reception area. To their right were two gold coloured elevator doors and beside them an ornate placard showing the various names and titles of the occupants to the floors above.

There were several girls facing outward from the circular dais. Each girl, although different in looks and colouring, had a certain air of superiority. It would have been too much of a coincidence for so many pretty girls to be randomly chosen and Hazel rightly assumed that their particular good looks had been a prime requisite of employment as a receptionist at the business centre.

The gleaming glass of the sculptured edifice was fashioned into partitions which allowed the client some audible privacy when stating the nature of their visit over the carved marble of the counter. Hazel advanced to the first empty partition and addressed the girl clearly and confidently.

“I am visiting Dr. Lucy Ashcroft at the Berger Clinic and have an appointment with her for two-thirty. The appointment will be in the name of Timothy Althorpe, If you can confirm that for me and tell me where the office is situated?”

The pin-striped suit that the girl was wearing was new and suited her ideally. The lapel had a simple gold badge which read. ‘Claire Jones'. Although the suit was not a designer label, Hazel noted that it was of excellent quality.

The Girl moved her head to the side, carefully examining the exquisite appearance of Hazel as she spoke. Her attitude was pleasant and obliging as she smiled her acknowledgement and immediately looked to the flat screen of her computer. Hazel had the feeling that not only had she been carefully scrutinized, but that the young receptionist seemed impressed and somewhat intrigued by her appearance.

“Ah yes… I can confirm that your appointment is at two-thirty. You will find that Dr. Ashcroft is very prompt and as such is not likely to keep you waiting. You can take the elevator to the second floor, where you will find her reception area. You are quite early, so you can either go straight up… or make use of the business centre executive lounge, which is situated through those doors to the right. There are hot beverages served continuously, as well as soft drinks.”

Whether it was the way that the young girl looked Timothy up and down as he stood awkwardly at the counter, or the similarity to herself in style and demeanour Hazel could not be sure. But she was certain that the girl had a prurient interest in the physical aspect of her young charge.

She looked at Hazel and smiled. The smart Chanel suit that Hazel was wearing had not gone unnoticed as the girl pushed forward a leather bound visitor's book. If you would fill this in It will only take a minute to book you into the building… you don't have to wear a badge…” she smiled conspiratorially as she continued, “it would be a shame to have to put a pin through such a lovely suit. Chanel… isn't it?”

Hazel smiled, her teeth flashing brightly as she recognized the good natured envy of the pretty girl. “Yes it is!” She leaned forward, pulling Timothy further towards the counter I won't bother with the business area… I may have to undress Timothy and get him ready for his examination! Little boys can be so tardy when they have to be examined.”

The girl looked at Hazel admiringly, raising her eyebrows in a pleasant gesture of surprise, before her pretty face moved sideways to examine Timothy. She saw that he was blushing profusely as she took note of the perfection of his features and the exquisite form of his young body. She smiled at him professionally, as he stood with his head bowed in shame.

“I hope that there is nothing seriously wrong with him… is he a relative?” Hazel could tell by the girl's tone that there was a most definite interest in the young boy and that she would be delighted if she would go into further detail. She was almost certain that the receptionist was most interested in her role as the boy's temporary guardian. Instinctively she decided to add a few details and gauge the young girl's reaction.

Hazel did not lower her voice or sound in the least conspiring, as she felt Timothy physically cringe at her reply.

“Yes he is my young nephew… fortunately it's just a problem with his developing puberty. It just seems that all little boys get embarrassed and awkward when they are having their little genitals examined. I have an awful job with him when I have to bathe him or examine him. You wouldn't believe the fuss he made over his bath this morning. In the end I had to take his bare bottom over my knee and give him a sound spanking.”

Had Timothy been able to look up at the girl amidst his confusion and utter embarrassment, he would have seen the look of wide eyed admiration and intrigue upon her pretty face. As it was, he could do nothing but look down at his feet and colour up to a bright and burning redness, which suffused his entire face.

Hazel knew that the girl was absolutely enthralled by what she had heard. She did not look at her directly, but waited until she had finished filling in their details into the visitor's book. Suddenly she looked up and was rewarded with an unguarded expression of avid interest. The young receptionist looked at the boy, again her eyes travelling up and down his entire body. “He looks very fit and well… his body seems… er very well proportioned… er I can't imagine um… er what problems he could have with his erm… development.”

Again Hazel did not disappoint. She could now clearly sense the young girl's interest, but also the exquisite embarrassment of Timothy as she took his hand firmly and made him stand straight. She moved her head closer to the young receptionist and gestured to the young boy. Timothy groaned in humiliation as the girls attention was turned towards him.

“Well Timothy has been rather a naughty little boy in not telling anyone of his problem until it had developed into a painful complaint. His sexual development has been quite rapid, so much so that his testicles had become quite swollen and painful to the touch. It was discovered by accident when I had to take him for his school medical… although of he was well aware of a problem; he took it upon himself not to tell anyone about it. Now he has to have his semen extracted several times a day.”

Hazel looked at the young girl, watching her surprise at the statement suddenly turn to an almost predatory instinct as she licked her lips and looked towards Timothy's groin area. Hazel was delighted as much with the boy's embarrassment, as with the obvious interest of the haughty young receptionist. She decided to continue, knowing full well that Timothy was suffused in embarrassment at her indiscrete and matter of fact description of his condition.

Before Hazel could continue, the girl pre-empted her by asking the obvious question. “Oh my, that was naughty of Timothy not to tell anyone about his erm… condition. You say he has to have his erm… semen extracted… er, how is that done… I mean does he erm… do…?

Hazel saved the girl from any further difficulty with her line of questioning. “No the doctor was of the same opinion as myself, that little boys should not be allowed to play with their penises. It can lead to clandestine activity that is not suitable for boys such as Timothy. Of course it can also lead to a malformed penis… and so I have the help of the nurses from Dr. Ashcroft's practice. Between us we are able to massage his prostate as well as the obvious manipulation to his penis. The benefit is that we are able to extract a large quantity of semen at one session, which consists of two ejaculations about twenty minutes apart.”

Although Hazel's tone was quite matter of fact, she could see that the girl was beside herself with the intrigue of the conversation. Again she decided to embarrass the boy with further revelations.

“I am afraid that he finds the treatment an embarrassment and I have to resort to punishment. Why don't you tell the lady how naughty you are Timothy… having to have your bare bottom spanked over my knees.”

The girl gave Hazel a knowing look, her expression full of admiration for the authority she demonstrated over the young boy.

Claire would have given anything right now to change places with Hazel, she could not help squeezing her long legs together behind the counter, as she looked the boy up and down with a more than casual interest.

She could see that he was almost in tears with embarrassment as Hazel lifted his chin and made him look at her. Claire looked into his face, her expression kindly but aloof as she spoke.

“You are a very lucky boy to have someone so competent to look after you. I would certainly smack your bare bottom for you if I was treating your penis and you suddenly decided to be a naughty little boy.”

Hazel almost giggled as she realised that that was exactly what the young receptionist would love to do to the boy. Hazel decided to provide some sort of opportunity as she raised her head and looked at the young receptionist. Before she could speak the receptionist looked at her in earnest.

If there is anything you need while you are here, please ask for me. My name is Claire Jones. If I am away from my desk, they will page me, that is if you ask for me personally.

“I haven't introduced myself… I am called Hazel… and this obviously is little Timothy.” Timothy blushed immediately as Hazel described him as little. Such was his anguish and humiliation that he trembled from head to foot. Both girls seemed so aloof and authoritative that he wished a hole would appear in the floor and swallow him up.

“We are travelling back to Bourne by train… I don't suppose you could find the time to enquire of the train service after five thirty … could you. You could perhaps telephone me at Dr. Ashcroft's office… or pop up if you are able to take a break. Thank you for all your help… I had better go and help prepare Timothy for his examination.”

Claire immediately took her cue… her grasp of Hazel's meaning was all too clear to her. “My name is Claire… of course I can look up the trains… and if we are not to busy, I will write them all down for you and pop upstairs with them… if that would be alright.”

“My mother's name is Claire; I have always thought that it is such a lovely name.” Hazel said, as she looked keenly at the girl. She gave one more clue before she turned and ushered |Timothy towards the elevator.

“It should take me at least half an hour to get him booked in and then stripped and ready… I think sometime close after that would be opportune… that is very kind of you Claire… thank you!”

Timothy was still blushing furiously as they stepped out of the elevator into a wide corridor that ended in double smoked glass doors with the simple but elegant script which read ‘The Berger Clinic'. Beneath the script was lists of doctors which Hazel noted were of many nationalities, the leading name being that of Dr. Helga Berger. In the middle of a list of about twelve names was that of Dr. Lucy Ashcroft.

Hazel pushed open one of the doors and ushered Timothy through the opening before entering herself. The reception area was quite small with just one elegant desk, behind which, sat a young girl.

The girl was dressed in a simple blouse of crisp white cotton. Her slender frame moved easily as she pushed back her chair and smiled at Hazel and Timothy her eyes lighting up through the thin owl-like spectacles she was wearing, with a confidence that belied her tender years. The striking feature to Hazel was that the young girl had no striking features… she was in fact perfect. Her young petite body was in perfectly symmetrical proportions… and her beautiful face, small articulate nose and small pretty mouth and lips were surrounded by the most exquisitely shaped face. Her jet black hair was tied back and fastened with a simple velvet bow; it shone with health under the very strong lighting of the office.

The girl could have been no more than five feet tall, and yet her proportions perfectly matched her stature.

“No… don't tell me.” She smiled engagingly. “You are Hazel and this is Timothy. Reception is ready for you. There are no forms to fill, as there are no charges for this visit. The person you were expecting is already with Dr. Ashcroft, so it is as simple as that. If you go through here…” She indicated the opaque glass beside her desk, “Cynthia and Susie will take care of you. Now is there anything I can do for you, perhaps some coffee and a juice for Timothy?” The young girl nodded her affirmation as Hazel smiled appreciatively.

“Yes I would love some…” said Hazel, “and Timothy…” She looked enquiringly at the blushing boy. “Would you like an orange juice?” She turned to the receptionist without waiting for Timothy's reply. “An orange juice would be fine for Timothy.”

The young receptionist got up from behind her desk and placed her hand on the silver push-bar of the door, revealing for the first time, the whole of her exquisite slender from. “Oh I forgot to ask you Hazel… are there any travel arrangements you would like me to make?”

Hazel was pleased of the question. “Ah I almost forgot… Claire from the main reception centre downstairs was finding me the times of the trains back to Bourne. She said that she may have time to bring them upstairs. If she is able… would you show her through… I would like to thank her personally.”

If the young receptionist understood the meaning behind Hazel's request, she covered it well, but at the same time made sure that Hazel was aware of her actions in case they would not suit.

“I will show her through…even if you are busy at the time. I have met Claire; she is an extremely lovely girl. I could imagine that you would both have a lot in common. The young girl's clever phrasing told Hazel that should Claire appear in the next half hour, then her visit would be most rewarding.

As they passed through the glass door into the reception area proper, Hazel was quite taken aback with the space and modernity of the room. Every piece of furniture and apparatus was of the highest quality, all beautifully made in stainless steel and glass.

There were two desks spaced apart from Japanese styled screens, which were made of semi opaque glass rather than paper. The screens had been pulled apart, revealing a much larger room which had weighing scales and several pieces of medial paraphernalia, the centrepiece being an extremely modern and pneumatic powered, low profile examination couch.

The examination couch looked ominous even to Hazel, with its stirrups already set high and wide as if eagerly awaiting a victim. The walls of the room were made up entirely of gleaming stainless steel frames which housed glass fronted cupboards. There were two clinical trolleys at each side of the examination couch, each holding a variety of instruments on their brilliant shiny surfaces. To the side of the room was another pair of opaque glass doors and next to them a single door which was made of smoked glass. This had the inscription ‘Consulting Rooms' lettered in the same style of script as that of the main vestibule.

Both desks were occupied by young girls; both girls were slender and petite, having the same style and look as that of the girl that they had met in the preliminary reception. Hazel immediately thought that they could all be sisters… even triplets; such was the uncanny resemblance of the girls to each other. She thought how embarrassing it must be for Timothy to be stripped and examined in front of girls that looked almost as young as he did. Hazel was very much aware that their confidence far outweighed their apparent physical age.

Hazel assimilated their appearance in an instance, realising that both of the girls were hardly five feet in stature and yet both their bodies were in perfect proportion to their height. As with the girl in reception, their skin was lightly tanned, certainly suggesting a recent visit abroad.

They were both wearing the same style of round wire framed glasses, giving them a slightly studious but very authoritarian air. Hazel thought that for Doctor Helga Berger to have found three girls of such stunning good looks and uniquely perfect physical appearance, was either very good fortune or the result of a very intensive search.

The girl facing Hazel and Timothy, was dressed in a white tunic which fitted her figure perfectly. Her small breasts pressed against the fine cotton, leaving no illusion to the fact that she was not wearing a bra. The other girl, who was dressed in an exquisite navy blue silk blouse, was obviously also without a bra. The silk profiled her small firm breasts, the firm shape of her pronounced nipples was visible to such an extent, that Hazel thought that perhaps Doctor Berger condoned and indeed supported the somewhat immodest and sexy charms of her meet and greet team.

The young secretary, who was dressed in navy, smiled at Hazel but did not speak as she deferred to the clinical assistant..

The assistant stood up and approached Timothy. Her slender figure moved easily and sexily, her white clinical dress almost clinging to the firm contours of her lithe body.

