She could not have said which part was best. Each little part of her
skilled and expert control of his emotions had been perfect. Seeing him
squirm in anguish, as the relentless throbbing of the device, had sent
him into paroxysms of utter embarrassment and sexual torture. Watching
his face as she had verbally reduced his stature to that of a small
boy; each part had added up to a sensuous and emotionally triumphant
thrill.
One thing she was sure of… she would make sure… dammed sure that the
opportunity occurred again. She did not know how… but she was
determined that it would. ‘Soon she thought… I need that kind of thrill
again… soon.
At last she reached her chair and sat down, pushing her flattened hand
down between her tummy and the waistband of her skirt: her fingers had
hardly touched the smoothly shaven lips of her vagina when she threw
her head back and trembled in orgasmic pleasure; again and again,
shuddering in the delicious thrill that rippled through her whole being.
From the moment that she been asked if she minded staying overnight by
her friend and co-conspirator, Debbie Pearson; she had relished the
thought of what she would do to the boy, slipping the hand made ivory
eggs into her vagina had been a stroke of genius. So thrilled was she
with her performance upon the boy’s fragile emotions, that she had been
able to orgasm by simply squeezing her legs together.
‘Tomorrow,’ she thought, ‘I am going to have a serious talk with my
lovely friend, Sister Debbie Pearson… ‘cos, if you don’t do it sister…
I will!’ She chuckled to herself and then suddenly realised that she
should think about getting some sleep before morning.
*
Stephen
The warders led me along the corridor, walking either side of me and
holding me loosely, their fingertips gently resting on the inside of my
upper arms.
They had awoken me earlier with a cup of coffee, even taking the
trouble to bring sugar and cream which they added after asking me.
I had blushed as I thought about the events during the night. I had
blushed to an even deeper red as one of the pretty warders had gently
lifted the sheet baring my body totally. I had watched in dismay as she
folded the sheet and placed it on a table by the doorway. The second
warder had placed her hand on my back and stroked her fingers over my
shoulders. “OK Stephen, time to go.” Was the only information I was
given as I blushed in shame at my nakedness. I was aware that my penis
was engorged as I slid my body off the bed, shivering as the movement
caused my buttocks to clench. I had placed my hands over my groin in
shame as I turned to face the two pretty warders.
They had taken me by the arms and pulled my hands away from my groin
amplifying my humiliation as they both looked down together at my
turgid penis, their eyes twinkling in amusement.
I had no idea where we were going as I walked naked and ashamed,
sandwiched between their tall athletic bodies. We turned into a small
room where a small number of breakfast plates had been prepared on a
plastic topped table. The table, which occupied the centre of the room,
also held a coffee flask, cups and jugs, as well as pots of various
sizes. I looked at the plate, feeling hunger for the first time since I
had arrived at the punishment center. The warders sat me down gently on
one of the four chairs which surrounded the table. I gasped at the
first contact of my buttocks with the plastic padding of the chair.
Slowly I eased myself on to its surface finally letting my weight down
on to my bottom.
“Guess you are a little sore after your session yesterday… never mind
honey… it gets better so they tell me.” One of the warders stepped
forward and unscrewed the lid of the flask.
“Its been prepared for you, so eat what you want… coffee is in the
flask. We are going to trust you to remain where you are until we come
for you. What ever you do, don’t wander off, it is punishable by
another session with the strap… and we don’t think you would want that.”
I could hear them laughing as they walked back through the open doorway
and into the corridor.
It was over three quarters of an hour later when they returned and led
me to the Center Principle’s office. They knocked and waited until the
door was opened by a young girl I had not seen before. She, like all
the other staff in the Punishment Center, was extremely pretty. She was
wearing a white shirt and navy skirt which only came to mid thigh. The
skirt was cut loosely and swished about her lovely tanned thighs as she
moved. Her legs were bare and her skin glistened with health. She was
wearing dainty sandals on her small feet. Her hair was dark, almost
black and cut to shoulder length, it shone with health, glistening as
she moved her head to look at me. Her small mouth spread to reveal
perfect teeth as she smiled, not with friendship, but rather with
amusement at my naked humiliation as I was made to stand for her
inspection. Her blue eyes twinkled with an almost scornful expression
as I began to tremble with anguish.
She looked me up and down, her eyes casually examining my nakedness,
before looking curiously at my blushing face. I was about to cover
myself, but the sudden firm grip upon my arms pre-empted my impulse.
Her voice was casual and relaxed.
“Bring him in… you know the routine.”
I was led into a smart modern office. There were two desks, one was
obviously for the young secretary and the other, which had a large
glass surface, was placed in front of a huge window which ran from
floor to ceiling. Behind the desk was the lady who had so casually
instructed Sister Pearson to masturbate me before I was punished.
I felt utterly humiliated as I was led to stand, not in front of the
desk, but around to the side by her chair.
She turned towards me as the two warders took a firm hold of my arms
and stretched them outwards until they were parallel to my shoulders.
They held me in that position as the woman pulled her chair forward
until her knees were actually touching mine.
“Open your legs and stand with your feet as wide apart as they will
go.” Her tone was quiet but firm. I blushed as I moved my legs apart, I
could not help the shiver that ran through my body as she leaned
forward and cupped her hands under my scrotum. I watched unable to draw
my eyes away as she used her other hand to casually take a firm hold of
my penis. I gasped at the sudden intimate handling of my genitals.
“Timid little fellow aren’t you? How does your bottom feel this
morning?”
