At Sea



A warm breeze blew in from the sea as Peter walked along the
cobbled harbour causeway. The threadbare soles of his white yacht
shoes did little to cushion the rough surface.

He had walked over twenty miles since leaving the small pension
where, for a few francs he had stayed the night. He reached into
the pocket of his white trousers, which were already grubby and
dusty from his journey, finding the piece of newspaper, which
carried the advertisement.

"Wanted Cabin boy" fit and able. Motor Vessel 'Sobsel' requires
young person for a variety of duties at sea. Cruising June to
January, applicants must be smart, energetic and be prepared to
take on a variety of sea-going duties.
Apply Bo'sun, MV 'Sobsel' SW Harbour, Antibes.

Peter looked at the advertisement and returned it to his trouser
pocket, next to his passport.
He noticed that the larger vessels were moored further down the
causeway, around the curve of the harbour, their mooring ropes
pointing towards the smart cafe's and restaurants that were the
habitue, of the very rich. He put his hand to his forehead in a
salute, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight, which
reflected from the blue waters of the harbour.

He could see several large yachts and beyond them a series of
smart motor vessels. All of the motor vessels appeared to be of
the ocean going type, sleek and expensive with a plethora of radar
and communication devices bristling from the top of their bridges
and wheelhouses. Peter walked on, not really knowing which type of
vessel to look for. He strode quickly, but it was another ten
minutes before he was able to read the names on the sides of the
large motor vessels.

"Sobsel", the name was etched in chromium plate on the side of the
largest ship in the harbour. His heart sank as he realised that
his prospects of gaining employment aboard such a vessel would be
slim. He looked down at his dusty and disheveled white shirt and
trousers, unconsciously excusing his own appearance for the effort
he had made in walking twenty miles.

The gangplank of the ship was finished in fine hardwood, it's many
coats of lacquer glistening in the bright sunlight. Peter shrugged
his shoulders and walked towards the two gendarmes, who were
leaning against the gangplank rails, they both looked bored and
irritated by the heat of the day. As he approached they made a
half hearted attempt to stand to attention, moving slowly they
stood together barring his way to the ship.

The taller of the two looked him up and down and grunted
incoherently, lifting his chin in a questioning gesture. Peter,
without thinking, addressed them in English. "I have come to see
the bo'sun of this ship, er... about the job of cabin boy."

Peter hoped that their English was good enough for them to
understand him. "Wait!" was the only reply he received. Peter
watched as the man walked slowly up the gangplank on to ship.
Peter eyed the other policeman who was now standing in the centre
of the gangplank, eyeing him warily. Peter shrugged and stood back
feigning disinterest.

Unknown to either of them was that their every movement was being
observed from the ship. "I think we might have found our cabin
boy". The dainty hand of the captain placed the binoculars down on
to the highly polished surface of her desk. She looked across the
wheelhouse to the bo'sun. "Miranda, why don't you take a look?"
Miranda laughed at her friend. "The trouble with you my pretty
little captain is that you are too impatient. You've interviewed
over twenty prospective cabin boys already and you must admit none
have come up to standard. Mind you, this one does look scrummy."

Miranda raised her own glasses and looked in more detail at the
boy who was aimlessly pacing around the paved area at the end of
the gangplank. "I think you could be right, certainly the physique
looks good. Are you going to put him through the interview
process, then we could get a better look at him through the closed
circuit camera's."

The captain lifted up the phone and talked quickly for several
minutes. When she had finished she sat back in her chair and
opened the collar of her uniform. Miranda watched avidly as the
captain undid the rest of the buttons of her white tunic. She ran
her hand over her perfectly formed breasts, teasing the nipples
between her delicate fingers.

Abruptly she stood up and walked to the far end of the wheelhouse,
carelessly throwing her uniformed jacket on to the desk. She
reached up to one of the cupboards, which was set into the wall.
Her tanned torso revealed lithe muscles and sinew beneath the
smooth flesh as she stretched.

She slid open the door and took out a long leather strap. She ran
her hand down the full length of the heavy hide, grasping the
solid calf handle she wrapped her delicate fingers around it, her
bright red nails in stark contrast to the rugged dark brown
leather.

Miranda looked apprehensive as the beautiful young woman turned
towards her. She looked at the captain's magnificent breasts,
marveling at their size and firmness. Miranda had seen her friend
naked many times and had had the pleasure of being seduced by her
and the pain of being punished by her but she could not help
feeling a thrill as she stood in awe of her magnificent figure.

"You need not worry this time Miranda, I have a small disciplinary
measure to take care of, but it is not for you this time so relax.
Will you call the duty officers and tell them to bring Gillian to
me. I think she should be in the galley preparing tea."

It was only a few moments after Miranda had picked up the
telephone that a tall girl entered the wheelhouse. She was
dressed, as were all the crew, in a white tunic top with a short
matching white skirt. Her tanned legs were bare, the white deck
shoes she was wearing made no sound as she entered the room. "We
have brought rating Gillian Saunders Ma'am, She is waiting outside
with duty officer Williams. Shall we bring her in?"

The duty officer showed no surprise at seeing her captain bared to
the waist.
"Yes you know the routine. Strip her in here and then bring her
through to my office." The captain walked through the door at the
end of the room and entered her private office. The room was
magnificently furnished with a large ornate desk and several
leather chairs.

Pictures of various schooners were hung on the walls, along with
antique ship's clocks. Glass cabinets held various historical
brass sextants and navigational items. One cabinet held an
assortment of telescopes that had been lovingly preserved.
In the centre of the room stood a low bench, the top covered in
matching leather to the chairs.

The captain watched as the naked girl was brought forcefully into
the room. The pretty duty officers held her firmly by each arm as
they sat her on the end of the bench. Quickly they grasped her
legs and bent them up and over her chest, raising her bottom
several inches off the end of the bench. They both knelt at each
side of the girl and held her legs firmly.

The captain moved forward and stood over the pretty young girl.
She noted that she had started to tremble, her pretty face flushed
and blushing as the duty officers spread her legs wide apart. The
plump flesh of her bottom was stretched tight, revealing the neat
pink rosebud of her anus.

"Gillian you have been a naughty girl and you know I have to
punish you." The captain leaned forward and stroked her fingers
gently down the inside of the girl's thigh. "Be a good girl and
take your punishment." She slid her hand over the soft plump flesh
of the girl's shaven pubis and parted the plump lips with her
delicate fingers. "Miranda would you come here?"

As the captain took her hand away from the girl's pubis, Miranda
immediately placed one hand between the girl's bottom cheeks and
the other over her smooth pubic mound. Expertly she parted the
labia and slipped a finger into the moist orifice, watching the
knuckle disappear into the trembling girl's most private part.

"You have been a silly girl haven't you Gillian." Miranda spoke
gently and lovingly as she moving her finger quickly in and out of
the blushing girl's vagina. "It won't be long now and it will soon
be over." She cooed as she deftly slipped a second finger into the
trembling girl.

With her other hand she gently stroked between the cheeks of her
bottom, locating the tight opening of her anus. "Let's just pop a
finger in here and open you up a bit." She murmured as she probed
the opening.

"There we are, that's a good girl. She felt the sphincter try to
contract as she pushed her lubricated finger straight up into the
tight orifice. Miranda expertly manipulated her fingers inside the
girl, occasionally running a fingernail over the erect clitoris.
She worked diligently for several minutes until she felt the
telltale signs of acute arousal.

The captain looked down at the trembling body of the young girl,
noting the anguished expression on her face as it became suffused
in a red blush. The girl's lips were parted and she had began to
breathe heavily as Miranda quickened the pace of her fingers.

"Three strokes, I think."  Miranda took her cue and once more
speeded up the tempo of her fingers buried deep in the girl's
vagina, at the same time she pushed hard with her other hand
impaling the girl's bottom with the length of her forefinger.

The captain stood back and raised the heavy leather strap above
her right shoulder.


Miranda sensed that the girl was close to orgasm, the flesh of her
vagina was contracting and expanding involuntarily against her
fingers. Quickly she pulled her hands away, feeling the tight
flesh of the sphincter shudder as she withdrew her fingers.
Miranda moved quickly aside as the captain brought the heavy
leather strap down hard against the timid flesh of the trembling
girl.
Whap. The strap bit into the tender flesh, wrapping itself
intimately around the tightly stretched buttocks.

The girl screamed, arching her shoulders back and thrusting her
young breasts upwards. Almost immediately the captain raised the
strap again and brought it down hard. The heavy leather singing
through the air towards it's target.

Whap. The second stroke smacked into the centre of her upturned
bottom, the thick leather imprinting its form on her captive
flesh. The girl tossed her head from side to side, her breath
exhaling in a violent hiss as the shock of painful lash coursed
through her body.

"Arrgggghhhhh...nooo ..ooo" The girl screamed, unable to control
her pain. "Pleeeessse,  argggghhh,, noo  more." Her body was
trembling from head to toe as she pleaded with her tormentors. The
captain quickly raised the strap again and brought it down again,
this time against the sensitive juncture between the girl's thighs
and buttocks, it's broad imprint was accompanied by a loud slap as
the leather once more found it's target.

The girl bucked as if she had been electrocuted, her lips drawn
back in a grimace as she fought the pain. "Arrrggghhh....
Arrrrrggggghhh" She cried. Her limbs trembled and quivered as she
tossed her head to left and then right as the pain coursed through
her body.

It had been no more than ten seconds between the first and last
stroke as Miranda quickly took up her position between the girl's
widely parted legs. Quickly she probed the trembling flesh of her
vagina and pushed her finger rudely up inside the girl. "There,
there, it's all over now, try and relax there's a good girl. Her
soothing words contrasted against the quickening fingers of her
hand. Miranda slipped her other hand between the girl's parted
buttocks and gently but firmly, pushed her forefinger back up into
the girl's bottom.
"There you are you are going to cum soon."

The captain put down her strap as she spoke and kneeled down
beside the distraught girl's head. She leaned forward and kissed
her, thrusting her tongue deep into her mouth.

Casually, the younger of the two duty officers, grasped one of the
girl's nipples between her finger and thumb and squeezed hard.
Gillian could not control herself, she felt her body tense as wave
after wave of sexual sensation coursed through her body. She
managed to draw air into her lungs just before she felt her
captain's lips once more close over her mouth.  Skillfully the
girls brought their captive to new heights of sensation as they
caressed and speared her body.
Veronica smiled to herself. It was always the same thought she had
as she pursued her pleasures. Being captain of the "Sobsel" was a
true fulfillment, a job that provided her with limitless pleasure
and satisfaction. To have one's whims and desires catered for so
completely was a privilege that few would enjoy in their lives.
She bent once more over the distraught body of the young girl and
whispered to her. "There my pretty young thing, we are just going
to make you cum once more before we let you up."

Her softly spoken words seemed to inflame the girl to new passion.
She could not help screaming as she felt Miranda push a second
finger deep inside her vagina. The second duty officer smoothed
her carefully manicured nails down over the girl's heaving tummy
and cruelly pinched the exposed clitoris. "Arrrrgggghhh...
arggggh." Gillian screamed as she reached her second orgasm.
"Arrgggh..oooooohhhh pleeeeease" Miranda smiled to herself as she
felt the walls of the vagina contract violently against her
fingers.

"There we are, you are a good girl. Now lets have a nice big cum
this time." She spoke softly as she deliberately thrust her finger
hard up into the young girl's bottom, curling it upwards as she
furiously moved the fingers of her other hand in a deep circular
motion inside the timid girl's vagina.

Gillian's body tensed in one violent spasm, her legs and torso
locked rigid as she reached her second orgasm. Suddenly she
started to quiver from head to foot and screamed uncontrollably
"arrrggggghhhhh... argggggghhhh...ooooohhhhhh." She thrashed her
head from side to side as paroxysms of emotion overtook her body.


They watched intently as Gillian's body trembled and shook, before
her emotions subsided. Her lungs gasped for breath as small
tremors ran through her body. Her full breasts heaved upwards as
she fought to take in air. Miranda gently reduced the motion of
her fingers until there was no movement. Gently she withdrew her
finger from the girl's tender bottom and pressed her hand firmly
against the crease between her buttocks.

"There you relax and we'll get you comfortable, there's a good
girl. The captain spoke gently and tenderly, ending the sentence
by kissing the distraught girl lovingly on the lips.

The duty officers, their faces flushed with excitement, carefully
let the girl's legs down so that her feet were able to touch the
floor at either side of the bench. Miranda withdrew her fingers
from between the girl's legs and bottom and stood up. She looked
at the captain and smiled.

"Not a bad little interlude before morning coffee, wouldn't you
say." The captain looked at Miranda. They had been friends for
over three years now and yet Veronica was often forced to laugh at
Miranda's impudence and "off the cuff" humour.
"I hope our cabin boy was not able to hear anything of this in his
little interview room."
Veronica laughed once more. "Don't worry dear Miranda, I'm sure he
is being kept quite busy filling out our questionnaire."

The captain turned to Gillian who was being helped up to a sitting
position by the two duty officers. The girl winced as her weight
was transferred to her tender buttocks. "The girl's will take you
down to the medical office, ask them to put some antiseptic cream
on that sore bottom of yours." Gillian looked at her captain, her
flushed, blushing cheeks and trembling lips a testament to her
ordeal. "I.. I'mm." Tears fell down her cheeks before she could
complete her sentence.

The captain bent forward and gently lifted the distraught girl
under the arms until she was standing upright. Veronica gently put
her arms around her and kissed her on tenderly on the lips. Their
naked breasts touched together, their nipples pushing softly into
each other's flesh.

"You'll be alright in a few moments, I'll get one of the girls to
make you some tea. Then you can go to the medical office by my
private stairway so you won't have to get dressed until they've
seen to your bottom."

Veronica ran her fingers gently over the girl's naked breasts as
she spoke softly to her.
"The girls will carry your clothes. I want you to tell the doctor
that I would like her to prepare to give someone a full medical
examination in about an hour's time. She can call me if she needs
any details, but if you tell her I am interviewing a cabin boy I
am sure she will understand. Gillian nodded her head. She looked
at her captain, her eyes could not conceal the look of love and
supplication she felt. "Yes Ma'am I will tell her."



The captain looked across at the young boy seated before her and
then back to the resume she held in her hands. Peter had been
taken to a small reception room and had been asked to fill in a
questionnaire. The questionnaire was detailed and if answered
thoroughly, quite revealing. The reception room had been made
deliberately drab, belying the opulence of the rest of the ship.
It was ideal for meeting petty port officials or customs officers.

Peter had been sat at the small desk for nearly two hours when the
pretty young duty officer had come to collect him. She had noticed
he was still writing and had gently pulled the sheaf of forms from
under his pen. "That will have to do, if the captain needs anymore
information I am sure it will be asked for." She had deliberately
not referred to the captain as "She" leaving any look of surprise
for the captain to deal with.

Peter shuffled uncomfortably in his chair. He felt gauche and out
of place against the luxurious setting of the captain's office. He
looked down at his clothes and his deck shoes, feeling ill at ease
and in contrast to the captain's crisp white uniform. He looked at
the young woman sat behind the desk. She was astoundingly
beautiful, her emerald green eyes were quite the most beautiful he
had ever seen. Her mouth was small and her lips were shaped with a
small dimple at either side of the mouth. Her beauty and the
surroundings of her office did little to bolster his confidence.

She leaned forward and began to question him, her tunic unable to
conceal the full-unfettered breasts beneath.

She had quickly read the answers within the questionnaire and
noted the salient points. No parents - saving to go to university
next year. Hoping to find employment and new friends on the
beautiful southern coast of France.

She questioned him for about half an hour, although she had made
up her mind in the first five minutes of the interview, she wanted
to watch for clues or tell tale signs of bravado or
aggressiveness.

"Well Peter, there are one or two things you need to know and
agree to. This ship is well disciplined and tardiness, lateness
and laziness are not tolerated. On board ship, you will obey the
officers, whatever you are asked to do, without hesitation. Do you
understand that?"
"Err..er Yes Miss." Peter replied hesitantly.

Veronica had been careful to avoid the boy knowing that the entire
crew, apart from himself, was female. She had referred to the crew
as officers or ratings.
"Good, you need not worry about clothes, we have uniforms and a
seamstress on board. Likewise toiletries and personal effects can
be bought from the ships store. I assume you have little or no
money, is that correct?" Peter blushed but nodded his head. "I
only have a few francs, Miss."

"You will address me as Ma'am or Captain Soames"
"Yes Ma'am" Peter replied. Veronica was pleased to note that the
boy did not try to be familiar or adopt a humorous persona, had he
done so she would have terminated the interview forthwith and let
him go on his way.