“Don't look so glum… I am sure Doctor Ashcroft will sort out your problems for you; you are such a sweetie that I am sure all the staff here will take special care of you. Now I am going to ask Hazel to get you undressed and then we can start you off.”

Timothy blushed immediately, not that his face had been any thing but bright red before this immediate onslaught to his equilibrium.

“I had better introduce ourselves before we start Hazel. I am Cynthia Jenkins, Dr. Berger's clinical assistant and this is Susie Jenkins, who handles all of our patient's paperwork. I handle many of Dr. Ashcroft's patients and clients… and we have a team of pool nurses who belong entirely to the clinic. They are specially trained and they look after our residential ward as well as helping with home visits and day patients.”

Hazel was noting how attractive the young girl's features were as she continued.

“You have met two of our nurses… Penny and Tina, before…” She smiled as she continued. “They told me all about you and described you as being a very capable young lady.” She smiled good humouredly at her description of Hazel. “…and so I think we understand the situation fairly well already. You will probably see them today as they are in base rather than on house-calls. I am sure that after today you will know Susie and Lisa equally as well, and myself of course. Certainly well enough to feel free to talk.”

We are a twenty-four hour facility in that respect, so for instance, you can telephone at anytime… with problems or queries.

Hazel smiled at Cynthia, she could not help remarking. “Am I to take it that you are sisters?”

“Yes… it is hard not to notice the resemblance isn't it. I presume that Lisa, that is the girl you met in the outer office, did not bother to tell you that we are all sisters. Not of the same age I might add… Lisa is the youngest and then I… and then Susie, who is the oldest by a year.”

Timothy could not help looking at the young secretary, perhaps in the forlorn hope that she would leave the room before he had to bare his body. Trembling with shame and indignation he allowed Hazel to slip his school blazer from his shoulders.

He watched dumbly as Hazel hung the jacket on one of the several coat hangers which extended from a stainless steel rail behind the door. Below the hangers were a series of shiny steel shelves and below these, glass fronted cupboards.

“Come along, don't just stand there… off with your shoes and socks. You are not going to be deliberately troublesome are you Timothy?”

Timothy suddenly jerked into action, glumly bending upon one knee, as he began to unlace his shoes. He could not stop his hands from trembling as he took off his shoes and peeled the socks from his feet. As he stood up, Hazel immediately took the shoes and socks from him and placed them upon one of the shelves.

Treating him as if he was a small child she stood in front of him. “Come along… chin up… that's the way. Her beautiful face was only inches from his as she undid his tie and then began to undo his shirt buttons.

She dropped down on one knee and without preamble undid his belt, brushing his hands aside as he involuntarily tried to protect his modesty. “Keep your hands by your sides Timothy,,, I want no false modesty now."

Her words added to his shame as Timothy felt his trousers being pulled down to his knees. He could not help looking at the two young girls, acutely aware of their presence as he was summarily stripped. To his dismay they were both looking at him, the clinical assistant watching Hazel intently as she lifted his legs and divested him of his trousers.

Hazel stood upright and looked Timothy in the eye, holding his attention as she placed the palms of both her hands side by side against his bared chest. She let her fingers deliberately caress the sensitive nub of each nipple as she slid her hands outwards, revealing his chest and shoulders as the shirt eventually slipped down over his arms. She reached around him, her cheek pressing against his, as she released him from the garment. She could feel his body tremble at her close contact with his bared flesh.

She deliberately left him standing in just his underpants as she leisurely hung up his clothes, carefully aligning the crease of his trousers before placing them over the hanger rail.

“Hands on your head now Timothy and stand up straight. You don't want to be thought of as a slouch do you?”

The next few moments were a nightmare for Timothy as he moved his hands to his head, aware that Hazel had moved to stand behind him. He shivered; his body shuddering visibly as she deliberately placed her cool hands on either side of his waist and turned his body so that he was facing the desk of the young secretary.

He felt almost faint as she repositioned his hands so that his palms were placed flat upon his head. He could not help blushing profusely, his cheeks burning with shame as he caught the eye of the young secretary as she sat primly at her desk, looking at him as if the baring of his body was of no consequence to her.

Quite nonchalantly Hazel stroked her hands delicately under his forearms, letting her fingers caress his flesh all the way down from underneath his arms to the sides of his body and eventually, to his waist. She waited for a moment, with her hands placed teasingly against his slim hips. She made sure that he could feel her fingers touching the waistband of his underpants, her intimate touch heralding his forthcoming moment of shame and humiliation.

He could feel her soft breasts caress his back as her body sensuously slid downwards against his. He waited in trepidation, holding his breath as she knelt down behind him. Slowly and deliberately she slipped her slender fingers beneath the elasticated waist and with one quick movement, deftly slid his underpants down to his knees.

Timothy felt mortified as he felt the cool air of the room immediately caress his most private parts. He trembled in utter shame as Hazel bared him like a prize animal to the gaze of the two young girls.

Hazel had felt the waistband snag momentarily against his genitals as she had bared his penis and testicles to the view of the young girls. She guessed that his penis had already started to engorge as a result of her deliberately arousing him by sensuously touching his sensitive young body.

She left the underpants with the elastic stretched around his knees, knowing how foolish he would feel, suddenly bared to their view like a young child with his underpants halfway down his legs.

Timothy could not help looking at the young secretary to see if she had observed his shaming. To his utter dismay, he saw that she was examining his genitals without any show of sympathy for his embarrassment. He turned his head away in absolute anguish, acutely aware that his penis was beginning to erect. He fought hard against the almost overwhelming desire to clasp his hands over his genitals.

Try as he might, he could not help himself from looking in utter anguish toward the nurse who had moved to the side and was clinically observing his naked form.

“Let's have these off shall we Timothy.” Hazel stood up and moved around him looking down at his bared genitals. She was delighted to see that his penis although not yet erect, was already tumescent and twitching as it became engorged. Instead of removing his pants immediately, she put her hand under his chin and raised his head and looked into his eyes.

“Now you have been a good little boy so far, so try not to spoil your copybook. I want you to obey the nurse and do as you are told quickly and without a fuss. Will you promise to do that for me Timothy?”

He blushed as he looked at her beautiful face. The humiliation of being bared to Hazel and the two girls was almost too much to bear. He trembled and blushed to a bright crimson. He shuddered visibly as Hazel knelt down in front of him, her hair brushing against his penis as she slipped the garment down to his ankles and lifted his feet one by one, completely removing his underpants.

The clinical nurse moved to stand in front of him, as Hazel placed his underpants on the shelves behind him. She looked up at him, her pretty face searching his as she reached forward and cupped her hand beneath his testicles.

Gently she lifted the scrotum, her fingers carefully rolling the swollen testes within the tightened sac. She looked at him as if she were daring him to comment, her fingers almost playing with the very core of his emotions.

After a moment, she gently removed her hand from his testicles. It had seemed like an eternity to Timothy as her soft fingers had held him so intimately. Cynthia had been careful not to touch his penis, preferring to see what sort of erection his errant member was capable of without any further external stimulation.

Timothy did not see Susie, the young secretary, press the buzzer on her desk to call for the nurses. He nearly jumped out of his skin as the double doors slid open silently revealing Tina and Penny dressed in crisp white tunics.

Tina was pushing a very modern I.V. stand from which hung a large clear plastic bag and a large reel of transparent plastic tubing. The bag was bulging and was obviously filled to the brim. The liquid glistened as Tina wheeled the trolley under the strong overhead lighting. Behind her Penny carried a tray with a very large single syringe upon it.

Hazel smiled a greeting to the two young nurses as they paraded through the room towards the examination couch.

Before Timothy could react the clinical assistant had moved forward and put her arm around his waist. “Come along Timothy, we had better get you prepped.”

Without further explanation she ushered him to the low examination couch. “Come along now, sit up on the end … you can take your hands down now… there that's the way.”

The next few minutes were a blur of utter humiliation and embarrassment as the girl made him sit on the very edge of the end of the couch with his legs hanging down. Without warning she placed her hand on his chest and made him lie back. Before he could protest she had taken his arms and placed them so that they were laid out above his head.

He blushed as she took one of his legs and quickly and expertly raised it high and wide until she was able to place it in one of the stirrups. She moved around the couch to the other side and took his other leg. “Relax sweetie, let your leg go slack… there that's the way.” Timothy groaned as she raised his other leg… seemingly stretching it to an almost impossible position as she placed it in the other stirrup.

He could not believe how humiliating his position was as he looked down to see that his bottom was well raised from the surface of the bed and his legs stretched so widely apart that his bottom as well as his genitals were rudely exposed for all to see. He felt even more ashamed as the hiss of pneumatic air raised the bed so that his body was placed at an angle that was just a little below the girl's shoulder height.

There could not have been a worse moment for Timothy to look across the room as the door opened and the first receptionist, Lisa, appeared carrying a silver tray upon which had been placed a tall glass of orange juice and three modern steel containers. He groaned in an involuntary expulsion of utter dismay as the girl approached him and stood by his side. She placed the tray on top of the trolley and touched her fingers to his burning cheek as she looked at him through her round wire framed spectacles.

Even if her words been composed by a psychologist; they could not have been better chosen to inflict the maximum amount of embarrassment upon the prostrated boy.

“Oh dear Timothy, you are all bare with your legs spread wide open… I don't think you are going to be very comfortable drinking your orange juice in that position.” She trailed her fingers down from his cheek and over his chest, cheekily tracing a circle with her forefinger around his navel.

She leaned forward so that her face was only inches from his. “Never mind sweetheart you can probably drink it after the nurse has inserted the nozzle up into your little bottom. She stood up and addressed Hazel. “Shall I make your cup for you? How would you like it… perhaps milk and one spoon of sugar?”

Hazel nodded towards the pretty young girl. “Yes that would be perfect, thank you!”

The girl looked intently at the boy's bared genitals, casually placing her hand on his hip as she spoke to Hazel. She was well aware that the boy was looking at her nervously as her fingers moved dangerously close to the tip of his penis.

“He is very well developed for such a young boy. I can see that his testicles are really enlarged. Quite an unusual condition isn't it! Never mind I am sure that the doctor will sort him out.” She took her hand from the boy and picked up the tray, looking down at him as she prepared to leave.

“Never mind sweetie, I am sure that we will soon have your little penis milked and your testicles emptied. So just lie back and relax and let yourself be taken care of.”

Timothy almost grunted with relief as her hand left the sensitive area of his body. He watched her in acute embarrassment as she went to the other side of the room and placed the tray on one of the desks.

Hazel watched Cynthia as she stood between the boys's widely spread legs and gently smoothed her hands over the inner flesh of his bottom crease. She could see the sphincter muscle recoil as the petite young nurse grazed her fingertips over the puckered flesh.

“His bottom is a little tight, nothing unusual about that in a young boy though.” She placed her hands firmly on either cheek and stretched the flesh until the sphincter opened. Timothy grunted and groaned, almost in fear of what was to come.

“Oooohhhh hooo huh… hoo”

Hazel watched in fascination at the efficient way that the slender young girl had handled Timothy. She gazed at his young body, delighted at the view of him as he lay on the couch, stretched wide and open for whatever humiliation was to come.

Cynthia Jenkins took the syringe as Penny held out the tray.

“Look Hazel, I want to show you this.” Cynthia moved towards Hazel and held the syringe up to her view.

The transparent blue plastic of the barrel was eight inches long and two inches in diameter. It was fully filled with a clear gel, leaving the stem and the ring handle of the plunger fully expanded.

What interested Hazel the most was the nozzle; which was made up of a slender rigid tube, six inches long. The tip widened to an unusually large egg shaped sphere. The sphere had indented sculptured holes all around the perimeter with one large hole at the very tip.

“You can see that when I depress the plunger….” She pressed the oval handle gently… “Lubricating gel is not only expelled from the tip but it also oozes out of the holes at the side… it makes anal lubrication so much easier.”

Hazel watched the gel ooze out from all of the holes with a larger amount seeping from the tip. Not only was Hazel impressed by the syringe but also by the nonchalant way that the young clinical assistant described so casually, what would be an embarrassing and humiliating experience for the young boy.

Cynthia took the syringe over towards Timothy, beckoning Hazel to observe her actions. Hazel noted that Penny was leaning over the opposite end of the couch and holding Timothy's hands, while Tina stood at his side with both the palms of her hands gently resting on his chest.

Nonchalantly Cynthia cupped her hand underneath his testicles and lifted them, almost weighing them in the palm of her hand. Seemingly satisfied she casually flipped his plump penis sideways with the tips of her fingers and patted it so that it lay on the lower part of his stomach with the tip pointing upwards towards his navel.

“Take a nice deep breath sweetie.” She said nonchalantly as she placed the syringe between the widely spread cheeks of his bottom, pressing the nozzle firmly against his sphincter.

“Ooohhhh… hooo” Timothy shuddered as the cold syringe touched the incredibly sensitive flesh of the entrance to his anus.

Hazel was fascinated as Cynthia depressed the plunger until the outer flesh of his sphincter was well smeared with grease. Without further warning to the young boy, she pushed the barrel of the syringe firmly, stretching the opening until the egg shaped nozzle slipped upwards and dissappeared completely into his bottom.

“Ooohhhh… arggghhhh oooohhhhhh oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh.”

Timothy groaned as he was quickly impaled by the device. He gasped again as Cynthia quite casually depressed the plunger fully. She seemed almost detached as the boy tried to rear up from the sensation of the cool gel filling his anus.

