Timothy by Jane Marwood
Part 2
Gail looked at Susan, her beautiful lips set in a wide smile that showed her
perfect white and glistening teeth. She could not have explained her excitement
at having a young boy so completely exposed and humiliated before her. Of
course there was the curiosity of being able to examine a young boy so
intimately; but her enjoyment and excitement at his humiliation was a
revelation to her. Gail was also aware that her feelings were very much echoed
by her friend Susan - and as she quickly glanced across at her friend, she
could see a similar sexual excitement written clearly in her eyes.
Rather than dismiss her feelings or try to hide them, Gail was confident enough
to explore them and felt no embarrassment at perhaps exposing her newly
acquired desires. She spoke to Susan, her words really intended for the young
boy so vulnerably and rudely exposed before her. "It is a good job that young
Timothy here is being well behaved, he is in a most suitable position to have
his little bottom smacked." Delivered with the sentence was a light tap upon
his upturned bottom, her delicate fingers immediately stroking over the
quivering cheeks of his buttocks over where she had smacked him. Gail looked at
his face to see the effect her words had had upon him, the deep blush to his
cheeks immediately rewarded her. His bottom lip had begun to quiver and his eyes
had a look of anguish as he turned his head to look over his shoulder at the
young and beautiful head girl. It was the nurse who put a stop to his
embarrassment, at least for the time being, by addressing both Susan and Gail.
Her voice was soft and gentle although she was smiling at the obvious pleasure
that the girls were experiencing as they examined the boy. "Poor Timothy is
quite embarrassed by all your attention and... I think it is perhaps time for
the doctor to see him again. If you would like to go through and tell her that
he is ready." She raised her eyebrows in a questioning look to which both Gail
and Susan, rather disappointedly, obeyed.
"Bye Timothy." Susan said as she turned and walked with Gail through the gap in
the screens to the first part of the room.
Timothy was in turmoil; his body was shaking with pure anguish and deep-rooted
embarrassment. It had been several years since any one had seen his body
completely naked, apart from the communal showers after sports lessons while at
school. He had jealously guarded his privacy and had avoided situations even
where he would have had to take his shirt off in front of a female, unless it
was at the swimming pool or the beach.
He looked up at the nurses as they stood beside him, their starched uniforms
touching his body as they leaned over him to adjust his position. He blushed as
one of the nurses smiled at him before touching the inside of his thigh and
indicating that he should position his knees even more widely. He was acutely
aware that his penis was erect and that it was in plain view for all to see
between his widely spread thighs. He watched as one of them took a tube of
lubricant from the trolley and unscrewed the cap. Subconsciously he contracted
the muscles of his sphincter, shuddering involuntarily at the thought of her
gentle fingers invading his bottom.
Suddenly he was aware that the nurses were standing more to attention and
looking over his body towards the other part of the room. He could not help
groan as his eyes followed theirs to the procession of people that were walking
towards him. He was acutely aware of his humiliating and vulnerable position as
he knelt helplessly upon the examination table.
"Well Timothy, lets see what we can manage this time shall we. Now be a good boy
and try and relax your bottom a bit more this time."
Timothy groaned not just at the embarrassing and intimate nature of what the
doctor had just said but also at the fact that both Susan and Gail had followed
the doctor and Susan's mother into the screened area. He tried to turn his head
away as both Susan and Gail looked him in the eye, but was halted by the
doctor's next words.
"I want you to listen to what I say and follow my instructions, do you
understand me Timothy?" He blushed immediately at the authoritative tone of the
young female doctor as she laid a hand gently on his bottom cheeks. "Now relax
your bottom please, there's a good boy." Her words were followed by a couple of
gentle pats on his bottom as in horror he watched, not the doctor, but Mrs
Grant take the lubricant from the nurse and gently place her soft hand upon his
bottom.
"Now Timmy, be a good boy and relax, I promise I won't hurt you." Vicki Grant's
voice was soft and soothing as she gently pressed her hand between his widely
spread buttocks and applied a cool gel to his upturned bottom. Her fingers
delicately sliding over his delicate flesh until her fingertips rested against
the tightly closed rosebud of his sphincter. He shuddered as deftly she
inserted the tip of her finger, watching the young boy's flesh almost quake
with sensation as she deliberately slid her finger all the way up into his
bottom.