"Right I am prepared to offer you employment, providing that you
are medically fit of course. Have you had a medical examination
recently?"
"Er.. no Ma'am, not since I was at school."
"Have you had any, sexually transmitted diseases.?"
Veronica was delighted to see the boy instantly blush a deep red
as she asked the question.
"Oh no Ma'am" He protested.
"Well you must have had sexual relationships, are you homosexual?"
Peter's face flushed an even brighter red.
"Oh no Ma'am.. I mean I haven't had er.. er sex with anyone.. er
and I'm er..not homosexual."
Veronica delighted in the youth's embarrassment and his reply.

"Alright Peter, I will see if I can get the ships medical officer
to see you now, if you are pronounced fit and well, then I might
see you later to welcome you officially onboard. That is of course
if you would like to take the job."
"Oh Yes please Miss.....er I mean Ma'am."
Veronica smiled and pushed a pile of forms forward across her desk
to the young boy.
"You will have to sign these, I can leave you to read through them
if you like or I can tell you their content."
"Yes please Ma'am.. I mean if you would tell me."

Veronica smiled and explained that they were merely his
affirmation that he would abide by the rules and disciplines of
the ship.

She watched as the boy signed the last sheet of the pile of forms,
she realised he was blissfully unaware of exactly what he was
signing. She pressed a bell and waited until the pretty duty
officer entered. Claire I would like you to take Peter Jones to
the ships Medical Office, Peter has applied for the job of ship's
cabin boy and will, all being well, be joining us.

Peter followed the pretty young officer along the walkways and
stairways to the lower decks. He would have liked to ask her
questions, but the girl walked quickly in front of him, easily
negotiating the stairways and corridors with a deft familiarity.
Peter watched her pretty bottom and legs as she led him along the
corridors and stairways.

She stopped at the entrance to a long corridor and turned to him.
"We are on Deck 'C' if you ever loose your way" She smiled and
approached a door along the corridor, which had a brass plaque set
into it. The plaque read "Medical Officer".
The young girl immediately knocked on the door and without waiting
for a reply opened it. She turned and beckoned him to follow.
Peter found himself in a spacious reception area. There was a
large desk upon which was a word processor and telephone
switchboard.
Behind the desk sat a slender and pretty young girl. She was not
in ship's uniform, but wore a blue and white striped short-sleeved
blouse.

Her hair was tied back into a neat bun. Her lightly tanned face
bore no traces of makeup apart from a little eye shadow, which
accented her dark brown eyes beneath the thin wire frames of her
glasses. Her tanned arms were slender and her hands neat and
delicate. Peter, once more feeling ill at ease, looked down at his
own disheveled appearance.

He looked round at the room as the girl's exchanged pleasantries.
There were several modern leather seated chairs arranged against
the wall, on the opposite wall was a modern chromium plated
weighing scale which stood next to a height chart on the wall.

Next to the chart was a small curtained screen on castors. The
screen was about four feet high. Behind the screen was a small
desk with bottles and jars on top of it and behind the desk a
small stainless steel sink.

"I'll leave you here and come and collect you when you are
finished." The young duty officer smiled at him and left the room.

"Can I help you?" The young girl looked up at Peter from her desk,
her lips drawn back in a professional smile revealing sparkling
white teeth.

"Er.. yes Miss.. er... the captain has sent me for a medical."
Peter stammered his reply.
"What name is it please?" She asked without looking up. Instead
tapping the keys of her computer and peering into the screen.
"Peter Jones, Miss."

The young girl tapped several keys and then slowly looked up at
the boy. She paused before delivering the lines she had been
relishing.
"Ah yes, you are next in to see the medical officer. Would you
strip please, you can put your clothes on the chair behind you."
Peter could not believe his ears, nor could he help the blood
rushing to his cheeks as she said the words.
"Er... what Miss?"

The girl looked at him directly, her face betraying none of the
excitement she felt.
"Take off your clothes and put them on the chair behind you."
Before Peter could reply or protest she turned back to her
computer and began to type.

Peter was left standing in the middle of the room feeling foolish.
He wanted to protest, but could think of nothing to say. To have
to take his clothes off in front of the young girl filled him with
embarrassment. She could only be a year or so older than himself,
he thought.

Resignedly he bent down to take off his shoes and socks. He
carefully placed his socks inside his shoes and pushed them
beneath the leather chair. Looking towards the girl for
confirmation he began to unbutton his shirt. The girl did not look
up although she was well aware of his reaction to her command. She
continued typing, her peripheral vision keeping her informed of
the boy's progress.

Peter took his shirt off, his face was burning red as he laid the
garment on the chair behind him. He looked across at the girl once
more for some confirmation that he was to take off his trousers.
The girl continued with her work, leaving him no alternative but
to continue undressing. He unbuttoned his trousers and with acute
embarrassment took them off. He placed them over the chair and
stood up in his brief underpants. He looked across at the young
girl feeling utterly foolish at being made to strip in front of
her. The cool moving air from the room's air-conditioning teased
the tiny hairs on his skin, accentuating his nakedness.
Nikki continued to type, although she was well aware that the boy
was now down to his underpants.

"Er.. I'm ready Miss." Peter stammered.
Nikki looked up and gave the boy a professional smile.  "Come over
here Peter and stand by the side of my desk." Shame-faced he moved
toward the desk as she took a series of printed forms from her
drawer and placed them in a clipboard.

"Now lets see." She looked down and perused the forms as Peter
stood at her desk. He felt awkward and embarrassed, acutely aware
of the brevity of his worn underpants.
Without getting up she wheeled her chair to the side of the desk
so that her knees were only inches away from the boy's shins.
Peter could not help look down at her. Her slender legs were bared
to mid thigh, her short navy-blue skirt revealing the smoothness
of her lightly tanned limbs.

Her dainty feet wore flat soles, which were held by delicate
thongs, criss-crossing her shapely ankles and ending in a small
bow at mid calf.
Nikki was well aware of the effect she was having on the blushing
youth, his face betraying the utter shame and embarrassment he
felt.

" Right... height and weight...  er...we can do that in a moment.
Have you any distinguishing marks or abnormalities.?" She looked
up into the boy's face, watching him blush profusely as she asked
the question.
"Er.. n'no Miss." Peter stammered as he looked at the pretty young
girl seated before him. Nikki paused before delivering her 'coup
de grace'. She deliberately looked up into the boy's face making
sure that his eyes met hers.
"No marks... good, now just slip your underpants off for me and
place the palms of your hands on top of your head."

Peter felt his cheeks burning as he looked at her with an
expression of pure anguish on his face.
The girl did not repeat the command but looked down and began
reading the forms she had in front of her. Peter did not know what
to do; he waited hoping that he could catch her eye, in case he
had misheard her command. Eventually, in total silence he pushed
his underpants down his legs to his ankles and stepped out of
them. Straightening up he could not bring himself to look at the
girl as he raised his arms and placed his hands upon his head.

"Now let's have a look at you." Her words caused Peter even
greater embarrassment as she looked up, her eyes coolly appraising
him. He watched dejectedly as she examined him from head to toe.

Nikki was delighted with his appearance. His body was slim but
very well proportioned. His hairless chest dipped to a slim firm
waist, narrow hips and long legs. He had very little body hair,
even for a young boy. She turned her attention to his genitals,
noting his penis which, although flaccid was a good size as were
his testicles. She presumed that he had been circumcised, the tip
of the glans visible through the soft folds of the foreskin, was
pointing downwards below his scrotum. She looked up to his face,
which was flushed a deep red. She noted that his body was covered
with goose bumps, a testimony to his nervousness, she thought,
rather than the temperature of the room.

"Stand with your feet apart." Peter looked at her in horror as he
shuffled his feet to a wider stance. He watched, almost in shock
as she took a pencil from the desk and placed it beneath his
penis, he felt the cold painted wood being pressed against his
flesh. He was trembling involuntarily as she used the pencil to
lift his penis away from his scrotum.

She peered between his legs and then let his penis drop back
between his thighs. At that one small contact Peter felt his penis
begin to engorge. His stomach churned at the very thought that his
penis might erect in front of her.

"Turn around with your back towards me and bend over and touch
your toes will you."
Humiliated beyond belief Peter did as he was told. Slowly turning
away from her, he took his hands from his head and bent forward.
"All the way over and touch your toes."

Peter felt his whole body begin to shiver as he bent over, acutely
aware of the view she would have of him. He could not help the
gasp that escaped from his lips as her cool hands parted the
cheeks of his bottom. She held his buttocks open for several
seconds stretching the flesh tightly to expose the puckered star
of the sphincter.

"You may get up now." She said sweetly, taking her hands away from
his bottom. "Go over there and stand on the scales." Peter quickly
bent down to retrieve his underpants.
"No, you can leave those off for now." Her voice was firm as she
commanded the trembling youth.

"Put them on the chair over there with your other things,"
She stood up and taking her clipboard proceeded to the weighing
scales. Peter followed fighting the tingling sensation within his
groin. Her touch and cool demeanor had initiated the first
stirrings of sexual arousal within him.

Nikki was delighted with her progress, no longer conscious of the
button beneath her desk, which would, if pressed, summon the duty
officers from across the corridor.
She put her clipboard down on the desk and bade the boy stand on
the scales, marveling at his acquiescence.

"Stand up straight, there's a good boy."
Her voice became softer as she stood close to the naked youth. She
placed the palm of one hand flat against his tummy, her little
finger just touching his pubic hair. She rested the other hand on
the small of his back and with a slight pressure, urged him to
stand further forward on the platform.
Peter felt his penis tingle with desire once more as her soft cool
hands touched him. He felt his face blush with humiliation as she
casually let her hand slide from the small of his back and down
over his buttocks.

"Let's see that's eleven stones and seven pounds." She let go of
him and picked up her clipboard and wrote quickly.

"Right, stand up against the chart with your shoulders pressed
against the wall and your feet flat on the floor."

She watched as the boy almost blinded with embarrassment moved
clumsily to stand beside the chart. She noticed that his penis was
already slightly distended, the circumcised foreskin gradually
creeping back, showing more of the bell shaped head. She looked at
his blushing face and trembling lips.

"Are you feeling alright, you look a little flushed.
Peter could hardly bring himself to look at the girl. As their
eyes met Nikki noted the look of pure anguish in the boy's
expression. Delighted, she placed her clipboard on the floor and
stood up close to him, her young breasts pressed firmly against
his chest as she adjusted the gauge to sit on top of his head.

"There... that's... exactly six feet tall. Is that what you are
Peter... six feet tall?" There was just a touch of merriment in
her voice as she spoke to the trembling youth. Peter almost
groaned as he tried to form a reply.
"Er... y..yes Miss..s..er six feet." Peter missed the double
entendre of her question, in fact he felt like fainting, such was
his humiliation and embarrassment. His stomach churned with dread
and foreboding as she picked up the clipboard and placed it on the
desk.

Leaning over she filled in more details and then reached in to one
of the drawers for a small tape measure.  "Step forward and stand
in front of me, legs apart and hands on your head." Her sweet
innocent face and almost childlike figure, belying her firm
command.
Peter stood forward and placed his hand on his head. He shivered
with pure anguish as he felt her place her hand on the inside of
his thigh.
"Spread a little wider there's a good boy." He stood in an aura of
abject humiliation as he felt her hands pass the tape measure
around his chest and then waist.

He shivered as she smoothed her hands over his bottom, her
delicate touch caressing his flesh. She passed the tape measure
around his buttocks and held the ends against the pubic hair just
above his penis. She felt the boy shudder as she deliberately
brushed her knuckles against the tip of his member. Ignoring his
plight, she placed the tape around his thigh and measured the
circumference, once more filling in the details on her clipboard.

Peter could not help looking at her as she kneeled down in front
of his widely spread legs. Without preamble she took the tip of
the tape measure and pressed the end between the juncture of his
thighs. The back of her hand softly touching and lifting his
testicles as she pressed upwards behind his scrotum, holding the
other end of the measure lightly against his ankle.

Peter, shamefaced and completely humiliated felt his penis begin
to engorge. He could not help himself. Nikki kept the tape between
his legs and moved the end to his other ankle, her face only
inches from his penis as she altered her position. She watched his
penis gradually distend, thrilling as the foreskin rolled back
almost imperceptibly to reveal even more of the glans. She pressed
the tape more firmly between his thighs her hand deliberately
moving against his testicles.

Peter moaned involuntarily as the humiliation continued. He looked
to the ceiling, trying to avoid looking down at all costs. Nikki
took her hands away from him, deliberately brushing her soft
fingers against his penis as she stood up and faced him. Her body
was merely inches from him as she spoke softly.
"You seem hot and you are shivering Peter, I think you may be
coming down with something and that would never do if you really
want this job... look at me Peter, you do really want this job
don't you?"

She watched as he lowered his head, his eyes bore all the anguish
that he felt as he looked into her eyes.
"Imm... er alright Miss... I'mm just um .. er.. a little nervous."

Nikki was delighted in the boy's discomfort and complete
acquiescence - and of course, her own performance in handling him.
She decided that she would prolong his torment at her hands just a
little longer before she handed him over to her compatriots.

"I think you might have a temperature. I am going to have to make
sure you are not ill. There are a variety of influenza bugs going
around on the 'Cote' this year."

Peter groaned as she put her pretty hand on his hip and beckoned
him to the small desk. Deftly she placed her left hand on his
tummy and stroked her other hand up to small of his back. She
looked down at his engorged penis, which moved from side to side
as he walked, although not yet fully erect the flesh was plump and
turgid. She skillfully maneuvered him until he was facing the
desk,. pressing firmly on his back and tummy she bent him forward.

Lay your chest down on the desk there's a good boy." She had him
bent over before he could protest.
"There's a good boy, chest flat against the desk now... that's it
rest your head on your hands." Peter had obeyed almost without
thinking. His humiliation and total embarrassment had acted on his
body like a heavy drug.

"W..what are... are you going to do Miss." Peter managed to
stammer. His face was bright crimson as he felt her put her hands
on his buttocks.
"I'm just going to take your temperature you silly boy, now stay
still and spread your legs apart... come along now."
Peter felt his face burning as she slid her hands down over his
buttocks and pressed the inside of his thighs until he was
positioned to her liking.
She walked round the desk and placing a soft hand on his burning
cheek, looked into his eyes.

"Just you stay still, we're nearly finished now."
She ruffled the hair of his head, delighted that he had laid his
head to the side facing her. She stooped to open one of the draws,
her whole body tingled with anticipation as she reached inside.

She took a large rectal thermometer out of the draw and
deliberately placed it in on the desk in front of his face. She
noted his agonized expression as she slowly and deliberately
pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Intentionally she let the
rubber snap against her wrists, making sure that her hands were
within his full view.

Next, almost ritualistically, she took a tube of lubricant and
smeared it on her right forefinger. Watching his expression of
horror, she formed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand into
an 'O' and sensuously slipped the lubricated finger though it.

She looked into his face as she picked up the large glass tube.
Slowly, almost hypnotically she smeared more lubricant around the
bulbous end of the glass, smiling sweetly at him as she worked the
lubricant over the large protuberance.

"Just relax and everything will be fine, little boys sometimes
tense their bottoms - but I am sure you are going to be a good boy
aren't you?"

Her words, combined with his vulnerable position had managed to
reduce him in stature to that of a whimpering child. He uttered a
groan as way of an answer, but in fact he was almost delirious
with acute embarrassment.

Nikki was relaxed and enjoying every minute of her dominance over
the trembling boy, His compliance and embarrassment almost total,
as she left the thermometer on the desk in front of his face and
moved behind him. Standing back, she admired the firm hairless
buttocks and strong legs of the naked youth. Because of the
limited height of the desk, his back was slightly dipped into a
smooth concave arc; small beads of perspiration were evident on
his clearly defined spinal column. Even with his legs widely
spread, the smooth flesh of his bottom was raised higher than his
head.

Nikki thrilled as the flesh of his buttocks shuddered and
contracted violently at the first touch of her hand. Sliding the
fingers of her left hand between the crease of his bottom, she
pulled the cheeks apart. Slowly and with deliberate intent she
placed her right hand underneath his buttocks. Before he could
protest she had slipped her hand upward between the cheeks,
further parting the buttocks. Inexorably the tips of her delicate
fingers wriggled between the pliant mounds of flesh and located
the sensitive opening of the sphincter.

She felt the boy tense his entire body as she gently probed the
opening.
"Just stay still and relax... I am going to be very gentle with
your little bottom." Peter shuddered as he felt the tip of her
finger probe the opening of his sphincter. He had never
experienced anything like the sensation he felt as her finger
slipped through the tiny orifice of his sphincter and up into his
anus.