“There we are… that wasn't so bad was it.” Her movements were so quick and practised that Hazel only just managed to observe the procedure as Cynthia pulled the empty syringe from his bottom and took a large phallic shaped enema nozzle from the trolley at the side of the couch. The shape of the enema nozzle looked almost like a replica of a torpedo, but had a narrower section just before the base which was contoured to fit against the exterior of the sphincter. On the back of the flange was a metal tube, which was stepped in different widths so that a tube could be pushed on to it.

Hazel watched as Penny suddenly gripped Timothy's hands tightly and Tina pressed down on his chest. Cynthia, without warning the boy, centred the slender tip and pushed the device through the opening of his bottom. Hazel could not believe how widely the sphincter was stretched as the whole device was thrust upward into his bottom, until the sphincter found relief by closing over the narrowed section, sucking the flange tightly against his violated opening.

“Ummmpppphhhhh… arggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Timothy groaned and moaned in anguish and torment. He tried to rear up but was held gently but firmly by the two nurses.

“Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… hooo hooo.” He shook his head from side to side as he tried to accommodate the intense sensation of being penetrated so deeply. The pressure inside him was all consuming; he could feel his penis throbbing as the nozzle pressed firmly against his prostate. He turned his head to the side in shame and anguish as he saw the tip of his penis lift up and began to bounce up and down of it's own volition, slapping against his stomach.

Cynthia did not seem at all perturbed by the boy's anguish. She merely patted him on the quivering cheeks of his bottom. “Now Timothy try not to make a fuss, I am just going to inject some liquid into you. Be a brave boy and keep still, Tina will rub your tummy as the water goes inside you.”

She turned her head towards Hazel.

“Little boys always seem to erect fully when they have their bottoms penetrated. Casually she reached forward and held the rigid flesh of his penis between finger and thumb, drawing the foreskin back until the head was fully exposed.” Yes the flesh is pulsing quite dramatically, for such a little boy.”

Hazel knew that the almost scathing words from the nurse were for Timothy's benefit, rather than her own. She looked at his face to see him flushing a bright red, his abject expression, a picture of shame and humiliation.

As Hazel turned to watch she noticed that Susie was standing by her side, she was even more surprised as she felt Susie's petite hand slip under her jacket and slide around her waist, squeezing her tightly. She could feel the hardened nipples of the girl's small breasts press against her arm as the Susie stood on tiptoe and whispered intimately into her ear.

“Isn't he a darling boy… just a sumptuously perfect body… don't you think? I just love to see them squirm when their little bottoms are penetrated, don't you?”

Hazel could not help smiling as the girl slid her hand back from under her jacket, impudently smoothing her hand over Hazel's bottom cheeks as both girls turned their attention back to Cynthia.

They watched as she attached the tube to the enema nozzle that was protruding from between the quivering cheeks of the boy's bottom. The movement of the large nozzle made him groan as Cynthia nonchalantly pushed the tube firmly over the stepped metal attachment.

“Ooooohhhhh arggghhhh.” He tried to move his body, only to have the naive gyrations of his body stifled by the two young nurses.

“Relax sweetie, it will all be over soon.” Cynthia said brightly as she turned the tap that was attached to the centre of the coil of tubing, watching clinically as the liquid rushed down the transparent plastic piping on it's way into his bottom.

Lisa, who had finished making coffee approached the examination couch and stood at the opposite side to Tina. Gently she placed her hand on the boy's cheek and made him look at her as the water suddenly entered his bottom.

He opened his mouth wide and groaned as the water gushed into him. “Argggggggggghhhhhhhhhh… ooohhhhh… hoooooOOOO”

He tried to turn his head but Lisa held his cheek, watching his anguished expression as inexorably the water filled his stomach. Nonchalantly she stroked her hand over his tummy, her fingertips deliberately brushing against the head of his penis as she moved her hand in a circular motion.

Hazel realised that all three sisters were relishing the turmoil of the young boy, and yet their outward appearance was that of clinical detachment.

Cynthia tuned to Hazel and explained the procedure. “He won't need a rinsing enema as the nozzle churns the water up with the pressure form the bag being raised so high. I will make him retain it for about ten minutes, so now would be a good time to get your coffee. Cynthia completely ignored the boy's moans of anguish as the water jetted into his insides, making him squirm against the firm hold of Penny and Tina.

Hazel could not resist moving between the boy's legs as Cynthia moved away. She leaned forward and made sure that she had his attention.

“Now Timothy, keep still and stop making so much fuss, otherwise I shall take you over my knee and smack you until the cheeks of your little bottom are bright red… and I shall do it in full view of everyone. Now tell me… are you going to be good and take your medicine like a brave little boy?”

Hazel could not remember ever having seen him as embarrassed as he was now. His face was almost purple as he stammered a reply.

“Oh… pleeeeease misss, noooo, er… I will be good I promise.”

“Well I hope so Timothy.” Hazel stood back and looked at him; his legs stretched wide apart and his erect penis bobbing up and down as he was held immobile by Tina and Penny. Lisa nonchalantly circled his tummy, her dainty fingers brushing the tip of his penis occasionally as if it was of no consequence. Hazel heard her whisper to the boy as she moved away to get her coffee. “There we are just over half still to go… and then you can have your orange juice… now won't that be nice.”

Timothy's groans were much louder than Lisa's voice as the water continued gushing into him.

“Ooohhh ahhhh argghhh Hoooo… ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh.”

It was over twenty minutes later that Timothy had been led by Tina and Penny, through the double sliding doors that partitioned the wet area. He had been unceremoniously sat upon the toilet, while Penny had reached between his legs and nonchalantly pulled the large enema nozzle from his bottom. He had almost stood upright with the acute sensation, but was immediately held down firmly upon the seat by Tina, who knew exactly what his reaction would be. He had had to sit there shamefaced, looking up at the two nurses as they watched him expel the large volume of water.

He was made to feel like a young child as Tina reached between his legs and wiped his bottom with a tissue, before making him stand, so that she could examine the contents of the bowl.

Timothy could not help looking around the spotlessly clean room which was very large, containing the very best of bath and toilet facilities. There were two large square tubs set in the floor, each extending to two feet high. The white square sculptured porcelain was obviously designed for the patient to be standing. There were stainless steel rails overhead with which a patient could steady him or herself. Above this, high into the ceiling, was set a modern hoist which could harness a patient to alleviate their body weight.

The baths were unique in that the water was heated or cooled beneath the main floor of the bath. This meant that patient's baths would always remain at the same temperature and at the same level of water, no matter how long the patient remained in the bath.

Several flexible chromium plated hoses were attached to panels at the side of the baths. Each hose had a different attachment at its extremity. Some of the attachments looked quite ominous, with bullet shaped heads and long stems with bulbous nozzles. The room was extremely well lit, making the metal and porcelain apparatus shine brightly.

There was a rail at the side of the bath upon which were hung an assortment of paddle shaped sandalwood brushes and pumice stone surfaced defoliators. The backs of the paddle shaped implements were unpolished, giving them an organic look of which any modern designer would have been proud.

Timothy shuddered as Tina and Penny stood at either side of him and led him to the first of the two baths. He could see that the bath had already been half-filled with water. He could not believe how humiliated he felt as the girls handled him as if he were a small child rather than a teenager.

When Hazel had finished her coffee and picked up her handbag from the desk, she walked through to see that Timothy had been made to stand upright in one of the square baths. His feet were immersed in about ten inches of water, his arms stretched above his head as he held one of the support rails above him.

His face was a picture of utter humiliation as he stood naked, his tumescent penis hanging down over his plump scrotum. His feet were placed well apart allowing easy access to his bottom and genitals. Hazel knew that he would never have positioned himself in such a revealing stance and presumed rightly, that he had been made to stand in that position by Penny and Tina.

It was Susie who walked in behind Hazel and whispered to her. “Just come with me Hazel.” The girl led Hazel through an open side door and quickly closed the door behind them. The room was a dressing room; again the clinic seemed to have every facility as Hazel noted the comfortable chairs and wall length mirrored dressing table which was divided into several stations. Each station had its own sink, makeup draws and lighted magnifying mirror. The mirror extended so that it could be used at almost any angle. On the opposite wall were a series of glass fronted wardrobes containing whole rails of clinical coats, aprons and assorted uniforms. The rest of the room was completely mirrored from floor to ceiling.

Susie turned to Hazel, her face bright with an amused expression as she placed her hand upon the lapel of Hazel's suit jacket. “Slip your jacket off sweetheart… and I will get you an apron to wear.”

“Why do you want me to wear an apron, do you intend for me to bathe Timothy? I thought that Penny and Tina would be taking care of him.”

Susie looked at Hazel seriously. The perfection of her features again making Hazel wonder about the three sisters. She looked closely at the young secretary, again admiring the absolutely perfect symmetry of her petite face and body. Although the girl was small and dainty, Hazel noted that she did not wear high heels. Hazel realised that the girl took pleasure in being small, accenting the fact by wearing flat soled rope sandals, the soft binding criss-crossing her beautifully lightly tanned legs, almost to the knee.

It must be utterly humiliating Hazel thought for such a young girl of diminutive proportions to have complete charge of a male patient. Hazel stood and waited for the girl to reply to her question.

Susie stood, with her legs astride, pondering for a moment as if to reflect on what she was to say next. At last she spoke, deciding perhaps that she could entrust Hazel with the information.

“I want to watch you bathe the boy. It is as simple as that I want to see you wash his penis and testicles… and spread his buttocks… and pop your finger up into his delicious little bottom. It is as simple as that… I want to watch you handle him… intimately.”

“But you could bathe him yourself, if you would like to.” Hazel said as she looked

at her, studying her face… seeing the almost mischievous expression in her eyes as she looked up at her through the large wire framed glasses.

“No it's not the same; I want to watch you do it.” The girl looked at her earnestly. “If you had good reason to take his bare little bottom over your knee and smack his beautiful cheeks… I think that I would cum right there and then.”

Hazel raised her eyebrows at the girl's revelation but did not disappoint her. She understood that the girl knew her own sexual predilection, just as well as hazel knew hers.

She slipped off her jacket, to have it quickly taken by Susie who was ready with a proper yolk shaped wooden hanger. Susie looked at her, quite openly examining her firm breasts, which filled the silk of her blouse. Without warning the young girl placed her hand intimately over Hazel's right breast, her fingers immediately toying with the mound of her nipple.

“You have scrumptious breasts… do you want to keep your bra on? I love to use one of the wrap-around aprons when I bathe young boys, so that I can be naked beneath. You can't see through them, but they are so thin that you can feel the boy's skin against your nipples when you rub against his body… its delicious.”

Hazel could not help showing her surprise at the openness of the young girl. Susie was without doubt completely and freely open about her sexuality. Hazel was so taken aback that it was moments before she realised that the girl had released one of the buttons of her blouse. She felt the young secretary's slender fingers slip inside and quickly find her nipple beneath the low bra she was wearing.

Hazel looked at her… and bent her head low, suddenly kissing the young girl on the lips. She let her kiss linger for a moment before she laughingly chided the young secretary. “Alright… alright Susie… leave me and let me get changed.”

Hazel laughed as she extricated the girl's hand and began to unbutton her own blouse. She was aware of the girl's prurient interest as she stripped off her blouse and then her bra. She handed the garments to the waiting girl as she unbuttoned her skirt and stood in just her panties, her tanned bared legs needing no stockings or panty-hose.

Susie looked at Hazel's breasts with good natured envy, admiring the firm plump flesh and the sexy way that the nipples tilted upwards impudently.

Hazel was at the same time admiring the body of the young secretary. She realised that her waist narrowed to an almost impossible slenderness, her stomach flattening to beautifully shaped hips. As Hazel looked at her she could see that the girl was blatantly looking down at her panties.

Susie sighed in awe of Hazel's magnificent body, Her breath drawing in deeply through her exquisite lips as she continued her examination of Hazel's almost naked body.

Hazel's panties were so sheer and tapered that the plump shaven mound of her pubis was visible at either side of the garment. Susie looked at her admiringly.

“You are really beautiful Hazel… I mean really beautiful.” Hazel thought for a moment that Susie was going to touch her again, but was surprised when the girl turned to the cupboards and extracted a white cotton tunic.

Even before she had handled the garment, Hazel could see that the cotton was so fine that you could almost see through it. As she tried it for size, she realised, rather too late, that she could actually see the pink of her flesh through the material as it pressed against her body.

The tunic fitted perfectly and Hazel fastened the belt taught around her waist. She could see from the mirrored wall that it accented her figure to perfection.

She took the transparent apron from Susie's proffered hand and slipped it over her head and tied the long cord twice around her waist.

“Well Susie, do I pass muster?”

The look on Susie's face told Hazel all she needed to know. “He will die of shame when he sees you dressed like that. Imagine… if you were a young boy standing naked, with your legs spread apart… and you saw this…” She turned Hazel towards the mirror, so that she could clearly see the beautiful and formidable apparition she made in the glass. “Just look at that image…knowing that she was coming to bathe you…imagine the shame! It will be unbearable for him”

Susie pressed her hand to the juncture of her thighs and shivered, completely oblivious to Hazel's raised eyebrows at her display of open sexuality.

“Do me one more favour… Don't come out for a moment. I want to watch his face when he sees you, dressed like that for the first time; you only need to give me a couple of minutes. First I think I will just add a little spice of my own.”

Hazel watched as the girl undid the top two buttons of her sheer silk blouse and turned her body in front of her…first to one side and then to the other. Hazel could see both the firm contour of each breast in turn, but could also see glimpses of the darkened erect flesh of her nipples. She reached forward and slipped her hand beneath the flap, smoothing her palm over the young girl's right breast. She pressed gently, feeling the firm resilience of the perfectly formed mount, before exploring the hardened nub of the nipple as she ran her fingers lightly over it.