Susan looked at Gail, both girls visibly excited as they watched the boy being
rudely impaled by a slender finger. "There's a good boy." Vicki said as she
rotated her finger until she was able to easily rub over the boy's sensitive
prostate gland. "Oooooooooooohhh... arggggggghhh." Timothy could do nothing but
groan, his face showing the anguish and humiliation he was feeling. "Now be a
good boy for the doctor. You wouldn't want to make a fuss in front of Susan and
Gail now would you?" Timothy looked over his shoulder in abject dismay at Mrs
Grant, feeling her finger move sensuously over his prostate gland. He watched
almost mesmerised with fear and trepidation as the doctor moved to his side and
sat on a stool before reaching underneath him. Her fingers gently wrapped
around his erect penis enveloping him in a firm grasp, as one of the nurses
lifted up a test tube from the trolley and took a stool so that she could sit
at the other side of him.
He was acutely aware of the magnitude of his humiliation as he watched both Gail
and Susan position themselves behind the second nurse. He was almost beside
himself with embarrassment, as the girls looked at him, acutely aware that the
nurse had moved closer and was gently stroking his burning cheek as if he was a
baby.
Suddenly and involuntarily, his body jerked as he felt the doctor deftly squeeze
his penis and quickly draw the foreskin back until it was stretched tight,
exposing him fully to the interested gaze of both Gail and Susan.
"Arrgggghhhh...ooohhhhhhhhh." He groaned as he felt the doctor let the palm of
her other hand rub over the sensitive opening of his penis. As if on queue, a
second finger was suddenly slipped up into his bottom; his widely parted
buttocks and the slipperiness of the lubricant affording him no resistance Mrs
Grant's rude invasion of his bottom.
"Arrggghhhhhhhhhhh...argggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh."
His groans of anguish went unheeded as simultaneously Vicki and the young doctor
stimulated the boy to fever pitch. Their hands seemed to stimulate every nerve
in his body as together, the doctor began deftly milking his penis and Vicki
probed and stroked her fingers gently over the soft pliant flesh of his
prostate. He watched the nurse lean forward and gently take hold of his
scrotum, her cool fingers cupping the sensitive swollen orbs of his testicles.
He began to writhe his hips in a reluctant and humiliating gyration as Vicki,
in absolute synchronisation with the doctor and nurses, relentlessly stimulated
the boy.
"Pllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssse...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrggggggh."
The young boy's wail of anguish signalled his approaching climax. His body
shivered and shook as plethora of delicate female fingers stimulated him to an
anguished and humiliating climax. He raised his head and wailed aware of the
utter humiliation of being forced to ejaculate as the nurse nonchalantly held
the test-tube to the tip of his thrusting penis.
"Arrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He seemed to
have lost any semblance of control over his body; such was the intensity of his
ejaculation. Spurt after spurt of semen entered the jar as the doctor slid her
slender fingers up and down the shaft of his penis in a practised milking
motion. Cleverly they prolonged his climax, almost casually using their
expertise to stimulate the boy to greater heights of anguish and ecstasy.
Easily they toyed with his emotions, watching him in an almost detached manner
as he spurted his semen into the waiting test-tube.
Without warning Vicki raised her hand and smacked him smartly three times across
the left cheek of his bottom. Timothy's eyes opened wide in shock as he reared
up, only to feel the quickening strokes of the doctor's hand over the timid
flesh of his penis. He gasped in horrible embarrassment at the humiliation of
having his bottom smacked, his shame complete and overwhelming.
The shock of the smack and the smarting of his flesh allied to the quickening
strokes of the doctor's hand upon his penis acted like an electric shock. His
entire body becoming rigid and taut, his muscles tensing and straining, as if
he were in a spasm.
The doctor smiled up at Vicki, almost amused at her unusual stimulus, as she was
rewarded with yet another mighty spurt of semen into the proffered glass
test-tube. The second nurse stroked her hand over the young boy's back, gently
but firmly pushing his shoulders back down onto the examination couch.
"There... poor baby... there now, it will all be over soon." Her words were
soft and gentle as she stoked her hand over his naked body before bending her
head down to his and kissing him softly on the cheek.
Both Gail and Susan moved forward to stand on either side of the nurse and began
to gently stroke their hands over his back and shoulders. Their excitement was
almost palpable as they felt his body shiver uncontrollably while the doctor
milked the last drop of semen from his penis.