Nikki felt the boy's involuntary reflex to straighten up as she
probed his bottom. She placed her free hand on the small of his
back and spoke softly to him.

"There we are now, just relax, you'll soon get used to it." Her
voice and the hand on his back seemed to quiet him. She increased
the pressure of her hand on the middle of his back as she pushed
her finger firmly up into his virgin bottom.

"OOOoooohhhhh." Peter moaned as he felt the intense pressure of
her slender finger push into him and then inexorably intrude even
further up into his bottom. Nikki quickly located the prostate
gland and without hesitation proceeded to massage it with the very
tip of her finger.

"Arrrggghhhh..ooohhhh." Peter let out a low moan as her finger
moved over the sensitive gland. In a series of tiny movements she
jiggled the tip of her finger against the pliant flesh of the
prostate, knowing that it would be impossible for the boy to avoid
his penis erecting.

She pushed harder, applying a firmer pressure and increasing the
rapid movements of her finger.



Deftly she continued the stimulation for several minutes before
abruptly pulling her finger from within his anus.

"Arrggghhh...arrrggghhh." Peter could not help gasping as his
sphincter was stretched over the knuckle of her slender finger for
a second time.

Nikki laid her hand gently on his buttocks and stroked the soft
flesh before moving around the desk until she was facing him. She
noticed a tear roll down his crimson cheek and on to his hand.

"You're doing fine Peter, just relax a little more while I pop
this into your bottom."
Her words rekindled his acute embarrassment, as he lay helpless
before her. Deliberately she re-coated her fingers with lubricant
and picked up the thermometer.

Moving around him, she parted his buttocks with her left hand and
introduced the large glass bowl of thermometer to the sphincter.
Holding it firmly she teased the orifice by pushing firmly with
the glass tube.

She watched as the sphincter began to dilate around the bulbous
mercury filled sphere. With a firm push she watched the glass orb
disappear inside him.

"oooooooohhhhhhhhhh." Peter could not contain himself as he felt
his bottom being stretched wide to accommodate the device.

Nikki smiled to herself as she pushed the glass thermometer up
into his anus, the length of glass such that the bowl penetrated
deep inside him.

"Now just relax... you're not feeling any discomfort are you. Do
your genitals feel alright?"
Peter could not believe what was happening to him as he felt her
delicate hands slide over his buttocks and between his legs.

He shuddered as he felt her cup his testicles in her hand and pull
them backwards. His whole body began to tense rigidly as he felt
her other hand slip between his parted legs and take a firm hold
of his penis.

To his horror he realised that he was fully erect. Nikki smiled to
herself as she stooped between his legs to view his erection. She
pulled the foreskin of his penis back along the shaft, revealing
the whole of the sensitive glans.

"Well you seem alright there, I'll leave you for five minutes, so
don't move from that position - do you understand me."

Peter could not have moved had he wanted to. He was near to
fainting as her hands left his body. H

is chest was heaving and he gasped for air as he heard her exit
the door to the surgery.



He lay there unable to comprehend the turn of events that had led
him to his position. For all he knew he might have fainted as he
felt her hand touch his bottom for he had not heard her re-enter
the room.

"Right.. any pain here?" She asked as she slipped her hand quickly
between his legs and fondled his testicles.
Peter almost choked with embarrassment as she slipped her other
hand over the head of his penis. "What about here... do you feel
any sensation." Nikki had to stifle her amusement as she felt the
rigid staff throb between her fingers.

"er  er...nooo Miss." Peter could hardly reply as once more she
pulled the foreskin back firmly, stretching the skin to its
fullest extent.

Without preamble Nikki took her hands from his genitals and
quickly took hold of the thermometer. With a practiced motion she
pulled the thermometer out of his bottom, watching with delight as
the sphincter stretched and then closed behind the glass bulb as
it was pulled free.

Peter gasped at the acute sensation, feeling his penis throb as
his sphincter stretched. He was unaware of the expert way his body
and emotions had been deliberately manipulated, unaware that the
girl was well practiced in the humiliation and dominance of
patients.

The girl glanced at the temperature gauge, knowing already that
any elevation in temperature would be a result entirely of her own
doing.
Nikki discarded the rubber gloves and stood back admiring the
boy's naked form.

"There now stand up straight and we have finished, come along -
you are not going to lay across my desk all day are you?"

Peter groaned as he lifted his body from the desk. He felt an ache
in his back, suddenly realising that he must have been bent over
for at least ten minutes. As the young girl moved around to face
him, Peter immediately tried to cover his erection with his hands.
He placed both palms over his genitals, pulling his erect penis up
against his stomach and holding his forearms close together to
cover himself.

Nikki pretended not to notice but lifted a large and a smaller jar
from the far end of the desk. Holding one in each hand she moved
towards him. "Take these and go behind the screen. I want you to
fill the small jar with urine and you can expel what ever is left
into the other."

Peter looked shocked as she proffered the jars to him.
"But..but Miss."
"What on earth's' the matter, come along there's a good boy."


Peter blushed furiously as he slowly uncovered himself. He could
not help looking down as he took his hands away, horrified as the
watched the young girl observe his penis as it sprang outwards. He
tried to take the jars from her quickly so that he could turn away
and walk behind the screen, but Nikki held his wrist just as he
had taken the jars from her.

"What is this... how on earth are going to give a urine sample
like that you naughty boy." Peter was mortified as she stopped him
from turning away and pointed to his penis.  To his horror, his
penis was standing upwards at an angle of forty-five degrees. In
vein he tried to hide his erection by squirming his legs and
trying somehow to turn his hips away from her.

"Give me the jars Peter, you are a naughty boy"
Peter could not control himself, his body racked in tremors of
embarrassment as she delicately took the jars from his fingers.

"Come along I'll have the nurses deal with you." Her voice was
stern as she deliberately took hold of his erect penis before he
could cover himself.
"Hands on your head now... quickly do as I say." She had raised
her voice only slightly, but was delighted to see the embarrassed
youth obey immediately.

She placed her other hand beneath his scrotum and cupped his
testicles. "Fortunately for you young man I am going to let the
nurses deal with you. Now come along with me and don't you dare
move those hands."
Taking her hand away from his scrotum, she led him by his penis
towards the door leading to the surgery.

"Please Miss, wait a moment, I'm so sorry... I..I.." Peter could
not complete his sentence. His embarrassment was so acute he felt
near to fainting.



2



Marie looked at Sarah's naked body as the beautiful girl reached
for the hanger, which held her nursing uniform. Marie smiled
knowing that even this simple white cotton dress would be as
alluring as the sheerest of evening gowns over Sarah's curvaceous
body.
Marie could not help herself as she reached forward and placing
her hand between her friend's lush thighs. She thrilled as she
squeezed the smoothly shaven pubis, her fingers reveling in the
plump flesh of the girl's prominent pubic mound.

Sarah remembered that, as a young girl at the age of eleven,
feeling awkward and embarrassed by her body. She smiled as she
thought of her ugly duckling childhood, little knowing then, the
transformation that would take place. She had been horrified by
her rate of growth, already six inches taller than the tallest boy
in her school, she had avoided dances or parties or any social
gathering where she would have to meet or socialise with the
opposite sex.

By the time Sarah was fifteen her young body had filled out to
become the envy of every girl in the school and the desire of
every boy. Not only was Sarah tall and shapely, her face was
stunningly beautiful. Her classic bone structure, beautiful almond
eyes and lush lips had been the envy of every girl in school. When
she had left school to enroll at nursing college, she was already
self-assured and had developed a persona so powerful that she was
easily able to manipulate her peers, easily able to repel unwanted
attention, without causing offence to the young male students.
"I know I'm wet, and so... I bet, are you my little nymph." Sarah
smiled as she spoke to Marie. "I am rather looking forward to this
and I know you are, so let me get dressed before I crumple into a
heap.

Marie smiled. She knew better than to think that she could reduce
Sarah to a crumpled heap. Sarah was very much in charge of her
life, self-assured and dominant in her role as head nurse, taking
her work and her pleasures seriously. Marie knew that Sarah
intended to enjoy and savior every minute of the afternoon.

3


Peter stumbled rather than walked the few feet to the door. He
watched blankly as she pushed down on the handle and without
preamble pulled him forward by his penis. Peter stumbled behind
her, his mind in turmoil as he involuntarily followed her into the
modern surgery.

A large examination table was the centrepiece of the room, it's
chromium-plated centre stand glinting under the strong lights. The
leather-covered top of the table had been draped with a white
sheet. Around the walls were cupboards and shelves all finished in
a stainless steel or chromium metal. Instruments and medical
paraphernalia abounded within the confines of the shelving.

The receptionist did not stop but led the trembling boy towards
another door. She swung it open - and taking a firmer grip upon
his penis led him through to a smaller room. The room was
completely tiled in white porcelain, it contained a bath already
half full of warm water, several sinks, a toilet bowl and a low
padded table. Peter almost fainted as he saw the two beautiful
nurses, who were laying out tubing on top of a chromium-plated
trolley. They looked up and smiled as Nikki pulled the embarrassed
youth forward.

Sarah stood up and addressed the trembling boy. "What have we
here?" She looked down at his groin as Nikki let go of his penis,
leaving his rigid member pointing upwards toward the ceiling.
Peter blushed profusely, his face and chest suffused in red as he
took his hands from his head in an attempt to cover himself.

"Get those hands back on your head at once." Nikki spoke sharply
her voice penetrating Peter's cocoon of shame and embarrassment.
He could not help squeezing his eyes shut as he slowly replaced
his hands back upon his head. He shivered as he felt a soft hand
on his shoulder. Opening his eyes he blushed as the taller of the
two nurses gently pulled him toward the low padded table.

"Kneel upon there will you... on your hands and knees... there's a
sweetie."
Peter blushed again as the nurse, quickly positioned him. He
shivered as he felt the hands of both nurses upon his body, unable
to protest as they placed his knees wide apart on the padded
surface of the table.

"My you are a nice looking boy". Sarah cooed as she slipped her
hand between his legs and cupped his testicles. Peter could not
stop his body from trembling as he felt the receptionist reach
beneath him and take hold of his erect penis. He quaked as she
placed the cold glass of a specimen jar against groin,
deliberately pushing his penis downward into the broad opening of
the jar.
"Well at least you're in a position to give me a urine sample now,
so off you go and give me a full jar, there's a good boy."

Peter could hardly believe what was happening to him as he felt
one of the nurses press the flat of her palm up against his tummy.

"Just let it all go." He heard her whisper as she pressed harder
against his stomach. Suddenly without warning, Peter felt his
bladder relax and he began to urinate helplessly into the specimen
jar. Sarah looked across at Nikki as she held the jar up against
the boy's penis.

Nikki could feel the heat of the urine through the glass as she
lowered the jar and took a firm hold of the young boy's penis. She
squeezed gently, pulling her fingers down the shaft and watching
as the last drops of urine escaped.

"There's a good boy... that was no trouble at all was it." She
watched excitedly as he hung his head in shame. Nikki took the
urine sample and left the room. Before Peter could compose himself
Sarah had placed her hands on the cheeks of his bottom and parted
the firm flesh. She felt the boy wince as Mari pushed a well
soaped shaving brush between his buttocks and began to lather him.

"Keep still, there's a good boy and let nurse soap your bottom.
We're just going to give you a little shave between your cheeks,
so try and keep still won't you"
Peter could not believe his ears as he felt their gentle fingers
part his buttocks further and press the cold steel of the safety
razor against his flesh. Just relax, and it will all be over
before you know it.

Peter was blushing a bright red as the nurse began shaving between
his legs. He shuddered with embarrassment as the second nurse
deliberately slid her hand beneath his tummy and cupped his
testicles, drawing the soft pouch forward as the razor moved down
lower between his legs. "Just you relax there's a good boy." Sarah
whispered to him as she gently squeezed his scrotum. She slid her
other hand beneath him and took a firm hold of his penis. She felt
the organ throb between her fingers as she tightened her grip.

Peter trembled as the nurses continued their ministrations. Their
hands probing and kneading his flesh, seemingly oblivious to his
distress. He shuddered as the nurse who had been shaving him, put
down the razor and taking a dab of lubricant ran her fingers up
between the cheeks of his bottom. The cool liquid emphasised his
nakedness as she probed the opening of his sphincter. Without
warning she pushed her slender forefinger up into his bottom
making him moan audibly. "Just relax there's a good boy." She
ignored his moans as she reached for the enema nozzle and
introduced it between tightly stretched flesh of his sphincter.

Deftly she withdrew her finger and pushed the slim metal nozzle
upward into his anus. "Arrrgggh... ooohhh." Peter moaned as he
felt the cold metal stretch his opening, shuddering as the
appliance penetrated him. Before he could protest further she had
pushed the appliance deep into his anus.

"Now just relax your bottom while I put the bulb in." Peter did
not know what she meant, but moaned loudly as his sphincter was
stretched wide over the bulbous rubber ball which was attached to
the nozzle. The nurse gave him no respite as she inflated the
ball. "Arrggggghhhhhhh." He could not help but protest his anguish
as he felt his sphincter stretch tightly over the inflated
intrusion.

He gasped again as the other nurse pushed the skin of his foreskin
down the shaft of his penis and squeezed his testicles firmly.
"There... there.... Just relax while we see to you." She spoke
softly and gently. She turned on the irrigator and watched the
young boy shiver and tremble as the water began to penetrate his
insides.

The nurses looked at each other and smiled as Peter moaned loudly,
unable to contain his emotions. He felt dizzy with the sensation
of their hands upon his naked body and the sensual sensation of
the warmed water seemingly rushing inside him. The water began to
fill him up quickly, he felt the nurse lean over and reach
underneath him to gently stroke his tummy.

He was trembling uncontrollably as the second nurse squeezed his
penis and pulled the foreskin down over the shaft, her voice soft
and low as she whispered to him. "Be a brave boy, there is not
much more to go now and then you can pop to the toilet."

Mari felt his tummy, stroking her hand gently under the young
trembling flesh. She moved her hand down until she felt the tip of
his penis, which Sarah was holding. "There that's a good boy, your
tummy is almost full." She whispered softly, well aware of the
sensual effect of both their softly spoken words and their gentle
hands.

Sarah felt his penis throb between her fingers as she watched Mari
switch off the irrigator and pull backwards on the inflated bulb
trapped in his anus. "Just shuffle backwards and put your feet on
the floor and I will take you to the toilet." She held the tubing
as both she and Sarah helped the boy get down from the table

Peter felt utterly humiliated as he struggled to get down from the
table. Although he was acutely aware of his bloated stomach, it
was the inflated rubber ball within his anus that accentuated his
embarrassment. Naked and ashamed he put his feet to the floor, not
daring to look at either of the pretty nurses. He was horribly
aware that were able to touch his naked body as intimately as they
wished. Their soft hands emphasised the point as he felt the nurse
squeeze his penis and pull his testicles forward.

Sarah squeezed once more and then let go of him, smiling to Mari
as they helped the young boy to the open toilet. They watched in
amusement as his erect penis bobbed up and down as he stumbled
forward.

Peter felt utterly humiliated as they sat him on the white
porcelain. His face blushed a deep red as Sarah bent forward and
lifted his testicles while Mari deflated enema bulb and gave
a sharp tug to the tubing. Peter closed his eyes in shame as he
evacuated almost immediately.

"There's a good boy." Sarah cooed as they stood over him. They
watched as he sat trembling before them. Sarah let go of his
testicles as Mari took the enema apparatus over to the sinks.

"Stand up now and we'll just give you a quick bath before you see
the doctor."  Peter coloured up almost immediately as he heard
their words. Surely they did not intend to bathe him he thought as
they helped him from the toilet. Gentle hands and soft-spoken
voices accompanied his short walk to the bath.

They helped him to step over the side as and positioned him so
that he was facing them with his legs spread apart. Gently they
took his wrists and lifted his arms. "Hands on your head, there's
a good boy, we can't wash your bottom with your hands in the way,
can we? Just stand still and we'll give you a thorough wash all
over... how's that?

Peter felt his cheeks suffuse with a red blush as the nurses
looked at him.  He had had no other experience to prepare him for
the humiliation he was suffering. He was acutely aware of his
dilemma, standing naked before the two young nurses with his penis
erect.

Deliberately Sarah reached forward and delicately held his
testicles in the palm of her hand. She watched the boy shiver as
she cupped her fingers, drawing her nails gently over the flesh
behind the scrotum. Peter moaned in embarrassment as he watched
Mari deliberately soap her hands in front of him. Making sure that
he was watching her every move she reached between his legs and
slipped her hand between the cheeks of his bottom. Peter
involuntarily tried to clench his buttocks at the intrusion.