Susie looked at her, the innocence of her expression belying the deep and devious sexuality beneath. Hazel withdrew her hand as a shiver ran through the young secretary's body, making her quiver from head to toe.

“He'll die of shame.” She turned and opening the door, passing through it before shutting it firmly behind her.

His feet still spread widely apart in the warm water of the bath. He clung with both hands to the bar above his head as his body trembled and shook in utter embarrassment each time that the nurses or receptionist entered the room. Seemingly he had been all but ignored for the last ten minutes, as the young nurses busied themselves with their work. Cynthia as well as Lisa had walked into the room several times, carrying instruments or other paraphernalia. Had Timothy known that the preparation that the nurses were carrying out was entirely for his benefit, he might have been even more concerned and embarrassed as he was at the present time.

His penis although not erect had been cleverly kept engorged by the subtle actions of the young nurses. Tina had been the first to see that his penis was perhaps wilting under the long period without attention. She had stood in front of him and admonished him as if it was the first time that she had noticed that his penis was somewhat engorged.

“Really Timothy, what on earth is the matter with you young boys. I would have thought that you would have had far more control over your emotions than this!” Nonchalantly she had taken hold of his penis, and deftly retracted the foreskin until he was fully exposed… his face a bright red testimony to the shame he felt.

“I hope we are not going to have any juvenile nonsense from you today. Have you been playing with your penis… come along answer me! She had pulled the foreskin forward and then pushed it back down the shaft, stretching the skin so tightly, that Timothy felt utterly exposed and humiliated. Her hands continued the action as her words further inflamed his utter humiliation. She cupped his testicles and while still holding his penis looked into his eyes.

“You are a naughty little boy, touching your own penis! What a naughty little boy you are. I have a good mind to smack this little bottom of yours.” With those words she had reached between his legs and tapped her hand against the cheeks of his bottom.

The handling of his genitals had had the desired effect… and as Tina let him go, she smiled to herself as she observed his penis standing rigidly outwards from between his legs. The flesh throbbed of its own volition as she stood looking into his eyes; she tapped it several times, chiding and belittling him.

“If Hazel sees you playing with yourself, she will have no hesitation in taking you across her knees and spanking your bared bottom until your little cheeks are bright red.”

Each girl had in turn made sure that his embarrassment and sexual stimulation continued unabated. As the girls entered the room each had acknowledged him as if he were a young child. Their words and actions cleverly designed to keep him on edge. It seemed a like a nightmare and he could not help himself shivering visibly as he fully realised his position. The very thought that the girls could look at him as they wished, while he had to stand there naked and open to their inspection made his stomach shiver.

His shame and humiliation had known no bounds when Lisa had entered and looked straight at his penis and testicles. “I would have thought your penis would have subsided by now… what on earth can you be thinking about for it to be so stiff and pointy.” The young receptionist had walked straight up to him and looked at him quite directly, as she reached forward with her hand. He had looked at her helplessly, almost pleadingly, only to feel her soft cool fingers envelope his flesh as she nonchalantly took a firm hold of his penis before weighing it in the palm of her dainty hand and tapping the underneath. She watched his embarrassment as she let him go, seeing that his penis had erected fully again. She smiled at him, almost mischievously before she turned and walked through to the other room.

It seemed utterly embarrassing to Timothy that a young girl, who was smaller and certainly did not seem much older than himself, could handle his naked body as she saw fit.

He stood in shame and silence; his arms outstretched and his hands gripping the rail above him. Occasionally he looked down, only to see to his utter dismay that his penis was still engorged. He was in such a state that he nearly jumped out of his skin when Susie exited the dressing room and walked towards him.

Susie thrilled as she saw the young boy standing in utter embarrassment with his arms stretched out above his head and his legs spread widely apart. She would have loved to have embarrassed him further by physically touching him; instead she reserved herself the greater pleasure.

“Right young man, you are going to be bathed and then taken through to see the doctor. Hazel will be coming to bathe you, so you know what is in store for you, should you misbehave. Don't you?”

Timothy looked at the young girl, his face a bright red manifestation of utter embarrassment. His bottom lip trembled as he looked at her, acutely aware of his own humiliating nakedness.

“Well Timothy… tell me what will hazel do to you, should you decide to be a naughty little boy and misbehave!”

Timothy shivered, his body quivering visibly as he looked at the girl in utter shame.

“Er she will smack me miss.”

“No Timothy, tell me exactly what she will do.” Susie was delighted with her line of questioning and the utter embarrassment of the boy as she chided him.

“Oh er… pleeeease misss. Er… erm… she will take me over her knee and smack… erm my bottom.”

The answer thrilled Susie… who had not quite finished with her embarrassment of the young boy.

“Yes Timothy, she will take your bared little bottom over her knee… and smack you until your cheeks are bright red. You know that, don't you Timothy?”

The boy quaked with embarrassment as the girl looked him straight in the eyes. He felt so humiliated as he looked back at her. Her authoritative demeanour was enhanced by her demure perfectly made-up face and petite body which was beautifully dressed in blue silk blouse and matching skirt. Had he met her in normal circumstances, he would have been totally embarrassed and made awkward by her loveliness. But now… the contrast between his abject nakedness and her perfectly groomed appearance, made him feel so utterly foolish and humiliated that he could hardly bear the shame.

The girl watched his face closely as she heard the door to the dressing room open. She could see the startled, almost fearful look upon his face, as he stared across the room at Hazel.

Susie would have loved to have turned towards Hazel to watch her, but did not want to miss any part of the thrill observing the young boys trepidation. Susie felt Hazel almost brush past her as she purposefully approached the naked boy.

Susie was absolutely enthralled as she watched Hazel look up at him. She noticed his penis suddenly throb involuntarily. She knew that his acute stimulation was the result of the boy being in such close proximity to such a beautiful girl. His throbbing penis did not go unnoticed by Hazel either. Rather than take hold of the errant member, she casually placed her hand on his hip, ignoring his penis which was bobbing upward, before dropping back and then repeating the movement.

She could see from his face that he was utterly embarrassed and confused by his reluctant sexual stimulation. She patted his hip and looked into his eyes, seeing the look of dread upon his face as he stood shivering in front of her.

He really is beautiful, she thought as he stood trembling before her. Hazel could imagine the trauma the boy would feel if the three young sisters ever had him to themselves. She seriously wondered whether his young senses could stand such an onslaught. Her voice was bright and crisp, with a friendly tone to it as she stood looking at his naked body.

Timothy looked at Hazel, his feelings were of utter embarrassment at being naked in her presence and the tight knot of fear in his stomach as he realised that he was to have to stand helplessly while he was intimately handled by her.

He shivered as he looked into her freshly made up face and listened to her. “Right I want no nonsense now. She moved around the bath to stand behind him, deliberately leaving his naked body facing Susie.

He could hear her hands in the water behind him… suffering the trauma of not knowing how or where she would first touch him. He shivered at the first gentle contact of her hands as she placed them on each side of his torso, just underneath his armpits.

Slowly and sensuously her hands moved over his back and around the nape of his neck, her fingers, deftly and skilfully arousing him as she washed his upper body. He felt the coolness of her apron press against his back, the softness of her breasts, leaving no doubt to the fact that she was naked beneath her uniform. He looked up to ceiling in embarrassment as he involuntarily caught the eye of the demure young secretary standing in front of him. She deliberately looked down at his penis and then up to his face, a knowing look in her eyes.

The humiliating bath continued, Hazel casually touching his body as she saw fit, her hands seemingly everywhere. He sensed that she had deliberately avoided his genitals and wondered in hope against hope that she might spare him the indignity of having his genitals washed while the young secretary was watching him. He could not believe the utter embarrassment he was feeling; it seemed almost inconceivable that he should have a young girl nonchalantly watch him while he was naked and being subjected to being bathed like a child. Even more demeaning for his was that her expression was aloof and judgmental, as if his feelings were of no consequence.

Shamefully he stood shivering, suddenly aware of movement and shadows against the semi-opaque glass of the double doors. He looked to the ceiling breathing out in utter exasperation as he heard the clear and recognizable voice of the pretty receptionist who had first greeted them downstairs in the foyer of the business centre. He could see the shadows sharpen into discernable silhouettes as they approached the double doors from the other side.

He heard the hiss of the motor as the doors prepared to open. In utter panic he let go of the rail and clasped both his hands to his genitals, pulling his throbbing penis to his body as he hid himself in utter shame.

The doors opened and Lisa nonchalantly led Claire Jones through into the room. Lisa beckoned to Hazel as the girls came to a halt next to the square bath where Timothy stood cowering in utter shame at his nakedness.

Hazel sounded surprised and yet of course had been hoping that the girl would not be too long in coming up.

“Oh Claire, you brought me the train information… have you a minute or two? I have a discipline problem to sort out with young Timothy here. Do you mind waiting a minute or so?”

Claire would have made time, whether she had it or not, as she looked at the sight before her. The boy's body was a picture of physical perfection. Even though his face was bright red and he was crouched down covering his genitals, Claire instantly recognised the exquisite proportions of his body. Wild horses would not have dragged away from enjoying the spectacle.

Claire managed to stop herself rushing her reply. Instead she hid her enthusiasm beneath the superior and haughty demeanour that served her so well.

“Please don't worry Hazel; I have an hour and a half break for lunch… and today I am without a luncheon appointment… so I have plenty of time.”

Claire certainly did not want Hazel to hurry in any way. She stood next to Lisa and folded her arms as she looked admiringly at Timothy, shivering and cowering in utter embarrassment. Her haughty voice brought further blushes from the boy as she addressed him.

“My, my Timothy, have you been a naughty little boy already. What on earth could have you been doing?”

Timothy was so embarrassed that he could not reply. Instead he was made to gasp out loud as suddenly Hazel smacked him hard on his buttocks. His cheeks were in an excellent position for Hazel's hand to extract the maximum effect as he crouched low, clasping his hands to his genitals in shame.

“Ooohhhh er please miss.” He gasped as a second smack landed firmly across the cheeks of his bottom. “I have warned you many, many times already… and now young man it is too late. Bend over and grasp the side of the bath… come along… do it now.”

Timothy realised that to be spanked in front of Claire as well as the young receptionist and secretary would be mortifying. He pleaded, almost sobbing as another smack landed on his buttocks.

“Smacccccccccckkkk.”

“Oh pleeeeeeeeease mis… er misss, I promise please don't miss, please not.. oh please… not in front of everyone, oh please miss no!”

Hazel moved to the front and took his wrists gently in-between the finger and thumb of each hand. She exerted no pressure, merely absolute authority as the boy looked at her, his face wreathed in an expression of anguish and guilt.

In absolute silent and utterly consuming embarrassment, he let himself be uncovered. Biting his lip as he looked down at his shaming erection. Somehow the thought of Claire seeing him naked, a girl that he had met in quite normal circumstances, seemed to heighten his feeling of absolute and total humiliation.

Reluctantly and with an unremitting feeling of absolute dread, Timothy let Hazel bend him over so that his hands were resting on the side of the bath. The dreadful realisation at being bent over while the girls watched him made him feel faint. He looked at his hands on the white porcelain. In his peripheral vision he could see that the girls had moved forward to witness his chastisement. He was also acutely aware that Hazel had moved to stand behind him. He shivered in one huge emotional manifestation of dread as he waited in utter and abject embarrassment.

Hazel, who was outwardly ignoring his obvious emotional distress, took one of the paddle shaped brushes from the rack and spoke to him, not in anger, but in a casual, almost conversational tone.

“In retribution for your behaviour Timothy, you are going to be given twelve strokes with the back of one of these brushes. You will remain in your ‘bent-over' position until I have finished, any failure to obey me, will result in my taking your bare bottom over my knee and spanking you like a child… and I shall do it in full view of everyone here. Do you understand me Timothy?

The nonchalance with which Hazel had instructed and castigated the boy made Timothy feel all the more embarrassed.

“Oh … please.. miss noooo… oh no please not that miss… oh please don't.”

His pleading was cut short by the first stroke of the soft sandalwood upon his bottom. The pain was not anywhere as intense as the humiliation he felt, as Hazel proceeded to spank his naked buttocks with the back of the brush. She delivered three strokes before tapping the wooden paddle against the inside of his legs.

She could see that the girls were all absolutely enthralled as she deliberately made him shuffle his legs until they were spread to the extremities of the square bath.

“Keep still Timothy and take your medicine. You are a very naughty little boy and I am going to spank your bottom soundly.”

“Oh pleeease… er nooooooooo not… oh not in front of everyone… oh please don't please…”

“Smaccccccccccccclkkkkkk. Samaaaaaaaaaaaccckkkk. Smacccccccckkkkkkk.”

In utter shame, Timothy felt the blood rush to his head as he looked down at his hands gripping the sides of the bath. He felt the sting of the paddle heat up his bottom… the feel of the sandalwood brush upon his buttocks seemed to fuel his shame, knowing that the girls were watching him as he was soundly spanked like a young child. To his utter shame, he saw the delicate straps of Claire's shoes move into his view and then her bare knees as she bent down. He shivered in humiliation as she placed one hand upon his shoulder and moved her head close to his. He felt her other hand softly caress his cheek.

Her voice was soft but aloof as she spoke to him. “Poor Timothy has been a naughty little boy hasn't he! Now he has to have his naughty little bottom spanked… well I am sure that you only have yourself to blame. You are very lucky to have Hazel to show you the error of your ways.”

Her hand stroked his cheek as the paddle descended firmly against the cheeks of his bottom.

“Smaccccccccccccclkkkkkk. Samaaaaaaaaaaaccckkkk. Smacccccccckkkkkkk.”