She looked up at me, her smart business suit and her carefully made up
face and beautifully groomed hair, contrasting surreally with my
trembling nakedness.
I managed to mumble a reply as the young girl, which had let us into
the room, moved to stand by the side of the Center principle. I felt
nothing but shame as the woman casually handled my penis and testicles
in front of her, as if my nakedness and ultimate humiliation was of no
consequence.
I gasped as my penis throbbed in her hand. I began to shiver as she
retracted the foreskin, casually exposing me fully to the gaze of the
girl and the two warders.
I tried to avoid the young girl’s interested appraisal of my genitals
as she suddenly looked at me directly. Her voice was almost a drawl as
she looked down at my genitals which the Center principle was holding
firmly.
“Quick on the trigger isn’t he. It amazes me how little control these
young boys seem to have over their penises. Well he was certainly first
in the queue with that cocky piece of meat.”
I blushed profusely as the Center principle let go of my genitals… and
to my horror, left my penis pointing upwards towards the ceiling.
I felt the grip on my arms tighten as the girl leaned forward and
reached towards my penis with her hands. I could do nothing but blush
and tremble as she nonchalantly tapped the tip of my penis with her
slender fingers. I felt my penis bob up and down before feeling the
girl’s fingers wrap gently around the entire shaft. I was in turmoil as
she slipped the foreskin back, exposing me fully once more.
“Cute little fellah isn’t he? Guess you young boys have no shame.” She
held me firmly as she turned her head towards her superior, her pretty
lips widening into a grin as she spoke.
“Are we going to milk him before the Justice’s visit, y’know… drain
these fellahs?” She casually placed her other hand underneath my
testicles and hefted the soft orbs of flesh in the palm of her hand. I
almost fainted with embarrassment and shame as the warders held me
firmly with my arms stretched out and my legs spread wide. Chuckling
softly she continued.
“Or shall we have him walking around with his penis swinging about like
this all day?” She took her hand from my penis and then playfully,
slapped it from one side and then from the other. I blushed to a deep
shade of red as everyone laughed at my penis swinging wildly like a
pendulum.
The principle looked up at my face, seeing the tears in my eyes she
spoke softly.
“OK Liz I think that will do. Just turn him around and bend him right
over and then you can get take him for his prep and his bath.”
She waited for the girl to let go of me and then reached forward and
traced her fingers over the smoothly shaven flesh around my penis and
testicles.
“He won’t need another shave… tell them.” She waited as my trembling
body was turned by the two warders until I was facing away from the
Center principle and the young girl. Gently but firmly they bent me
over. I gasped with shame and indignity as one of the warders moved in
front of my head, which was hanging low and then held it in her hands.
She moved forward, straddling me between her long and athletic legs,
gripping my head between her knees. She leaned over me and I felt her
soft hands slide smoothly across my back and around my hips. She
slipped them underneath me and pulled upwards against my hip bones,
making me raise my bottom. The other warder tapped the inside of my
thighs with the palm of her hand, until I had spread my legs widely
apart. I shivered in absolute shame as I looked between my legs to see
the Center principle lean forward and place both her hands gently
against my buttocks.
“Argghhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I gasped as she gently prised my buttocks apart
and examined my flesh closely.
After she seemed satisfied with the condition of my bottom, she reached
beneath me and patted my penis.
“Alright young man you can go and get your bath.” I gasped again as I
was allowed to straighten up and led across the room and through the
door.
Moments later I entered the room where I had been so shamefully
prepared for my medical examination. The nurses were all there waiting
for me… as was Sister Pearson. I could have died with shame as her eyes
went immediately to my genitals. I caught the smile on her face as she
turned away from me and addressed the four nurses. OK… a good enema and
then bath him thoroughly. Shave his face, but leave his genitals…
although on second thoughts you can shave in between his bottom. I
imagine that part will be getting a close examination this afternoon.”
She turned back towards me and looked at the warders holding me by the
arms. “Just hold him tight for a moment.” I blushed as she casually
smoothed her hands around my penis, avoiding touching the shaft, but
carefully feeling the above it as well as between my legs. I shivered
as her hand brushed against my testicles as she deftly examined me
between my legs.
She turned her head to look over her shoulder at the four young nurses
who were watching with interest as she casually smoothed her hand over
my pubic area.
“He seems OK but you can check for yourselves.”
She looked at me, her face showing some concern as she saw my shame.
“I am just going to look at your bottom honey.”
She moved behind me and I felt her fingers slide gently over my wounded
buttocks.” OK Sunshine… you will do.”
She walked back past me and back to the four nurses who were stood by
the examination bench, where I had first been given an enema.
“Better get on with it girls… I will be in my office if you need me.
Without looking back she walked towards the door and exited the room.
My shame seemed to know no bounds as they made me kneel on the bench,
their soft hands moving and positioning me until my head was laid on
the surface and my bottom was high in the air with my knees spread
wide. I watched as one of the blonde haired nurses stood by my head…
deliberately and slowly, she pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, her
hands only inches from my face.
She looked at me with a knowing expression on her face, making
absolutely sure that I was watching her attentively before she
sensuously lubricated the fingers of her right hand.
I could not help but watch her performance, shivering with shame and
humiliation, as she made the finger and thumb of her left hand into an
‘O’ and slipped the lubricated forefinger through it in a gesture of
penetration.
I felt the hands of one of the nurses gently part my tender buttocks,
her touch was gentle, but she firmly parted them until I was stretched
widely apart. The blonde nurse gave me one last look before she moved
to the foot of the bench and reached forward, her hands slipping
unhindered between the cheeks of my bottom.
