My scream lasted until my voice gave way. The timbre of my own voice
had sounded surreal to my ears, as if I was in an echo chamber. I
cannot think how long it had been since the last stroke; it was a while
before my fevered brain realised that perhaps at last my punishment
might be over. I could just see through my tears a blurred image of
female faces watching me.
I shivered and shook, the pain had not diminished. I had not thought
that any human could endure such pain. The severity of my beating had
shocked me to the core. I shook in fear as I became aware of movement
around me, fearing that my beating was to start again. Instead I felt
gentle hands against my waist and my legs as the straps of my
confinement were removed from my ankles and waist. I breathed deeply,
not able to quell my sobs of pain and self pity as the padded rest was
taken from under me.
I stood shaking as I felt the bar beneath my head and arms begin to
move slowly upwards and gentle hands prompted me to move my shaking
legs forward. I felt a firm grip around each of my ankles as I was
prompted to shuffle my feet apart, until I was standing with my legs
spread wide. The bar continued to rise until I was able to straighten
my back.
I felt a huge tremor of fear as I felt straps being placed around my
ankles to hold my legs in position; I wondered if my new position was
to afford me more punishment. I gasped in anguish and pain not knowing
what was to happen to me, only knowing that my body could not stand any
more hurt.
I started to cry in despair and anguish as I stood spread legged with
my head resting against the soft pad. I must have been near to
fainting; as if in a dream I saw the beautiful face of Debbie Pearson.
I felt her hand gently stroke my cheek, her face full of concern as she
looked at me. My emotions were so stretched that I was overwhelmed by
the gesture, I cried, sobbing mightily. My chest heaved and I gasped
for breath in between the huge sobs that wracked my body.
I stood there for what must have been several minutes, my mind clearing
from the acute pain of the last three strokes of the strap. I was aware
of movement in the room and of someone coming to stand in front of me.
I raised my head sufficiently to see that the lady judge was standing
before me. Suddenly I felt her hands gently hold my head so that I was
looking into her eyes. She spoke softly and tenderly as I sobbed
pitifully.
“Well Stephen, your physical punishment is finished. I know that you
are in pain, but it will ease in time. I am going to inspect your
bottom and check that you have not been marked anywhere else. I am not
going to sign your release until your bottom has been properly treated.
I understand that you live on your own. Do you have anyone that could
care for you when you are released?”
Somehow I managed through my sobs to answer her. “Er… no one… er miss…
er Ma’am.
She looked at me closely; I could see the tenderness and concern on her
face, which only prompted me to cry even more.
“Well in that case I will see what I can do. I will see you again
Stephen, when you are more recovered.” I sobbed as she gently stroked
my cheek before taking her hands away. I stood with my head resting on
the bar again as suddenly I felt soft delicate fingers gently lifting
my testicles and to my horror, the shaft of my penis being gripped
firmly and the foreskin being fully retracted so that the skin was
stretched tight. I felt helpless and humiliated as I tried to look
around behind me, but could only see as far as the interested
expressions on the faces of the young girls and women as they got up
from their seats.
I closed my eyes in shame as I felt my penis and testicles suddenly
being squeezed firmly before being let go. I sobbed at the pain in my
buttocks and the humiliation of my public naked punishment. I felt
dejected and shamefully aware that all the girls in the room had
witnessed my naked bottom being soundly strapped and heard my cowardly
screams and anguished cries for mercy.
I stood sobbing with my head resting on the padding, aware that I had
been surrounded by some of the girls from that had witnessed my
punishment. Two of the younger girls were standing in front of me. I
tried to stifle my sobbing but to no avail as they looked at me, their
pretty faces showing their curiosity at my predicament. One of them put
her hand to my cheek and spoke quietly to me. “My name is Jane and this
is Karen… don’t look away when we are talking to you.” I groaned with
shame… my tears still rolling down my cheeks as I raised my head from
the pad.
“My, you must be in pain… It must be really humiliating for you, having
your bare bottom spanked in front of so many people.” I felt her other
hand gently touch my chest, her flattened palm stroking gently
downwards until her fingertips were just touching the top of where my
pubic hair used to be.
“I bet you feel really ashamed of yourself don’t you? I mean what about
little willy here…” her hand moved downwards over my smoothly shaved
skin. Deliberately she curled her fingers around my penis and pulled it
forwards and upwards.