"Just relax your bottom, there's a good boy." She cooed as she
pushed a soapy finger against the tightly closed flesh of his
sphincter. "Ooops there we are." She murmured to him as she
slipped her forefinger up into his bottom. Sarah pulled his
testicles forward and watching his expression of dismay took a
firm hold of his erect penis.

Both Sarah and Mari were aware of the boy's utter distress as time
after time they brought him to the very edge ejaculation, each
time taking their hands away from his body before he lost control.
They washed his whole body, their hands gently soaping his chest
thighs and buttocks. He stood helplessly before them as they
deliberately excited his body. Sarah teased his nipples with her
fingernails, coaxing the sensitive flesh to erect as Mari, slipped
her fingers between his buttocks and pushed a soapy finger into
his anus.


They made him sit in the bath while they washed his hair and then
stand once more, as they rinsed him. Each touch coaxing a sexual
response from his trembling body.
Eventually they helped him step out of the bath. "Hands back on
your head now, there's a good boy." Mari's sharp command preempted
Peter's attempt to cover his genitals with his hands.


"Legs well apart now, we want you perfectly dry for the doctor."
Peter could not help himself from blushing profusely as the nurses
positioned him so that his legs were widely spread. His cheeks
felt as if they were on fire as Sarah looked at him and smiled
sweetly, her beautiful features compounding his utter humiliation.
She held his gaze and reached forward with her hand, cupping his
testicles within her delicate fingers.

"There we are we'll soon have you dry." Peter shivered
uncontrollably, closing his eyes in utter embarrassment as he felt
the nurse pull his foreskin back and gently move the towel over
the sensitive flesh. He almost jumped as the soft toweling rubbed
against the glans of his penis. "Try and keep still." Mari
whispered to him as she moved behind him and parted his buttocks.

With infinite care she gently rubbed the towel between the cheeks
of his bottom. Her hands moving over his flesh, pulling the cheeks
of his bottom this way and that as she dried him.

The nurses finished drying him and standing back examined him from
top to toe. Peter quickly covered his groin with his hands,
feeling utterly foolish, as he stood naked before them.

"Alright Peter, I will get you a robe and you can go through to
the examination room." Sarah spoke kindly as she stepped towards
him and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. She gestured to
him to follow her through to the examination room. Mari pushed
open the door and held it while Sarah stroked her hand down the
boy's back and over the hillocks of his firm buttocks. She patted
him gently on the cheeks of his bare bottom and motioned him to
enter the room.

"In you go there's a good boy." She whispered gently as Peter
stumbled forward, his embarrassment further accentuated by her
hand on his bottom.
Sarah propelled the boy into the brightly-lit room. The chromium
of the examination table shone under the strong lights as Sarah
led the trembling youth towards a small stainless steel podium.
The podium had three steps at either side and was used to assess
the fitness and heart rates of patients, who were made to ascend
and descend the steps several times in quick succession before
heart monitoring.

Sarah had Peter sit on the podium and told him to face her. She
watched him wince as his buttocks made contact with the cold
metal. Sarah looked closely at the naked youth, his face was
bright red with embarrassment as he sat timidly before her. She
noticed that he was still covering his genitals, his hands were
pressed tightly against his groin and his knees pressed close
together.

She stepped in front of him and placed her hands gently on either
side of his cheeks. She could feel his face burning as she lifted
his head to look at her. Just open your legs so I can step closer
to you. She moved forward so that her knees were touching his, she
felt his knees move apart as she pressed against him.

She lowered his head until his forehead was resting against her
tummy. "I'm just going to examine your hair, so you can relax for
a while. Sarah smiled to herself as she thought of the next part
of the examination.  She looked over to Mari who was holding a
folded hospital gown. Mari grinned as she caught Sarah's eye, she
knew Sarah was enjoying having a young boy to play with, both she
and Sarah loved having control over their patients, both male and
female. It had been sometime since they had a young boy on board
and certainly never one as good looking as Peter.

Peter kept his head still as he felt the hands of the young nurse
gently stroke her fingers through his hair. Her gentle touch was
playing havoc with his senses. He felt his penis beginning to
erect again as Sarah gently stroked her hands upward over the back
of his neck.

Sarah was aware of the sensual effect of her fingers. She could
feel the boy shiver as she concentrated her efforts on the short
hairs at the nape of his neck. She felt him begin to tremble as
she teased his hair, her caresses soft and gentle, almost loving.
She brushed behind his ears and over his blushing cheeks before
taking her hands away. She placed her fingers under his chin and
delicately brought his head up until his eyes met hers. She could
almost feel his embarrassment as she looked into his eyes.

"Right Peter you seem fine there. Stand on the podium for me and
raise your arms straight above your head." She watched the boy
colour up a bright red as he looked at her and realised that he
would have to uncover himself. He could find no worthwhile
protestation as he clumsily stood up, his hands still trying to
cover his erection. He turned his back and climbed on to the
podium. Slowly he turned to face her, acutely aware of his
nakedness and vulnerability.

"Stand up straight, legs apart and stretch your hand up towards
the ceiling... as quick as you can now, we don't want to keep the
doctor waiting." Peter felt dizzy with shame as he straightened up
slowly placing his legs apart. Sarah thrilled as Peter turned his
head away from her before taking his hands away from his genitals
and stretching his arms upwards. Sarah reached up and turned the
boy's head toward her. She looked into his eyes as he trembled and
shook with shame. Her voice was soft but firm.  "Legs further
apart and stretch those hands as high as you can, there's a good
little boy."

Peter was humiliated beyond belief, acutely aware of his penis,
which was standing out at ninety degrees to his body. He could not
help the tremors, which ran through his whole body as stood naked
and ashamed facing the young nurse.

Sarah looked at the trembling body of the naked boy standing in
front of her. She felt a thrill run through her body as she
stepped forward. Peter could not control the anguish and abject
dismay he felt as the nurse stood next to him, placing her soft
hands on his tummy and waist as she looked closely at his armpits.
He shivered as she ran her fingers through the sparse underarm
hair. She repeated the procedure for the other armpit and then
stood back.


"Right you can put your hands on your head now Peter and I will
check your pubic hair." Her words were designed to produce the
maximum amount of embarrassment as once more she moved close to
him and placed her left hand on his hip. She felt him begin
tremble uncontrollably as she placed the palm of her other hand
flat against his tummy.

She looked into his eyes, deliberately adding drama to the moment
as she gently smoothed her fingers down over stomach and through
his pubic hair.

Mari moved around to stand behind Peter as Sarah took her hand
from the young boy's hip and deliberately took a firm hold of his
penis. "Now stand still there's a good boy." She murmured softly
as she moved the rigid member to the side so that she could
examine the soft hairs around the base of his penis.

"My you are tense, Peter... try and control yourself there's a
good boy." Her words added further fuel to his embarrassment as
she deftly ran her fingers around the hair at the base of his
penis. Watching his face she slipped her fingers between his legs
and gently held his testicles. Drawing her hand forward she lifted
the soft sac of the scrotum and pulled his testicles forward.

Bending low so that her face was only inches from his erect penis,
she peered at the smoothly shaven area between his legs. She could
feel his body jerk with fear as she gently squeezed his scrotum.

"There, there, don't be alarmed I've nearly finished my
examination." Peter flinched as she pulled the foreskin of his
erect penis backwards until the skin was tightly stretched, at the
same time he felt her squeeze his testicles.

He could never in his wildest dreams have imagined having such an
intimate and humiliating examination.

"I think I will have to draw the doctor's attention to the
tightness of the foreskin."

Sarah spoke to Mari, aware that drawing further attention to his
penis would acutely embarrass the boy.

"Please have a look and tell me what you think.  Mari stepped
around the podium and stood next to Sarah. She looked up into the
boy's eyes, seeing his abject dismay as she reached forward and
gently touched his penis.

Sarah took her hands away from his penis and watched as Mari took
a firm grip of the rigid member. She watched intently as Mari drew
the foreskin upward over the sensitive glans.

She felt another thrill run through her body as Mari abruptly and
deliberately pushed the skin back, causing the boy to jerk his
hips violently. "Keep still there's a good boy and let Mari
examine you." Sarah spoke firmly to the trembling boy, aware that
his knees had began to tremble.

Mari looked up at Peter and waited until his eyes met hers. "I am
sorry if you find this embarrassing, but it is far better if we
identify any problems you might have now, so that we can do
something about it."

Peter blushed profusely as Mari reached between his legs and drew
his testicles forward, her fingertips pressing on the underside of
his penis as she emphasised her words. She continued to manipulate
his penis until she felt the telltale signs of impending
ejaculation. She immediately took her hands from his body and
stood back.

Peter was so disoriented, he could hardly see the nurses through
his haze of utter humiliation and sexual sensation. His body
trembled and shook, his upper torso was one red flush as he
struggled to stay upright with his legs spread wide apart and his
hands on his head. He was acutely aware of his penis jutting out
in front of him. His erection so stiff that it was almost painful.


He felt dizzy and near to fainting as they moved to his side and
helped him down from the podium. He was in a daze, emotionally
exhausted, as they dressed him in a short, pale green hospital
gown and tied the sting at his neck, leaving him naked at the
back. The gown was so short that, had his penis not been erect, it
would have been visible below the hem of the cloth.

He stumbled rather than walked to the chair, which was placed in
front of the desk at the far end of the room. He was aware of the
cold metal seat against his naked buttocks as the nurses helped
him sit. "You just stay there nice and still and I will fetch you
a drink while you wait for the doctor."




Doctor Vicki Nixon was twenty-five years old. Having completed her
compulsory one-year housemanship six months ago, she had taken a
post in a small general practice, but the tedious and uninspiring
work had shown her that she would never be suited to this type of
work.

She had quickly decided to look for something more exciting. The
small discreet advertisement for a female doctor placed in the
'Times' newspaper promised travel and an excellent salary, but it
was the carefully worded candidate requirements that had caught
her eye.

'Must be able to administer ships rule', Why not 'rules' she
thought and then she saw the line below. Please apply Capt.
Soames. Her job as Medical officer aboard the MV Sobsel had more
than fulfilled her wildest dreams.

Vicki's Story



Vicki could remember quite clearly the first moment when she
realised her unusual sexual inclination. Although at a mere eight
years old, she did not fully understand the implications of her
sexual predilections, she had began to have dreams in which she
had made her nine year old brother strip naked in front of her.

She was never able to rationalise the dreams but had always
experienced an inexplicable thrill each time she thought about
them. Vicki kept her thoughts and her dreams to herself and it was
not until she was sixteen years old that she began to understand
some of her psyche.

Vicki and her brother Paul were very close and often played or
read together when they came home from grammar school. Vicki had
noticed for a period of a few months after her brothers
seventeenth birthday that he would go to his room and not emerge
until tea-time. One day she had gone to his room only to find that
his door was closed.

She had bent down to the keyhole and looked into the room. At
first she was confused at what she saw. Her brother was laid naked
on the bed, his back arched and his hips thrust upward as he
quickly slid his hand up and down the shaft of his erect penis.
Vicki watched enthralled as her brother masturbated.

She was even more intrigued as she watched jets of semen shoot
from the tip of his penis and land in a milky pool upon his chest
and stomach.

She quietly and thoughtfully left her position at the door and
went to her room. She felt an excitement that she was unable to
understand as she laid on her bed and thought about what she had
seen. She remembered quite vividly pressing her hand hard between
her legs and immediately experiencing her first orgasm. Over the
next few weeks she watched through the keyhole at every
opportunity.


Vicki was a bright student at school and had an ordered an
inquiring mind. Of course she had heard all the sexual talk that
goes on in school, but was not content with the girl's talk of
hearsay and innuendo.
She had one friend who she could trust. Veronica was head girl and
although she was in the year above Vicki they had become friends.

Vicki and Veronica were certainly the best looking girls in school
and it was perhaps the natural affinity of two extremely pretty
girls that led to them becoming friends. They both seemed to have
the same views on a variety of subjects and soon came to trust
each other with their innermost thoughts and secrets.

Even though Vicki trusted her friend implicitly she had still
hesitated before telling her about her brother.

It was a complete surprise and revelation to Vicki when Veronica
suggested punishing him.
"I have always fancied having someone so helpless that I could do
what I like with them. Blackmail is one of the oldest crimes, but
it seems like a perfect way of having some fun with your brother."

It was then that Vicki told Veronica of the dreams she had had
from a young age. She spared no detail and was amazed when
Veronica told her that she had had fantasies smacking and whipping
both boys and girls.

"I don't think I am a sadist but I think it is a sexual turn on. I
get wet every time I think about it."
"But you don't mind which sex... I mean male or female."
"Of course not." Veronica replied. "They have to be good looking,
but I decided some time ago that I was never going to be one of
those stupid girls that just giggle and open their legs. I intend
to be very much in charge of any relationship I have. I can tell
you now I have already planned my career in that what ever I
eventually decide to do, I will make sure that I am very much in
charge."


The girls laughed together, but Vicki had no delusions that
Veronica had meant what she said.

"Do you think I could get Paul in such a position as to do what I
like with him then Veronica"

"Easily, he seems quite sensitive, remember he is in my year, and
where you are quite practical, math's, physics etc. Paul is very
much on the arts side and I have always thought that he has a very
sensitive nature."
Veronica looked at Vicki quite seriously and said. "It's a pity
you can't get something on that young maid of yours. I rather
liked the look of her when I was at your house the other day."

Vicki smiled at her friend. "I have got something over her,
although I have done nothing about it. I saw her hand washing some
of mother's expensive underwear. My parents are away and so I know
it was Nancy who has been wearing my mother's things."
"Well why don't we catch her out... and then we can really have
some fun. What do you think?"

Apart from catching the maid borrowing her mother's underwear they
left their plans in abeyance until the next term. Veronica, who
was a keen sailor, had been invited to take part in offshore
racing in the south of England , so  would be away for the long
summer holidays.


Vicki started to visit the British library and over the next few
months explored every textbook she could find on the male
reproduction system. So intrigued was she, that before long, she
was reading books on the human sexual psyche as well as books on
anatomy and physiology. Vicki became absorbed in the subject and
decided that if she could obtain the necessary grades she would
study medicine.

Her study of the human sexual psyche not only gave her an insight
into practices of young boys, but also helped her understand her
own predilections and sexual development. Vicki continued to watch
her brother masturbate. She took great care, not only to ensure
that she was not discovered, but to carefully conceal her new
found knowledge from her brother.

Vicki bided her time before deciding how to convert her own
longings and feelings into some tangible form. She waited until
her parents would be away for several days, a practice their
parents had increased in frequency as Vicki had turned sixteen
years of age and her brother Paul seventeen. Their parents
obviously enjoyed making short trips away together, leaving
herself and her brother at home to be looked after by their young
maid.

Nancy was a young Philippine woman about twenty years old. She
looked after the cooking and cleaning of the household. Apart from
preparing their meals while their parents were away, Vicki saw
very little of her. That was until Vicki quite deliberately walked
into her room and demanded that she strip and show her
underclothes. Vicki had checked her mother's drawers to make sure
that the items she suspected the maid was wearing were missing.
She felt certain, as it was the maid's night off and her parents
were away, that she would be wearing them to go out.


"Don't bother to lie to me." She had addressed the young maid.
"Get
your clothes off now,"

She had watched fascinated as the young maid had stripped
revealing, as Vicki had guessed her mother's panties and bra.
"Well get them off... you are not posing for your boyfriend now!"

The maid had coloured up immediately as Vicki guessed correctly
the reason for her borrowing the garments.
Vicki watched as the maid shyly unhooked the bra, revealing plump
rounded breasts as she laid the garment on the bed.

"Don't dawdle if you want to keep your job, get those panties off
now." The maid's cheeks blushed an even deeper red as she slowly
slid the panties over the swell of her hips and down her pretty
thighs. She stooped to take the panties off and as she stood up,
Vicki was delighted to note that her pubis was shaved bare.

Vicki boldly stepped forward and cupped her hand between the
woman's legs. The pubis felt soft and plump as Vicki squeezed the
mound of flesh gently. She felt her middle finger slip between the
lips of the labia as she caressed the soft flesh.

"Wet with the anticipation of a night having it off with your
boyfriend are you." Vicki moved closer as she spoke and gently
took the young woman's right nipple between the fingers of her
other hand. Well you will have to go without mother's 'frillies'
won't you. In fact I will give you something to wear, bend over
the bed now, before I change my mind about getting you sacked."
Vicki was quite confident that the maid would obey.

She turned towards the dresser and picked up her mother's
hairbrush. When she turned round she was delighted to see that the
maid had bent over the bed, her pretty rounded bottom was thrust
upward in the perfect attitude for a spanking.