3
Timothy sat beside Hazel as they drove the few miles back to the house. He had
not said a word but instead had listened to Hazel's admonishment in abject
embarrassment and humility. "Of course I can understand that you are
embarrassed... any boy would be, but to be so tardy and slow to obey is quite
beyond me." Hazel had thought about what she was going to say well in advance
and had chosen her words carefully. "Now you would think when so many people are
involved in your welfare that you would be a little more co-operative. Susan's
mother I am sure has enough work and responsibility without her having to take
on more. She has offered to help and what do you do... but be downright
disobedient." Hazel was referring to the end of the examination when Vicki had
suggested that she take Timothy back to the lockers to dress. Much to his
embarrassment she had led him through the door only to be confronted by a room
full of fourth form girls and their parents who had just arrived for their
medical examinations. In horror the boy had let go of Vicki's hand and had
rushed back into the surgery. Both Vicki and Hazel had forcibly held his arms
and marched him stark naked through the crowded room. He had struggled and
pleaded in vein as the girls, who were still fully dressed in their school
uniforms, had giggled and even pointed at the naked and blushing youth. "Now
what am I going to do with you Timothy?" He could not help looking at Hazel as
she concentrated on the road ahead. Her exquisite face showed no emotion and yet
the mere nearness of such a beautiful girl unnerved him. "You had better make a
decision... either I am going to deal with you or I am going to have to tell
your mother and let her deal with you... and I am reluctant to trouble her in
her present state of ill health. Well young man what is it to be?" Hazel knew
the importance of the boy's decision, but was reasonably confident of what the
outcome would be. She smiled to herself and felt a thrill run through her body
as she thought of what the boy would have said had he known of what she had in
mind for him.
"Oh Hazel... er miss... I mean... er please don't tell my mother. I promise to
be good I really do."
"Well what about your behaviour so far, do you not think that that needs
remedying you will have to learn to modify your behaviour somehow."
" I am sorry... I promise I will be obedient... but please don't tell my mother,
I couldn't bear for her to know."
"Alright Timothy, I promise not to tell your mother, if you promise me that you
will accept my authority in her absence." Hazel was careful to make no mention
of anything specific, or indeed the actual word 'punishment'.
"I promise miss... I will be good." Timothy managed to stammer as Hazel glanced
at him quickly.
"In that case we will say no more about it, now cheer up and I will make you a
nice late lunch or early tea... whichever you prefer to call it." Hazel had
deliberately lightened her tone and proceeded to put the boy more at ease. She
had won a small battle in getting the boy to agree to her authority and
unbeknown to him her punishment of him. She patted him on the knee and smiled
at him as she drove steadily down the country road. "Now you can be the
navigator and tell me in plenty of time when I should turn right or left." She
watched the boy relax as they continued the journey, Making sure that he had no
inkling as to what was to follow.
The journey went without further incident, Timothy relaxing and feeling far more
at ease as they finally pulled into the driveway of the house.
Timothy had eaten his tea and was watching daytime television as Hazel finally
finished her hour-long phone call to her mother. She had decided to use the
bedside phone in the guestroom so that her conversation would be well out of
earshot of the boy. During the conversation she had leisurely painted her long
fingernails bright red. She held out her hand to admire them as she walked to
her wardrobe. Feeling relaxed and yet excited at the prospect of what was to
come she changed into a white shirt, which was tightly waisted, accenting her
full firm breasts. She wore no brassiere, rather choosing to let her nipples
rub sensuously against the fine cotton fabric. Her skirt was a fine cotton navy
pleat, the hem of which came to mid-thigh, showing off her beautifully firm and
tanned legs. She completed her ensemble with a wide patent leather belt, which
she knew would draw even more attention to her slender waist and full breasts.
She now carefully applied new make-up to her face before examining herself in
the mirror. Bereft of false modesty she knew the effect her exquisite
appearance would have on the young boy. She stepped into a pair of Gucci high-
heeled shoes and fastened the slender straps around her ankles. One last look in
the mirror confirmed the effect she had been hoping for. From her shiny black
hair to the glint of the patent leather shoes, she was dressed to perfection.
She stooped down and unhooked a leather belt from one of her suitcases and
placed the broad safety-strap upon her bed. She twirled once more in front of
the mirror, revelling in the sight that greeted her. Standing still she held
her face in a stern expression before turning and walking slowly and
deliberately through to the sitting room. "Right Timothy, I have just talked to
my... your auntie and she says that your mother is doing fine and feeling a lot
better for a little care and attention. Now turn off that television and we
will have a little chat."
Timothy had been lounging upon the settee and had turned his head almost lazily
towards the sound of Hazel's voice. He was wearing his school uniform, but had
changed his shoes to a pair of comfortable tennis shoes. The thought of getting
undressed again had been quickly dismissed from his mind.