I gasped as the cool lubricating gel touched my skin. “Oooooohhh…
arggghh.” I felt the nurse’s fingers press against my tightly
constricted sphincter. The pressure of her fingers increased as she
spoke to me.” Relax Sweetie… and take a nice deep breath.” I had hardly
begun to inhale as her finger suddenly impaled me. I could not help
trying to raise myself from the bench as she penetrated me deeply, her
finger sliding right up to the hilt.
I felt hands upon my shoulders pressing me down as she began to work
her finger in and out of my bottom. I could feel the knuckle stretch me
as she began to work her finger more quickly.
I had seen nothing of the preparation of the enema as a cold object was
pressed against the upper part of the crevice of my bottom.
“Oooohhhhh… oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I gasped, as suddenly
the nozzle slid slowly and steadily up through my sphincter and deep
inside my bottom. I was held firmly as the nozzle widened, stretching
me unbearably wide, before my sphincter closed firmly over the narrowed
part of the nozzle.
The nozzle felt longer and deeper than the one they had used the day
before and I felt thoroughly penetrated as warm water began to gush up
inside me.
“Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… owwwwwwww.” The feeling of my stomach
being rapidly inflated caused me to yelp. I felt soft hands slip
between my legs and brush against my testicles and erect penis before
being flattened, palms upwards, against my tummy. “There we are
Sweetie; we’ll just rub your little tummy to stop you getting the
cramps… Try and hold still and let the water do its work.
I began to feel bloated, but as the nurse had promised, their hands
kneaded my tummy and eased the discomfort. My humiliation was causing
me far greater anguish than the pressure of the water inside me.
Whether it was accidental or deliberate I could not tell, but the
nurses’ hands constantly rubbed or tapped against the tip of my penis.
The wrist of the nurse who had accessed my tummy now constantly
contacted intimately against my testicles and the shaft of my penis.
I started to gasp as the water filled me with an incredible pressure. I
could feel that my tummy was greatly distended and grunted as the
discomfort had now become pain.
“There we are… all done. What a good little boy you are. Now we are
going to let you evacuate just where you are. We are going to help you
to raise yourself up, but not move your legs or knees. Cindy will put a
pan between your legs”.
I gasped and groaned as they helped me raise my upper body so that I
was in an upright position, albeit on my knees. I felt the cold
stainless steel pan being slipped between my legs as two of the nurses
stood at each side of me, holding me steady. I blushed as I looked down
at my erect penis which was jutting out lewdly from between my thighs.
I could see from the faces of the nurses that the cause of my
embarrassment had not gone unnoticed.
Their free hands once again returned to rub my tummy, knocking against
the shaft of my penis constantly as they held me in an upright position.
I could only close my eyes in shame as they continued to stroke their
hands gently from my chest right down to where the trunk of my penis
joins my body.
I could not help gasping every so often as their fingers touched or
tapped against my penis keeping me erect as they held me steady.
I could feel my stomach bursting to rid itself of the copious amounts
of water that had been forced up inside. I groaned and even in my shame
had to look at one of the nurses. “I c’ cant hold it any er… longer er…
miss” I stammered as I felt the inevitable my sphincter giving way to
the pressure.
“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I groaned in acute
anguish as, almost callously, I felt one of the nurses abruptly pull
the nozzle from up inside my bottom. I almost fainted with the pain as
my sphincter was stretched wide to accommodate the widest part of the
device. I evacuated the moment the nozzle was pulled clear, blushing
profusely as I heard the sound of the water empty into the pan.
My ears rang with shame as I heard her next words. “There we are… your
potty training must have been really thorough Stephen!”
I felt a warm cloth wipe between my thighs and the cheeks of my bottom,
this action too, seemed to be the cause of merriment amongst the young
nurses. “You have been a very good boy Stephen, but you are in no
position to wipe your own bottom, so I will have to wipe it for you…
little boys never seem to wipe their bottoms properly.”
I groaned with embarrassment as they examined the contents of the pan.
“Good boy… you are almost done. Do you think that you could lay on your
side and not hurt your bottom. Do you think you could do that for me
Stephen?”
I shivered in shame as the pan was taken away and the nurses helped me
to lie on my side. I turned a deep shade of red, blushing with shame as
I was laid down facing the blonde nurse who had inserted the nozzle
into my anus. My penis was pointing straight towards her, she reached
and casually took it in her hand, her fingers wrapping around the shaft
and pushing the foreskin down towards my body.
“My you are a big boy today. Do you think you can draw your knees up to
your chest for me?” I trembled in shame as she held me in a firm grip
for several moments before letting me go.
My penis felt as hard as rock as they took hold of my legs and drew
them up, before turning me onto my back so that my bottom was lifted
off the surface of the bed. They placed a rolled up towel under the
bottom of my spine and two nurses, one at each side of me, forced my
legs back until my knees where nearly touching my face.
I watched the smaller of the two blonde nurses casually take a huge
syringe from off the instrument tray and depress the plunger slightly
until water shot out of the long and frightening looking nozzle. She
looked at me, her amused expression making me feel uneasy.
“I am just going to give you a little cleansing squirt in your bottom
and then we will all give you a nice warm bath and make you look like a
nice clean little boy for the Sister.”
Her words belittled me even more, making me feel wretched and ashamed
as the dark haired nurse greased the nozzle of the syringe in an
exaggerated display, her hand smoothing over the nozzle as if it were a
penis.
I could only gasp, looking up at the ceiling after she had caught my
eye and given me a professional smile.