Without preamble, Vicki brought the hairbrush down three times in
quick succession across the soft flesh of the maids young bottom.
"arggghhh...pleeease...no more" The young maid wailed as Vicki
gave her three more strokes, taking delight in the feel and the
sound of the wooden hairbrush as it bit into the pliant flesh.
"Arggghhh ooooooooooh, pleeeease nooo more.

The young maid wailed, her face pushing into the soft bedding as
she wiggled her hips and bottom, trying to ease the pain of the
spanking. "I will let you off with six for the moment, but I will
be asking you to do something for me in the near future." Vicki
spoke quietly but with authority as she watched the young woman
writhe upon the bed.

"Just to make sure that you understand the nature of what I may
ask you to do, I want you to turn over and play with yourself
until you have an orgasm." Vicki could not think for the life of
her where she had found the courage to ask such a thing. The words
seemed to have escaped from her mouth before she had had time to
think. She watched fascinated as the young maid turned over on the
bed, her bottom rubbing against the quilted covering as she tried
to ease the pain in her bottom.

"What shall I do Miss Vicki?" Her timidly spoken words accompanied
by profusely blushing cheeks. "You know perfectly well what to do,
so do it... get those legs spread well apart, come along now I
haven't got all night. Vicki remembered well how the blushing girl
had timidly pressed her hand between her legs and gently teased
the lips of her labia apart. Slowly she had pushed he delicate
fingers between the plump folds of skin, soon abandoning herself
to her own ministrations.

Vicki had watched absolutely enthralled as the young woman began
to gyrate her hips, her fingers moving faster and faster between
her legs as she brought herself to a sexual climax. Vicki had
leaned forward just as the girl began to orgasm and casually took
both of the girls nipples between her fingers, squeezing them hard
as she gasped and moaned with ecstasy. Vicki watched, fascinated
as the young maid's movements became less erratic, bending over
her she whispered.

"Remember you will do what I ask, when I ask it, without
question... do you understand. The young woman nodded as Vicki
leaned forwards and kissed her on the lips forcing her own tongue
deep into the maid's open mouth.

Vicki had formulated her plan quite carefully and meticulously, so
much so that she was quite calm as she bent to the keyhole of the
door to watch her brother. She observed him as he stretched
himself on the bed, his body already naked as he began to fondle
his penis. She waited patiently watching him stroke his hand up
and down the shaft of his penis until it became erect. Standing
up, she quite calmly opened the door of his bedroom and stepped
inside. She thrilled as a look of pure anguish and horror appeared
on her brother's face. He tried to hide his erection, grabbing the
quilt cover and then turning over so that he was laid face down.
Vicki was quite calm as she delivered her well-rehearsed line.

"What on earth are you doing, why that's filthy Paul, how could
you do something like that?." She stood looking at him, his naked
buttocks were clenched and his hand was pressed between his body
and the surface of the bed as he tried to cover himself. There was
a look of pure horror on his blushing face as he turned his head
towards her. Vicki looked at him coldly. "Look at you... you are
still touching yourself. Come to my room when you have calmed down
or I will ring our parents now!"

Vicki immediately turned towards the door and left the room before
her brother had time to answer. She slammed the door shut and
grinning to herself, proceeded to her bedroom.
Vicki sat at her desk and surveyed her room. She looked again at
the low beam, which ran across the ceiling of the bedroom.

The four-story town house was one of the best examples of Georgian
architecture within Chelsea and had been lovingly preserved in
every detail by her parents. Vicki had carefully laid out several
items around the room, innocent in themselves, but an essential
part of her plan. Her skipping rope was casually hanging from the
bookshelf. A three-foot ruler was placed tidily on her desk
against the pens and crayons and she had added several items to
the medicine cabinet within her en-suite bathroom.

She turned to look at her reflection in the tall Victorian
freestanding mirror and was delighted with what she saw. She had
carefully brushed her blonde hair and had tied it back in a black
velvet bow. She wore the white shirt and navy-blue tie that was
part of her school uniform.

She had removed her bra and noted that the nipples of her firm
breasts were just visible through the material of her shirt as she
moved her body. Her pleated skirt was short and reached to mid-
thigh, revealing most of her pretty legs. She wore a little
makeup, which she had carefully applied to accent her petite
features. Her total appearance was one of a well-groomed pretty
young girl, but with a subtle hint of both sexiness and severity.

She looked up from her desk to see her brother enter her room. He
was wearing a pair of jeans and T-shirt. She noted that he must
have dressed hurriedly as he had slipped his bare feet into a pair
of moccasins and had not fastened his belt. His face was bright
red and he looked down rather than at his sister as he shuffled,
shamefaced into the room.

"You might well look like that, I cannot believe what I just saw
you doing... you didn't even lock your door, so I suppose you
wanted the extra thrill of doing it in front of me or the maid.
Was that it?" Vicki was well aware that the last thing Paul had in
mind was to get caught out, but she also knew that the extra
accusation would lend further credibility to her actions.

"Please Vicki, I sorry I had no idea you would come into my
room... and you know that there is no key to the door, please
don't ring our parents, I couldn't bear it if they were to find
out... I couldn't face them."

"What you were doing was disgraceful... and playing with
yourself... that is worse than being a homosexual... it is just
depraved. If you had been with a girl I could understand you being
aroused, but on your own touching yourself... urgh how awful."
Paul although a year older than his sister was completely taken
aback by her words. He felt utterly stupid and ashamed and at a
loss for words.


"I am sorry I promise I will never do it in the house again... I
promise."
"You are right there.." Vicki looked at him, her face cold and
scathing. "You will never play with yourself again if I have
anything to do with it."

"Please don't ring Mum and Dad... I couldn't bear them to find
out." Paul's voice was almost pleading as he looked sheepishly at
his sister.

Vicki looked at him and watched him drop his head in shame. "Look
at me Paul and listen to me carefully. I am not going to let you
off the hook... what you were doing to yourself is called self-
abuse. It was dirty, disgusting and degrading. I am going to make
you an offer, I will make it only once and it is not negotiable...
do you understand.?"

There was a slight look of relief on her brother's face as he
looked down at her. Vicki kept her demeanor firm and severe. She
knew that he would accept anything rather than have his parents
find out what he had been doing. Vicki at the same time wanted to
make sure that his attitude would be acquiescent and malleable.

"Please Vicki... anything rather than tell Mum and Dad. I could
never face them again."
Vicki raised her head and looked her brother straight in the eye.
"O.K. Listen to me... don't speak until I have finished and then
you may say whether you accept or not. If you do not accept I will
immediately telephone our parents. Do you understand?"

Paul shuffled his feet and nodded towards his sister. He felt
utterly stupid and yet surprised and nervously impressed by his
sister's attitude. Like older brothers he had given his younger
sister little thought. He was now being subjected to a mature
attitude he had not known she possessed.

"Right... the alternative is that you will be punished by me, not
just punished but humiliated too. If you protest at any part of
it, I will take it that you do not agree to it and I will
immediately revert back to a telephone call to Mum and Dad. I am
not going to tell you what the punishment is, or go into any other
details. You may answer me now with a simple... Yes I accept or no
I do not."

Paul looked at her and without hesitation said. "Yes I accept."
"Right, take your shirt and jeans off and give me your belt. Don't
even think of protesting or hesitating." She watched as her
brother blushed profusely, his cheeks burning bright red as he
looked at her in shock.

Vicki placed her hand over the telephone on her desk as she
observed her brother's acute dilemma. She was aware that getting
past this point was crucial. She felt a thrill run through her
body as he began to unbutton his shirt. She kept her hand on the
telephone as he continued undressing, eventually standing before
her in his boxer shorts. He stepped forward and placed his belt on
her desk.

Vicki immediately stood up and taking the belt moved around her
desk. She quickly took the belt and moved in front of her brother.
Within a few minutes she had bound his wrists with the belt and
led him to the middle of the room below the timber beam. She made
him stand on a small stool while she hooked the belt that was left
between his wrists over the old iron cleat.

The iron cleat protruded two inches out from the beam and was
about nine inches tall. As the strap was placed over the cleat,
Paul was able to drop his wrists as the strap slid between the
iron and the beam.
"You may step down now." She told him, watching him tentatively
search for the floor with his bare feet.
Once he was stood on the floor,she took the stool away and stood
behind him. His body was stretched between floor and ceiling with
just enough slack to allow his knees to bend.

"Stand still or I will tie your feet." Her sharp command caused
Paul to try and look behind him. She noted that he could only
twist his body slightly, making the effort futile. He hung his
head on his chest, aware for the first time that he was helplessly
fastened.

Vicki walked around to face him. She noted the dejected expression
on his face as he looked at her helplessly. She would have liked
to have stripped him naked before she had tied him up, further
adding to his humiliation. She knew however that this would have
caused protestation and delay.

She continued walking around him aware of his trepidation at what
his punishment might be. She stood behind him and placed her hand
on his shoulder. His body jerked at the sudden contact. She
smoothed her hand down his back to his waist.

"Not so cocky now are we, my little 'masturbater'." She quickly
hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulled
them down to his knees. Before he had time to protest, she had
them down to his ankles. "Lift your foot... quickly now!" Without
waiting she lifted his feet one by one, taking the shorts from
around his ankles.

She stood up and threw the shorts onto the desk behind her. She
leaned forward and picked up the long ruler. She moved to his side
so that she was just within his peripheral vision. Without
preamble she raised the ruler and brought it down hard across the
top of his buttocks.

Paul jerked his body as though he had been electrocuted. He threw
his head back and yelled with pain. His body twisted from side to
side, his thighs rubbing together, trying to rid himself of the
pain. Vicki walked in front of him and stood looking at him
dispassionately. After a few moments he stopped writhing and
looked at his sister.

"That really hurt, I'm on fire." He almost sobbed as he looked at
her. Vicki smiled and looked down at his genitals, noting that his
penis was flaccid. It was the first time she had really been able
to look at his naked body and she took the opportunity to
leisurely examine him from head to toe.

Paul blushed profusely as he realised where she was looking and
attempted to hide his genitals from her gaze by pressing his
thighs together.
"I don't think you are going to behave yourself are you Paul. I
think I had better tie you a little better than I have, what do
you think?"

Paul hung his head and groaned. "That really hurt, I couldn't bear
another one like that... I couldn't bear the pain."
His tone was pleading as he looked at his younger sister. Vicki
was delighted with the sight before her... her reality far better
than any dream she had had. She looked up at her brother and
raising her arm lifted his chin with the end of the rule. "You had
better mend your ways then hadn't you Paul. I am going to leave
you for a moment, so that you may reflect on your hurt."

Vicki walked behind the naked boy and laid the rule on the desk.
She walked from the bedroom leaving the door wide open. She
crossed to her brothers bedroom and searching around his room,
located the weights for his barbells. She picked up two medium
weights and carried them back to her bedroom. She placed them
about four feet apart behind her brother's legs. Quickly she took
the skipping rope from her bookshelf and threaded the handle of
the rope through the hole of the barbell weight and tied the end.
Making a double loop she took hold of his ankle.

"Place you feet as far apart as you can get them, come on now or I
will give you another stroke of the ruler." She ignored her
brother's groans and protestations as she looped the skipping rope
around his ankle. Leaving loose rope on the floor between his
legs, she pushed his other ankle towards the second weight,
stretching his legs wide apart. She tied a second loop and knotted
it before passing the end of the rope through the weight and tying
it. She stood up, her chest heaving with the recent effort and
stood back to examine her handiwork.

She noted that a livid wheal had appeared across the top of his
buttocks. She had not meant to hit him so hard or cause so much
pain, but she had had no experience to ascertain how hard to swing
the ruler.

She noted that his body was trembling as she walked around him.
His feet were now slightly further back than his shoulders and she
noted with glee that his genitals hung down freely between his
widely spread legs.

He raised his head to look at her as she once more stood facing
him. His face was flushed and his forehead was wet with
perspiration, she raised her hand and stoked his cheek before
speaking gently to him.
"Right we are going to have a little question and answer session.
If I think you are being evasive or untruthful I will give you
another smack across your bare bottom, do you understand me?"

Paul looked at her his expression almost dazed as he hung from the
beam. He blushed once more at her words.
Vicki walked around to the desk and picked up the long ruler. She
moved to stand at his side. She gently tapped his buttocks with
the ruler. "Can you feel this Paul." She tapped the centre of his
buttocks, causing him to clench the muscles.
"Yes, please don't hit me again."

"This is not part of your punishment... in fact I don't believe I
have told you how many strokes you are going to get. What ever you
get now will be on top of what I originally intended to give you,
so I would think twice before you lie to me."

Paul hung his head he seemed unable to protest anymore. Vicki
smiled to her self as she tapped his buttocks once more.

"How many times a day do you masturbate? Don't lie to me, or you
will have another mark on this bare bottom of yours." Vicki
realised the shame he was feeling each time she mentioned his
nakedness. "Come along the truth now."
"er... twice..." His voice was almost a croak as he answered her.

Vicki was fairly sure that this was true. From what she had read
she knew that most males woke up with an erection or erected very
soon after waking. She also knew that Paul liked to linger in bed
in the mornings and so presumed that this was when he masturbated.

"When do you do it, come on answer me."
"er... in the mornings... and sometimes at night or when I get
home from school." His face was suffused in red from his
embarrassment.

Vicki paused for a moment before delivering her final and most
embarrassing question.
"Who or what do you think about while you are doing it."

Vicki watched the look of anguish appear on her brothers face. He
twisted his head to try and look at her. "er... I don't think of
anything really... I j'just erm do it."
Vicki knew this to be a lie, not only was it obvious from his
hesitation and the evasiveness of his answer, but she also knew he
had a crush on Veronica.

Vicki smiled to her self as she thought he could not have made a
worse choice.
She raised the ruler and swung it against the very centre of his
buttocks. She was careful to limit the force of the blow, but
still surprised to see the violence of his reaction. She thrilled
as his hips jerked forward, his penis and testicles swinging
backwards and forwards between his widely stretched legs as he
tried to alleviate the pain.

"You might as well tell me the truth, I can go on all night if
necessary, so I would think again before you lie to me."
Paul groaned, he looked utterly humiliated as he tried to turn his
head towards his sister.
"Do I have to say. please I am so embarrassed."

Vicki raised the rule but instead of striking him she held it
threateningly.
"It's Veronica... erm Veronica Soames."

Vicki smiled to herself. "So you have been lusting after the head
girl at school have you and then you have insulted her by doing
your dirty deeds every day. How degrading for her, I have a good
mind to tell her."
"Oh please Vicki don't. I really am sorry I promise I will never
do it again... pleeeease don't tell her."

"I afraid that you are in no position to plead for my discretion,
instead you had better prepare yourself for your punishment. In
view of the affront to my best friend I am afraid that the first
part of you punishment is going to be very painful for you. You
only have yourself to blame so take it like a brave boy."

Vicki realised the effect her words would have upon him as she
watched his face colour into a deep red blush. "Get that bottom up
as far as you can." She watched as Paul tried to push his bottom
backwards, his hips quivering with fear and trepidation.


"I am going to give you eight hard strokes... brace yourself."
Vicki could not contain the thrill she felt between her legs as
she raised the ruler and brought it down in an arc against the
firm plump flesh of Paul's bottom,
"creaaaaccck" The ruler bit cruelly into the bare flesh.

Again a thrill raced through her loins as the boy's body arched in
pain, his penis and testicles swinging upwards, the pain coursing
through his buttocks.

Vicki did not hesitate. She raised the ruler and brought it down
across the centre of his buttocks. She gave him no respite until
she had delivered eight hard strokes, striping his buttocks from
the base of his spine to the sensitive juncture between his bottom
and the top of his thighs. She felt herself orgasm as the boy
screamed with pain as she delivered the last stroke. She pressed
her legs together as wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through
her body, his screams echoing in her ears as she relished her
private pleasure.

She watched fascinated as Paul's body bucked and trembled
violently in an attempt to rid himself of the pain. His mouth was
open wide, taking in gulps of air between his anguished groans.

Vicki quickly put down her ruler and moved to his side, pressing
her body close to his she laid her hand gently across the cheeks
of his bottom and whispered in his ear. "There my poor baby, did I
hurt you.... My... you are in a state. She placed the flat of her
other hand against his heaving chest, slowly caressing the flesh
as she let the hand slide down until her palm was over the pubic
hair above his penis. Deliberately she moved her hand lower,
stroking the soft flesh of his penis before taking cupping her
hand under his testicles. She pulled them forward and squeezed
gently as slipped her other hand between the cheeks of his bottom.
Even through the intense pain, Paul jerked his body in anguish and
embarrassment as she handled him so familiarly.