Timothy felt tears of shame fill his eyes as Claire spoke to him again. He had never envisaged the absolute degradation that he felt at this moment.

On Claire's part, she had never known such an absolute and consuming sexual thrill as she touched and chided him, while his bared bottom was being spanked.

“Are you going to be a good little boy when Hazel has finished smacking your bottom… mmmm, are you?”

Timothy's shame knew no bounds as Claire spoke softly and gently to him, one hand gently stroking his cheek and the other delicately tracing cool fingers over his shoulders.

Hazel was in no doubt as to the rare treat that Claire was enjoying at the boy's expense. Rather than hurry, she leisurely slipped her free hand between his buttocks and pulled the flesh apart as if it would provide extra flesh to punish. She could see that Claire had a perfect view of his penis and testicles and was constantly looking up between his widely spread legs as she knelt beside the boy.

The back of the wooden brush continued to smack against the cheeks of his bottom. Time and time again the wooden paddle spanked his flesh until a full dozen strokes had been delivered to his quivering buttocks.

“Pleeease miss… nooo please I am soo sorry please miss no more, not in front of everyone… oh please….”

He felt Claire pat his burning cheek and watched as she stood up. He could see her beautiful ankles and calves as she remained standing close to the bath.

Hazel knew that this had been more a lesson in shame than in physical pain. Even so, she saw that the cheeks of his bottom were quite red as she instructed him.

“Right young man, keep your legs exactly where they are and stand up and hold the rail above your head.”

“Smackkkkk.” The brush slapped smartly against his bottom as she punctuated her instructions.

It was in complete silence and utter humility that Timothy stood upright. He could not help looking at the girls as they stood watching him. He felt his cheeks burn bright red as he saw them all observe his shame with a detached air as he stretched upwards and took hold of the bar.

“What a naughty, naughty boy you are!” Hazel chided him as she watched him grip the bar and look up to the ceiling in mortifying shame. He dare not look at the girls now that his penis and testicles were shamefully bared to their view.

“Will you obey me now Timothy?” Hazel asked him quietly, her voice losing some of the stern edge.

The boy was almost sobbing with shame as he answered her. “Oh yes miss, I'm so sorry miss. I promise I will.”

“Well in that case we will hear no more about it once you have apologised to Claire and Susie and Lisa.”

Hazel waited for a moment and then slapped him lightly across his bottom with the palm of her hand.

She watched as the boy lowered his head to look at the three girls. His face was absolutely suffused in red as he stammered his apology.

“I am so sorry… please… I am very sorry.”

Hazel seemed satisfied with his humility. She could see that Susie was enjoying herself as she looked at the demure girl, knowing that her innocently indifferent expression revealed none of her true feelings.

She spoke to Claire. “I am sorry for that rather embarrassing interlude. Timothy can be a very good boy really. I will just finish off his bath if you are sure you can spare the time to wait.”

Claire looked in absolute admiration at Hazel as she bent down to soap her hands. “Now where were we Timothy? Have I done your little bottom yet?”

Timothy could hardly bring himself to answer as Hazel prompted him. “Has your little smack bottom, made you forgetful Timothy.”

The boy blushed as he answered her, shivering in embarrassment as he answered truthfully.

“Er… no miss… er no you er haven't.

Hazel turned to Claire again as she raised her soaped hands towards the boy's reddened buttocks.

“Little boys never seem too wash themselves properly.” Without warning she slipped her hand in-between the cheeks of his bottom, feeling his body shiver with the sudden intimate contact. Without preamble she rubbed her fingers against his sphincter seeing him shiver each time her fingers made contact with the sensitive orifice. Hazel knew that the lubrication of the soap and the widely spread stance of his legs, would make the penetration of his bottom an easy task.

She could see that Claire was watching her actions intently, occasionally glancing up to the boy's face to see his reaction.

“I would imagine that a boy is far easier to keep clean, if his genitals are shaved bare.” Claire spoke with her aloof matter of fact tone. She noted that the boy flicked his eyes towards her and then away in shame as she examined his naked body.

Hazel smiled as she continued soaping between the cheeks of his bottom. “Oh yes, it is far easier to keep them clean. Of course we have shaved between the cheeks of his bottom too. The doctor always insists on bare little boys… they are far easier to handle.”

Hazel was delighted with the interplay between herself and the young receptionist. She was determined to make sure that Claire extracted the maximum amusement from her visit.

She did not hurry, but continued slipping her fingers backwards and forwards between the cheeks of his bottom. Her fingers exerting a pressure each time they slid over his sensitive sphincter. She waited, looking around his body at the girls who had never taken their eyes off the young boy.

With a deft and expert movement, Hazel suddenly slipped her forefinger firmly up into his bottom.

“Argggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

The boy groaned, throwing his head back and standing up on his tiptoes as Hazel penetrated him fully. She looked at Claire with a faint smile, her eyes signalling to her as she curled her forefinger inside the boy, scoring her fingertip over his sensitive prostate.

“I am afraid Claire, that little Timothy makes a lot of fuss when I have to penetrate his bottom. You really will have to excuse his silly moans.”

His groan and the anguished stance upon the tips of his toes, signalled to all the watching girls, that his bottom had been firmly and deeply impaled by her finger. Claire could not help herself as she placed her hand on his shoulder and looked into his anguished face. “Try and be a good boy, it would be a shame if you had to be smacked again.”

Hazel could see from the girls' faces that the boy had erected fully, the inevitable result of such an overwhelming sensation.

Casually Hazel placed her other hand on his hip and then slowly and inexorably slid her fingers around to the juncture of his thighs, grasping the base of his penis. She could not believe how firmly the flesh had erected; the shaft pulsed and throbbed as if it would explode between her fingers.

“Oh dear,” Hazel addressed the girls, “I am afraid little boys seem to have no control over their penises. This young man obviously needs to be taken firmly in hand.”

Timothy groaned in utter shame and anguish as he stood helplessly as Hazel firmly held his penis up to the view of the girls. They all watched in rapt attention as Hazel handled the boy with a dexterous familiarity, her absolute authority and beauty, robbing the boy of any semblance of self esteem.

Lisa moved to stand behind Susie. Out of view, she slipped her hand under the hem of Susie's skirt and lifted it, before sliding her fingers between the cheeks of her bottom. She was not surprised that Susie was naked beneath the dress apart from a slender leather strap. Sensuously she slipped her fingers further forward until she was able to part the plump lips of her labia, feeling the smooth shape of one of the two differently sized ivory eggs within. She moved her fingers gently over the deliciously smooth mound of her sex for a moment before withdrawing her hand, knowing instantly that Susie had already climaxed. She gently stroked her bared bottom before letting down the hem of her dress.

Lisa was not surprised at Susie, she had seen it before, where Susie had used the eggs, standing demurely and appearing quite nonchalant and disinterested as she had climaxed without betraying any emotion other than a far-away expression in her eyes. It was an unusual gift and Lisa often wondered just how often her sister had used it.

Hazel knew that if she were to stimulate the boy's prostate anymore, that he would ejaculate. Delicately she extricated her fingers from his bottom and moved to stand at his side.

“I am just going to wash his genitals Claire and then we can have a coffee together if you would like.” Claire watched in admiration and envy as Hazel took a firm hold of the boy's penis and without preamble slipped the foreskin backwards, drawing the skin tight as she held it at the base. With her other hand she soaped over the sensitive rim of the glans, causing the boy to throw his head back and shiver as she extracted an immediate and violent sexual response.

Claire could not resist reaching forward and placing her hand against his chest, her hand cupping over his left nipple as she looked up at his face. She caught his eye and was rewarded with an immediate furious flood of colour to his cheeks.

“I am having to be particularly careful with his penis Claire, as he has not had any semen extracted today. The doctor wants to see the exact amount he is producing when she takes a sample from him. Of course after that we will be milking him several more times… and of course most thoroughly, before we return home.”

She handled him as much as she dare, knowing that on several occasions he was almost at the point of ejaculating. With care and consideration, she washed his testicles, lifting and caressing the swollen orbs as they moved inside the tightened sac.

Timothy stood helplessly and ashamed as Hazel exposed every inch of his most private parts to the view of the girls. Their outward expressions were almost nonchalant and disinterested as they looked on at Hazel's expert manipulation of the young boy's genitals.

Finally Hazel bent down on one knee and took the torpedo shaped nozzle in her hand. She pressed the button pointing the tip down into the water to see the effect of the device. A strong gush of water emerged, but rather than in a steady stream, it pulsed with staccato jets of water. She released the button and stood upright. Deftly she pushed the device firmly between the cheeks of his bottom and immediately pressed the trigger, allowing the boy no time to prepare himself for the intense sensation as the water jetted mercilessly against his sphincter.

“Ooooohhhh argggghhh hooo.” He cried, standing on tiptoe at the sudden sensation.

“Do keep still, Timothy.” Hazel's voice was calm and casually, contrasting to the strong jets of water that seemed to stimulate the whole of his body.

She moved to his side, keeping his naked body in full view of Claire and the girls as she nonchalantly took hold of his penis and withdrew his foreskin before aiming the nozzle at the his erect member. She watched him quiver with anguish as she pressed the button and played the gushing jets of water over his penis, holding him firmly as he tried to evade the acute sensation.

She held the nozzle further back as she applied it again, this time to his testicles, coolly observing his anguished expression as she casually rinsed his genitals.

She switched off the water and replaced the water jet in its holder. Taking a towel from the rack where the paddle shaped brushes were hung, she held it as she spoke to Claire.

“Now he is free of soap, you can feel how swollen his testicles are for such a young boy.” Her voice was so casual, that for a moment Timothy did not realise the import of what she had said… and then suddenly he groaned inwardly in utter embarrassment.

He shivered as Hazel dried his swollen scrotum, he felt utterly helpless and anguished at the injustice of Hazel offering his body for inspection as if he had no feelings.

He could not help but look at Claire who casually reached forward and cupped her hand beneath his scrotum. Gently she lifted her hand, closing her fingers gently and sensuously around his testicles.

The intimate action made Timothy stand on tiptoe, his knees moving outwards as she took a firmer grip.

“Oooohhhhhhhhhh.” He exclaimed unable to control his acute embarrassment as the girl held his genitals, feeling the soft orbs in her hand.

Hazel deliberately added to the boy's humiliation as she casually remarked to Claire.

“If you hold his penis out of the way you can draw his testicles forward. It will allow you to see just how tightly the skin is stretched.”

Claire looked up at the boy's blushing face, delighting in his look of pure humiliation, as she took hold of his penis. She deliberately slipped the foreskin back as she held it up against his stomach and drew his testicles forward.

His whole body quivered at her touch, prompting her to look into his face.

“Now Timothy, I don't want to cause Hazel to have to smack your pretty little bottom again, so try and keep still and let me have a good look at you.”

He blushed, his face again colouring to a bright crimson and his bottom lip trembling as she turned her attention back to his testicles, kneading them as she bent her head to look closely.

Hazel noticed that Claire's fingers were gently toying with the tip of his penis, her bright red thumb nail, gently scoring over the very tip of his throbbing member.

Claire felt his penis suddenly throb violently, she looked at his face and seeing his utter distress decided that the boy was very close to ejaculating. She quickly took her hand away from the head of his penis and gently lowered his testicles.

“There you have been a good boy.” She placed her hand on his cheek, thrilling as she saw his plight at her intimate handling of his penis and testicles.

Timothy stood shame faced and blushing profusely as Claire finally let him go. He watched as she and Hazel moved away to examine several sheets of paper that Claire and retrieved from the pocket of her notecase.

All four of the girls had receded to the far side of the room leaving Timothy standing naked and ashamed, his legs stretched wide apart with his hands gripping the support bar above his head. He was acutely aware of his erect penis as it bobbed up and down, the errant member standing straight out from in-between his legs.

Suddenly the girls disappeared into the dressing room and he stood alone. When they emerged, Timothy was puzzled for a moment as he saw Claire, who had taken off her suit jacket standing looking at him while she donned a transparent apron, tying the cord around her slender waist.

Suddenly he shivered in horror as both she and Hazel approached him.

“As Cynthia and the nurses are going to be busy in the doctor's office, Claire has kindly consented to dry and powder you while I pop in to see the doctor. Please step out of the bath and follow her into the other room. Oh… and Timothy, I want you to be on your best behaviour. I am giving Claire my full permission to spank your bare bottom thoroughly, should she have any trouble with you. Do you understand me?”

Immediately all the girls turned their backs to him and walked towards the double doors. As they approached, the door hissed once and slid silently open, before shutting again as they walked through.

Timothy's stomach churned in utter dread as he stepped form the bath. There was an absolute dread in being left alone but knowing that he had to walk naked into a room where the young girls would be.

His legs felt weak and his mind was in turmoil as he realised that his penis was bobbing up and down in front of him as he walked. He fought with all his might, the acute desire to cover himself with his hands, steeling himself as he walked shakily towards the double doors.

As the doors slid open they revealed to his horror, Claire sat upon a modern straight backed chair in the middle of the room; several towels upon her knees and a container of Talcum powder placed on the floor beside her.

To add to his feeling of humiliation, Lisa had seated herself behind Cynthia's desk and Susie was seated behind her own. Both girls had a perfect view of Claire as she sat waiting for him.

Deliberately Claire did not instruct him as he walked through the doors. She could see that he had kept his hands to his sides, his face was blushing profusely as he stood several feet away from her, looking foolish and awkward.

She looked at him, her expression haughty and aloof as she spoke. “Come along child, I can't dry you while you are standing over there.”