I felt hands between my legs and could not help looking as the dark
haired nurse gently parted my buttocks, while her companion moved
forward with the huge syringe. I watched gasping in despair as the
nurse insinuated her finger right up through my sphincter and into my
bottom.
“Arggggggghhhhhhhh… ooooooooOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH. I tried to shuffle my
bottom away from the pressure of her finger and the initial probing of
the syringe, much to the twinkle eyed amusement of all the nurses.
After that I groaned continuously as, first the nozzle was deftly and
swiftly navigated up through my sphincter and then pushed firmly up
into position, the rounded tip, seemingly reaching right up into my
stomach.
“OoooooooooOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH…. Arrrhhhh.” I was allowed no respite as
the nurse who was holding the syringe looked at me and spoke gently,
still with a twinkle of amusement in her pretty eyes.
“Take a nice deep breath for me Sweetie.” I managed to comply just as
she pressed the plunger, her firm action sending a gush of water deep
inside me. “Arggggggggh. Please noooooooo….” I wanted to lift up off
the table, anything to escape the acute sensation that I felt within my
bottom. The nurses held my legs firmly as the dark haired nurse
casually reached forward and took both my erect penis and my testicles
in her hands, squeezing them gently.
“OOOoooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH.” I threw my head back and
wailed as the blonde nurse emptied the entire contents of the syringe;
the torrent of water racing up into my bottom, the liquid gushing
fiercely as it seemed to penetrate the whole of my torso.
“Steady now, my poor baby… it will soon be over now, what a brave
little boy you are.” Her words only added fuel to the flames of my
embarrassment.
I was in a continuum of anguish and shame as they busied themselves
about me. First taking the nozzle from my bottom and then manoeuvring
me off the bed and making me stand on the floor in a squatting position
above the pan.
One of the nurses was holding a gloved hand up between my bottom
cheeks, pressing hard on my sphincter to stop me evacuating too soon.
“That’s the way my brave boy… squat down like a good little Indian.” I
could have died with shame. I knew there were tears in my eyes as
eventually they prompted me to evacuate with pressure on my tummy and a
sudden and humiliating stretching of my buttocks… soft fingers, gently
but firmly separating my buttocks until they were obscenely spread.
The bath was no less of an embarrassment and humiliation. They washed
me thoroughly, my hair, my neck, my ears and of course the utter shame
of their hands casually and flippantly toying with my penis and
testicles.
They made be adopt the most humiliating of postures as they shaved my
bottom and around my penis… making be bend then stretch as they denuded
me of any hair.
Hands were everywhere… my foreskin, deftly retracted as busy fingers
washed behind the rim; the slender fingers wriggling between the tender
cheeks of my buttocks and the final insult: the erect finger that
penetrated my sphincter, making me rise up on my tiptoes as it probed
and explored deep within my tortured bottom.
My lips were trembling in shame and there were tears in my eyes as I
was stood on the tiled floor, with my legs stretched widely apart to
await further indignities.
I was dried like a young child… held with my arms out by the amused and
pretty warders, as every crevice of my naked body was diligently wiped.
I was naked and ashamed as the warders positioned my body to await the
Sisters inspection. I was made to stand with my feet together my back
arched straight and my hands clasped to the top of my head. When they
had positioned me they stepped a few paces back behind me.
I felt utterly degraded and shamed as I stood waiting to have my naked
body examined by the beautiful Sister Pearson… the girl I had dreamed
of as a suitor, rather than the juvenile and degrading position I was
in now. The embarrassment was so intense and acute, that it made the
nerves in my teeth stand on edge.
I watched and waited as the nurses gathered around a table at the far
end of the room. One of them talking on the telephone as another sat on
the table top, her leg swinging to and fro as she relaxed. I could see
that the nurses’ focus of attention was still my naked body as I stood
trembling in my cocoon of shame.
I waited in trepidation as the nurses sat casually relaxing at the far
end of the room. I nearly jumped out of my skin as the door opened
noisily and the Sister walked into the room. She looked beautiful and
radiant, her face so perfect that I was mesmerised by her. Her lips
wore newly applied lipstick and her eyes were exquisitely made up to
accent the deep emerald green of the iris.
She was dressed in a fresh white tunic, the thin and expensive looking
material, clinging to her body almost in symmetry to her tall and lithe
figure. She wore the blue and gold belt and epaulettes of her rank upon
her waist and shoulders.
She looked at the nurses and then walked quickly towards me, until her
body was only a few inches from mine. I could smell the subtle and
clean sophisticated scent of her perfume as she peered closely at my
tearstained face and trembling lips.
She looked concerned, but I thought I also detected a spectre of
delight in her face, as she dropped her head to examine the rest of my
body. She made no pretence at hiding the fact that she was examining my
erect penis. She stooped down and looked carefully at my penis and
testicles.
I could not help myself as my penis throbbed once, lifting upwards and
then dropping back down in a series of pulses, completely remote to my
own will.
I could have wailed in grief at the utter and abject embarrassment I
felt, as it happened suddenly and unexpectedly only a few inches away
from her face.
I was dreading her looking at me as she eventually finished examining
my genitalia and stood up meeting my eyes, directly and enquiringly. I
coloured up instantly, in a violent reddening of my cheeks, the flesh
burned in shame and anguish as I was forced to meet her gaze. Her
expression was thoughtful and yet amused in a wistful way. She did not
speak, but carefully looked into my face, her eyes moving over my
features, mesmerising me with her beauty as she examined every contour,
crease and angle of my face.