"Please....  d'' don't." Paul blushed profusely as he felt her
fingers slip intimately between the cheeks of his bottom. He felt
her press her forefinger against the sensitive sphincter of his
bottom as she deliberately squeezed his testicles.

Vicki pushed the tip of her forefinger into the opening of his
bottom, at the same time letting go of his testicles, she took a
firm hold of his flaccid penis. She felt his entire body shiver as
she pulled the skin of the foreskin back to reveal the sensitive
glans. "Not feeling quite so naughty now are we?" She whispered to
him as she began to manipulate his foreskin, drawing the timid
flesh backwards and forwards over the sensitive nerve ends of the
glans.

Vicki pressed her breast against his body as she continued to
manipulate his foreskin. Her delicate fingers expertly coaxing the
timid flesh. "Why Paul I do believe your penis is beginning to
erect. What sort of behavior is that for a young boy?"

Paul could only moan incoherently as Vicki quickened her strokes.
Her finger nails occasionally scoring over the underside of his
penis as it began to erect. "What is this then..." Vicki
deliberately drew attention to his penis, causing the boy to look
down reluctantly as she took a firmer hold upon his penis and
quickly pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go.

Paul could only mutter, his voice thick with emotion as Vicki
brought his penis to a full erection. The rigid flesh stood out
from his body as she played with his penis. She pushed the
forefinger of her hand harder against the opening of his
sphincter, thrilling as she felt it slide up into his bottom.

"Arggghhh" Paul gasped as he felt the slender finger penetrate his
bottom. His body trembled as his sister played with the very core
of his emotions, The fire is his bottom seemed to accent his
sexual arousal. He had never experienced any sensation to compare
with what he felt now. Every touch every caress brought him to new
heights of sexual sensation. His body was stretched taught, every
sinew strained as his sister expertly used her hands upon his
body.


Suddenly she withdrew her hand from his bottom and quickly took a
thick rubber band from her skirt pocket. Holding his penis firmly,
she pulled the foreskin back along the shaft and slipped the band
over the head of the penis, pulling it downwards over the rigid
flesh until it was wrapped tightly around the very base of the
shaft.

She stood back and picked up the heavy ruler. A thrill ran through
her body as she moved to stand facing him. Placing her legs
astride she looked at the naked boy before her. Extending the
ruler, she tapped his penis in an upward motion, the wood making a
slapping sound against the underside of the engorged flesh..



"Well my dear Paul, just look at you." She heard him groan as he
dropped his head, his embarrassment clearly written all over his
face.

"Look at me Paul." Her words were spoken with a firm tone as she
observed the look of anguish upon his face.

Paul lifted his head and looked at his sister. His face was bright
red and his lips were trembling as involuntarily, he met her gaze.
A tear rolled down his cheek as Vicki once more tapped his erect
penis with the wooden rule.

"You chose to expose yourself to me... now you are forced to do
it, you are not quite so happy are you?" Paul trembled before her,
every muscle in his body strained with sensation as he looked at
his younger sister. He could not help noticing her trim figure,
her young breasts pressing against the crisp white shirt of her
uniform as she moved towards him. He trembled as she deliberately
extended her arm and gripped the tip of his penis with her slender
fingers.

"This... my dear Paul will get you into a lot of trouble if you
are not careful., although come to think of it, you seem to be in
a lot of trouble already.!"
She carefully pushed the foreskin back, stretching the skin
tightly. Paul groaned in anguish at the utter humiliation. He felt
totally exposed and unable to control the absolute anguish he
felt.

He felt his body begin to tremble uncontrollably as Vicki
stretched the skin of his foreskin back along the shaft of his
penis. He felt his penis begin to throb, nothing in his experience
had prepared him for the sensation he was now feeling. She quickly
took another elastic band from her pocket and slipped it over the
head of his erect organ. She pushed it down the shaft until the
foreskin was held back, leaving the glans fully exposed.

Abruptly Vicki released his penis and cupped his testicles,
squeezing them gently before taking her hand away and standing
back to look at the naked boy.

"I promised that you would be humiliated and punished Paul. I am
afraid that there is worse to come. Look at yourself, your penis
is quite exposed, what a sight you look. Look at me Paul, while I
am talking to you."

Paul reluctantly met his sister's steady gaze. He blushed
immediately as their eyes met. He could feel the heat in his
cheeks as she observed him, coolly appraising his body. Paul could
only watch in horror as she looked him up and down. Her gaze
resting on his erect penis. He could only groan in anguish as she
casually flicked the end of his penis with her fingers. His
erection seemed to be beyond his control, the elastic bands
holding him firmly and accentuating his utter helplessness.

"I am going to let you stand there, looking utterly foolish while
I decide what form your humiliation will take."

Paul groaned as she spoke, horribly aware of just how helpless and
humiliated he felt. He looked at Vicki, his face flushed and full
of anguish. His voice was almost pleading as he spoke. "Please
Vicki. no more please." His body trembled with emotion as he tried
to speak.

Vicki looked at him her face passive. She stood with her legs
astride, her breasts pushed against the crisp white cotton of her
blouse as she placed her hands behind her back.

"I am going to humiliate you, as you have humiliated me. You have
been let off the worst of your punishment by my silence. I should
have told our parents. and I decided not to. But you are going to
be humiliated. I am going to leave you for a while, so you may use
the time to reflect upon what you have done." She moved towards
him and cupped his chin in her hand.

Looking into his eyes she placed her other hand between his legs
and gently took hold of his testicles, delicately moving the soft
balls within his scrotum. She watched him blush profusely as she
held him. "You need to be taken in hand Paul. and I am going to
make sure that you are."

Vicki deliberately squeezed his testicles and then moved away from
him. Silently she walked behind him and out of the room, closing
the door behind her.

Paul was in anguish, his whole body trembled as he stood spread-
eagled. He could not help looking down at his penis, which jutted
out in front of him. His erection held in limbo by the elastic
bands, which she had placed around the shaft.

His thoughts were in turmoil, he could neither think straight nor
stop the trembling of his body. The pain in his buttocks reminding
him of his utter humiliation as he vainly tried to control his
emotions. He began to weep, unable to contain the tears that
welled up in his eyes and rolled down on to his cheeks.


It was twenty minutes later that the three girls entered the room.
Veronica had hardly been able to contain her excitement when Vicki
had phoned her to tell of her success in manipulating the boy so
easily. Veronica had dressed in a white cotton shirt, her firm
breasts unfettered beneath the crisply ironed garment.

Her hair was tied back into a bun at the back of her head. Groomed
to perfection, her hair shone with health. She had carefully
chosen her clothes, as had Vicki, to a studied effect of
innocence. Her pleated navy skirt cut just above the knee,
displaying her long tanned legs. She had walked the short distance
to Vicki's house deliberately quelling the excitement she felt.

Veronica had walked into the room first. Behind her Vicki was
prodding a reluctant maid in the back. Nancy had been told of
Vicki's plans that morning and had been reluctant to take part,
until Vicki had reminded her that if she refused, she would accuse
her of stealing her mothers clothes.

Vicki had painstakingly instructed the maid in what she would be
required to do and had made sure that she would obey her to the
letter. Nancy was carrying a small stainless steel dish, which
Vicki had asked her to fetch from the kitchen.

The three girls stood behind the naked boy. Veronica admiring his
lithe body, noted with glee the wheals across his buttocks where
her friend and laid her ruler.

Paul, had heard movement behind him but was unable to turn his
head. His face was red and tear stained, his bottom lip trembling
as he heard the familiar voice of Veronica Soames.

"So Paul, you have been a naughty boy have you, playing with
yourself while imagining all sorts of filthy thoughts about me. Is
that what you have been doing?" Veronica observed the boy's
buttocks clench as he heard her voice.

Paul shook and trembled in utter humiliation as he realised that
Veronica Soames, was not only present in the room, but that she
could see his naked body. In horror he looked down at himself,
blushing profusely as he saw that his penis was still semi-erect.
He trembled in abject humiliation as her heard footsteps.

He turned his head as far as he could to the side, his eyes
pleading to be spared his utter humiliation. He watched as she
came within his view. Her pretty face turned towards him as she
walked around and stood facing his naked body.

"Well Paul, what have you got to say for yourself. What a nasty
young boy you have been. Vicki has told me all about it, so don't
try and deny any part of it." Veronica sharpened her tone. "Look
at me, when I am speaking to you, have you no manners either,"

Veronica was well aware of every nuance of the boy's utter
humiliation. She thrilled as he raised his head, his eyes
betraying his utter helplessness as he reluctantly met her steady
gaze.

His horror was such that he almost fainted as she moved towards
him and deliberately took a firm hold of his penis. She looked
straight into his eyes as she squeezed the timid flesh, noting him
wince with acute embarrassment as her fingers encircled his penis.

"Is this what you imagined me doing, holding your penis and moving
your foreskin up and down until you cum. Is that it Paul?"

Paul groaned. his humiliation complete as she gently slipped the
rubber bands off his penis, and took a firmer hold of his soft
flesh.

He tired to turn his body away from her, but was unable to move
more than a few inches as she placed her other hand between his
widely spread legs and gently cupped his testicles.

Paul almost stood on tiptoe as she caressed the soft sensitive
skin of his scrotum, jiggling the testes around within the sac as
she looked into his eyes. "Do you feel quite so cocky now.mmm
answer me you naughty little boy." Her hands busied themselves on
his penis and testicles as she waited for his reply.

Paul could hardly speak, his throat felt dry and his lips trembled
as he tried to form the words.

"er.. er. n'no. em" His voice trailed off as she squeezed firmly
before letting go of him.

"You may address me as Miss. I think you have already been far too
familiar in your attitude towards me, don't you think?" Her
deliberate questioning of him was designed to cause the maximum
amount of embarrassment.

Paul groaned as he raised his head and looked at her, his body
almost weary with the humiliation he was feeling. He watched her
look down at his penis, unable to stop himself following her gaze.
To his horror he realised that his penis was now fully erect.

Paul managed to raise his head and look at her. Veronica was stood
with her feet apart. Her hands were clasped behind her back,
accenting the firm pressure of her breasts against the crisp
cotton shirt. He managed to speak, his face turning an even deeper
red as his voice croaked an answer.

"er. no Miss. I am so sorry." He stammered his reply, his body
trembling with emotion as he watched Vicki and the maid walk
around him and stand beside Veronica.

Vicki looked at him, the excitement she felt hidden behind her
firm tone. "I will not prolong this any more than I have to Paul."
She looked across at her friend Veronica and then back to the
helpless naked body of her brother.

"I have decided that you will never ever play with yourself again.
I would hate to think you were touching yourself or having filthy
thoughts about my best friend." She looked towards Veronica, their
eyes meeting for the briefest of moments and yet in that time
conveying a sense of victory to each other. Vicki turned back to
Paul and continued.

"I realise that young boys build up semen in their testicles and
that you are obviously no exception. Just look at the way your
penis is sticking out." Paul blushed and averted his eyes from his
sister's gaze as she deliberately and carefully chose her words to
cause the maximum amount of embarrassment to him.

"I am not prepared to take your word that you will never
masturbate in this house again and so I am going to take you
firmly in hand." Again Vicki chose words that would cause the
maximum amount of embarrassment. "Therefore I have instructed
Nancy to milk you of your semen twice a day. She will, under my,
or occasionally Veronica's supervision, masturbate you once in the
morning and once after school. You will NOT touch yourself ever
again while you are under this roof. Do you understand?"

Paul could hardly believe his ears, he was near to fainting as his
sister spoke to him again. "I have decided that in return for your
humiliating behaviour and embarrassing display in front of me,
that Veronica will watch while Nancy extracts your semen from you
now. I hope this will teach you a lesson. I want your word that
you will never touch or play with your own penis again while you
are living here. Come along answer me. I still have the ruler if
you would like Veronica to see you get another smack bottom."

Paul groaned, desperately trying to take charge of his emotions.
His trembling lips whispering, "I promise" as his face blushed to
an almost purple hue. His body was shaking and trembling as he
watched Vicki reach into her pockets and pull out a pair of
surgical gloves. His whole body shook and trembled as he watched
her draw them on to her dainty hands, snapping the soft rubber
against her wrists and smoothing the thin rubber over her fingers.
She reached into the metal tray that the maid was holding and took
a tube of lubricant, which she daintily spread onto the fingers of
her right hand.

"Now I understand that the prostrate gland is very sensitive to
stimulus, so while Nancy is manipulating your penis, I shall
insert my finger into your bottom."

Paul gasped as he heard her words, his whole body was in shock as
Veronica took the tray from the maid and led her to stand in front
of him. Vicki looked at Nancy and spoke sternly. "We will have no
false modesty. so come along girl take hold of him and get to
work, Veronica will catch his semen in the dish."

Vicki watched as Nancy almost timidly took hold of the boy's
penis. Her fingers wrapping delicately around the erect flesh as
she raised her other hand. and looking to Vicki for confirmation,
gently cupped her hand under his testicles. Vicki quickly walked
around the naked boy and quickly delivered three stinging smacks
to his bottom. The flesh jiggling under the force of her hand and
his buttocks immediately showed the imprint of her rubber glove.

"Realx your buttocks. I won't tell you again." Vicki slipped her
hand between his bottom cheeks and quickly located the sphincter.
She teased the tight orifice, feeling him squirm as she slipped
her forefinger up into him. She could feel the muscle close around
her finger as she gently probed with her fingertip, finding his
prostate almost immediately.

Veronica looked at Nancy, noting how the girl seemed to have lost
her inhibitions as she worked the foreskin up and down the shaft
of the young boy's penis. "Now Nancy tell me when he is about to
come, I don't want to sully Vicki's bedroom by having semen over
the floor."

Nancy spoke, as her hands increased their tempo upon the boy's
timid flesh. "I'll know when he is going to come Miss." Her
fingers now expertly coaxing the erect member to a greater
stiffness than Paul had ever known before.

He could not contain his emotions, he gasped and groaned as the
fingers of the maid and that of his sister seemed to inflame his
whole body. He grunted as Vicki smoothed her finger over the
sensitive prostate gland, pushing her entire finger up into his
bottom.

"Arrggggghhhhh. arrrrrggghhh." Paul groaned as he felt his
impending climax, his whole nervous system aflame with humiliation
and sexual sensation. He could not help the involuntary jerking of
his hips as he ejaculated. "arrggggggghhhhhh. oooooooohhhhhhhhh."
He grunted and groaned as Nancy aimed his penis at the waiting
dish. Veronica held the dish with one hand as she reached forward
and pinched the boy's nipple, just as he ejaculated.

He moaned and groaned, almost in a dead faint, as Nancy milked
every drop of semen, her fingers expertly drawing up the rigid
shaft of his penis, coaxing the last globs of semen from deep
within him.

He was hardly aware of what was happening as the girls untied him
and led him to a straight-backed chair. His whole body felt
drained, his humiliation so acute that his body trembled from head
to foot as he sat there, his hands in his lap as he covered his
genitals.

It was some time later that Vickie spoke to him. "Stand up and put
you hands on your head. I am going to inform you of what lies in
store for you from now on."

Almost wearily he stood up, looking pleadingly at the three girls
as he raised his hands and placed them on top of his head.

"Tomorrow at seven thirty prompt . and each subsequent morning,
you will, stand naked by your bed. Veronica or myself will
supervise Nancy in extracting your semen from you.

For your information we will use various methods, one of which I
have read about, will entail you kneeling on your bed, while
either Veronica or myself insert a finger into your bottom and
manipulate your prostate gland. Nancy of course will masturbate
you so that your semen is caught in a dish placed below you. If
you object or refuse to obey any of my, or Veronica's instructions
you will be thrashed and of course I will tell my parents what you
were doing earlier this evening.

"There is one other thing. as I, or perhaps Veronica will have to
insert a finger up into your bottom, I have instructed Nancy on
how to prepare and deliver an enema. As Nancy may be alone with
you while she is doing this, I have instructed her to smack your
bottom should you not obey her instantly. Do you understand?"

Vicki placed her hand between his legs and held his testicles
firmly. "Come along answer me Yes or no, I don't want to hear any
other word from you." Paul looked at his sister shamefacedly, he
could barely stammer the word "Yes" as his sister took hold of his
penis with her other hand. Her delicate fingers squeezing hard
against the soft flesh.

"Right you may go to your room and shower. Then I want you to lay
face down on your bed. Veronica will be through later to smack
your naughty bottom."
Paul looked aghast as his sister informed him of her plans. Paul
opened his mouth to protest, but was stopped by the sharp squeeze
of his sister fingers upon his genitals.

