Part 5
Gail and Susan were lounging, rather than sitting, on the opulent white leather
corner-suite that occupied a large area of the Old Rectory's sitting room. The
stone-built Rectory was a huge building, a testament to the affluent days of the
clergy. It had been bought by Gail's great grandfather after he had started the
family business of auctioneers and estate agents.
The business had flourished and had soon become one of Europe's largest and most
respected companies. The Goodman family, although certainly one of the country's
richest families, were well liked and well respected within the rural community
of Lincolnshire.
Constance Goodman was a woman of quite outstanding beauty and grace. Her
eclectic conversational skills and fluency in several languages made her a
natural choice as the county's principal socialite.
Mrs Goodman was a keen and well organised charity worker as well as a local
magistrate. There was not a charity ball, Gymkhana or cocktail party held within
the county that she did not organise. Her social skills were such, that most of
her time was taken up with her good works. She employed two secretaries, as well
as a housekeeper, a cook and two maids. Her household staff enabled her to
delegate a considerable amount of the work, as well as always being prepared for
entertaining, visiting dignitaries or friends, at a moments notice. She saw very
little of her husband, who travelled almost constantly between the various
branches of the company throughout Europe and the Middle East. However their
marriage was a happy combination of individual interests, punctuated by carefree
holidays at home and abroad.
Constance entered the sitting room, smiling at the two girls as she sat upon an
ornate Georgian chair, facing her daughter and Susan. She turned her head as
Ami, the younger of the two maids, entered with a tray of cocktails. She watched
as the pretty young maid bent over to place the tray upon the low coffee table
situated in front of her. Constance noted the sexy appearance of the young maid,
wondering if perhaps the pleated skirt of her uniform was perhaps a little short
for the outward conformity of the household.
She smiled at the girl, who curtsied prettily before turning to leave the room.
"Thank you Ami." She said as the girl walked daintily to the door.
"You are welcome Ma'am." Ami's well modulated voice called back as she exited
the room.
Constance looked thoughtfully at the two girls as she leaned forward and poured
some of the contents of the ornate cocktail pitcher into the three sliver
stemmed glasses. "Well from what you both tell me I think that Timothy must be a
very special looking boy... and I am sure that Susan must have the same
discerning taste as yourself Gail, that is if you mean to pursue everything that
you have told me. I remember meeting Timothy's mother at a small charity
gathering that we had here. I remember thinking that she had a fragile beauty
that is quite at odds with the look of a lot of the ladies that we usually meet
at these sort of functions. She was well educated and well read, if I remember
her correctly. I hope that she is soon able to recover from her illness."
Constance watched as her daughter picked up two of the drinks, passing one to
Susan. She looked closely at her daughter and friend, admiring the beauty of
both of the girls as they sipped their drinks.
Deep in thought, she looked out of the open French Windows towards the ornate
pool area, watching the strong morning sunlight dance on the clear water of the
kidney shaped pool.
Constance had not been shocked at the knowledge of what the two girls had been
up to over the last few days, nor at the candid and detailed account of how they
felt sexually, at being intimately involved in not only Timothy's therapy, but
his chastisement and subjugation.
What had surprised her, although not to any great extent, was their own calm and
clinical assessment of their intimate sexual excitement in having a boy under
their control. Constance smiled as she remembered Gail asking whether she
thought that her excitement was a sign that she was a dominatrix.
Constance allowed them to drink their drinks without further conversation. She
had wondered how long it would be before her daughter would perhaps demonstrate
a sexual trait that she herself had kept so well hidden from the outside world.
She had not known for certain, but small incidents over the last few years had
made Constance suspect, that perhaps her daughter was inheriting more of herself
than just her beauty.