It seemed to be many moments before she moved around me and I stood
trembling knowing that she was examining my naked body intimately and
that I could do nothing about it. I stood there for what seemed like an
age before she reappeared in front of me. Her voice was soft and made
me tingle with the quality of it as she spoke.
“Open your mouth wide, there’s a good boy.” I blushed, managing to part
my trembling lips quite widely. “As wide as you can for me…. now let’s
see.” It was too much for me as her body moved to touch mine. I could
feel the tip of my penis pressing against her pubis before it slid up
to be sandwiched between her tummy and mine.
The cool gentle fingers of her left hand slipped around my waist and
held me close as she brought her other hand gently up to my face and
pressed gently downwards on my chin. Her voice whispered as I became
totally intoxicated by the feel of her body and the closeness of her
beautiful face against mine.
She peered into my mouth, her gentle fingers tilting my head from side
to side as I stood naked with my hands pressed against the top of my
head.
At last she seemed satisfied. She stood back and looked at my naked
body once more, her eyes examining me everywhere.
As if it was an afterthought, she moved forward again and spoke softly.
“Stand up straight with your back arched, looking straight ahead.” I
did as I was told only to blush with horror and the absurdness of my
situation as her fingers delicate brushed over my penis.
She seemed to caress my penis rather than examine it, which to my
dismay started to throb violently. She let go of me and quickly cupped
my testicles in the palm of her hand and lifted them upwards. “Cough
please Stephen.” I was trembling all over as I coughed loudly, hoping
not to prolong the stimulation of her hand cupping my scrotum.
She seemed satisfied and once again stood back.
“Thank you Stephen, you have been a good boy.”
She smiled at me… and I perceived it to be a genuine smile as she
quickly turned away and walked over to the nurses.
After a few words with all of them, she left the room without looking
at me again.
It was two of the dark haired nurses rather than the warders who led me
back to the padded bench where I had spent the night. With little fuss
they positioned me, holding my penis as they fed the erect flesh
through the hole in the surface. I felt the nurse stroke her hands over
my genitals from underneath the bed before they both busied themselves
with strapping me down. The strap was not too tight and I lay with
reasonable physical comfort as they covered me with the sheet. To my
embarrassment the smaller of the two nurses lifted the sheet and
uncovered my buttocks. She stroked her hand over my sore bottom cheeks,
her fingers trailing with the delicacy of a feather.
“You will have about an hour here so rest… or sleep if you can.” I
watched them leave; the lights were not turned down but remained
brightly lit.
*
Debbie Pearson
Debbie had had a virtually sleepless night but had still arrived early
for her day’s duty. She had spent much of her time in deep thought, her
usual and conscientious way of working things out had prevailed and she
had written down several plans of action. One by one she had discarded
them, but kept segments of the better ones combining them, until at
last she had made up her mind.
The real success of such a relationship will rely not on subterfuge or
deceit, but on playing by the rules, as long as of course one could
manipulate the rules first. She smiled at the thought as she looked
across the corner of the table to her confident… Constance Hartman.
Constance spoke with consummate authority her voice well modulated and
clear… as if she were in court.
Yes it is perfectly legal. You are over the age of twenty-one years,
and as such are an adult, with the same rights as a person twice or
even three times your age. You are a valued citizen of this community.
You are employed in a responsible and valued job. With my
recommendation there would never be any question of your suitability. I
think the idea is wonderful and I am sure that I can get my fellow
justices to sign immediately and… I can tell you no department in this
city would ever question the recommendation of three Justices of the
Peace.
Debbie looked thoughtful and then spoke quietly to the Senior Judge.
“Would it not seem unusual to have him living there? Would not that be
brought into question?”
Constance looked at her and replied confidently.
“Of course not; he is a minor. I am going to state that he is not
mature and it is a blessing that he was brought to the attention of the
court. The order takes him to his legal age of adulthood and until that
time he will be your ward: bound over to you and subject to your rules.
It is not unusual for the person that has a ward bound over to them to
take a keen rather than summary interest in their welfare. We have
several upright citizens, which I could quote you or anyone else that
should enquire, who take a keen day to day interest and control of
their wards.”
Constance paused and looked seriously at Debbie.
“I assure you that feeling the way you do… and I know you have
deliberated well… it will be not only be beneficial to you, but to him
too. I think you are right about his passion for you and by the end of
today you will know… and if your suspicions about him are completely
wrong then I can easily relieve you of your responsibility. How does
that sound do we have a deal?”
Constance laughed and Debbie smiled, secure and happy in her decision.
Debbie had really made up her mind yesterday, but had promised herself
that she would scrutinise him again today, to confirm her decision.
There were few pitfalls but very much more to gain. She knew that she
would never be able to live a normal life again, the Punishment Center
had seen to that. It had awakened latent desires that she had not
consciously realised that she had had. Her financial circumstances made
working at the Center a vocation, rather than a means to earn a living.
She was convinced that she would never be able to marry in the normal
sense, after all what bedtime activity could compare with the normal
procedures operated at the Center on a daily basis!
She stood up and helped Constance clear the tray of coffee and biscuits
from the surface of the enormous plate glass conference table.
They both arranged the chairs so that only the side of table furthest
away from the door would have seating. Their view would be unhindered.
Although Debbie was aware that she would go through the motions of her
work for the rest of the day, she knew that her interest would be less
than attentive. She had but one image in her mind… and that was walking
through her own front door… with her prize.