“Fancy not even being able to have your modesty covered while you were
being spanked!”
I groaned in humiliation as the other girl brushed her fingers
delicately across my chest, teasing my nipples, at the same time
reaching down with her other hand and curling her fingers under my
testicles. I had never felt so vulnerable as her fingers enveloped my
scrotum and she lifted and weighed my testes in her slender fingers.
Her voice was soft but teasing as she spoke to me.
“What a shame it must be for you… and you being such a nice looking
boy. You feel really smooth down here… why don’t we just stiffen you up
a little bit mmm? Make all that hurt go away, shall we?”
I groaned in despair and desperation as Jane took both hands to my
penis and held the tip of the glans between finger and thumb so that
she could slide the foreskin down the shaft. There was a mischievous
look on their pretty faces as I felt their delicate fingers expertly
manipulate my penis and testicles: I tried to look away, but everywhere
I looked there were girls watching me with interested looks on their
faces. I could feel soft hands stroke over my back and upon the inside
of my thighs as other girls began to touch me. Everyone seemed to have
gathered together to watch the two girls stimulate my genitals.
I could feel an answering throb in my penis as my foreskin was expertly
slid up and down the shaft. I could not help shivering as she stretched
the foreskin skin tightly each time she retracted the covering of the
glans. Her skilful fingers gave me no respite as she looked at me, her
pretty face smiling knowingly as my penis became engorged in her hand.
“My… he is a cheeky little fellow isn’t he… and he’s growing nicely.
Does that feel nice mmm?” Her fingers moved faster as my penis began to
stiffen rapidly. I felt my cheeks suffuse in a deep blush as suddenly
she took her hands from my engorged flesh and began to tap her hands
upwards against the shaft. I groaned with embarrassment as I felt it
bob up and down. I could not look down but I was well aware that my
penis was now fully erect and throbbing visibly. The pain from my
buttocks seemed to enjoin with the acute sexual sensation in my penis,
reluctantly making me as hard as I had ever been. I felt Karen reach
her other hand between my legs and gently scrape her fingernails along
the underside of the perineum; the combined sensations of their fingers
eliciting even greater sexual sensation.
Jane looked at me as she slipped her fingers back around the shaft of
my penis. “Well sweetheart… you are a big boy now, even if you don’t
have any hair. We are going to let you go, so that the other girls can
have a look at this nice long fat willy of yours!” She gripped the
flesh of my penis hard, at the same time as Karen squeezed my testicles
firmly in both hands. She pressed her pretty face against mine and
whispered. “If I had my way… I’d stick my finger up your bottom and
milk that beautiful penis of yours and make you come all over the
floor.” She smiled innocently as she moved her head back and looked at
me… “you’d like that wouldn’t you, my little bare baby?”
For the next twenty minutes, I endured humiliation after humiliation.
Soft delicate hands, examined my body… probing stroking and stimulating
me at will: their softly spoken words of tenderness and comfort
spurring me to even greater sexual awareness and embarrassment. I could
not have contemplated a more embarrassing situation, each girl adding
to my shame with her touch or her words. My penis kept to a painfully
exquisite hardness, jutting out and upwards from my body in a reluctant
shameful display.
Suddenly it was all too much for me. I began to sob loudly in utter
misery, tears rolling unhindered down my cheeks. I felt comforting
hands holding me around my waist as my legs and arms were freed.
I stumbled rather than walked between the two warders as they led me to
a small room with a padded bench. A shiver ran though me as I saw the
thick leather strap which hung down from each side of the bed, one half
had a leather covered buckle and the other was perforated with a series
of holes. The sight was foreboding after my experience in the
punishment room.
Through my tears I could see that there was a hole, of about six inches
in diameter in the centre of the bench as they bade me first kneel… and
then lay face down upon the linen covered surface. I was placed so that
I was laid flat upon my tummy, my erect penis and my swollen testicles,
hanging freely through the hole in the padded surface. I shivered as
one of the tall beautiful warders slipped her hands underneath the bed
and casually took hold of my penis and testicles. Her voice was tender
and caring; “There is a pan underneath you, so if you need to urinate,
just do it. You are not to move at all… you do understand? Someone will
come and put something on your bottom, I won’t cover you in case it
aggravates your skin and I am not going to fasten you down with the
restraint.