Constance had indulged herself freely, if not openly, in her sexual desires. She
thought back to the previous evening, when her daughter had stayed at Susan's
house. She closed her eyes for a moment as she relished the visual image. She
had stood looking down at Ami. The maid's naked body was being held face down,
and spread-eagled across the massage table. Her secretaries, Pat and Geraldene,
were each holding one of the girl's legs as Jessica held her arms stretched
forward. Constance had already delivered four stokes of the cane across the
trembling girl's naked buttocks. She had cruelly let the pain be absorbed into
the gentle writhing of the young girl's body before she had quickly delivered
the last two stinging strokes. She shivered as she remembered quickly delving
her hand between the young maid's legs, eagerly thrusting her fingers into the
softness of the open moist vagina and frigging her to a prolonged and relentless
orgasm.
Now, she thought... as she looked across at her daughter, it seems that Gail has
found her own playmate.
Breaking the quietness of the moment Constance spoke. "So you are having him
here today, while Vickie Grant takes Hazel over to Grantham for some shopping
and then dinner... and you say a nurse is coming here to er... relieve him of
his semen?" She smiled at her own loss of words as both Gail and Susan grinned
at her. Well I suppose that I will be able to have a good look at this young
man... and see whether he is worthy of you both."
Gail could not help laughing as she spoke her mother. "You will be able to get
an absolutely first class view of him, as we will be using the main bathroom and
your massage table... so I it will be quite natural for you to walk in at
anytime." Constance laughed, knowing that her daughter knew exactly what she
meant.
"I could ask Pat and Geraldene to give you a hand if you would like, I am sure
that they would be quite delighted to have a handsome young man at their mercy."
Constance laughed as the thought of her two young secretaries ministering to the
naked young boy.
Gail laughed, displaying her perfectly white teeth between her beautifully made
up lips. "I am sure they would... and I don't think that that is such an
outlandish idea... after all they are most discreet and very attractive. Any way
they will probably see him in the pool as I don't intend that he will be allowed
to keep his swimming trunks on all day." Gail looked at her mother seriously for
a moment. "I am going to be very careful... I cannot help the excitement I feel
having him under control, but I promise to temper it with love and affection,
after all I am going to look after him all his life... although he doesn't know
it yet."
Constance smiled. She was quite confident of her daughter's standards of
humanitarianism and knew that she would have already thought things through.
Gail smiled again as she continued. "There is one thing I am thankful for and
that is that I have plenty of money to provide for whatever I need."
Constance laughed at her lovely daughter. "Well, your own inheritance from your
Grandfather is over twelve million and is growing nicely... and then of course
it looks like Charlotte is already going to be equally as successful in the
business as your father is, so I think your shares will bring in you so much
money that you will never have to touch your capital, however much you decide to
spend."
Susan laughed as she spoke, punching Gail lightly on her arm. "You really are a
little rich girl aren't you? But I must say you are the nicest little rich girl
I know." Both girls laughed as they relaxed against the huge cushions of the
leather suite. Constance got up from her chair, her lithe and well toned body
was graceful in movement, "Come along you two.. it is nearly half past nine. We
need to make sure that you are ready with everything for when the nurse
arrives... and of course you will want to look your best for Timothy."
The day had already been full of embarrassment for Timothy. He had been woken by
Hazel with morning tea and left to drink it while she had run a bathtub of
water. She had dressed in a smart suit which accented her figure beautifully.
Her makeup had been applied perfectly and her hair shone with health as passed
by the window upon re-entering the bedroom.
"Now Timothy, hop out of bed, I am going to give you a thorough wash from top to
bottom. I want no nonsense from you as I will not be with you today. So I am
going to ensure that every inch of you is squeaky clean. Timothy blushed as he
looked up at his cousin. Her beauty overwhelmed him, making him feel awkward and
gauche. He was acutely aware of his morning erection and of his nakedness
beneath the covers of his bed.
"Come along... up you get." Without waiting, she flipped his bed covers,
exposing his naked body to her gaze. Timothy responded almost automatically, his
hands shot down to his groin, clasping his genitals as Hazel looked him up and
down. "Come along... I want you in the bathroom now." She ignored his blushing
face and his abject embarrassment as he lay upon his side with his hands clasped
to his groin and his knees pulled up, vainly trying to hide his naked body from
her.