Her words sent a further rush of blood to his face as he looked at her, his face wreathed in shame.

“Come along NOW.”

Her sharp rebuke seemed to galvanise him into action. He shuffled forward and stood before her. She looked up at his face and casually placed each hand on his hips and drew him forward until his knees were touching hers.

His shame was paramount as she addressed him. Her tone seemingly completely without feeling for his delicate emotions. He could feel the blood rush to his face and felt his lips begin to quiver. Had he known when he had first entered the reception downstairs, that this beautiful and aloof girl would be sitting before and waiting dry and talcum powder his naked body, he would have fled with no thought for the consequences.

“Stand with your legs wide apart and place your hands upon your head. Hazel has already told me of your fondness for touching your penis. It is a dirty little habit… and one which should be thrashed out of young boys.”

Timothy almost fainted with the injustice and shame of her remark. He stood dumbly, gradually lifting his arms and placing his hands upon his head. With his ears ringing with embarrassment and his stomach churning in dread he shuffled his feet apart.

“I want them far wider apart than that Timothy… come along now!”

He shuffled his feet again until they were stretched as wide apart as he could manage without falling over. Claire looked him in the eye as she took the towel in her hand.

“Now keep still.” With that remark she proceeded to dry his shoulders and his chest and arms. She leaned forward and let her cheek rest against his waist as she dried his legs. Looking up at his face she slipped her hand between his legs and carefully cupped her hand around his testicles. She felt him shiver in shame as she drew his scrotum forward and, taking the corner of the towel patted the tender flesh until it was dry.

She could feel the boy tremble as he steeled himself for what inevitably must come next. She nonchalantly reached forward and grasped the erect shaft of his penis, immediately drawing the foreskin back. He jerked his hips violently as she rubbed, rather than patted the sensitive flesh beneath.

She could hear his troubled breathing as she nonchalantly handled him with a deft familiarity, deliberately sparing him no embarrassment. His body quivered and shook as she continued… passing the towel between his legs and rubbing vigorously, causing his erect penis to wobble to and fro.

“Right stand up straight and come around to the side. You can take your hands down now, but I want you to promise not to touch your little penis.”

Claire was well aware that his penis was anything but little, in fact, not only was larger than that of a very much older boy, it was as beautiful as the rest of his body. The straightness of the flesh was a testimony to the fact that the boy had obviously not indulged in self-abuse.

She waited until he had come around to her side. Deliciously, she placed her hand around him allowing her fingers to play with the cheeks of his bottom. She looked up to see Susie approach her. She was holding a metal kidney shaped dish and as she lowered it, Claire could see a transparent blue plastic syringe with a large egg shaped nozzle.

“Oh Claire, I forgot to tell Hazel, he is not to have Talcum powder inside his bottom cheeks. The doctor would like his anus lubricated with gel, so that she can examine him internally.”

Timothy drew in his breath and groaned at her words. He looked down at the syringe, his stomach churning at the thought of the egg shaped nozzle and the excruciating embarrassment of the procedure. He looked around the room in despair, only to see Lisa the young receptionist sitting primly at her desk watching him with casual disdain. He blushed in utter confusion as Claire's fingers moved familiarly over his buttocks

“Oh I see, well you had better show me how to use it.” Claire was careful not to show her delight as she smacked the boy lightly on his bottom.

“Come along Timothy, over my knees and place your hands flat on the floor once I have got you settled. Now don't stand there looking glum, or I will be doing what Hazel does when she takes your bare little bottom over her knees.”

The boy was quaking in fear and embarrassment as Susie delightedly placed the tray by her side and pushed the boy's shoulders forward. Claire grasped him around the waist and nonchalantly placed her other hand beneath his testicles, pulling both the scrotum and his penis forward as the both girls forced him across her knees.

Timothy was in the throes of absolute shame and embarrassment as Claire placed his hands on the floor. The plastic apron felt cool and smooth against his skin, making him acutely aware of every movement of his body as he lay face down over her knees.

Timothy was absolutely shivering in shame as Claire allowed her self the delicious action of smacking her hand lightly across the clenched cheeks of his bottom.

“Come along, relax your cheeks. I want to see them go slack or I shall give you a sound spanking right where you are.”

Timothy groaned… tears forming in his eyes as he reluctantly forced himself to relax his buttocks. He could not help flinching as Susie leaned over and placed her hands on each cheek, slipping her fingertips inside.

“If you take the syringe Claire, I will stretch his bottom, so that he can't evade you.”

Claire could not believe the absolute thrill she felt as she ran her fingers over the large egg shaped nozzle, knowing that the boy would squirm deliciously upon her knees as she inserted it into him.

Timothy looked at the floor, cocooned in shame as he felt his bottom being stretched wide. He could feel the cool air invade the cleft of his buttocks and his sphincter, underlining the fact that his bottom was open and exposed to the view of the young girls. The indignity of his position made him shiver in utter anguish. The very thought that he was laid over the receptionist's knees, having his bottom examined and remarked upon with no thought to his modesty, brought a feeling of dread to his stomach.

Claire could feel the incredible hardness of his penis as he pushed his hips forward at the first contact of the syringe to his sphincter.

Lisa whispered almost reverently as she held his buttocks wide.

“Squeeze gently until his sphincter is well lubricated. You may want to just rub it around with your finger now that he is nice and clean inside and out. He's had a very thorough enema before you came up.”

Susie's words shamed the boy and excited Claire at the same time. Without preamble she pushed the nozzle hard against his sphincter and squeezed until a generous amount of clear gel nestled in the deep well of his bottom.

Without further instruction, Claire held the syringe in her left hand while she slipped her fingers between the widely spread cheeks of his bottom. She squeezed her legs together in ecstasy as she felt the boy wriggle and squirm against her knees. Firmly she pressed her fingers to the quivering entrance of his bottom… and with absolute abandon she allowed her fingers to rub over the sphincter, feeling the muscle recoil with each firm movement.

Steeling herself for the boy's ultimate degradation, she placed the nozzle gently against his bottom. She was delighted as Susie put her mind at rest.

“You will have to push firmly Claire, he will probably squirm a bit… boys always seem to make a fuss when their bottoms are penetrated, but it does them no harm. I will move my hands so that you can smack his bottom if he tries to evade the nozzle.”

Timothy blushed furiously at the shaming words. His equilibrium totally destroyed as he faced the floor, his bottom stretched wide awaiting with dread the penetration of the syringe.

Claire savoured the moment, prolonging it with a further chastisement to the beautiful young boy lying across her knees.

“Push you bottom up and relax for me, there's a good little boy.”

She teased his sphincter with her fingers, knowing that the boy would find it impossible to do as she asked. She pressed her fingers against the sphincter once more, feeling him squirm, before she presented the nozzle of the syringe to the opening of his bottom.

“Now take a deep breath… let me hear you now… a nice deep breath,” She listened as the boy gulped air and pressed the nozzle firmly against the sphincter. In absolute silence she insinuated the tip of the nozzle against the opening of his sphincter, making sure that it was perfectly centred. Without further warning she pushed the nozzle swiftly and firmly up into his quivering bottom.

“Ummmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhhh… hooooooooo… arghhhhhhh.”

The boy's buttocks quivered and quaked as the egg slipped through the opening. Claire was surprised at how widely the flesh had had to stretch to accommodate the widest part of the sphere. She felt his hardened penis press against her thighs and his body shiver in a series of spasms as he was rudely impaled.

“Hooooo…ooooohhhhh oh arggghhh.”

“What a fuss at having a nozzle in your bottom. Boys really do make a lot of fuss over nothing.” Her words prefaced his next indignity as with relish Claire nonchalantly depressed the plunger in a slow and steady movement. She felt a delicious thrill between her legs, watching him thrash his head from side to side, as his hands left the floor and he arched his back. His body went rigid in a tormented protest to the huge gush of ice-cold gel that penetrated his anal passage.

Claire could feel his penis throb mightily, in answer she let her thighs relax, capturing his rigid member in the folds of the plastic apron. She relished every second of the boy's torment, waiting quite patiently until he had settled back down, with his hands once more on the floor.

“What a fuss you young children make. I suppose you expect me to be lenient with just because Hazel is not here, however I think that you will find I can be just as uncompromising when it comes to obedience. Now just relax this time, while I slip the nozzle out of your bottom.”

She felt the boy shudder as she nonchalantly pulled the nozzle until his sphincter stretched wide over the largest part of the sphere. “Now keep still.” She chided as she suddenly pulled the nozzle free, hearing him gasp at the sensation.

Susie released her hands from the cheeks of his bottom, her eyes shining with excitement as she spoke to Claire.

“I would just pop a finger into his bottom to check that the lubricant is where it is supposed to be. I will take the talcum powder over to the examination couch; it will be easier for you to powder him if he is lying down with his legs stretched wide apart.”

Claire could hardly contain her excitement as the boy shuddered at Susie's pronouncement. His buttocks quivered against Claire's slender hand as she slipped her forefinger up against his sphincter. “Open up… there that's the way.” She did not tease or prepare the sphincter, merely slipping her finger up into his bottom with a firm and steady pressure.

“Ummmppphhhhh.” The boy groaned as Claire relished the rare thrill of impaling the boy. She roamed around until she was able to smooth her fingertip over his prostate. She immediately knew from the throbbing of his penis and his reluctant gasps, that he was helpless to prevent her arousing him.

She was careful not to cause the boy too much distress, as Hazel had warned her against the prospect of the boy ejaculating without warning. Instead she withdrew her finger slightly and inserted the tip of her middle finger through the sensitive ring of his sphincter, suddenly pushing firmly until her two fingers were firmly inside his bottom.

“Arrggggggggghhhhhhh… hooooooooOOO.”

He cried out loudly as she curled her fingers and stretched his flesh. She delighted in the sensation, moving her fingers at will as she savoured the squirming of his body over her knees.

She was surprised at just how thrilled and sexually fulfilled she felt at the young boy's torment. She impudently thrust hard with both fingers, leaving them straight so that they rigidly impaled his bottom for almost a minute. She shivered in delight at his gasps of protest, feeling a series of thrills course through her body. She allowed herself the luxury of squeezing her shapely legs together, trapping his rigid penis tightly, before slipping her fingers from his bottom.

Without warning she raised her hand and gave the boy three hard slaps upon his buttocks. The thrill of it, sent another little shiver through her body.

She could not resist the temptation to continue for at least a little while longer. She spoke to him as a school mistress would speak to an errant schoolboy.

“I am going to give you six more smacks, just so that you understand that when I tell you to do something I want you to do it without fuss.”

Claire proceeded to spank the boy six more times. Each smack sent a delicious thrill through her body. The contact with her hand against his buttocks combined with the throbbing of his penis between her thighs delighted her. She savoured every moment as he squirmed and wriggled in embarrassment and humiliation.

“I know it can be very embarrassing for little boys to have their young bottoms smacked, but I think you know that I will not hesitate to spank you a lot harder than this if you don't do as you are told. Right let's have you up off my knees and lying down upon the examination couch.”

Timothy was blushing profusely as he was helped to stand upright. His face reddened even more as he caught sight of Lisa looking at up at him from her paperwork as he passed in front of her desk. Her eyes nonchalantly looked down at his erect penis and back up at his face. Her expression was almost disdainful of the erect state of his penis, as he was led to the examination couch like a lamb to slaughter.

It was Susie that positioned him, his body being laid back and his legs being hoisted up into the stirrups until he was stretched wide and open. His bottom was completely lifted from the surface of the couch and his legs stretched so wide that his genitals were rudely displayed to view of the young girls.

He turned his head to the side in absolute shame and complete humiliation. He was acutely aware of his penis throbbing and bouncing up and down on his stomach as both girls stood back and examined his naked body.

“Oh dear Claire, I am afraid his penis has leaked. Just look at that… it was a good job you were wearing an apron. Little boys seem to have no control at all over their bodily functions. I will get you some tissue and you can wipe him. Shame on you Timothy,” she looked at the boys burning face… “You really need to have more control over yourself!”

The girls left him for a moment as he lay in absolute torment, squeezing his eyes shut to try and distance himself from the utter and total embarrassment that had pervaded every cell of his brain. Had he heard the whispered conversation between Susie and Lisa he would have been in even more distress.

He felt gentle fingers lift up his penis and then the incredible sensation of his foreskin being stretched back so tightly that his eyes flew wide open. He saw Claire casually take a tissue to the tip of his penis and wipe away a teardrop of clear sticky liquid. He shuddered and groaned as the tissue grazed over the sensitive opening of his penis.

Susie handed Claire a second tissue, this time the tissue felt cold and wet against his timid flesh. He tried to squirm away from the sensation as she deftly wiped all around the sensitive head of his penis, completely ignoring his anguished movements as she cleaned his erect member.

He endured the next moments in shame and turmoil as Claire sprinkled talcum powder over his penis and testicles. His arousal caused him to groan in anguish as her slender fingers sensuously moved over his flesh. Each touch caused him absolute distress and shame as she smoothed both hands over the inner creases of the juncture of his thighs. The backs of her hands deliberately brushed against his scrotum as she distributed the soft powder. He almost arched his back completely off the bed as she lifted his scrotum and applied talcum powder underneath, scoring her fingers expertly over the perineum. Claire made sure that each touch of her hands aroused the young boy. She was absolutely absorbed with the delight of having his young body completely at her mercy.

His groans of anguish merely encouraged her to prolong his humiliation as she played and toyed with his genitals exactly as she wished. Standing back and savouring the sight before her. His naked body stretched wide, his penis and testicles swollen and bared for her own exclusive pleasure.