"Off you go and think yourself lucky that you are not facing our
parents right now and explaining you actions to them."

Vicki let go of him and placing her hand on his hip turned him
towards the door. She could not resist slapping his naked bottom
as he stumbled forward, almost blinded by his embarrassment.








2


Vickie smiled at her recollections as she moved down the ships
small medical ward. The beds were unoccupied apart from one, where
Gillian, still naked, was laid face down, her bottom raised up by
two pillows beneath her hips.

As Vicki approached the bed she laid her hand gently on the girl's
bottom, noting that the livid red marks of the strap had faded
somewhat.

"You poor baby, feeling any better now?" Vicki deliberately
slipped her fingers between the cheeks of the girl's upturned
bottom, gently probing until she was able to slide a delicate
finger beneath the plump folds of the labia. The girl shivered as
Vicki slipped her finger into her, probing gently inside the moist
orifice.
"There you lie still, and I will have one of the nurses come and
gently bathe that sore bottom of yours."
Gillian, although thoroughly embarrassed could not contain the
excitement that swept through her at the touch of the pretty young
doctor's hand. The young nurses had already brought her to orgasm
twice, once during admission, making her stand with her legs
apart, while she was being examined prior to her seeing the
doctor. and then a second time as they applied a soothing cream to
her bottom.
Vicki swirled her finger twice inside the girl and then gently
withdrew her hand. She smiled to herself as she watched the girl
press her pubis against the pillows. Vicki was well aware that the
girl would be brought to orgasm once more by the time her nurses
had finished their ministrations to the girl's bottom.
Vicki had felt tingles of excitement run through her body ever
since Veronica had told her to expect a new cabin boy in for a
medical inspection. Although she had not analyzed her thoughts,
she knew deep down that she was really hoping that he would be
like Paul.
She patted Gillian's thigh and moved on down the ward. She had
dressed carefully, choosing a silk blouse that showed every
contour of her firm breasts. She had spent a good deal of time in
front of the mirror, bending this way and that, noting the effect
of her naked breasts beneath the silk of her blouse, finally
deciding to leave a further button undone. She wore a navy skirt,
dark sheer hold-up stockings and high-heeled Gucci shoes.
She had put on a white lab coat over her blouse leaving it
unbuttoned. She took her stethoscope from her pocket and placed it
around her neck as she walked into the examination room.

Vickie could hardly contain her excitement as she saw the young
boy sitting in the middle of the room. Perfect she thought as she
walked towards him, noting that her nurses had quickly taken their
cue and moved to each side of his chair,
A further thrill of excitement coursed through her body as the
nurses, taking the boy by each arm, bade him stand up. Vickie
examined the lean figure standing before her. Perfect. absolutely
perfect she thought as she watched him suddenly blush as he looked
at her.  You will be blushing a lot more that that my dear boy by
the time I have finished with you, she thought as she stood in
front of him.
One of the nurses stood behind him and quickly untied the green
hospital gown. She could feel the boy tremble as she let the gown
slide down his arms and chest, leaving him totally naked as it
dropped to the floor.
Peter immediately clasped his hands against his groin, covering
his penis and testicles as the gown was removed. "Stand up
straight for the Doctor, there's a good boy." The nurse's voice
was soothing almost a whisper in his ear as he stood there
trembling.
He had never felt so embarrassed as the doctor moved towards him.
He could not bring himself to look at her as she stood close to
him and put her hands on either side of his neck.
"So you are Peter are you" She spoke softly to him as she smoothed
her soft fingers around his neck, ostensibly feeling his glands,
but really examining his face.
He is perfect, she thought as her hands moved down over his
shoulders, feeling the smoothness of his body and noting the firm
muscle tone. She could feel him tremble as she slipped her hands
between his arms and his body, resting her hands gently on his
waist. The nurses did not need to be told what to do. Standing on
either side of him they gently took his arms and pulled them away
from his groin.
"Just stand with your arms by your sides there's a good boy and
let the doctor have a look at you." The nurse knew just how play
on the young boy's feeling of humiliation as she held his arm to
the side.
Vickie lifted her stethoscope and listened to the boy's hear. The
familiar sounds of a healthy heart, racing with nervousness and
embarrassment were like music to her ears.
"Turn around for me Peter, there's a good boy.. You are going to
be a good boy aren't you." Vickie watched him blush as she spoke
the words. She was absolutely delighted with his acquiescence as
he shamefacedly turned around. He clasped his hand to his groin
once more as he turned his back to the doctor, well aware of the
interested gaze of the pretty nurses.
The nurses quickly pulled his hands away from his groin and placed
them at his sides. "Now just be a good boy and let the doctor have
a good look at you." Once again the nurse's word were designed to
further embarrass the boy.
Vickie was able to smile at the nurse without the boy seeing her.
A look of conspiracy passed between the two girls before Vicki
looked down at the boy's naked buttocks.
Perfect, she thought. Another thrill ran through her body as she
placed the stethoscope to his back, moving the cold metal over the
boy's naked flesh. Now for a good look at his penis and testicles,
she thought as a small tremor ran through her body. She could not
help smoothing her hand down his back and over the hillocks of his
buttocks before she bade him turn around.
Peter turned around and stood facing the doctor. He groaned
inwardly as she gently placed her hands on his waist. He could not
help blushing profusely as the two nurses took his arms and raised
them, placing his arms on his head. He looked helplessly at the
young woman in front of him as he looked at his naked body.
"Legs apart for the doctor now, there's a good boy." Richard
trembled even more as the nurses placed their hands on the inside
of his thighs and made him shuffle his legs until they were
widespread.

"There's a good boy, spread wide so we can have a good look at
you." Vickie spoke softly to him as she stepped forward, hiding
her excitement as she gently lifted his testicles. Her delicate
touch caused the boy to tremble as she held the soft sac of the
scrotum in her hand.
"There just relax and give me a nice big cough now, there's a good
boy." Peter quaked as she gently lifted his testicles and at the
same time placed the flat of her hand against his tummy. She could
feel him tremble as she drew his testicles forward. "Now Peter,
one more nice big cough and then we're through." Vickie could see
that the boy was consumed with embarrassment. His face had seemed
to brighten when se had said that she would be through.
Little did he know thought Vickie that he would be subjected to
more humiliation and domination than he had ever thought possible.
"There that wasn't so bad now was it." She let go of his testicles
as he coughed once more. She was most careful to avoid touching
his penis as she took her hand away from his tummy.
"Now Peter, I am going to examine you very thoroughly. I have to
do this as we are away at sea for long periods of time. It would
be dreadful if you were taken ill and I was not able to deal with
it. So for that reason, I make sure that everyone on board is
thoroughly checked on a regular basis."
She watched his face as he blushed with embarrassment. She could
tell that he had been acutely humiliated by his experiences so far
and that her words had added to his embarrassment.
"Now I want you to start running on the spot. can you do that for
me. mmm, can you Peter?"  Her eyes twinkled as she spoke to him.
Peter was utterly humiliated by the thought of what she had asked
him to do. He was completely out of his depth. Her beauty and
assertive manner played havoc with his senses, making his reply
almost inaudible.
The doctor moved back and watched him as he began to timidly move
his feet up and down. Peter was immediately aware that his penis
was slapping against his thigh as he moved. He blushed a deep red
as the doctor watched his clumsy efforts.
"Come along Peter, I want you really quite out of breath by the
time you have finished. Get those knees up and go faster, it will
take you all day at that rate."
Peter blushed once more. He could feel the heat in his cheeks as
he began to move faster, raising his knees. He was horrified to
feel his penis beginning to engorge as it slapped from side to
side against his thighs.
"Come along, get your knees up higher, there's a good boy." Vickie
spoke firmly to him, watching his face blush with embarrassment,
rather than physical effort. She watched as his penis began to
fill, the soft flesh slapping and jiggling against his body as he
increased his efforts.
Peter's mind was in turmoil. His penis had begun to slap upwards
against his stomach as he raised his knees higher. His breath came
in gasps as he began to tire. He was dismayed to see that the two
nurses had moved forward to stand with the doctor and now all
three girls were watching him as he self consciously continued his
running on the spot.
Vickie looked down at his groin, aware that the boy's penis was
almost fully erected. She raised her hand and bade him to stop.
"O.K. Peter, I think that will do. She moved forward as he stood
looking hopelessly embarrassed. A thrill ran through her body as
she placed the stethoscope in her ears and moved to stand close to
him. She could feel his hot breath against her cheek as she placed
the stethoscope on his chest.
"Now breathe deeply and let me listen to your chest." Her words
were softly spoken as she deliberately placed her hand on his hip,
keeping the boy close to her as she moved the stethoscope over his
chest and listened to his lungs.
"Turn around, there's a good boy." Vickie could feel his erect
penis brush against her hip as she let the stethoscope drop and
placed her other hand on his hop, turning him away from her. She
moved even closer, letting her breasts brush against his back,
before placing the stethoscope against his back.
"Nice deep breaths now, there's a good boy."
Peter was beside him self with abject humiliation. His body had
began to tremble as he felt the doctor casually place a cool hand
against his waist. He was acutley aware that he was completely at
her mercy.
"That seems fine." She said brightly as she once more placed both
hands on his hips and turned him to face her.
"We are nearly done and so far you have been a very good boy." She
looked into his eyes, causing him to blush once more as she spoke
to him.
"You are a well-behaved young boy, aren't you Peter." Her words
caused a further blush as she placed her hand on his cheek. "You
seem a little hot. Is it too warm in here for you. You don't think
you have a temperature do you?"
Every word she spoke seemed to heighten the boy's complete
embarrassment. His face was bright red and he could feel his
cheeks burning. He could not help looking at her, noting her
breasts pressed against the silk of her blouse and the swelling of
the firm flesh of her breasts as the material parted, showing a
deep cleavage.
"Right Peter we are nearly done and you seem fine." She watched
the relief on his face as she said those words. She waited before
speaking again, admiring his lithe body as he trembled before her.
"Now, the nurses are going to put you on the examination table and
I am going to have a look in your ears and check your eyes. After
that I will check your tummy and then apart from taking your
samples we are all done. How does that sound, not too bad is it? A
big boy like you should be able to manage that."
Peter felt his bottom lip tremble as he looked at her. Her words
and manner had reduced his stature to that of a child. He could
hardly see through his haze of embarrassment as the nurses gently
took his hands and led him to the table.

He could hardly cope with putting one foot in front of the other
as they stood him against the table. He was miserably aware that
his penis was still erect as he stood with his tummy pressed
against the cold chromium sides of the table. The strong overhead
lights were suddenly switched on and illuminated the table
brightly.
He looked at the stirrups at the far end of the table and at the
tray of stainless steel instruments on the trolley placed to the
side.
The nurses helped him up onto the crisp sheet, which covered the
surface of the table. He trembled as they laid him down flat,
horribly aware of his penis, which although not quite erect, still
stood out from his body, pointing towards his tummy.

The nurse spoke gently to him as she took his arm. "I am just
going to take your blood pressure and then doctor wants a small
sample of blood from you. The nurse busied herself with taking his
blood pressure. While the tourniquet was inflated he felt a small
prick in his vein. He winced slightly as she drew a vial of blood.
She continued with pressure reading and placed a small plaster on
his arm.

"There now, that wasn't so bad was it?"
The nurse leaned over him pressing her hand onto his chest.
"Doctor is just going to look in your eyes and ears, so just lie
still for her, there's a good boy."
The nurse's pretty face was almost touching his as she leaned over
him. Peter blushed at the close proximity of the pretty girl,
unable to stop himself from blushing once more. He lay back and
looked at the strong overhead lights, which illuminated the table.
He felt gentle hands against his face as the doctor turned his
head to the side and placed a device to his ear. Her soft breasts
pressed against his arm as she leaned over him.
Her perfume invaded his senses as she moved his head to and fro.
Her long delicate fingers were soft against his cheek as she
placed the instrument down on the trolley and took a small torch,
which she shone into his eyes. Her close proximity and the
softness of her breasts, as she leaned over him, caused his penis
to begin to engorge once more. His bottom lip trembled as she
stood back and looked at him.
"There now, I am just going to palpitate your tummy and then we
are nearly finished, O.K?" She smiled down at him, thrilled with
what she saw. His penis was almost erect and stood out from his
slim body. His skin shone with perspiration as he lay under the
strong lights. She noticed that his legs were pressed tightly
together, hiding his testicles although unable to do nothing about
his penis which was almost erect.
He blushed as she deliberately placed her hand against his tummy.
The nurses had moved to his side and had taken hold of his wrists
pulling his arms slightly away from his body. She looked at his
face noting the look of utter dismay as she began to feel his
tummy.
Her soft hands moved over him, pressing and kneading the flesh.
She knew full well that her soft touch was playing havoc with his
senses. She moved her hands down his body, her fingertips teasing
the pubic hair as she continued her examination.
She looked at his face, to see that his lips were trembling and
that his eyes were now tightly shut. She smiled at the nurses as
they followed her gaze.
"Right that seems fine, I will let the nurses get you ready for
your samples and then you are finished, how's that?"
Peter was in turmoil. He was aware that his penis stood up, no
longer touching his body. He opened his eyes, confused at her
words. As yet he was not alarmed, like most people he knew little
of medicine and had had only two previous examinations in his
life. Both of these and been somewhat cursory affairs.
He watched as the doctor moved away from the table and the nurses
placed ther hands under his shoulders.
One of the nurses spoke softly to his as she helped him to sit up.
There now nearly finished.. just scoot down the bed a little will
you so that you can sit up with your legs hanging over the end.
There's a good boy."
Peter brightened visibly at the thought that his examination would
soon be finished. He quickly sat up and shuffled to the end of the
examination couch. He sat upright with his hands over his groin
trying hard to hide his erect penis. Although nervous and
embarrassed, he did not seem unduly alarmed until the second nurse
pulled the stirrups round and stood in front of him.
His expression turned from mild curiosity to abject dismay as she
calmly placed her hands on his knees. "Right young man just lay
back as you are."
Peter did not know what to think as he laid down, acutely aware
that although his hands were covering his penis, the nurse could
see between his legs. He blushed as the second nurse took his
wrists and placed his arms so that they were stretched out behind
his head. Before he could protest the other nurse had taken his
leg and placed it in the stirrup high above the end of the table.
He shivered with dread as she placed his other leg in the opposite
stirrup and then moved the posts forward so that his knees were
bent towards his chest.
"There just relax and I'll get doctor to just come and take a
sample." Peter blushed profusely, acutely aware that he was rudely
on display. He could feel his testicles hanging down between his
legs and was embarrassingly aware that his bottom cheeks were
stretched wide and exposed. He looked down his body acutely aware
that his penis was standing out between his legs.
It had happened so quickly that he had hardly been given time to
protest. His voice was cracked and dry as he spoke to the nurse.
"Er..er.. what sample Miss? I gave a urine sample earlier." His
voice stammered and he was trembling with embarrassment as the
nurse fastened his ankles into the stirrup.
"The doctor will tell you, don't worry Peter, she is not going to
hurt you." Peter looked at the nurse in anguish as she finished
fastening his ankles within the stirrups. He shivered as she
placed her hand gently against his tummy. The softness of her hand
so casually placed, accenting his utter helplessness and complete
inability to preserve any modesty.
His lip trembled as the doctor walked around the table and stood
between his widely parted thighs. He looked at her in horror as
she pulled a rubber glove on to one hand and casually applied
lubricant from a tube onto one finger of her gloved hand.
At the same time the nurse walked around to the head of the table
and leaned her body over, pressing her soft breasts against his
upturned hands and holding his elbows firmly.
The nurse whispered to him as she pressed her body down, holding
his arms firmly in place. "Just relax, it will all be over soon,
there's a good little boy."
Peter began to tremble as the doctor placed her bare hand casually
on the inside of his thigh. The second nurse bent forward under
the stirrup holding his right leg and gently placed her hands on
each bottom cheek. Without warning, she stretched the soft flesh
of his bottom cheeks apart, completely exposing the rosebud of his
sphincter.
Peter was in anguish as the doctor pressed her finger against the
tender flesh of his sphincter. "I am just going to extract a
sample of semen from you so just be a good boy and try and keep
still." Her finger moved sensuously between the cheeks of his
bottom as she spoke. "There, there. you relax now, don't fight
it."
Her words designed to cause him the maximum of embarrassment as
she pushed her finger against the tightly closed muscles of his
sphincter.
Peter began to tremble and shake as the doctor teased the virginal
opening of his bottom, her finger sending waves of sensation
through the young boys body as she teased open the sphincter. She
slid her finger in easily and quickly rotated it until she found
the plump flesh of the prostate gland. She began to slowly rub the
tip of her finger over the soft tissue as she cupped her hand
under his testicles and held them gently.
Vickie was acutely aware that the boy was already so aroused that
it would not be long before he ejaculated. As if on cue the nurse
let go of the cheeks of his bottom and took a small stainless
steel container. She moved to the side of the bed and almost
nonchalantly took hold of his penis. She pulled the foreskin back
until the skin was tightly stretched and them moved her hand up in
a milking motion.
The doctor looked at the body of the trembling boy as he lay
before her. She spoke softly, her words designed to arouse his
senses. "There, just relax now, it will all be over soon. Don't
fight it."
Peter lost all control. The soft hands of the doctor and nurse had
aroused him to such a pitch that he began to ejaculate. His head
thrashed from left to right as they manipulated him to fever
pitch.
"There's a good boy. let's have it all from you. Just let it all
come. My you are a good boy."
Her words were soft and soothing as she pressed hard against his
prostate before quickly stabbing her finger three times in rapid
succession against the plump internal gland, causing his hips to
jerk upwards and his bottom to almost lift off the examination
table. Her other hand squeezed his testicles, pulling them upward
as her fingers encased the scrotum.
At that same moment Mari looked at Sarah and nodded. Sarah
immediately released her grip on the boy's elbows and moved around
the table, taking the nubs of flesh of his nipples between her
finger and thumb. She watched for the exact moment of ejaculation
and then squeezed his nipples hard. She leaned forward, her face
just inches from his and whispered.
"There my brave boy, just relax now."
The nurse watched as the boy's semen shot into the container. She
rapidly milked him, squeezing her fingers hard against the rigid
shaft of his penis as she stroked upward, bringing the last
globules of semen to the surface.
She placed the container on the trolley and took a tissue. She
felt the boy jerk his hips with sensation as she carefully wiped
the tip of his penis.