As he saw her, he sat bolt upright, his face immediately colouring to the shade
of a beetroot, her beauty and cool demeanour immediately denuding him of any
semblance of self-confidence. He jumped up as if he had been stung and quickly
switched off the television set. He felt strangely faint as he sat down, this
time in an upright position with his hands placed primly upon the knees of his
school trousers. Hazel moved to stand before him, her legs astride as she
looked at his blushing face.
"Right Timothy my boy, I have reluctantly done as you requested and withheld the
knowledge of your behaviour from your mother. However you must be dealt with and
I intend, as your temporary guardian, to take you firmly in hand." She watched
his face turn from a deep crimson to an almost livid purple as each word
deepened his utter embarrassment and total humiliation. She gave him one more
cool appraising look before moving through the room and taking a hard backed
chair from beside the table where he would normally have been doing his
homework at this time of day. She placed the chair in the middle of the room and
sat upon it, her skirt falling around her legs to reveal even more bared thigh.
She sat with her knees together, totally aware of her own beauty and the
electrifying effect she was having upon the young boy's emotions. "Right,
Timothy, come and stand in front of me. Stand up straight with your hands by
your sides." She waited, coolly watching as the young boy struggled to his feet
and shuffled shamefaced and embarrassed to stand in front of her. "Stand to
attention and look at me while I am speaking to you. This is a serious matter
and I want your full attention." Timothy was quaking in his shoes as he managed
to meet her gaze, standing straight with his arms by his sides he felt himself
begin to shiver. Hazel could not have been more pleased with the effect she was
having upon the young boy as she delivered her coup de grace.
"I am afraid that it has been left to me to instil in you some proper discipline
and good behaviour. To make sure that I have your co-operation and compliance
in the future I am going to punish you." She felt a thrill run through her body
as the young boy almost wilted under the word punishment. I am going to punish
you, as all young boys need to be punished. I don't want to do it... but it is
my duty to correct your behaviour before it gets out of hand. Now I hope you
are going to take your punishment with good grace and without fuss. If you
disobey me in any way whatsoever, I shall increase your punishment... do you
understand me?"
Timothy was almost mesmerised by the combination of her beauty and her
authority. He could not believe that he could feel so humiliated and
embarrassed... to be punished by a young girl of such beauty... it was
unthinkable...and yet here he was standing trembling and ashamed in front of
her! He shook visibly as she spoke to him again. Timothy looked at her in
absolute horror as she waited for his answer. This beautiful girl that he had
met only yesterday, the girl he would have loved to have had been able to
impress with his maturity and helpfulness, was now to punish him!
'Surely she did not mean to punish him physically...his whole body shuddered at
the thought!'
He managed to stammer a reply... almost incoherently through his haze of
embarrassment. "Y'y... yes miss."
"Now take off your Jacket and trousers, you had better take off your shoes and
socks first. Place your clothes over the chair by the table and then come back
here and stand in front of me again... oh and Timothy..." She paused, savouring
the moment. "Bring me one of your tennis shoes."
'So she was to punish him physically'
Before he could protest she held up her hand. "If you protest or plead with me,
I will call your mother and tell her of your behaviour and that I am about to
punish you. If you resist physically I will call Mrs. Grant and Susan and ask
them to help me restrain you... and I don't think you would like the
embarrassment of being spanked on your bare bottom in front of them... do you?
Now off you go and do as you have been instructed. You may keep your shirt and
underpants on"
Timothy, blushing and trembling with abject embarrassment moved over to the
table. His trembling fingers just managing to undo his shoe laces. He shivered
with humiliation, aware of Hazel's stern glare as he divested himself of his
clothes until he was standing in just his shirt and underpants. He felt utterly
ridiculous as he bent down to pick up one of his tennis shoes. 'The ignominy of
having to carry ones own implement of punishment!' His shirt, which had long
flaps at the front and back, thankfully hid his underpants from view. He
returned to stand in front of her, his eyes downcast and his bottom lip
quivering with embarrassment. Slowly he raised his eyes to look at her, feeling
utterly foolish and small as she raised her beautifully manicured hand and took
the tennis shoe from his trembling fingers. Placing it on the floor by the side
of her chair, she reached forward and placed her hands on each of his hips and
pulled him forward until he was standing with his knees touching hers. Without
a word, she reached under his shirt, her soft hands making him shiver as she
touched his bare flesh. She slipped her fingers into the top of his underpants
and deftly drew them down until the elasticised waistband was tight around his
knees. Hazel knew that he would find this even more embarrassing than her
having taken them off completely. He could not help watching, almost mesmerised
as she pulled her skirt up until her thighs were completely bare.