Without further comment she turned and walked into the bathroom, hearing his
movements as he struggled from the bed.
She watched as he entered the bathroom. His hands were clasped to his groin and
his knees were pressed closely together as he teetered rather than walked
through the door. She looked at his naked body, admiring the perfect physique.
Not too muscular and yet firm with a natural tone. Perfectly proportioned, she
thought as she moved towards him. She moved towards him and immediately slapped
him hard across the cheeks of his bottom. She watched him blush guiltily as she
pulled his hands away from his body and propelled him towards the bath. She saw
to her delight that his penis was fully erect, wobbling up and down as she
manoeuvred him into the warm water. "Stand up straight facing me with your hands
clasped on top of your head." She stood back as she spoke and watched with
delight as awkwardly and with a shiver of shame he obeyed her instructions.
She stood for several minutes examining his body in minute detail. She felt a
thrill run through her body as she realised that she had complete control and
authority over him. His naked body was hers to do as she pleased.
His embarrassment and humility seemed to add to her excitement as she leisurely
examined every inch of him. His penis throbbed visibly and his body trembled as
she prolonged his humiliating examination.
He watched in shame as she took off her suit jacket, revealing the crisp white
cotton shirt she wore beneath. He could not help but look at her large firm
breasts as they pressed against the sheer cotton. He blushed once more as she
reached for the rubber apron that hung behind the bathroom door, pulling it over
her head and tying the canvas tape tightly around her trim waist she looked
sternly at him.
He shuddered involuntarily as at last she moved towards the bath and, stretching
out her arm, she placed the fingers of her hand between his legs and cupped his
testicles. He could not help the gasp of pure anguish that escaped from his lips
as she held his testicles. Moving closer she delicately took hold of his penis
between her finger and thumb. "Now Timothy, look at me and tell me, why your
penis is erect like this.
She felt him shiver as he looked into her eyes, his face colouring to a deep
crimson. He felt utterly humiliated as he stammered a reply. "I'm er... sorry er
miss. I don't mean it to... it just er.. happened.. er sometimes miss.. er in
the morning it er.. happens." His voice was tremulous as he tried to explain.
"Well we will have no more nonsense with you. Now get those legs further apart
and arch your back, come along... yes that's the way. Now stay like that while I
wash you all over. I shall endeavour to ignore your stiffness." She squeezed his
penis between finger and thumb to accent her words. "But I won't always tolerate
such lewd behaviour."
Timothy shuddered at her words. His penis throbbing uncontrollably as she held
him. Her hands felt soft and cool against his skin as she squeezed his scrotum
and his penis firmly before finally letting him go.
He was trembling all over as she washed his chest and underneath his arms, her
fingers deliberately grazing over the sensitive nubs of his nipples. She washed
him, leisurely enjoying the feel of his body and his utter humiliation. Her
hands slid down over his hips as she began to soap his thighs. Occasionally she
leaned forward, her cheek brushing against the tip of his erect penis as her
hands soaped the inside of his thighs. Timothy was in absolute anguish and
torment as he steeled himself for the inevitable washing of his genitals. He
shuddered at the thought that he might lose control and ejaculate when she
finally took hold of his penis to wash it.
Hazel was enjoying the moment. She realised that it was really the first time
that she had the boy to herself in a properly conditioned state. Although
humiliated and embarrassed, she knew that he had learned, through her
punishments and ministrations, that it was futile to protest. She looked at his
face which was suffused in red blotches, she smiled to her self a she saw his
expression of utter humiliation. She placed her hands on each of his hips and
looked him straight in the eye.
"Well Timothy I want you to open your legs wider and bend your knees, do you
think you can do that for me?" Her tone was softer and her voice caring as she
looked at the stricken boy. Timothy blushed instantly as he looked into her
eyes.