I wish I could do something for this…” she squeezed my penis more
firmly, but I am afraid that I am not allowed to.” She squeezed my
penis once more and then let me go.
I felt the other warder lift my head and hold a glass of water to my
lips. I found myself drinking greedily until my dry throat was
quenched. She took the glass away and gently slipped a slim pillow
underneath my head. She bent forward and softly kissed my tear-stained
cheek. “Try and rest… it has been a traumatic time for you. If you can…
try and sleep… at least until Sister Pearson comes and does you little
bottom for you.”
I was still blushing profusely from the casual handling of my genitals
as they both left the room. I heard them stop for a moment outside of
the room and became aware that the lights were being dimmed. I was left
in solitude and semi-darkness as I contemplated my sorry state. I
wanted to try and rub the hurt from my bottom cheeks, but was afraid
that if I touched them they would become more inflamed. I felt naked
and vulnerable as I lay, my uncovered, upon the soft surface of the
bench, my penis and testicles hanging down freely exposed to the sight
of anyone who entered the room. My trauma and fatigue got the better of
me and I drifted into a light sleep… for a time, remembering nothing
more.
I awoke sometime later as I felt soft hands being gently smoothed over
the tender cheeks of my bottom. A cooling and soothing liquid was being
sensuously applied over my burning buttocks and thighs. I was aware
that the lights had been turned up to full brightness and that all four
of the nurses were standing around my bed as well as Sister Pearson. I
must have stirred as I heard her say. “Shhhhhh Stephen…. Don’t say a
word, just lie there and we will be finished soon. I felt her hands
gently encase my penis and testicles which were hanging down through
the hole in the padded bench, her slippery fingers expertly retracting
my foreskin, making me raise my buttocks at the suddenness of the acute
sensation. “Shhhhhh… just relax now.” Again Sister Pearson quieted me
as the gentle hands of one of the nurses, soothed over my bottom. “I am
going to milk your penis and empty these for you.” She illustrated her
words with a gentle squeeze of my testicles as she began to slip her
hand quickly up and down the shaft of my penis.
I groaned in a mixture of embarrassment and sexual sensation as I felt
more hands being placed upon my bottom. Two of the nurses were now
caressing and soothing my buttocks, one of the nurses slipping her
fingers in and out of the crevice between my cheeks as Sister Pearson
deftly brought my penis to an erect state. Deftly she retracted the
foreskin fully and let her fingers slide quickly up and down over the
rim of the glans. Instinctively I raised my buttocks with in reaction
to the acuteness of the sensation, only to feel a finger slip
unhindered inside my bottom. I tried to raise my body up, only to feel
the hands of the other two nurses gently press on my back and
shoulders.
One of them leaned over my head and kissed me softly on the cheek.
“Shhh… Stephen, just lay still now.” Her gently spoken words were in
contrast to the busy fingers that were expertly manipulating my penis
and the slippery slender digit that suddenly curled skilfully inside my
bottom. “Argggghhhhhhhhh” I groaned as my prostate gland was explored
with a firm pressure from the nurse’s finger. I felt the Sister quickly
hold my penis with two hands as the one of the nurse’s let go of my
shoulders and moved closer to the Sister. I heard gentle whispering but
could not make out what was being said as the nurse also slid her arms
underneath the bed and took hold of my testicles. I felt them being
held firmly as Sister Pearson slipped my foreskin back with one hand
and rubbed over the very tip of my penis with the other.
I was in a turmoil of sexual sensation as suddenly my prostate gland
was prodded firmly, this expert attention was accompanied by a second
finger being thrust up through my sphincter as my buttock cheeks were
casually spread open by the nurse who was massaging my buttocks to
allow the other nurse greater access to my sphincter.
“Aarrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh.” I shook my head as I felt my
sphincter being stretched impossibly wide and my penis being rapidly
milked, the Sister’s hands moving over my engorged penis in a practised
motion.
“Relax now… it won’t take long… be a good little boy!” The soft voice
of the Sister added fuel to my abject embarrassment and feeling of
helplessness. My shame knew no bounds; to be systematically thrashed
and humiliated in front of so many beautiful girls and then to be
expertly drained of semen in a nonchalant and casual display of
expertise, had humiliated me beyond my comprehension.