"As you will have gathered, I am going to spank your bare bottom, I hope that it
will be a lesson well learned. This will be the first part of your punishment
only, the second will be more of a taste of what is to come if you disobey me
further."
Timothy shuddered with embarrassment and trepidation as she looked into his
blushing face. She took hold of his hips once more and positioned him to her
side, his feet shuffling to follow her bidding. Quickly, with an almost
practised motion she lifted up the front flap of his shirt and suddenly tipped
his body over her knee. She heard him gasp, as in an instance; he was
positioned with his head hanging down and his hands touching the floor, the
right cheek of his blushing face now touching the smooth skin of her shapely
calf. He gasped once more as she opened her knees slightly, allowing his penis
and testicles to hang between the firm silky flesh of her thighs. She felt a
thrill run through her body as deliberately, she squeezed her knees together,
holding his genitals firmly between her legs. The baring of his bottom was done
in a silent and almost ritualistic manner. He was aware of every nuance of the
humiliating action, as slowly and deliberately she raised his shirt flap. Her
soft fingers gently uncovered the naked cheeks of his bottom, eliciting an
involuntary gasp of embarrassment from her victim as she folded the flap over
so that it lay on the small of his back. The placing of the cool palm of her
hand over the very centre of his quivering bottom completed his total
humiliation. The softness of her thighs was already adding another element to
the unthinkable humiliation that Timothy was being subjected to. To his horror
he felt a throb and an unwelcome swelling in his penis. It was to his utter
chagrin that he realised that his penis was beginning to erect. He blushed
unable to control himself or his actions; he spoke even though he had been
warned not to. He just could not help pleading, if only to break the spell of
the silent baring of his body and to cover up the now incessant throbbing he
felt in his groin.
"Please er.. miss... please n'no"
Hazel knew the trauma the boy must be feeling and prolonged his degradation by
smoothing her hand gently over his bottom cheeks, the objects of her intended
chastisement. She thrilled as she felt his penis stiffen and throb
uncontrollably between her thighs. She had known that it would not be long
before the softness of her skin against his freshly shaven flesh and the
intimacy of his position would stimulate him to a delicious erection between
her legs.
"Now take your punishment like a brave boy." Her words were spoken softly as she
picked up the tennis shoe and with an apparent cool detachment raised the soft
rubber sole to shoulder height. She grasped his waist and held him tightly as
she delivered the first stroke.
"Slaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppp." As the rubber shoe bit into the soft left cheek of his
bottom his body stiffened in an immediate response and a loud gasp was emitted
forcibly from the back of his throat. He had no time to think or deal with the
unexpected severity of the painful smack against his flesh as a second stroke
landed on top of the already marked flesh. "Slaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppp."
"Argggggggghhhhhhhhhhh" He cried out loudly, his body wriggling and shivering as
Hazel took aim once more, deliberately hitting the same part of his left buttock
with the third stroke. She watched as the white smooth bottom cheeks shivered
and shook with the pain she was inflicting upon her helpless charge.
Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappppppppp." "Argggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Arrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhh."
He screamed in pain, trying to raise his head and plead with his beautiful
tormentor as she watched him, her face not betraying the thrill she felt as she
delivered the next stroke equally hard and on the very same place.
"Sllllaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppppp."
"Arrrrgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. His wail
of pain and anguish did not stop, but was a continuous cry as she delivered the
fifth and sixth stroke, again to the very same spot upon his left buttock.
"Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppp." "Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppp."
The boy was beside himself... unable to control the jerking and trembling of his
body, his buttocks twitching from side to side while Hazel deliberately and
methodically delivered another six strokes of the rubber tennis shoe, this time
to the right cheek of his bottom, each stroke landing on the same place as the
previous one. The boy was wailing incessantly, his face covered in tears as she
put the tennis shoe down and placed her hand gently across both bottom cheeks.
He shuddered and wailed, trying to voice a plea of mercy but it was minutes
before his voice became coherent enough for her to hear his pleading.
"Pleeeeeeeaaaaaasssssee miss... n'no m'more" He sobbed and groaned as he
regained some of his senses, his bottom cheeks on fire from the pain of the
biting rubber shoe. Hazel watched and waited until he had regained some
composure. She slipped her hand between his buttocks, her hand feeling his
erect penis and heavy testicles, before she held her hand flat against his
tummy and almost lifted him to his feet as she herself stood upright.