Peter was in turmoil, his breath sounding ragged and labored as he
fought the sensations he felt within his body. They had in a few
short minutes reduced him to a quivering, highly-strung nervous
wreck. He could not control the shaking of his limbs or the
quivering of his lips. Tears of emotion coursed down his reddened
cheeks as he lay there utterly at their mercy.
Every nerve of his body had been stretched to breaking point. He
was acutely aware of every touch as the doctor gently withdrew her
finger from his bottom. He felt the gentle hands of Mari stroking
his tummy as Sarah leaned over placed a kiss on his trembling
lips.
He felt his penis being lifted gently from his tummy and looked
down to see the doctor delicately pull his foreskin down the shaft
of his penis and examine the sensitive glans.
"There Peter, you have been a good boy." She laid his penis back
against his tummy and walked around the table.
"I am sorry if you were embarrassed Peter, but I do need to see
that you are healthy. The nurses will unfasten you and the I am
going to let you rest for a while." She reached down and carefully
lifted his testicles in her hand. Peter blushed with embarrassment
as she looked into his eyes. "Your testicles are still very full,
so we will need to empty them again before I can check you
properly. When you are rested the nurses will take you next door
into the lab and the lab nurse will take another sample."
Peter blushed profusely, as she rolled his testes within her
fingers, her delicate touch causing Peter to groan with
embarrassment and humiliation. She let go of him and patted him
gently on his cheek, her hand brushed against his trembling lips
before she moved away from the examination table.
He watched as the nurses unfastened his legs and helped him to
move along the table until he was laid flat, with his arms by his
side. Sarah placed a towel over his waist and the bent over him,
her firm breasts pressed against his chest.
Don't worry Peter it will be all over soon and then you can go and
get fitted for your nice new uniform. She patted his cheek and
both nurses moved away, leaving him to gaze up at the strong
lights above him.
He was hardly able to form coherent thoughts, his embarrassment
was such that he felt he was in a stupor. He closed his eyes - and
with the combination of the fatigue induced by his long walk that
morning and his prolonged humiliation at the hands of the medical
unit, he fell asleep.

It was over thirty minutes later that he felt the nurse's hand
gently press against his shoulder and wake him. "Right up you get
and I will take you through to the lab. Look Mari has brought you
a drink. So sit up and have your drink."
Mari handed the drink to him as he sat with his legs over the side
of the table. He had been careful to keep the towel over his
groin, but still could not help blushing as he looked at the two
nurses.



The nurses walked either side of the naked boy. Sarah had removed
his towel and had held his arms as she helped him from the table.
She could feel his body trembling as they both led him through to
the laboratory. Although the nurses held his arms, Peter had
clasped his hands in front of his penis and testicles.
As they entered, Peter blushed once more as a pretty young girl
greeted them. She looked so young and Peter could not believe that
she could be any older than himself. Her slim body was dressed in
a thin cotton lab coat. The hem of which came only to mid-thigh,
showing her tanned legs. She looked up at him and smiled her neat
face and thin-framed glasses giving her a studious air as she
looked into his eyes.
The neck of her tunic was cut low and peter could see her small
firm breasts as the material sagged open. Over her right pocket
was a badge, which simply said 'Simone Barr'
The room was small, with cases of instruments and jars neatly
placed on chrome and glass shelves which covered three of the
walls. In the centre of the room was a low medical couch, which
was covered, in a white sheet.
A tray of instruments had been placed on the chromium plated metal
desk, which stood to the side of the examination couch. He watched
the pretty girl as she stepped in front of him.
She spoke, her voice soft and with a faint trace of merriment. "Ah
you are the lamb for the slaughter then?" She smiled at him.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I am just going to take a little
sample from you, come over here and stand in front of me." She
went to a straight-backed chair and sat down, looking at him as
the nurses led him over to stand in front of her.
She sat primly with her bare knees pressed together. She looked up
at him and smiled. "Well Peter, I can hardly have a look at what I
need to see if you have your hands covering yourself." The nurses
standing at each side of him took his wrist and raised his arms,
placing his hands firmly on top of his head. Peter blushed
profusely as the nurses uncovered him. He could not believe that a
girl, almost the same age as himself could be doing such a thing.
"Now, stand with your legs wide apart for me, there's a good boy.
I want to feel between your legs, so get them nice and wide."
Peter blushed, utterly abashed at the young girl.
He flinched as she raised her hands and firmly took hold of his
testicles. Her hands were cool and soft, sending shivers down his
spine as she fondled his testicles in a familiar fashion. "You are
not going to be shy with me are you?" She said as she took his
penis and delicately held it between finger and thumb, pulling the
foreskin back along the shaft."
Peter blushed once more, unable to cope with the emotion of his
acute humiliation at the hands of the young girl. He jerked his
hips as she let his penis go and once more hefted his testicles in
her hand, jiggling the soft balls within the sac.
"I think I can empty you sufficiently in one go, but I will need
your full cooperation, Peter." He blushed as she looked up at him.
He could see her breasts as the vee of her tunic moved away from
her body as she moved. He could not help looking down at her hands
as she held his testicles, pulling the scrotum forward as she
examined them.
He blushed profusely as she gave his testicles a squeeze before
letting them go. She stood up, her breasts brushing against him
and moved over to the other side of the examination table. "Right
Peter, I want you on the table on your hands and knees. Facing
that way." She pointed to the opposite end of the table, so that
he would be facing away from her desk." He blushed and stumbled
over to the table, almost resignedly letting the nurses position
him. His face was bright red and his body was trembling as they
finally got him into position. He could not cope with the
embarrassment. His body trembled and he could feel the tears well
up in his eyes as knelt upon the table. They had spread his legs
wide apart so that his knees were almost at each side of the broad
table. He had been made to go down on his elbows and a firm padded
support had been placed under his chest to lessen the weight on
his arms.
Almost immediately Simone had moved behind him and without
preamble, had started to smear lubricant around the entrance to
his anus. He felt one of the nurses gently stroke his back, her
fingers softly following his spine and then the soft palm of her
hand stroke tantalizingly over the soft skin of his upturned
buttocks.
Peter grunted as suddenly the young laboratory nurse pushed her
finger against his sphincter. He could not help trying to clench
his buttocks as she pressed firmly against the tightly closed
opening. Peter trembled as he tried to evade her finger. He jolted
in surprise and humiliation as the young girl smacked him firmly
on his upturned bottom. "Now Peter, I want you to cooperate fully.
If you don't I will insert a catheter into your penis. So just be
a good boy now, will you."
Sarah looked at him as the nurse smacked him, she felt a thrill
rum through her body as the boy turned bright red and began to
tremble visibly. She sat down on the end of the couch in front of
his head. She took his head gently in her hands and shuffled her
bottom towards him and lifted his head. She pulled up the hem of
her white tunic so that she could lay his head to the side as it
rested against her bare thighs.

She began to stroke his cheeks, brushing away the tears of
humiliation. She caressed his shoulders, her soft hands stroking
him as one would a wounded animal. There, just relax your bottom
and it will all be over before you know it. She held his head
tightly as she saw Simone nod to her, feeling the boy grunt as
suddenly Simone's finger slipped up into his bottom.
"Now just relax Peter, there's a good boy. Simone spoke firmly to
him as she rotated her finger applying lubricant inside the tight
orifice of his bottom. Peter began to tremble violently as Mari
reached beneath him and took hold of his testicles. She placed a
metal dish beneath him and then grasped his penis firmly. Now just
relax your bottom a little more for Simone so that she can get at
you properly. Mari began to manipulate his penis, pulling the
foreskin down over the glans and then quickly pushing it back up
until the skin was stretched tight. She felt the boy begin to
tremble violently as Simone pushed firmly before with drawing her
finger from his bottom,
She picked up an object from the tray on her desk. It was a black
shiny rubber cylinder, about two and a half inches long with a
bulbous end. The body of the Anuco device tapered to a small waist
of about a quarter of an inch diameter and then flared to a
flange. The front of the device was rounded and at the back of the
object there were two plastic tubes, one which was attached to a
small compressor. The second tube was attached to a small rubber
bulb, which when squeezed, would inflate the bulbous tip. The
middle of the tubular device was made of a soft concertina rubber.
Simone was well used to using the insert. She had used it in the
bottoms of several of the girls on board ship as well as the
previous cabin boy. She pressed her foot down on the start button,
which was on attached to the top of the compressor. She waited
until the hiss of compressed air quieted to tell her that the
cylinder was full. She moved the valve on the back of the device
and watched as the bulb of black rubber moved slowly backwards and
forwards, extending the device to six inches in length. She
squeezed the bulbous tip until it was deflated and then turned off
the valve and looked at the two nurses. Both Sarah and Mari nodded
to her as she placed the Anuco in between the bottom cheeks of the
trembling boy.
Mari, let go of the boy's now erect penis and leaned over him. She
placed her hands gently against his bottom cheeks and stretched
the buttocks apart. She felt him tremble beneath her as Simone
touched the entrance to his anus with the tip of the Anuco.
Sarah held his shoulders and whispered softly to him. "Now just
try and relax your bottom. let the muscles go slack and this won't
hurt a bit." Peter trembled at her words and at the increasing
pressure of the device pressed against his bottom.
Simone squeezed more lubricant on to the end of her finger and
smeared the entrance to his bottom, pushing her finger hard
against the sphincter. She watched as the device pressed open the
muscle, stretching the skin over the rounded tip. She pushed
harder and observed the muscles of the boy's sphincter contract
over the slim taper. She smiled as she heard him grunt with the
rude intrusion to his bottom. The device was now firmly fixed, the
sphincter compressed against the narrowest part of the tube.
Peter felt his bottom being penetrated, his anguish swelled by the
sharp words of the laboratory nurse as she addressed him.  "There
that didn't hurt a bit did it. I am going to make you ejaculate
now, I want you to try and relax and let it happen. If you do as
you are told I will only have to do this once. Are you going to be
a good boy?" Peter could hardy bring himself to answer. He managed
to stammer as Sarah gently stroked his head, her fingertips gently
teasing the hair on the back of his neck.
"er. er.. yes.. er Miss." His voice was cracked and his lips
trembled as he spoke.
As if on cue, several things happened at once. Mari placed her
hands beneath the boy and began to gently stroke his tummy, her
hands moving over his skin sensuously. She stroked gently, her
long fingers moving through his pubic hair, over his tummy and
upward to caress his nipples. Sarah held his shoulders firmly with
one hand while caressing the back of his neck with the other. She
watched as Simone squeezed the rubber bulb of the Anuco insert.
She could feel the boy try and rear up as the bulbous tip of the
insert was inflated inside him. She felt his body tremble from
head to foot as Simone casually squeezed once more knowing full
well how large the bulbous tip inside him would be inflated. She
nonchalantly stroked her hand over his buttocks before sitting
down at the end of the examination table.
She gently took hold of his testicles in one hand, and then
wrapped the fingers of her other hand around the erect shaft of
his penis. "Right Peter, we are all ready, try and be a good boy
and let yourself relax. You will feel some movement in your
bottom, it is merely to help you ejaculate fully. Are you ready?"
Simone knew that her words were causing the boy to blush
profusely, she could feel his penis throb between her fingers as
she stretched the foreskin upward, her hand eventually pressing
against his pubic hair as she exposed the glans fully.
The expert manipulation of his penis by the laboratory nurse and
the skilful hands of Mari and Sarah stroking his body, had his
nerves on a knife edge. He groaned as Simone used her hands,
expertly ensuring that she produced the maximum amount of sexual
sensation within his body as he knelt with his legs widely spread.
He was almost beside himself, his mouth open wide and gasping for
breath as the girls played with his deepest emotions. Simone felt
the first quickening throb from his penis as she began to move her
hand more rapidly. She immediately squeezed his testicles and
tapped her foot on the button of the compressor. Mari saw Simone
press the switch and quickly drew her hands from underneath the
trembling boy, pressing hard against the small of his back. She
felt him try and rear up as the insert expanded inside him,
pushing the inflated bulbous tip up into his anus.
"arrgggghhhhhhhhh ooooooohjhhhhhHHH "  He bucked and writhed
unable to escape the myriad of sensations he felt throughout his
body. The Anuco insert moved methodically back and forth inside
him as Simone expertly manipulated his penis.

"Arrrggggghhhhhhh.. Arrrggghhhhhh. arrrggghh" He screamed and
gasped for breath as Simone manipulated him to the point of
ejaculation. Quickly she motioned to Mari as the boy began to
ejaculate into the stainless steel tray placed beneath him. Mari
raised her hand and quickly delivered three stinging slaps to his
buttocks. Although the boy was frantic with sensation, Simone's
voice was cool and calm as she spoke to him. "There's a good boy,
let it all come out. my you are a good boy." Her softly modulated
voice and her words of praise causing him even greater sensation.
Simone watched as squirt after squirt of semen was ejaculated into
the waiting dish. "Arrrgggggggghhhhhhh. pleeeeeeaaasseee.
mmmm.iiisss. mm miss." Peter cried, his whole being racked by the
agony of the ecstasy.

He was shaking from head to foot as Simone casually squeezed his
testicles, before taking her hand away and squeezing the rubber
bulb. She watched unmoved as the boy's head reared up from Sarah's
lap and he screamed.  "Arrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh.arrrrrrggggggghhhhh."
His body trembling and shaking violently as the inflated insert
methodically moved backwards and forwards inside him.
His hips shuddered involuntarily as Simone extracted the last
vestiges of his semen. She tapped her foot against the compressor
switch and turned the valve on the bulb, releasing the air from
inside the inflated rubber head of the insert.
"There, there you are a good boy, I am just going to squeeze you
and then we are all done." Mari and Sarah held his body firmly as
Simone deftly squeezed her finger against the base of the shaft of
his penis and milked him. At the same time she squeezed his
testicles, her delicate fingers encircling the entire scrotum.
Mari took her cue and without preamble pulled the Anuco insert
from the boy's bottom. She knew his sphincter would be stretched
wide over the thicker part of the insert as it was pulled out.
"ArrrrrrggggghhhhhhHHHHH." Peter screamed as he felt the
consecutive pain in his testicles and his bottom, he shuddered as
his penis throbbed with a dry ejaculation.  "There's a good boy.
my you have been a good boy." Simone cooed as she gently released
the pressure on his testicles and lessened her grip upon his
penis. Sarah stroked the boy's face gently, his distraught state
eliciting a pang of sympathy from her as he trembled and gasped
for air.

The girls held him for several moments before turning him over and
laying him gently on his back. Mari wet a cloth with warm water
and began to bathe his penis, carefully avoiding the sensitive
glans. She parted his legs and wiped his bottom as one would a
child. "There you rest now and then you can go and get measured
for your nice new uniform.mmm?
She noted the tears of relief in his eyes as they calmed and
soothed him with their gentle touches and softly spoken words.