It was Lisa that broke her reverie. Claire had not realised that she had moved away from her desk. She had moved silently and unobtrusively to stand by Claire's side. She extended her slender hands forward, holding a tray containing another syringe full of gel. This time the syringe was wrapped in a plastic seal.

“It would seem a shame not to make sure that his anus is properly lubricated. As you can see, his buttocks are stretched wide and open… he will be unable to resist the syringe. I thought that perhaps it would ensure that he is far more comfortable when the doctor penetrates him. After all she may want to examine him with instruments as well as her fingers… so I thought it would be a good idea if you gave his bottom a further anal lubrication. You just have to break the seal… and the syringe is ready for use.”

To say Claire was delighted would have been an understatement. She looked at Susie, who quickly nodded her confirmation. “Yes I am sure little Timothy will be far more comfortable during his examination with his little bottom thoroughly lubricated.”

Timothy looked at the girls, blushing in shame at their aloof expressions as they watched his blushing face before deliberately looking downwards between his widely splayed legs to his bared genitals.

“Oh pleeeeease er miss…. Not the syringe again… oh no miss it er ….”

It was Claire who answered his protestations. Taking the syringe from the tray she moved to his side and broke the seal, watching his face as her articulate fingers removed the wrapping. She watched his face as he saw the large nozzle at the end of the stem. Surely the nozzle was far too big to have it inserted in his bottom. He paled as she spoke to him.

“Now I want no fuss or nonsense… it will be far better for you to have a further lubrication… I have promised Hazel that I will prepare you for your examination… and I intend that you are indeed well prepared.” Claire looked at the syringe as she handed the wrapping to Lisa. She noted that the egg shaped tip was far larger than the previous one. She looked at Lisa and then back to the head of the nozzle.

“Oh I have deliberately given you a number eight instead of a number six. It is far better now that he is nicely stretched for insertion… you should have no trouble at all. Susie will hold his penis and testicles out of the way for you.”

Lisa nonchalantly moved to the boy's side and looked down at him. She bent her pretty face low over his and held his cheek until she was sure that she had his full attention. His eyes tried to evade hers, but she moved his head, smoothing her hand over his cheek as she moved her head even closer to his and looked at him seriously.

“Right sweetheart, just keep looking at me and take a deep breath when I tell you to. Claire is just going to slip her finger into your bottom and open you up a bit and then she is going to give you a nice big squirt of lubricating gel, so that you won't have any difficulty when the doctor sees to you.”

Susie moved to the other side of the bed opposite her sister and casually cupped her slender fingers around his testicles, gently lifting the swollen orbs. With her other hand she slipped the foreskin of his penis down the rigid shaft and exposed him fully as she held his erect member completely upright.

Claire drew in her breath as she moved between his legs. She laid the syringe on the end of the couch underneath his raised bottom and slipped her fingers between his widely parted cheeks.

“Keep still sweetheart and I will be very gentle with you.” She murmured, touching the timid flesh of his sphincter with the very tip of her finger. She could see his whole body shiver as casually, she smoothed her finger over the flesh, greasing it as she watched the sphincter recoil at each firm touch. She teased the opening, hearing him gasp, as suddenly she thrust firmly, thrilling with delight as her finger slid easily up into his bottom.

“Ooooohhhh.” The boy groaned as she swirled her finger around inside him. She shivered at the exquisite and absolute thrill of having such a beautiful young boy entirely at her mercy. The sexual tingling coursed through her body like a flame. She became bolder, thrusting her finger firmly up to the hilt as she watched his reaction.

She smiled at Lisa as she saw her nonchalantly place her hand upon his heaving chest, her fingers mischievously playing over his nipple as she comforted him.

Lisa was in heaven as she observed the boy's trepidation. She looked deep into his eyes, whispering to him, her voice soft and soothing.

“There sweetheart, don't fret now, we will take good care of you.” She glanced at Claire, seeing her thrust firmly before extracting her finger from his bottom with a plop.

“There now, Claire is ready to lubricate you… so take a deep breath when I tell you to.”

Lisa watched as Claire offered the huge nozzle up to the boy's sphincter and expertly allowed the syringe to expel a little of the gel around the puckered flesh.

“Right a deep breath now.”

Lisa looked almost lovingly into his eyes, seeing his gratefulness at her tender words and caring expression. She watched the boy take in a deep lungful of air and suddenly arch his back from the bed as Claire expertly slid the huge nozzle up into his bottom. It was an exquisite moment for Claire, her movements slow and steady, guiding the syringe through the sensitive ring of his sphincter, and watching delightedly as the muscle was stretched almost impossibly wide over the extreme circumference of the nozzle.

“Arggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Hooooo hoo hoo hoo.” He groaned as Lisa looked deep into his eyes, before moving her head down to his and kissing him fully on the lips. She held him firmly as she robbed him of his breath at the exact moment that Claire saw the nozzle disappear up into his bottom.

Lisa held his lips captive for a good twenty seconds; his back arched and his body rigid with sensation. Suddenly she let him go, watching in rapture as he desperately gasped for air.

“Ooohhhhhhhh….. hoooooo.” He gasped in utter torment as Claire nonchalantly pushed the plunger hard. Seeing the sinews of his thighs harden as she expelled the entire contents of the syringe up into his quivering bottom.

“There we are.” She said brightly. “That was no trouble at all was it Timothy?”

“Oooooohhhhh hhhhhhooooooooooo arggghhh.”

The boy gasped and groaned as Lisa lowered her head and kissed him again, her soft lips closing over his and her gentle hands caressing his chest as he heaved in anguish.

Timothy could do nothing but moan. He could not believe the acuteness of the sensations he felt within his bottom and his penis. It seemed as if the two were joined in one prolonged stab of sexual torment.

He tried to contain his emotions as he looked up into the beautiful face of the young girl. Her expression showed love and tenderness, an exact contrast to the casual way that the syringe had penetrated his bottom. He expelled his breath in anguish as he felt another huge pressure within his bottom. He tried to lift his hips in an effort to escape the torment as Claire casually pulled the syringe out of his anus.

Arrrgggghhh… ooohhhhh hooooOOOOHH.”

He groaned and gasped in utter anguish as his sphincter was stretched wide over the nozzle. He could not believe the intensity of the sensation, nothing he had ever experienced compared to this. He gasped and blushed in shame as Claire casually held the syringe upwards so that he could see the glistening nozzle. Her words caused him to tremble with humiliation as she chided him.

“What a fuss you are making Timothy. Would you like me to take you over my knees and smack your silly little bare bottom for making so much fuss? Is that what you would like mmm?”

Claire put the syringe down on the trolley and looked down at the boy. Lisa and Susie moved away knowing that Claire wanted the boy's full attention. “Well Timothy you are really quite a sweet boy, it is a pity you have to make so much fuss. I have to go back now so would you like me to give you a little kiss, even though you don't really deserve it.”

Timothy looked up at her beautiful face. He could not help blushing as she looked at him. Her authoritative manner and beautiful good looks had his senses reeling. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could mumble his words Claire had leaned over him and placed her lips gently against his. Timothy looked at her as he felt her cool lips touch his own which were burning with his embarrassment. He felt her hand touch his stomach as her lips pressed against his.

He could not control his emotions, his body betraying him in reluctant rapture as she parted his lips with her tongue. He shivered as she placed her hand upon his chest, slowly sliding her flattened palm over his sensitive skin towards his pubis.

Claire suddenly thrust her tongue deep into his mouth as her delicate fingers grasped his penis firmly. She could feel the boy's chest heave as she kissed him deeply, her fingers sliding his foreskin down over the shaft of his penis, exposing him fully.

His heart thumped within his chest as Claire expertly slipped the foreskin up and down the shaft of his penis until she felt it throb violently beneath her fingers. She held his skin tightly for a moment, thrusting her tongue even more deeply into his mouth. She felt his body respond in an anguished heaving of his chest as she held him captive.

Suddenly she let him go and stood upright, waiting for him to look at her before she casually moved to stand between his legs. She could see the utter embarrassment in the boy's face as she held his attention. She could not resist the temptation to play with his body as she looked at him being held helpless by the stirrups, his legs stretched wide in a reluctant invitation to violation. Thrilling with delight she looked at him, her haughty demeanour betraying nothing of her feelings as she held his attention. Compelling him to watch, she deliberately cupped her hand under his testicles and lifted them upwards and outwards, before taking a firm grip of his penis. She noted with delight his utter embarrassment as she looked at his face. “Now promise me you will be a good boy when you are having your examination, will you promise me that Timothy?”

The boy looked aghast as Claire held his genitals firmly in her hands. For a moment he could not speak and then he managed to mumble his affirmation.

”Oh please miss… er I promise.”

Claire smiled at him… and suddenly turned away. She did not look back at him as she left the room.

It was twenty minutes later that Timothy was helped out of the stirrups and allowed to stand with his arms by his sides. Cynthia and Hazel had reappeared; Cynthia was carrying a neatly folded paper hospital gown. On top of the gown was a pair of modesty pants and paper over-shoes, both which had elasticised openings.

The young boy was made to stand naked in front of all of the girls as Cynthia made him raise his feet one by one so he could step into the pants. She did not allow him to pull them up himself, instead she slid the garment up over his thighs and then nonchalantly grasped his now flaccid penis and stuffed it inside the pants before pulling the paper material up over his hips. His gown was slipped up over his arms and pulled over his shoulders, Cynthia merely tying the top string leaving his back fully exposed. She had deliberately chosen a gown that was too short and as she stepped back and looked at him, she had to stifle a grin. The hem of the paper gown only descended as far as the juncture of his thighs. The ruffled paper around each thigh was clearly visible. She bent down again and lifted his feet one by one as she made him step into the shapeless paper shoes.

Cynthia led the way with Hazel following holding Timothy's arm in a firm grip. They entered the first of the reception areas where another pretty young woman had taken Lisa's place at the reception desk.

Timothy averted his eyes as she looked him up and down. He could not help his face colouring up in a bright blush of redness as he was marched through the room. Once out into the greeting area he was led through the first door which was signed consulting rooms. Normally anyone entering the corridor to the consulting rooms would be fully dressed in street clothes. The paper gown and pants that Timothy was wearing rustled and crinkled as he walked. He was well aware that the sound would alert anyone to his presence.

Timothy blushed as he entered the long wide corridor. He could see two young girls, casually chatting at a coffee machine which was recessed into the wall. They were both dressed in the blouses and skirts which were standard office dress for the building. He blushed profusely as they looked up from their conversation and smiled at him as he was led past. He blushed deeply as one of the girls looked down at his bared legs and paper pants.

The left side of the corridor was made up of a series of tall doorways, each door signed in script with the name of the doctor. To the sides of each door were chairs and tables, typical of any waiting area.

To his right the walls were made up of floor to ceiling glass partitions. The first of these had lowered Venetian blinds, which were closed hiding the rooms beyond. Timothy felt utterly foolish as he was led past the two girls. He could see that their original smile of greeting had turned to one of amusement and prurient interest.

As Cynthia led them along the corridor, he realised that the next set of blinds were open, revealing a large open-plan office full of secretaries and office personnel. As they walked by, he watched the young girls at work and for a few moments seemed not to realise that they could see him as clearly as he could see them. The horrible realization came to him as one of the young secretaries looked up and snickered as she saw him dressed in his hospital gown with his back bared and just the slim paper pants covering his bottom. Worse was to come as the young girl turned to her friends and pointed towards Timothy. Soon his near naked body had the attention of the entire office. Some of the girls stood up from their desks to get a better view of the young boy as he was paraded past the glass partitions. His face was blushing profusely as they neared a door that read. ‘Dr. Lucy Ashcroft.'

5

 

Celia Clarke and Dr. Lucy Ashcroft had been ensconced in conversation with Vicki Grant and Jenny Althorpe, for quite some time. Their conversation had ranged over the many treatments that the boy was to receive. Occasionally Hazel had joined the conversation, explaining to her aunt the routine that they had adopted in her absence. Jenny had been very interested to learn of Susan and Gail's involvement with the boy. She clearly remembered Gail's mother and was quietly delighted that a girl, from such a well thought of family, should have an interest in her son's welfare.

Celia Clarke was an ambitious twenty-five year old school nurse. Dr. Ashcroft had immediately recognized the ambition of the young woman and had seen the opportunity to use her.

Lucy had liked the look of the nurse when they had first met - and had soon realized that her ambitious nature would overcome any hesitation in her providing the kind of supervision the boy would need at school. She also saw knew that the nurse was well thought-of by the educational health authorities and as such was left alone to run her department as she saw fit. The department comprised of herself as nurse and matron to the pupils, along with two other nursing staff which were under her supervision, Wilma Bray and Jennifer Clayton.

Celia had taken up her position in the private school that Timothy, Susan and Gail attended, only six months ago. The head mistress and fellow teachers had quickly found her to be quietly efficient and very competent.

Dr. Ashcroft had hinted several times to Celia, that the post of schools supervising nurse (a post which encompassed eight schools throughout the county) could be hers in three years time. Celia was bright and understood that the way forward for her career, would be assured with the help of Lucy Ashcroft. She admired and respected the young doctor and saw in her, a route to a furthering her own career. She had not seen Timothy during her time at the school and had missed him during the boys' day of examinations.

There were two important factors that had convinced Lucy Ashcroft of Celia Clarke's suitability to take care of the boy's regime while at school. The first of these was Celia's stunning good looks. If she had not had become a nurse, Lucy thought that she would have made a perfect fashion model. Celia was not at all voluptuous; her body was slender with long legs and small petite breasts. Her face was beautifully shaped; the bone structure of high cheekbones and firm jaw line gave her an intelligent and somewhat forbidding appearance, in that she did not look as if she would suffer fools gladly.