He sobbed uncontrollably as she nonchalantly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it
from his shoulders, before stooping and drawing his underpants down to his
ankles and taking them off. She noted that, even after such a painful
punishment, that his penis had remained not just stiff, but fully erect.
He looked into her face, his body shaking with his sobs as she coolly looked at
him, her beautiful face bearing not even a hint of a flush, in fact betraying
none of the effort she had afforded in his chastisement. He tried to clasp his
hands to his genitals to hide his shameful erection. Hazel was aware of what he
was trying to do and slapped his hands before he could fully cover himself.
"Hands at your sides and stand up straight." She placed her delicate fingers
under his chin and lifted his head so that his eyes met hers. "You have three
strokes to come young man. These are to show you what your pain will be like
should you ever dare to disobey me again." She watched his face crumple as he
started to cry once more, the tears rolling down his cheeks. "Turn around and
spread your legs as wide as they will go, come along now we have a busy evening
ahead of us." Timothy shook and sobbed as he turned around and placed his feet
as wide apart as he could, acutely aware of the humiliating view that Hazel
would have of his young body.
He gasped with shame as she spoke once more. "Bend over and grasp your ankles...
each time you move from that position I will add one more stroke. Now Do It!"
The sharpness of her last three words jolted him into action. She watched
delighted with the sight that greeted her as he bent over, his buttocks
spreading and his testicles and penis coming into full view as he grasped his
ankles.
"Stay there and don't you dare move." Her voice was firm as she turned and
quickly walked to the guest room, admiring herself in the mirror as she reached
onto the bed for the luggage strap and doubled it, letting the long loop dangle
as she walked back into the sitting room. Timothy could not believe the
humiliation he felt, bent over in the most demeaning position imaginable...
like an errant schoolboy, stark naked and ashamed... awaiting the salutary
punishment of a beautiful headmistress. Hazel walked around the trembling youth,
admiring his perfect form at her leisure, his body bared before her in
subjugation, every part of him open and available for her to examine and touch
as she wished.
She moved behind him, resisting the impulse to reach between his widely spread
legs and grasp his testicles firmly... perhaps the ultimate gesture of her
supremacy over him. Instead she stood back and spoke to him firmly but not
unkindly.
"These three strokes are to demonstrate what will happen next time you displease
me. Move from that position and you will be a very sorry boy."
Leisurely and with a delicious tingling between her thighs, Hazel raised the
strap and quickly brought it down over the centre of his quivering and
acquiescent buttocks.
"Slaaaaaaaaapppppppppppppppppp." The staccato sound of the strap biting into his
flesh was accompanied by a howl of pain from his trembling lips. His body shook
as he fought to hold his ankles rather than to give in to the overwhelming
desire to stand and clasp his hands to his burning bottom.
"Two more to go. Hold on and take your punishment now." The warning tone of her
voice was accompanied by the long, almost slow motion, swishing sound of the
strap descending. The leather bit into his buttocks, its imprint of searing
pain, this time delineating another red stripe of inflamed flesh lower down on
the crease between buttock and thigh. "Slaaaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppp."
"Arrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" A wail of pain and anguish escaped
from his lips as he fought to hold onto his ankles, his distress causing his
whole body to shiver and shake as the fiery torment of acute concentrated pain
coursed through his body.
Hazel knew that he would not be able to retain control after the next stroke,
but she also knew that her purpose had been fulfilled. He was hers... his
obedience at taking his punishment... his timid emotion so apparent at her
delicate touch or severe look were evidence enough. She raised the strap and
brought it down between the scarlet stripes of her first two strokes.
"Sllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppppppppp." She thrilled at the effect of the
stroke as he straightened up. It was if a red-hot poker and been pushed up into
his bottom. He behaved, as she had unconsciously thought he would, his hands
clasping his buttocks and his back arching towards her. His body became rigid
for a moment of pure anguish before he raised his head and opened his mouth.
The frozen moment in time gave way to a serious of jerks and gyrations as the
pain infused into every nerve of his body, the silence was broken by a
strangulated cry which increased in volume to a crescendo as he suddenly wailed
in utter despair.
"Arrrgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhh...
arrrrggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" His mouth, now wide
open, continued to emit the most plaintive of wails as he hopped around vainly
trying to rid himself of the biting pain. He continued to cry out as every
vestige of self-respect washed away in a wave of utter torment.
