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 begun 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 two-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 teatime. 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 also to carefully conceal her newfound 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 who 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 free-standing 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 demeanour 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 brother’s 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 brother’s 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 behaviour 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 taut; 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 reminded 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 mother’s 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. “Relax 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.

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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 analysed 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 she 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.


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