She excused herself from Constance and returned to her office. Like all
senior personnel at the Center, her office afforded her every luxury…
and today she was glad of her personal facilities. She entered her
bathroom, which was large and beautifully tiled in Tuscan. There was a
large bath and shower, double sink and bidet. The walls, where not
tiled, were mirrored; affording a rear view as well as a front view by
the reflected person standing in certain parts of the bathroom.
Off to the side of the bathroom was her personal dressing room where,
as well as her uniforms, she kept a variety of summer and winter
clothes.
Shelves and cupboards lined the dressing room, filled with her personal
effects, makeup, toiletries and simple jewellery. She had on several
occasions attended unplanned functions straight from the Center
building, without having to return home for an appropriate dress or
pair of shoes.
She undressed slowly and sensuously, her mood dreamily surreal as she
watched herself in the mirror. As she became nude, she stood to
appraise her body. Her breasts were her most unusual feature. Full and
firm, they were perfectly proportioned to her slender and lithe body.
The unusual feature of her breasts was the second mound of flesh that
surrounded the nipple.
It was so pronounced that it was like a small second breast placed on
the centre of the first. She had only ever seen breasts like hers once
before and that had been on a German Television programme that had been
dubbed into English for PBS.
The documentary was supposed to chronicling the daily life of a tribe
of Africans. Debbie had been drawn to the pictures of the female
population, who all seemed to carry the same physical make-up. While
the men of the tribe were very average in their physique and certainly
could not be described as handsome, the women were tall and beautiful
and their breasts had certainly taken the eye of the cameraman.
More and more throughout the programme he had concentrated his camera
upon this physical feature, so much so, that she was certain that PBS
would not be showing it again, certainly not as a documentary about
tribal way of life.
The plump and prominent secondary mounds of flesh of the African girls
were so alluring that she had stripped off her clothes and compared her
own breasts in her mirror to those of the tribal girls. She realised
that the shape was exactly the same and that her own plump mounds of
flesh were certainly as prominent and as large as those of the
televised girls.
She had always been aware from the time of her first serious date that
boys could not get enough of her. The odd boyfriends that she had
tolerated for short periods of time had been extremely hard to get rid
of once they had caught site of the alluring look of her breasts.
She leisurely examined her body, noting that her stomach was absolutely
flat and firm and accented another unusual feature of her body. The
flatness of her tummy accented the exaggerated prominence of her pubic
mound. The flesh was pliant and firm and swelled to a perfect mound
that dipped sexily between her legs.
The lips of her vagina were plump and reminded her of two perfectly
smooth and firm wedges of peach. There was a patch of soft pubic hair,
about the size of a silver dollar, above the crease of her vagina; this
was the only hair she had upon her body below her eyebrows. Her
underarms as well as her pubic and anal area were completely and
naturally bereft of hair. She had often thought that it was a good job
that it was fashionable to shave ones arms and pubis in this country.
She had met other girls who from birth, had little or no hair on their
bodies, but had never met anyone with such a perfect arrangement as
herself.
She examined her long beautifully shaped legs, turning full circle in
the mirror to appraise the tone and quality of her perfectly
proportioned limbs. Even her feet were neat and small. Like her slender
and articulate hands, her feet followed the same petite proportions.
Although Debbie possessed a degree of modesty that others found
difficult to maintain, she had known that she was indeed blessed with
an unusual and superior face and body. For a pretty girl, it does not
take long, even from an early age, to know that you are superior in
looks. The attention of boys from that early age breeds hauteur that,
often subconsciously, is designed to keep admirers at their distance.
She turned again, this time examining her beautifully firm buttocks.
The smooth skin of the perfectly shaped hillocks of her bottom
glistened with health under the lights of the bathroom.
She smiled to herself as she thought about the course she had embarked
upon.
‘I wonder if he will enjoy the benefits,’ she mused as she let her long
slender fingers trickle magically over her breasts, before firmly
sliding down her flat tummy to the prominent mound below.
Slowly she teased open the firm plump lips and dipped her fingers
gently between the springy firmness of the pliant wedges of flesh. It
took but a few moments before her body shuddered in a tightly confined,
but delicious orgasm.
Her mouth opened in rapture, her small beautifully shaped lips opening
to reveal her perfect teeth as she breathed in deeply.
‘Yes my young man,’ she thought, you will suit me wonderfully well and
if you are a good boy, reap your reward… but under firm control.
*
Stephen
I was awoken by one of the young nurses. I had managed to sleep,
possibly because of the lack of sleep during the night, but my sleep
had been fitful and troubled when at last I did manage to doze off.
I became aware of my childlike and vulnerable position as I felt the
nurse undo the buckle of the strap and her hand gently smooth over my
bared bottom. I blushed immediately as a second girl entered the room.
It was the young girl from the Center Principle’s office. Her pretty
lips widened into a smile as she saw my blushing face and bared bottom.
The nurse spoke as she released my waist from the strap. “Right this is
Miss Liz Bryson, she is going to supervise you while you have your
photograph taken. I blushed again as I heard her words. I was about to
ask why I was to be photographed, when the young girl spoke to me, her
voice firm and sharp.
“Did Sergeant Leander not tell you Stephen… Sweetie? You don’t question
the rules… got it?” I gasped as she reached underneath the bench and
tapped my flaccid penis with her fingertips. “Got it?”
I stammered unable to contain my shame in front of the young girl and
the nurse. “Er Yes… er miss… I won’t do it again.”
She deliberately tapped my penis one more time. “Good boy, that’s what
I like to hear.”