He seemed unaware that his penis was bouncing wildly from side to side as he
fought to control the searing stripe of biting torture that now seemed to have
spread from his buttocks to his whole body. Hazel watched, her delight well
hidden as gradually he brought himself under control. She moved across to him
and took hold of his wrists and pulled his hands from his bottom. She could
feel his body trembling as she held his arms out behind him and propelled him
to face the corner of the room. "You are to stand here and you are not to move
or touch your bottom. Now put your hands on your head." She lifted his arms and
placed his hands on his head. She stroked her hands down his back and over his
buttocks, feeling the boy flinch as her fingers traced the welts left by the
belt. "Stand with your legs apart... come along, I want your utmost obedience."
She slipped a hand between the cheeks of his bottom and moved it downwards,
tapping the inside of his thighs until he had parted his legs sufficiently for
her purpose. Hazel stood back and admired the sight before her. The perfect
naked form of a young boy, quivering and blushing in shame and humiliation, his
buttocks clenched in pain... pain that she had inflicted at her whim and
pleasure. "You must stand like that until I tell you otherwise, you may use the
time to reflect on your punishment and a suitable apology which you may give me
when I return."
Timothy stood shaking, his bottom was on fire and yet he could feel his penis
throbbing mightily as Hazel once more stroked her fingers gently over his bottom
before turning away and leaving the room.
He felt utterly shamed as he stood shivering, legs apart and his hands pressed
tightly to his head thinking about the events of the day. He blushed as he
relived each humiliating and embarrassing moment. He could not help the tears
that rolled down his cheeks, or the trembling of his lips as he thought about
every detail of his ordeal, unable to shut out the plethora of images that were
being replayed over and over in his mind.
It was half an hour later when Hazel approached the boy. She noted that the
redness of his buttocks had receded to a mere blush, although the three marks
that she had made with the strap were still clearly visible. She stood behind
him and without speaking took his wrist, making him lower his hands from his
head. Still holding his wrist she led him away from the corner and upstairs to
the bathroom. She noted that his face was already blushing as she stood him by
the bath, which she had previously filled with water. "Get into the bath and
remain standing. I want you facing me with your hands on your head and your
legs apart. I have not put the strap away and I will use it on your bare little
bottom if I think you are not paying attention to my instructions. Now do as I
tell you." Hazel watched as the boy timidly took hold of the side of the bath
and stepped into it. Blushing profusely he turned to face her, his face bore an
expression of utter dismay as Hazel dipped her hands in the water and began to
rub the soap in her hands. "Now lets have no fussing." She said as she began to
soap his legs, her gentle fingers and soft palms caressing his skin as she
worked her way up to his thighs. She ignored his genitals and instead soaped
his chest before moving her hands down to his tummy.
She felt him quiver and flinch as her hands moved lower, soaping the delicate
and sensitive flesh just above his penis. For Timothy the sensation was acute
as her fingers moved almost sensuously over the smoothly shaven flesh above his
penis. He trembled, a shudder running through his whole body as suddenly her
fingers encircled his penis and pulled his foreskin back revealing the
sensitive flesh beneath. He could not help jerking his hips backwards as she
soaped behind the foreskin. He could feel his penis becoming even stiffer as
she applied more soapsuds to his sensitive member. "Keep still, I am going to
make sure you are thoroughly clean before I take you over to Mrs. Grant's."
He could not help looking at her face as she pushed his foreskin back as far it
would stretch and held it there while she applied even more soapsuds to the
head of his penis. He jerked involuntarily as she deftly handled him as if he
were some prized animal. Seemingly she seemed to ignore the embarrassment and
intimacy of the situation. His penis was throbbing with sensation, the flesh
totally hard and engorged as she moved it this way and that, apparently
oblivious of his acute humiliation and throbbing erection. She moved one hand
from his penis and reached between his legs, her hand sliding upwards between
his buttocks. He could not help jerking his body and gasping as a slender
finger was suddenly pressed against the tightened muscle of his sphincter.
Without preamble she teased the orifice, probing gently but insistently until
her fingertip was able to slip upwards into him. "Argghhh." He gasped as she
nonchalantly slipped her finger further upward into his anus, the soap acting
as a lubricant, denying the tightening muscle of his sphincter any resistance.
"Now keep still, I shall not hesitate to take you over my knee if you are going
to be naughty again." He looked into her face, his own cheeks burning with pure
embarrassment as she coolly appraised him. To be standing in front of her, legs
outstretched, with her hands firmly holding his penis and penetrating his bottom
was almost too much embarrassment for Timothy to bear. He felt his cheeks blush
again, burning with shame, as she looked him in the eye. "Now young man, you
will have to get used to doing as you are told while I am looking after you. I
am going to insist that you are properly bathed before you have your therapy; I
have never known a boy make so much fuss at taking a bath. Now just stand still
while I soap inside your little bottom and then I will dry you off."