My mind reeled in dismay, my shame tantamount to a deep and bottomless
despair.
I was acutely embarrassed at the thought that I could not contain the
sudden acute sensation from deep within my groin. It was the inevitable
humiliation as I felt the inextricable point of no return; the
unyielding sensation that heralded the beginning of my ejaculation. No
respite was given as my bottom was explored thoroughly by the nurse’s
probing fingers buried deep inside me; nor by Sister Pearson who milked
me so expertly that I lost all sense and reason.
“AArrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oooooohhhhhhh… arrrggghhhh.” I
groaned as semen spurted spontaneously from my penis; again and again I
ejaculated… my tumultuous orgasm agonisingly prolonged by the skilful
fingers of the Sister and her nurses.
“Poor baby… never mind it will all be over soon… just a little more...
there we are what a brave boy.” The tender voice of the Sister inflamed
my senses as her hands seemed to stimulate the very core of my nervous
system.
For the second time I was being milked with such skill and expertise,
that I felt I could not withstand the acuteness of the sensations that
were being so dexterously wrung from my body. My chest heaved as I
fought for breath, I gasped as my penis continued to spurt huge
globules of semen without respite. The sensual pressure upon my penis
and the firm incessant probing inside my bottom, held me suspended in
the throes of utter and inexorable sexual abandonment.
“Arggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Please don’t… no more pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaseee”
I could not contain my emotions; such was the skill of the nurses and
the sister that I felt I would die with the severity and the intensity
of the feeling that coursed through my body… an exquisite mixture of
unbearable pleasure and pain.
I raised my shoulders in panic as I reached the limit of my endurance,
only to feel gentle hands press me back down upon the bed.
There we are… my you are in a state…shhhhhh now…” The soothing voice of
the Sister did little to assuage my utter nervous exhaustion. My sinews
seemed locked in a deep convulsion, my neck and throat constricted in a
trancelike grimace. My penis pulsed so violently that I could feel a
deep ache between my legs.
“ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH.” I groaned in protest until at last the
hands of the nurses and the Sister simultaneously slowed to a gentle
caressing touch.
I had been drained, thoroughly and efficiently… expertly milked of
every last drop of seminal fluid. I could only gasp at the acute
sensation as the nurses fingers were slipped slowly out of my bottom,
my sphincter being stretched in one last exquisite agony, as Sister
Pearson stilled her fingers upon my penis … and squeezed the rigid
flesh reassuringly.
“Poor baby… it has all been too much for you, hasn’t it? Never mind…
just relax and you will be fine.” I felt soft hands caressing the hair
at the back of my neck and soft delicious lips upon my cheek as the
nurse held her pretty face close to mine.
It was with a feeling of utter exhaustion that I felt my penis being
gently squeezed and wiped with a hot towel. Two pairs of hands were
delicately applying more soothing ointment to my buttocks and thighs,
while the other nurses stroked their slender fingers, in light feathery
touches, over my back and shoulders. My last recollection as I drifted
back to sleep was the dimming of the lights and a cool cotton sheet
being drawn over my body, covering me up to my shoulders.
It must have been sometime during the night that I awoke as I felt the
strap being tightened around my waist, the pressure immediately forcing
my hips flat against the bed. The lights had been turned up to full
brightness and I blinked as I became fully awake.
Before I could protest I heard the soft voice of the young receptionist
and felt her hand gently brush against my face.
“Shhhhh… I am not going to hurt you. Just lie still.” To my
embarrassment I felt her lift the sheet from my feet and slowly and
deliberately slide it up over my shins and thighs, eventually baring my
bottom totally. She casually folded the material over the strap which
was fastened around my waist.
For some reason I felt even more naked and vulnerable than If I had
been totally uncovered. Feeling utterly helpless, I was forced to lay
flat with my buttocks bared and my hips pressed firmly against the
surface of the bench by the broad waist strap, my penis and testicles
fully exposed as they hung down through the hole. I tried to look at
her as she stood behind me, but the broad strap stopped me from
twisting my body far enough for me to see her.