Slowly and reluctantly he spread his legs into and even wider posture. Trembling
with indignity he allowed his knees to bend outwards, his face blushing a deep
crimson, knowing that his lewd position made him look ridiculous. He sighed with
embarrassment as he felt Hazel gently exert pressure on his hips, lowering his
body even further. He was acutely aware that his testicles hung freely from his
body that he was completely accessible to her.
Hazel let go of him and took a step backwards to look at him. She took her time
examining him from head to toe, delighting in his expression of utter
embarrassment. She picked up a container of liquid soap from the side of the
bath and began to coat both hands with the soft creamy liquid. She was aware
that Timothy's eyes were transfixed to every movement of her hands. She felt a
thrill run through her whole body as she stepped forward and slowly and
deliberately brought her hand up between his widely spread legs. She flattened
the palm of her hand and grasped him firmly behind his testicles, her fingertips
sliding between the cheeks of his buttocks and his soft swollen testes resting
against her wrist. Slowly and deliberately she pushed her fingers between the
cheeks of his buttocks, hearing him gasp in protest as she slipped her middle
finger up into his bottom. His gasp turned to a groan as she slid her finger
further up into him, her knuckle sliding easily past the tightly stretched
sphincter.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhh.... Miss er please noooo er miss." He could not help
protesting as her finger seemed to fill him completely. He tried to rise up only
to feel her other hand grasp his testicles firmly, pulling down on the tender
orbs as she curled her finger inside him. The motion of her finger immediately
stimulated his prostate, so much so that he could do nothing but groan mightily.
Arrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. His mouth was wide open with anguish as she
stimulated the soft pliant flesh of his prostate. He began to tremble as
suddenly her hand let go of his testicles and instead grasped his erect penis in
a firm grip. Deftly she slid his foreskin down the shaft exposing him fully.
"Arrrggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh please miss er... please I feeeell er"
His pleading was cut short by a firm jab of her finger up into his bottom.
"Now Timothy, keep still like a good boy, this won't take a minute." Hazel felt
another thrill run through her body as she enjoyed the utter delight of pressing
her finger hard against his prostate and stretching the skin of his penis back
at the same time. She could not have explained why this action gave her so much
pleasure; perhaps it was the utter control she was demonstrating over the boy.
"Oooooohhhh oooohhhhh pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaase MISSSSSS." Timothy could not
help but cry out as his penis throbbed mightily in her hand. He seemed to have
lost control of his limbs as his body trembled violently.
Hazel's voice was deliberately soft and gentle as she spoke. "Poor baby, it will
all be over soon, try and be a good little soldier while I just do this." Her
measured tone belied the firm action of her finger inside of his bottom or the
firm pumping action of her fingers around his penis.
"Arrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh." His moans only confirmed what she
already knew, that he was beyond the point of control. She milked his penis
quickly as she curled her finger incessantly in a 'come here' motion against his
prostate. Suddenly she felt his body stiffen as if he were in a trance. She
could see that his eyes were wide open in shock as simultaneously she jabbed
upwards with her finger inside his bottom and scraped her fingernails over the
tip of his penis and down the shaft.
"Poor baby, it will all be over soon, be a brave boy." She cooed, as she
expertly brought him to the point of ejaculation. She deftly pushed her finger
even deeper inside him as she stimulated him mercilessly. She watched as huge
globules of semen erupted from his penis.
"There my baby... let's just have a little more... oops... yes there we are."
Her voice was cool and collected; in contrast to the firm manipulations of her
fingers around his penis.
"There we are... one more big squirt now.." Hazel slid a second finger into his
bottom and pushed both straightened fingers hard up against his prostrate.
Timothy felt his sphincter being stretched wide and then suddenly an incredible
pressure deep inside him.
"Arrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" He cried out as his body
straightened and he stood up on his tiptoes. "Arrrggggggggghhh...
pleeeeaaaaase... er miss."
Hazel was in heaven as the boy stiffened totally as if he had been subjected to
a violent electric shock. His voice was filled with anguish as she forced a
further eruption of semen from his penis.
"There my poor baby... what a clever little boy you are." She slowed her hands
and gently extricated her fingers from his bottom.