Another walk down the corridor with my hands clasped to my head ensued,
this time thankfully, with my penis soft and flaccid. They led me to a
large room which had camera lights and tripods of various descriptions
set up against a white roll backdrop. There were several large bodied
digital cameras mounted on tripods with wheeled dollies underneath
them, each with a different type of lens and matte-box.
The room had a large floor area with only a row of cupboards on one
wall, they were topped with a shiny surface upon which were flat
monitor screens and powerful looking computers.
Against the backdrop was a trestle with a padded surface and to the
side of the white roll background was a large measurement graphic which
had the various heights printed in large non-serif typography.
There was an open doorway further along the back-dropped wall. I stood
and waited as the door was closed behind me. The nurse left me with
Miss Bryson and walked through the open doorway. Miss Bryson stood in
front of me, her arms were folded across her breasts and she stood
looking at me. I dropped my head in shame at her unhurried appraisal of
my naked form. I was standing with my legs together and my hands upon
my head as she stepped towards me and put her hand upon my cheek,
making sure that I looked her in the eyes as she spoke.
“Right my little Honey-bunch… I am going to photograph you. You may be
wondering why, so as it is not a secret, I will tell you. The records
of your crime are kept along with a photograph of your punishment,
copies of which are sent to the court. You have to remember that you
are now a convicted criminal and as such will be held on record for the
rest of your life.”
I looked at her pretty face, blushing as she continued to speak softly
to me.
“The photographs along with the disc recording of your punishment will
also show that you were punished properly and fairly and that no other
part of your body was hurt.” I blushed as I realised that my strapping
had been recorded. I had not been aware of any cameras at the time of
my punishment.
“The fact that we have these photographs and recordings ensures that
our naughty boys and girls are too embarrassed to reveal what
transpires at a Punishment Center… can you imagine the shame of your
friends seeing you screaming, while a pretty girl straps your little
bottom.”
I coloured up again, my lips trembled as her eyes fixed on mine. “I can
see that you are no different; embarrassed are we Sweetie?”
My attention was drawn to the doorway, which I could see over her
shoulder. To my dismay the Sergeant, who had strapped me, walked into
the room followed by all four of the nurses. I trembled in humiliation
as they approached me.
Miss Bryson, looked over her shoulder and then turned back to me, her
eyes looking at me curiously. “Timid little fellow aren’t you… never
mind, let’s get this job done.”
The nurses came to stand either side of me as Miss Bryson left me and
walked over to the camera equipment. It was Sergeant Leander that
stepped in front of me and casually placed her hand on my shoulder.
Her attire was the same as she had been wearing at my induction. She
fingered the cattle prod that was holstered in her belt and looked at
me her eyes, searching my face. “OK Honey… you’re going to be
embarrassed whether you like it or not. You ought to realise straight
away, that we have the power to fasten you down and deliver another
four strokes to that bottom of yours. I know you wouldn’t want that so
I am advising you to do what we say, quickly… and without fuss or
comment.”
“What do you do Sweetie Pie?”
I could not keep the tremor from my voice as I looked at her pretty
face. I had a peculiar feeling as I realised it was those pretty hands
that had held the strap and beaten me so cruelly.
“I… er will… er obey…er quickly and.. er without fuss or comment…er
miss.” I could feel tears in my eyes as I looked at her. For some
reason I wanted her to put her arms around me and comfort me. Instead
she reached forward, her hand moving quickly between my legs, and took
a gentle but firm hold of my testicles. Her fingers felt cool and
smooth against my shaven scrotum. I gasped and shivered as her fingers
enveloped my testicles.
“Don’t move.” She commanded sternly she squeezed once and then let me
go.
“Argghh.” I gasped as I felt the firm pressure of her fingers.
“OK Honey, first shot. Take your hands from your head and go to the
trestle over there. Bend right over the bench. Spread your legs as wide
as you can and rest the palms of your hands on the floor, with your
hips resting on the padding. I am not going to help you… you are going
to do it yourself… what are you going to do?”
I blushed, my face burning with shame and my lips trembling as I
answered her. “Er… please miss… I am going to bend over the bench.. er
with my legs spread apart and my er… hands on the floor.”
She stroked my cheek gently and smiled at me. What a good boy… that’s
exactly right Sweetie… Now Miss Bryson is going to instruct you from
now on, I will be here with my little cattle prod in case you don’t
obey quickly enough for her. So come along Sweetie… get to it.”
I walked to the bench and took my hands from my head. I felt absolutely
foolish as the nurses and the young girl as well as the sergeant
watched me. I leaned over the padded trestle, knowing how stupid I must
have looked as I let myself almost fall over it. I parted my legs a
little, aware that my penis and testicles were hanging down on their
side of the bench. I waited for the inevitable instruction to open my
thighs even further.
Instead there was silence as I planted the palms of my hands flat
against the floor. I was blushing and trembling as I heard the camera
being wheeled forward. I remained bent over the bench with my head
hanging down, and my eyes tightly shut in shame.
The sudden shock and pain of the open palmed slap made me cry out.
“Argghhhhh.” I opened my eyes and tried to turn my head as a second
slap was administered over my tender and tortured bottom cheeks.
“I warned you honey… legs well apart.” I looked to the side where the
voice of the sergeant had come from… and realised that it had not been
the sergeant who had slapped me, but Miss Bryson.
I gasped as her soft hand stroked gently over my stinging buttocks. Her
voice sounded amused as she felt over my burning bottom cheeks. “Right
Sonny… spread ’em until they ache.
Got it Honey?”
I blushed as I stretched my legs wider than I had ever thought I was
able.