Instead I lay my head back on the pillow, with my head turned to the
side. I felt utterly stupid with my bottom bared as if I were a small
child. I squeezed my legs together as tightly as I could and tried to
clench my buttocks, but the movement caused my skin to burn with pain
as I tensed the muscles.
I knew she was examining my buttocks, but could do nothing to stop her.
I lay there in silence until she moved further up the bed. I gasped as
her hand reached under the bed and casually fondled my penis and
testicles. The almost nonchalant way that she handled me, made me feel
even more vulnerable and embarrassed. She took her hand away, after
pulling my flaccid penis downwards, stretching it to its full extent.
I watched as she moved to stand in front of my face which was turned
towards her. She placed her hand between my cheek and the pillow,
gently turning my head so that she could look into my eyes.
I felt my face begin to burn as the blood rushed to my cheeks in a deep
flush of embarrassment. She noticed my blush instantly and smiled at my
discomfort, giving me a knowing look. Her eyes twinkled behind the
slender framed glasses, making me feel utterly foolish as I lay
fastened upon the bench with my bottom bared for her inspection.
“Right, the same rules apply. You don’t speak unless I ask you a
question. When I ask you a question you answer me immediately. Don’t
try and turn your head away and don’t be evasive with your answers.
When I ask you to do something, you obey immediately. I know Sister
Pearson has put some ointment on your bottom, which will have relieved
a lot of the pain. However, a sharp slap with my hand upon those little
cheeks of yours will still hurt you more than you can imagine. So… tell
me…do you understand me?”
I could not help blushing to an even deeper red as I looked into her
eyes, her pretty face looking amused as my face burned with shame.
“Er… yes miss… er I understand.
”Good… now, are you going to obey my instructions immediately and
without question?”
I looked at her, feeling utterly foolish as she held my head so that I
could not evade her cool appraising gaze.
“Er yes.. miss… I will try.”
I felt utterly foolish under the control of a girl younger than myself…
and yet knew that I was in no position to argue.
“No… you will not TRY to do as you are told… you will DO as you are
told… now have you got that?”
I blushed again, but managed to stammer a reply. “Yes miss… I will do
as you ask.”
She let go of my cheek and stood back, looking at me for a few moments,
before moving out of my sight to stand at the foot of the bench.
I felt her cool fingers grasp each of my ankles.
“Right… bend your knees and draw them up as high as you can.” She
illustrated her instructions by pushing my ankles forward. I groaned
with humiliation as I drew my knees up, until they were hanging over
each side of the narrow bed. She had held my ankles together so that
the soles of my feet were touching each other.
I felt utterly humiliated as I realised the vulnerability of my
position. I was no longer able to clench my buttocks together and I
knew that she would be able to see into the crevice of my bottom. She
continued pushing on my ankles until my thighs were widely spread
apart. I gasped in dismay as I felt her fingers gently trail over the
under-part of my bottom cheeks.
“Well Stephen… you certainly have a well spanked bottom, just what
naughty boys need. Did it hurt very much when you were being given the
strap?”
I was already blushing profusely from the humiliating and revealing
position of my legs. I could feel her hand move freely in-between the
crevice of my bottom; the casual touch of her fingers accenting the
openness and availability of my sphincter to her touch.
“Answer me; you are in no position to disobey without incurring an
extra little smack on this naughty bottom of yours!” She punctuated her
words with a tap on the inner part of my bottom cheeks, thankfully not
touching any of the skin that had been beaten with the strap.
I groaned with humiliation as I answered her. “It was awful er… miss I
didn’t think I could stand it… I felt as if I …”
I could not finish the sentence. Whether my tears were of self pity or
just the culmination of the events of the day, I did not know… but I
began to cry.
“Yes… naughty boys always seem to cry when their bottoms are soundly
spanked… however you can save your tears. Tell me which part of your
punishment was the worst?
My voice trembled as I answered her. “The last strokes miss, it… it was
like I was being er… branded miss. It was the worse thing I have ever
felt miss.”
I felt her hand move from in-between the cheeks of my bottom and her
fingers trail delicately over the welts on the centre of my bottom.
“Yes… she has done an excellent job of strapping your bottom for you,
hasn’t she?” I could tell by the tone of her voice that she expected an
answer.
“Er… yes miss…arghhhhh.” I gasped as the tender flesh seemed to burn
under her touch.