"Let's just rinse you off and then I will help you out of the bath." Hazel could
not help squeezing her legs together as yet another thrill ran through her body.
She watched the naked boy as he tried to compose himself. She caught his eye,
delighting in the immediate deep flushing of his cheeks as he looked down in
embarrassment.
She rinsed his body, her hands causing him further embarrassment as she deftly
and nonchalantly handled his genitals, causing him to wince and groan as she
stripped his foreskin back to rinse behind the glans. He shuddered several times
as she quickly slipped a finger up into his bottom and then withdrew it again.
"There Timothy, just look at you, you are all nice and clean. Now take you hands
off your head and hop out of the bath." Her voice was bright and held no warning
of what she was to do next. She watched him struggling stiffly from the bath,
noting that his penis although not fully erect was swollen and turgid.
She took a chair and placed it in the middle of the bathroom. Then she took two
large bath towels from the airing cupboard and a large plastic bottle of talcum
powder from one of the shelves.
"Right Timothy come and stand in front of me and I'll get you dried off." Hazel
sat down on the chair and smoothed the rubber apron over her lap.
Timothy could only sigh in embarrassment as he stood before her. He blushed as
she took hold of his hips and pulled him forward. She parted her knees and drew
him closer, before taking the towel and drying his body.
He could not help look down at the beautiful girl as she casually took hold of
his penis... and, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, retracted
the foreskin with her delicate fingers, before drying the sensitive flesh
beneath. Timothy shuddered at her intimate touch... and to his horror felt his
penis begin to erect once more.
Hazel smiled to herself as she lifted his testicles with the towel and...
without concern for his modesty, held his penis out of the way while she dried
the soft and sensitive flesh.
"Right turn around and let me do your back." Timothy was a little quicker in
obeying her command: anxious to hide his tumescent penis from her gaze.
Hazel quickly dried his shoulders and then spoke to him; her voice bright and
cheery. "Right young man, bend over and touch your toes. Come along now."
Timothy groaned as he complied with her request. "Now relax your bottom
completely I need to get right in between the cheeks." Timothy blushed, as he
tried to relax his buttocks; his embarrassment seemingly never ending. He felt a
sharp slap on his bottom and then her cool hands upon his hip.
"That won't do at all, come and stand by my side... no not like that... like
this. There that's the way... now over you go." Timothy was beside himself with
anguish as Hazel demonstrated that she wanted him to lay face down over her
knee. "Oh pleeeease misss... er."
"That will do Timothy." Her tone brooked no argument as she placed her hand on
the small of his back and taking his arm, gently pulled and pushed him until he
was laid face down over her knee. His immediate impression was the coolness and
slipperiness of the rubber apron against his penis and testicles, as he lay face
down looking at the tiled floor.
"There that's better, you must learn to do things first time. Now I am going to
dry you and then I will smack your naughty bottom before I talcum powder you.
Timothy could not believe his ears. He shivered at his own total humiliation as
he felt her pry open the cheeks of his bottom. Suddenly there was a firm slap
upon the cheeks of his bottom. He gasped as the hurt suffused through his
buttocks. "Now I should warn you Timothy that I will add to your punishment if
you do not obey me. Now RELAX your bottom and allow me proper access."
All he could do was shiver and blush with embarrassment as he allowed the cheeks
of his bottom to go slack. He tried hard not to squirm as he felt her fingers
deftly explore the sensitive flesh deep between the crease of his buttocks. He
shivered and jerked as her fingers, followed by the tickling of the towel, pried
everywhere before she seemed satisfied.
He felt utterly humiliated as she placed her hand on the back of his head and
pushed it down until he was looking underneath the chair. "I think that that is
an appropriate position for a naughty boy who is going to have his bare bottom
spanked over his guardian's knee, don't you Timothy?"
It didn't seem but a minute before she had clasped her arm around his waist and
delivered the first stinging slap to his bottom. "Smack... smack... smack..."