Timothy endured the rest of the humiliating bath in silence. Her beauty
completely overawed him as she made him look into her face while instructing
him. She handled him like one would a small child, ignoring his obvious
erection, as if it were merely to be expected. Her fingers were everywhere as
she dried him, prising open the cheeks of his buttocks and then making him bend
forward so that she could visually examine him, before having him stand up
straight before her with his hands stretched high above his head as she dried
under his arms.
The final ignominy was almost too much for Timothy to bear as she took him
through to the bedroom and instructed him to lie on the bed.
"Now I want you to lay on your back with your legs open like this." She moved
his legs until his knees were wide apart. "That's the way, stretch them wider
so you can put the soles of your feet together." Her gentle touch helped him
position himself to her satisfaction. Timothy tried to turn his head away in
shame as he lay looking down at himself with his knees widely spread and the
soles of his feet pressed together. His shame knew no bounds as he looked at
his erect penis standing upwards from between his widely parted thighs. He
could not help looking at the beautiful girl as she bent over him as if he were
a baby. He watched her every move as she took a plastic container of talcum
powder and sprinkled it over his genitals. He shivered as she casually rubbed
it around his penis and over his testicles. Finally, to his horror, she lifted
his legs, bending his body backwards, and sprinkled more powder over his
bottom, before rubbing it in, her hand moving almost sensuously over the cheeks
of his buttocks.
Timothy was wide eyed with surprise and embarrassment as she continued to treat
him as if her were a baby. "Now you stay there, while I find something loose to
dress you in before I take you over to Mrs. Grant. She leaned forward, her
beautiful face touching his as she kissed him gently on the cheek. Timothy
could not believe the rapture he felt as her soft lips touched his face, he was
totally under her spell as she straightened up and stood back examining his
naked body.
It was around ten minutes later that Hazel re-entered the bedroom. She was
delighted to see that not only had Timothy stayed in the position she had left
him in: legs spread well apart and his hands down by his sides, but that rather
than trying to cover himself, he turned his head away in embarrassment and
blushed a deep beetroot red. She laid the tee-shirt and gym shorts, she had
found in his chest of drawers, neatly down on the chair beside the bed. She
spoke softly and lovingly to him as she laid a hand softly on his forehead and
gently turned his head back towards her. He blushed again as his eyes met hers;
she could clearly see a look of love and supplication as she laid her other
hand on his tummy. She could feel his naked body tremble as she stroked her
hand delicately over his tummy, her slender fingers brushing over his smoothly
shaven pubis. She lowered her head and whispered to him. "Your punishment
period is over now so stand up a moment and let me sit down," She helped him to
sit upright and then to stand by the bed. Sitting down with her pretty knees
pressed together, she took the boy by the waist. Her delicate fingers played
havoc with his emotions as she guided him so that he was sitting on her knees.
His bared flesh was soft against her firm thighs, as she positioned him
sideways across her shapely legs, his knees spread well apart. She pulled his
head to her firm pliant breasts before deliberately and slowly stroking her
hand down over his chest tracing her fingers lower and lower over his tummy,
before delicately taking the soft flesh of his penis between her finger and
thumb. She heard him gasp as she tightened the hand that was around his waist
and at the same time moved her fingers around his penis so that his foreskin
was pulled back, revealing the intimate flesh beneath. She moved her head and
kissed him tenderly on the cheek before whispering softly to him. "Poor... poor
Timothy! Did I hurt you very much when I had to smack your bare bottom? You
were a naughty boy... and naughty boys have to have their little bottoms
chastised when they have been silly and disobedient."
Her soft voice and gentle touch were too much for Timothy. He felt tears well up
in his eyes... and to his horror, his penis began to throb, pulsing strongly
between her finger and thumb. Hazel continued to stroke the turgid flesh of his
penis, her slender finger and thumb delicately and sensuously arousing the
captive flesh. So subtle and effective was her touch that she felt the boy
shudder as his penis began to throb uncontrollably. Timothy could not help
himself from looking down at the slender fingers holding his most intimate
part. Her red painted nails contrasted starkly against the virgin white flesh
of his penis. He could feel the firm mounds of her breasts beneath the
silkiness of her blouse as his cheek pressed against her. He sighed, his mouth
open in rapture as she aroused him.