“Still tender… isn’t it?”
“Yes miss.” I replied gasping as she placed her hand casually back
in-between the cheeks of my bottom for a moment, before taking her hand
away.
“Well Stephen, I am afraid that is what naughty little boys deserve. I
firmly believe that young boys should be soundly spanked regularly and
of course, milked diligently rather than letting you indulge in that
disgusting habit that boys have of playing with their own penises. Now
just relax your bottom, while I just stiffen you up a little bit.”
I blushed at the way she talked to me as if I were a small child. I
also felt utterly embarrassed at the thought that she could do with me
as she wished.
I felt her fingers return to invade the crevice between my buttocks;
this time they felt cold and slippery.
“Arghhhhhhh…ohhhhhhh.” I gasped as she pressed her finger firmly
against my sphincter, impudently teasing the small rosebud of muscle by
moving her finger up and down over the opening.
“Just relax like a good boy. Ooops there we are, now that’s what I
like… now let’s just slip it all the way in for you… just keep your
little bottom still.”
“Argggggghhhhhhh….oooooohhhhhhhh please nooooooo.” I could not help
groaning and protesting as she slid her finger deftly and easily up
into my bottom. My position made it impossible for me to clench my
buttocks. I felt utterly helpless as she quickly located my prostate
gland and expertly smoothed her finger over the sensitive mound.
“Arrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I could do nothing but groan and
cry out as I felt an incredible pressure building up deep within my
bottom. I tried to move only to feel her slap the lower part of my
thigh.
“Don’t you dare try and evade me… just lie still like a good boy while
I make your penis nice and stiff… there now that seems to be working
nicely.” I groaned and moaned as her finger moved quickly and
diligently inside me. I could feel my penis throb as her finger roamed
unhindered inside my bottom, expertly coaxing me to a full erection. I
gasped when her wrist touched the blistered skin of my buttocks as she
moved around to the side of the bed: her finger remained firmly in my
bottom and not missing a beat as she reached underneath me.
“Ooohhhhhhhhh.” I could not help crying out as she casually took hold
of my penis between finger and thumb, squeezing to examine the
stiffness, while at the same time prodding my prostate gland with the
tip of her finger.
“There we are… all nice and stiff in no time. Little boys are so
predictable… and you have stiffened quicker than all of them… my word
Stephen, what a dirty little boy you are. Don’t you feel embarrassed
that your penis stiffens so easily? What a naughty, naughty child, you
have obviously had no proper control in your life, you really deserve
to be soundly spanked. Have you no shame?”
I was utterly mortified as she chided me, helpless and humiliated and
blushing so profusely, as her words reduced my stature to that of a
small child.
She took her fingers away from my penis and firmly pressed her finger
downwards stretching my sphincter widely.
“Just relax that bare bottom of yours… ooops there we are, just a
little push now…try and relax now… take a deep breath sweetheart.”
Her words were accompanied by an even firmer pressure from her finger.
“Arggghhh….oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I gasped as something large and hard was pressed against the opening
before being slipped deftly and firmly up into my bottom.
“Ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I tried to evade it but could
not move. I cried out in anguish as the cool hard object was slowly and
firmly introduced deep into my anus. The increasing girth stretching me
widely until she finally located the device in an agonising pressure
against my prostate. She withdrew her fingers leaving my bottom firmly
impaled.
“Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… er ohhhhhhhhhh pleeeeeeeeeeease misss…. er
oooohh.”
I gasped and moaned as she reached her hand underneath the bench and
again felt the hardness of my penis with her finger and thumb.
“O.K. sweetheart, I am going empty these balls of yours… hold tight
now!”
I could only gasp not knowing what she was going to do. For an instant
I felt her soft fingers near the crease of my bottom and then suddenly
a firm and incessant throbbing against the very core of my penis. The
sensation was so acute that I felt my hips tremble and my legs shake in
abandonment as I cried out.
“Arrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” My abject
wail of anguish went unheeded as the device vibrated methodically
against my prostate. I could not contain my emotions as her hands
enveloped my penis and testicles. I felt the skin of my foreskin being
stretched back as the movement of her fingers seemed to join with the
incessant throbbing deep within my bottom.