Hazel's method of spanking was set at a leisurely pace. She could feel the
hardness of his penis through the rubber apron as she proceeded to redden his
bottom. She involuntarily squeezed her knees together as she felt yet another
thrill course through her body.
Timothy was beside himself as painful smack after painful smack was administered
to the tender bare cheeks of his bottom.
"My word... I don't know what to do with you Timothy... does it not embarrass
you... having your cousin take you over her knee and smack your bare bottom
mmm...?
Timothy's embarrassment and utter humiliation were so acute that he could hardly
speak. "Oh pleeeease miss" he cried between the sharp slaps that were covering
his bottom. "Oh please stop now miss... I promise I will er... obey you ...er
properly"
Hazel kept up a steady rhythm, her hand stinging as she watched the cheeks of
his bottom shudder and quake with the onslaught. She could hear his sobs grow
louder as she continued his punishment; at last she stopped. Her hand gently
smoothed over his bottom cheeks in a caressing touch.
"Do you promise to be good Timothy... or do I have to fetch my strap to you."
"Oh no pleeeease... miss... I promise I will do everything you say. His voice
was punctuated by sobs as he spoke.
"Now lay still while I apply your talcum powder." Timothy didn't speak such was
his shame as he felt her apply talcum powder to the cheeks of his bottom. He
could not help but groan as her fingers again slipped between the cheeks of his
buttocks; her hand actually stretching them wide apart as she applied talcum
powder.
"Right Timothy... do you promise to be good if I let you up off my knees?"
Timothy shuddered and sobbed as he answered her. "I promise... er miss...
ohhhh... er I promise."
"Well then I will take your word as a gentleman I have never known so much
fuss." Hazel thrilled once more as she saw that his penis was violently erect as
she helped him up from her knees.
"Right stand in front of me.. legs stretched apart either side of my knees, so
that I can powder your penis and your testicles." Timothy blushed at her
humiliating instructions, acutely aware that his penis was pointed upwards and
was as stiff as it had been while he had been so intimately milked in the bath.
Shuffling his feet and blushing furiously, Timothy followed her instructions, he
could not hide the expression of utter shame from his tear stained face.
"Now you see, Timothy. You can do things when you apply your mind properly to
it." He blushed once more, groaning inwardly as he watched his pretty cousin
casually empty a large amount of talcum powder into her cupped hand.
Casually she took his penis between the finger and thumb of her right hand and
gently slid her left hand, which was almost overflowing with talcum powder,
between his legs.
He could not help shudder at her intimate touch, gasping as she fondled his
testicles before sliding her hand behind the soft orbs of flesh and jiggling the
testes as she covered the scrotum with powder.
He was unable to stifle a groan of anguish as she pulled his foreskin back
exposing the sensitive flesh beneath. Holding him firmly she took the bottle of
talcum from her lap and sprinkled the entire organ with white powder.
Placing the bottle down on her lap she used both hands to rub the powder in the
entire length of his erect penis; ignoring his moans and gasps as she
manipulated his most intimate flesh as if it was a perfectly natural and
everyday task.
She squeezed his penis hard before she let him go. "Well Timothy, I think you
are done. I am afraid you were not as obedient as I thought you would be, but I
shall of course thrash that out of you at some later stage. Now run along and
put on your gym shorts and tee shirt... er socks and training shoes. Do NOT put
on any underwear as I want your testicles to be free of encumbrance."
Timothy would have protested at what she had told him to wear; but such was his
hurry to get away... and the thought of another smacked bottom, that he said
nothing; instead walking quickly to his bedroom.
An hour later, Timothy was seated sulkily in the back seat of Mrs. Grant's car.
His ears were burning with shame as he listed to the conversation between Hazel
and Mrs. Grant. "Of course I had to smack him yet again. He insisted upon
clenching his buttocks, so that I could not powder his little bottom properly;
sometimes I really despair at the actions of young boys. I mean after all, it is
not as if he has anything to hide."