“Well done Honey-bunch, she drawled as I heard the camera fire quickly,
the shutter sounding a muffled chatter as it took multiple shots.
I was aware that the nurses had moved closer. They seemed to be
familiar with the routine as two of them placed their hands on my
shoulders.
Before I could protest I felt the embarrassment and shame of my
buttocks being parted. The other two nurses had each slipped both hands
between the cheeks of my bottom, their hands pulling from either side
as they proceeded to stretch my buttocks widely apart.
“Arghhh… oooooohhhhh.” I could not contain my anguish as I was
stretched wide open while the camera whirred and chattered as another
series of images was digitally recorded.
They held me in that position long after the camera had stopped and I
began to wonder why I was still being held when, suddenly I saw from
between my legs, the young girl approach me. I felt her hands gently
touch my penis and testicles which hung down from between my widely
spread thighs. She took a firm hold of my testicles and proceeded to
tap her fingers against the tip of my penis. I could only gasp and
groan in utter misery as I was stretched wide while the fingers of the
young girl deftly aroused my penis.
“Arghhhhhhh… oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I could not help myself…
I felt humiliated beyond belief as I felt my penis stirring. I felt her
gentle gingers, slip the foreskin back to uncover the glans. She let go
of my testicles and applied both hands diligently to my penis,
skilfully eliciting a sexual response from my member which responded
against my will, to the soft and insistent touch of her fingers.
I was blushing a bright red by the time she took her hands away. I
heard the camera whir and then felt the nurses release the pressure of
their hands upon the cheeks of my bottom. I was gasping in relief as
they helped up from the trestle. My legs and back were aching as I
stood shamefaced in an upright position. The sergeant and one of the
nurses moved the trestle to the wall, away from the backdrop. I blushed
again as I looked down at my penis which was now jutting out from my
body. I could feel the hardened flesh ache, bobbing up and down in a
constant throbbing, over which I had no control.
One of the dark haired nurses gently stroked her hand over my cheek and
looked me in the eye.
“Don’t worry, it will get better Sweetie.” Her voice was soft and
tender as she looked at me with an expression of concern on her pretty
face. She turned and followed the Sergeant and the other nurses through
the doorway to, what I presumed, was another room.
I was left alone with Miss Bryson, who left me no time to ponder as she
took my arm and led me over to the white back-drop. She stood me facing
the white paper, with my back turned towards the camera.
I could feel her breath on my back as she stood behind me and placed
her hands gently on my hips. “Now Stephen, I want you to stretch your
arms out above your head and stay in that position until I tell you to
do otherwise.” I felt the feathery touch of her fingers delicately
touching each side of my waist and then chest, as she ran her hands
upwards to correct the position of my arms, as I stretched them out
above my head.
“That’s the way… now stay as you are.”
I heard rather than saw her return to the camera and take more pictures
and then her footsteps as she approached me again. To my horror, she
placed both hands on my waist and then slid them around to my tummy and
downwards, her slender fingers, familiarly and deftly, taking hold of
my erect penis and cupping my testicles. I could feel her breasts
pressing against my back as she leaned forward, her cheek brushing
under my outstretched arms as she examined my genitals.
“OK Honey… turn around and face the camera, keep your arms stretched
upwards, just as you are.”
I blushed as she squeezed my penis before letting go of my genitals. I
felt dizzy with shame as I turned towards her as she looked at me from
behind the large digital camera.
“A smile is optional.” She said mischievously as looked down into the
viewfinder. I coloured up instantly, aware that her photograph would
record the foolishness of my position, with my penis erect and my
blushing face squeezed between my two up-stretched arms. I began to
tremble as I realised the full extent of my shameful exposure to the
camera. She finished her series of digital images and approached me
once more this time she was carrying a large card, which was shaped
like the number plate of a car. I could not help colouring up again as
stood before me. To be handled and ordered around by such a young girl
was so embarrassing that I hung my head in shame.
I was acutely aware of the juxtaposition between my nakedness and the
trim and attractive appearance of the young girl in front of me. I
noticed that she had undone a further button of her blouse to reveal
the plump soft contours of the upper part of her breasts. Although her
demeanour was one of efficiency, I felt sure that she was extracting
pleasure from my shame and embarrassment.
“OK Sweetie, stand in front of the height chart facing the camera and
hold this, come on you can take your arms down now. She handed me the
card and watched me blush furiously as I read it. ‘Stephen Ryder’ was
printed in bold letters across the top and underneath in smaller
letters it read: ‘Punished for Driving while unfit through Drink.’
She held my arm as I stood facing the camera and then adjusted my
position until I was holding the placard across my chest. Casually she
cupped my testicles as she spoke to me.
“Stay as you are now and don’t move until I have finished.” Her hand
left my testicles and she casually smoothed her fingers around my
freshly shaven pubic area. I groaned in dismay as she tapped her
fingers lightly under my erect penis, making it bob up and down.
“Well honey… if you insist in having your penis erect… then that is how
you will go on record.”
I groaned in dismay.. “Please er… Miss couldn’t you er… wait a minute
er…” I was shaking with embarrassment as I pleaded.
“Look Sweetie, I can’t help you, you’re the one with his willy sticking
out for the whole world to see. So stay exactly as I have positioned
you and don’t move… you obviously want everyone to know what a dirty
little boy you are.”
I trembled in shame as she took a series of photographs and then made
me put the placard down and stand sideways. I could feel tears in my
eyes as she moved the camera closer to me. I was acutely aware that my
penis was standing upwards in front of the measuring graphic as she
continued to take a long series of exposures.
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