The second reason was that Lucy had observed her on several occasions examining both boys and girls when she was on her regular visits to the school. She had immediately recognized Celia's penchant for sexual pleasure at her patient's expense. Her handling of both boys and girls had appeared efficient and professional and yet Lucy had noticed that the positions that she had made them adopt had been far more exaggerated than was absolutely necessary. Lucy rightly assumed that her methods of examination had much to do with pleasuring her own appetites.

Her handling of their genitalia had made the young patients become aroused and Lucy had been rather surprised when Celia had nonchalantly made one young boy ejaculate, certainly with no hesitance to the fact that she was being observed by Dr. Ashcroft; merely tutting at the young boy as if it was entirely his own fault. Lucy had been very impressed with the girl's confidence and authoritarian approach. She had smiled to herself as she thought of her own predilections musing that, it takes one to know one.

Lucy Ashcroft had had little trouble in convincing Jenny Althorpe, that her son Timothy should undergo the range of treatments that she had put forward. There had been no hesitation in Jenny agreeing to the collection of her son's sperm for the sole use of the clinic. Jenny was delighted to learn that she would receive the treatment for her son at the shared expense of both the clinic and the local health authority.

“So we are agreed.” Lucy spoke clearly to Jenny Althorpe, “that Timothy will be admitted on to our ward for his examinations and treatments this week. We should be able to release him by Friday. He will be certainly over halfway through his depilatory procedure by then and of course that it will be far better for Timothy to be permanently denuded of pubic hair.”

She continued. “Hazel has managed the boy very well it seems and of course you have Vicki here, as well as the services of my visiting nurses. I think we will have no trouble in getting Timothy sorted out. Even if it is a long term approach it will be far better now that we know of his problem and are able to help him without him being allowed to resort to masturbation. I think it would be better if he did not consort with other boys in the holidays, it can sometimes lead to unsavoury activities. It will be better for him to have the company of Susan and Gail. Both of these girls seem to have an understanding of his psyche and his rather unusual physical condition.”

Jenny had nodded sagely. She was rather relieved that the issue was being managed so well and that Timothy was not going to be a problem. She was most impressed with Lucy Ashcroft and thought that perhaps she had been rather lucky in it being her that had identified the problem so quickly.

Cynthia stood in front of the door marked ‘Dr. Lucy Ashcroft” She knocked and waited until the door was opened. Timothy was utterly embarrassed by his long walk down the corridor. Now as he stood with Hazel holding him by the arm, he was aware that the whole of the rear of his body was exposed to the view of the offices opposite… as well as to anyone that might walk down the corridor. He waited, blushing profusely as a rather matronly woman of about forty years of age held open the door for them to enter.

He was led into a small vestibule and stood with Hazel, waiting while the woman walked with Cynthia to a door at the other side of the vestibule and knocked. Moments later he was led through. He suddenly began to shiver as he saw the four women seated in a semi circle. He looked in disbelief at them as he was positioned in the middle of the room. Hazel stood behind him and positioned his arms by his side before firmly taking hold of his upper-arm again.

He blushed profusely; a deep and burning blush suffused his cheeks, as his mother stood up and quickly kissed him on the cheek.

“Hello Timothy, did you miss me? I understand that Hazel has been looking after you very well. Dr. Ashcroft has been explaining your problem to me. Weren't you a naughty boy for not telling me about your testicles swelling like that? It might have saved you from having so much discomfort. Never mind, the doctor has assured me that you will be fine with regular treatment.”

Timothy could only blush in utter confusion as his mother sat down. Her casual mentioning of his testicles embarrassed him greatly; he had always kept his body private from his mother and had made sure that she never saw him undressed.

He noticed that the two nurses Penny and Tina had entered the room from a door to the left of where he was standing. Through the open doorway, he saw to his utter dismay, the ominous shape of a modern gynaecological chair. The stirrups had already been extended to a high and wide stance. He shivered again as Penny closed the door behind her and went to stand with Tina behind the seated women.

The room was large for a consulting room. Dr. Ashcroft was seated next to his mother. Celia Clarke was seated to her right and Vicki Grant sat on the other side of Dr. Ashcroft. Behind them was a long conference table which held several piles of paperwork. To Timothy's left was single padded stool and next to that was an instrument trolley, with a white cloth covering its surface. To his left were several instrument trolleys. Some held a variety of ominous looking syringes and medical instruments while others were empty as Cynthia had already begun placing the instruments in order on the nearest trolley. He had immediately recognised Celia Clarke as his school nurse. He blushed again as she suddenly caught his eye. Her expression betrayed no emotion as she looked at him calmly.

He looked away, returning his attention reluctantly back to his mother. He stood in abject dismay, acutely aware of the brevity of his covering as his mother looked back at him, her comforting smile providing no comfort whatsoever to assuage his acute embarrassment. He shivered as Dr. Lucy Ashcroft spoke to his mother.

“I want to show you Timothy's genitals. He has not had any semen extracted today, so you will be able to understand the months of difficulty he must have been having by not telling anyone about his problem.”

Timothy was shivering in absolute humiliation as his mother looked at him intently, her eyes travelling down to the brief pants that were visible below the short paper gown he was wearing.

He felt Hazel grip his arm more tightly as Dr. Ashcroft addressed her. “Hazel be a dear and take his gown and pants off for me, would you?”

Timothy groaned loudly as Hazel stood behind him and began to untie the string of his gown. He was shivering as the gown was slipped from his shoulders and laid on one of the unused instrument trolleys. He felt Hazels cool hands touch his body, high up on either side of his waist. As she slid her hands down his torso towards the waist of his paper pants he groaned and suddenly grasped the waist of the pants in both hands. In anguish he stood defiantly holding the paper pants up, his knuckles white as he gripped tightly.

Jenny watched mesmerised as Hazel merely sighed and apologised to the seated women. “I am sorry, he is probably just a little overwrought.”

Timothy was absolutely shocked and flabbergasted by the cool efficiency in which Hazel took hold of him and sat down on the stool, before quickly bending him face down over her knees. The sudden upending of his body made him throw his hands forward, only to try and reach back again as she summilarily stripped his paper pants down to his knees in one deft movement.

“Oh please no… oh no…no…no…” Timothy wailed in anguish as Hazel placed her hand gently and sensuously over the cheeks of his bottom.

“Please no… please Hazel… er miss… not in front of…”

“Slaaaaaaapppppppp.” Hazel raised her hand and brought it down over his buttocks. Time and time and time again her hand rose and smacked smartly down on the boy's upturned bottom cheeks.

“Please… no…oh no, no, no!”

His pleas were to no avail as Hazel soundly and thoroughly spanked his bottom. Over thirty sharp slaps had been administered to his bottom before she stopped.

“Ohh oooohhhhhh… please noooo more.” The boy wailed in abject anguish and shame as Hazel placed her hand flat against the burning and quivering cheeks of his bottom.

It was his mother's soft voice that pierced the torment of his mind. “Now Timothy, please don't let me down and be a naughty boy. It is the hiding of your genitals from me that has made you ill. Now promise me that you will be a good boy… please Timothy.”

The boy was in utter turmoil as his mother spoke to him. He had hoped that she would have admonished Hazel for spanking him… instead she seemed unconcerned with the fact that he had been thoroughly spanked by his young cousin.

“Now are you going to promise me that you will do as you are told… and behave?”

Timothy could not believe his shame as he answered his mother. “Oh yes… Mummy… I promise I will be good.”

Jenny leaned back in her chair and looked at Hazel quickly before turning back to look at her son's reddened face.

“Well in that case Timothy I will take your word for it. I am rather surprised with you… you have been a very good little boy at home. Now lay still until Hazel has finished your spanking and then I want you to behave properly or I shall ask her to give you another one with my hairbrush until you DO behave. Do you understand me Timothy?

“Oh please no more… ooooh nooooo.” He could not believe that his mother had considered his spanking to be unfinished. His pleas again fell on deaf ears as Hazel raised her hand - and to her surprise continued the spanking, which she also thought she had already finished.

Timothy was beside himself with utter shame as he lay naked but for the paper pants around his knees, his bared bottom being soundly spanked in front of his mother.

Hazel continued as the boy wriggled and sobbed on her knees. She gave him another thirty smacks, seeing that his bottom was absolutely bright red as at last she came to a halt. She could feel his body shivering as she placed her stinging hand gently over the burning cheeks of his bottom. She could not help feeling a thrill as she lifted the naked boy upright and deftly slipped the pants down to his ankles. She noted that he was clutching his hands to his groin as she knelt in front of him and slipped the garment from each of his feet taking the paper over-shoes with them.

Looking up at him, her face stern and unforgiving she took his wrists in each hand. She stood up slowly and raised his hands and placed them on top of his head. She placed her left hand under his chin and raised his tearstained face so that he could not avoid her gaze.

“One more act of disobedience and I shall use your mother's hairbrush to spank your bare bottom… DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”

Timothy sobbed in shame and anguish as he looked into her beautiful face. “Oh yes miss, sob… please miss I am sooooo sorry.”

Hazel looked at him and stoked the tears from his cheeks her voice softened to a tender and caring timbre. “Right… we will continue. Now just be a good boy sweetie… there now… let's dry those tears…”

She wiped away his tears with her gentle fingers playing against his burning cheeks and then quickly stood back as both Penny and Tina moved to each side of the naked boy. Together the nurses took his wrists and placed his arms outward, holding his forearms across their bodies.

Jenny looked closely at her son's naked body for probably the first time for several years. She could see how perfectly proportioned his naked body was and was further intrigued to see that his penis although flaccid was very well developed. Even after talking to Dr. Ashcroft, she could not believe how large and bulbous his scrotum looked, the bag tight and bulging beneath the shaft of his penis.

Lucy Ashcroft had seemingly ignored the boy's chastisement as she stood in front of him and beckoned Jenny Althorpe to stand with her. Timothy jolted as if he had been stung as he suddenly felt the cool and delicate touch against his timid flesh.

The doctor's long slender fingers gently lifted his flaccid penis and held it out for Jenny to observe.

“Now you will see that his foreskin is still rather tight as I slip it back over the corona. It shows that he has probably not indulged in masturbation. If you place your fingers at either side of the shaft and slide the skin up over the head and then withdraw it again, you will be able to feel the tightness. I will just make his penis erect and then you can have a feel… and judge for yourself.” She turned to Cynthia… “Would you spread his legs wider please and then attend to his bottom. I want him fully erect!”

Both Tina and Penny had tightened their grip upon his arms as the doctor had begun to manipulate the flesh of his penis. They had felt his body tense and held him firmly so that he could not escape the touch of her fingers.

Jenny looked towards Cynthia. She saw the girl nonchalantly coat the first two fingers of her right hand and then move to stand behind Timothy. Had Timothy been able to observe this action he might have been even more anguished than he was already.

He gasped in shame and embarrassment as the doctor held his penis outwards for his mother's inspection, shuddering visibly as he felt Cynthia simultaneously slip her hand between his thighs from the rear. The young nurse's voice was cool and nonchalant as she spoke to him. “Stand with your legs nice and wide… come along now.”

She tapped the inside of his thighs as he shuffled his knees apart until he was standing spread-legged. He shivered as he felt her gentle hands part his buttocks and her slender fingers slip inside. He shivered and shuddered as suddenly her finger pressed firmly against his sphincter.

“Take a deep breath now.” Before he could comply with her instruction, she had slipped her finger expertly through the tightened ring of muscle and up into his bottom.

“Ooooohhhhh… oh…oh.. ugghhhh.” She allowed him no time to contemplate her action as she quickly located his prostate gland, scoring her finger firmly over the intimate and sensitive mound.

At the same time as Cynthia had penetrated his bottom Lucy Ashcroft had stretched the foreskin tight as she pressed against the base of his penis. In a sensual motion she began to slip the skin up and down the shaft, her gentle fingers deliberately brushing over the sensitive rim of the glans.

“Ooooohh arrrggggghhhh.” Timothy shivered in turmoil as his senses were quickly alerted to the inescapable touch of their fingers upon his body. His body suddenly tensed and he raised himself onto the tips of his toes and Cynthia deftly slipped a second finger up into his bottom, stretching his anus widely.

“There we are.” Her voice was cool and casual as he felt his penis begin to throb at the relentless manipulation of his flesh by the nurse and the young doctor.

Jenny Althorpe could not help looking up at his face in surprise as his penis erected fully, the throbbing flesh engorging to a size that she thought was almost impossible for a boy of Timothy's age.

Suddenly their fingers stilled. Although Cynthia was still penetrating his bottom she had slipped one of her fingers out of his anus and stilled the motion of the other. She watched as Dr. Ashcroft let the boy calm himself for a moment, her palm placed gently beneath the engorged flesh.

Jenny could not believe how large Timothy's penis was as she looked at her son. His body was almost rigid with sensation, his head held back and his body tensed as he stood spread-legged and naked before her.

Dr. Ashcroft waited until the boy stopped tensing his body. Then she spoke to him, delighting in his embarrassment as he looked at her. “Now keep absolutely still, while your mother examines your penis and testicles.

Timothy bit his lip in shame as the doctor let his penis go and moved back. She took her own chair from behind her and deliberately placed it in front of him for his mother to sit on. She took a tissue from one of the trolleys and watched as Jenny cleansed her hands with the medicated wipe.

Timothy could not help looking at his mother, trembling in shame as she sat down on the chair in front of him. He drew in his breath in one mighty gulp as he steeled himself for what must surely come next.

His body trembled and shook as Jenny Althorpe reached forward.