The journey continued with one embarrassing comment after another. He tried to
shut out the sounds of the conversation from the front of the car... and instead
concentrated upon the views from the rear window. It was not long before they
entered through the ornate gates of a long driveway. It seemed impossible to
Timothy, that anyone could own so much land that it could take almost ten
minutes to travel from the gateway to the house. He was immediately in awe of
the imposing building, it's carved stonework and elegant portico publicising
it's opulence and grandeur.
They pulled up in front of the main entrance, the little Morris Minor looking
insignificant against the largeness of the stone steps that invited one to the
large double oak doors.
No sooner had they stopped than were greeted by Gail and Susan who happily
skipped down the steps and ran towards the car. Both Hazel and Vickie got out to
meet the girls. Timothy could not hear their conversation as they all stood
together at the foot of the steps. Occasionally one of them would look towards
Timothy as he sat slouched in the back of the car. He felt hot and sullen as
well as ill at ease after the humiliation of the morning. However he had not
forgotten his punishment and as such was attentive enough to make sure that his
name was not being called to get out of the car.
It must have been at least fifteen minutes before Hazel opened up the door of
the car and spoke to him. "Come along Timothy, time to get out." There was
something in Hazel's voice that made him obey immediately. He got out of the car
and walked with Hazel towards the house. "Right girls, remember what I have told
you. He has promised to be on his best behaviour, but if he should forget
himself, or resort to silliness, then you have MY permission to smack his
naughty bottom. " Hazel turned towards Timothy. "Now young man, I want to hear
you promise in front of the girls that you will promise to behave yourself.
Now... let me hear you say it."
Timothy blushed at the demeaning words, his self esteem at its lowest ebb as he
looked towards Gail and Susan. His bottom lip was trembling as he lifted his
blushing face to address them both. "I ...er ...er promise to be good." His
voice trailed off as he stood, shifting his weight from one foot to another.
"Well I hope so..." Hazel looked at Mrs. Grant. "Would you like to check his
testicles, before we leave? I think it might be and hour or two before the nurse
gets here and I wouldn't want to leave him in any discomfort."
Hazel knew that her words would cause him far more discomfort that anything
physical as she watched the boy's cheeks immediately blush to a deep crimson.
Before he could protest, Vickie had moved towards him... and to his utter
humiliation she slipped her hand down the front of his shorts.
The suddenness and the shock of such an intimate and embarrassing action left
Timothy standing stupefied with his mouth wide open as Mrs. Grant casually
explored between his legs before hefting his testicles in the palm of her hand.
He trembled in embarrassment as she casually handled his testicles, her body
pressed close to his as she squeezed and weighed his genitals as if he were a
prize animal.
He was acutely aware of her heady perfume and the softness of her breasts as she
leaned over him. Her wrist brushed over the tip of his penis, making him gasp as
she examined his testicles at her leisure. Involuntarily he gave in to his
curiosity to see if the girls were observing his embarrassing inspection only to
discover, to his horror, that both girls were watching him with avid interest.
He looked away quickly, in betrayal of his acute and utter anguish, almost
certain that Susan had caught his eye as Mrs. Grant continued to squeeze and
fondle his testicles.
She sounded slightly out of breath, as she stood up withdrawing her hand from
within his shorts. He could not believe that he had so summarily been subjected
to such an undignified and belittling experience.
"Yes... he will be fine. I presume that you had to milk him this morning?" Mrs.
Grant turned to Hazel, talking as if the boy was not there. "Oh yes, I gave him
as thorough an evacuation as I could. Of course, I really need more than one
pair of hands to do the job properly." She turned to the two girls. "You will
help the nurse to milk him thoroughly won't you? I think at least twice on each
occasion, I know the doctor would like him thoroughly drained." Timothy could
only blush as the girl's looked first at Hazel and then at Susan's mother,
before turning their attention towards him. "Of course" Gail replied. "I will
ask whoever they send to make sure that he doesn't have anything left inside his
little balls."
Hazel could not help smiling as she listened to Gail's reply. She knew that both
the young girls could not wait to get their hands on the boy.