What she was doing to my penis I did not know… the sensation was so
intense that I was incapable of coherent thought. The expert
manipulation of her fingers upon my captive flesh gave me no respite.
Just when one movement became almost bearable she changed; pinching or
squeezing the sensitive flesh in such a way that she almost seemed to
have a telepathic knowledge of exactly what I was feeling.
“You are going to come soon… what a naughty little boy you are… aren’t
you ashamed of yourself?”
Her voice sounded casual, almost mocking in its tone, the steady
modulation in contrast to my utter degradation and anguish as her
fingers callously manipulated me to a pitch of sexual torment.
Such was her skill that I did not feel one of her hands momentarily
leave my penis, but I knew that she must have adjusted the device in my
bottom as it suddenly throbbed with even greater vigour.
“Arrrrrrrgggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh… ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh.”
I arched my back in a painful concave arc, lifting my shoulders from
the bench and throwing my head back as the device pulsed quickly and
solidly deep within me. Her hands seemed to be touching every nerve of
my penis as I ejaculated reluctantly and violently.
“aarrgggghhhhhhhhhhhh… pleeeease…nooooooooooooooooooo” My pleading and
shameful anguish at the intensity of my orgasm elicited no mercy from
her. I was being milked so thoroughly that I felt I would die of
sensation.
“There we are… what a big brave boy you are… just a little more now…
you are not finished just yet.” Her words seemed to spur my ejaculation
to even greater vigour as her hands gave me no respite from the
intensity of my orgasm.
“There… what a good little boy… let me have it all and I will turn the
vibrator off for you.”
I felt her fingers firmly milk my penis in a downward motion and
squeeze hard as she reached the tip. Soft fingers touched my bottom for
a moment and then suddenly… utter relief as the throbbing in my bottom
ceased.
Her hand reached back underneath me and I felt my testicles being
squeezed as once again my penis was milked in a deft downward movement.
I lay my chest back upon the bench, gasping for air as her hands began
to move slowly over my genitals, caressing my penis and testicles with
feathery touches.
My throat felt hoarse as I gasped and groaned, while she steadied my
emotions with gentle touches; her fingers carefully avoiding the
sensitive glans and rim of my penis.
“Sensitive little fellow aren’t you? Never mind sweetie… its all over
now! Just lie still for a moment and I will take the vibrator out of
your bottom and then you can straighten your legs. Hold still honey….
there that’s the way… take a nice deep breath now.”
I felt her hands gently pry my buttocks more widely apart and then
suddenly, the incredible pressure of my sphincter being stretched wide
as the device was removed. My knees and legs ached as I straightened
them to lie straight upon the centre of the bench. I shuddered in
anguish and fatigue as she moved towards my head and laid her hand
gently on my cheek.
“Poor little baby… a sound spanking and then having to be milked. What
a shameful experience for you… and to think all because you were a
naughty little boy!”
Her words were the final shame to my ordeal. Tears formed in my eyes as
I felt her move away and thankfully relieve me of the constraints of
the broad leather strap, before carefully covering my bottom with the
sheet. My tears flowed freely as, moments later, I heard the door close
and saw the lights being dimmed to a soft glow.
*
Althea Jones
Althea walked along the corridor, her body tingling with delight as the
two small eggs, which were lodged in her tight little vagina, moved
randomly as she walked. She could not help pressing her hand over her
small pointed breasts, feeling the sensitive nipples standing up firmly
beneath the shirt she was wearing. She hurried to her office. ‘If I
don’t stop moving around soon,’ she thought, ‘I am going to cum again…
is that possible, she mused… three times in thirty minutes?’
Althea had the ability to not be surprised by anything that she thought
or did. She knew, that she selfishly allowed herself to do most things
at least once.
‘How can you know if you like it or not… if you don’t try it;’ she
reasoned.
Her humiliation of the young boy had been heaven. His blushing face and
trembling lips had thrilled her more than she had ever thought
possible. Having control over a boy always thrilled her, but having
control over such a good looking and acquiescent boy was a delight that
she had savoured.
Each small part of his subjugation had thrilled her to such an extent
that she could replay every part in her mind with absolute clarity.
Recall at a moment’s notice the exquisite expression of utter
embarrassment on his face as she had bared his bottom; or the gasps of
utter degradation as she had impaled his sphincter with her vibrator.
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