The Professional Babysitting Service

The Professional Babysitting Service - Book 2

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BOOK TWO

It was at the end of her morning lessons, that Roberta saw that Antonia Blaise was still working at her desk. She seemed to be deliberately hanging back. Of all the girls in the class, Antonia was the one girl that knew exactly what she wanted to be and was working hard towards her goal. Her desk was next to Philips. An ideal pairing for both of them as they both worked hard and did not chatter during class.

Roberta looked across at her and caught her eye. “Everything alright, Antonia?” The girl got up and walked towards her. “Ahem, well Miss Walker, I was hoping to have a word, if I will not be keeping you from your lunch.” Roberta smiled as she came to stand by her desk. She had been right!

“This is none of my business. But you know I want to be a reporter... and you know that I am inquisitive and keep my eyes and ears open. So... you don’t need to confirm this because I am fairly sure that I already know.” She paused.

“You were instructed to paddle Philip Collins yesterday, for not handing in his History assignment.” The girl did manage to look at Miss Walker for confirmation. Roberta was taken aback and realised that she didn’t really have a quick enough reaction to fence off the enquiring look.

Antonia quickly took her facial expression as confirmation.

“That being the case Miss Walker, I think I know the circumstances.”

Roberta was intrigued. She smiled. “How is it, that you style yourself, in the school magazine? ‘Toni Blaise’? So, is this a genuine ‘Toni Blaise investigation’?” She smiled at the girl.

“Yes, Miss it is. Although it was happenstance, in the first instance. Can I tell you what I know?”

“Yes, I would love to hear what you have to say.” Roberta knew that the girl would not prolong or deviate from her narrative.

“On Tuesday morning I was about to enter this classroom just after eight-thirty a.m. I saw Emma and Claire Dixon, looking at what I thought was their pupil review. These, were piled upon your desk. I did not want them to know that I had witnessed that... and I would never have mentioned it. However, when I saw the History assignment that you gave back to Philip, I saw that it was very similar to the pupil reports. So, I asked myself, what if the folder that they had replaced in the pile... was not actually being replaced but was really Philip’s missing history assignment being slipped into the middle of the pile of reviews?”

Antonia did not smirk or look clever. Her expression was serious and pragmatic.

“I asked Philip, if the assignment, that was now laid on his desk, was the original or the copy, that he had brought with him that morning? He told me that it was the original. I didn’t want to embarrass him, as he is always blushing over something. But I did want to know if he had been punished and if so, what the punishment was for. So, I blundered in. I said to him. Did, Miss Walker Paddle you for not handing in your assignment? He did his usual blushing act and told me, that it was for not handing it in personally. Then he managed to tell me that he had been so proud of it that he had put it on your desk at eight, that morning. He said his vanity had been the culprit.” She smiled at Roberta. “I think that his vanity had two accomplices.”

Roberta was happy. She could have picked the young girl up and kissed her. “Antonia, will you write me a report. In your usual style and give it to me as soon as possible. Only make sure that you don’t put your by-line on it. You will be MY anonymous source.” Antonia looked at her shrewdly.

“On one condition, Miss Walker. If you never ever call me Antonia again. There is, somewhere in the school administration office, a letter from my parents, requesting that I am called ‘Toni’. I do not answer my parents if they call me by anything else.”

Roberta laughed. She was happy, oh, so happy. “Toni, not only will I call you Toni, I will find that letter and get Miss Soames to memo it to all staff by the end of the day. When can I have your report?”

Toni smiled and walked to her desk. She came back with two typewritten sheets and handed them to Miss Walker. “One is signed by me and dated. You will need a document in case there is any disagreement. The other is an anonymous report, but in the first person... as a witness. I knew that you would need those.”

Roberta held out her hand. “You have a deal, Toni Blaise, Ace Reporter!” They shook hands.

Miss Soames was seated behind her desk. There was an unusual lightness to her persona that morning. Roberta felt that possibly, Miss Soames was enjoying the situation as much as she was.

“So, Miss Walker, this is my strategy. Please feel free to comment if you think that there is a better way of doing this. I will make them two offers. The first, will involve telling their father and divesting them of their prefecture. The second will be keeping their prefecture but increasing their punishment.” She paused and looked at Roberta, who was enjoying the concise and intelligent mind of her principal.

“The first, will be a confession to say that they were looking at the ‘Pupil Review’ papers. These are confidential and contain personal details. This is punishable by expulsion. If I were to be lenient, it would still mean loss of privileges and a well-publicised request to the governors for a stay of expulsion, pending good behaviour. Unfortunately, it would mean that I would also offer to return Mr Dixon’s generous donation.

The second confession would be the true one, I believe.

They would confess to deliberately misplacing Philip Collin’s History assignment. This would carry a far lesser penalty. Either... stripping them of their prefecture along with eight strokes of the paddle. Or alternatively they could retain their prefect status but receive twelve strokes of the paddle.”

Roberta was delighted. She smiled warmly at Miss Soames. “A masterstroke, Miss Soames if you will pardon the pun. There is only one alternative which, would preclude telling their father.” She smiled again as she detected the faintest whimsy of a smile from Miss Soames. “Are you going to see them together or separately?”

Miss Soames, bright intelligent eyes looked at her with respect.

“Yes, I did have to ponder that. They are bright and know each other as well as they know themselves. So, I will see them together. Let them know, in no uncertain terms, that they are well and truly caught. I will leave them for five minutes to see which confession they sign and which punishment they choose. I bet it takes them far less than five minutes to come to a decision.”

Roberta got up from her seat in the Principal’s office and spoke with serious sincerity. “Miss Soames, may I say with the utmost respect and admiration. That it is a delight to work under you. I admire you, and I find you an inspiration. I look forward to receiving your decree. It will be a most just and fulfilling retribution for a very mean-spirited act.”

It was no surprise to Roberta when a note was delivered by one of the senior prefects to her as she sat in front of her class.

“Emma and Claire Dixon, Miss Soames wondered whether she might have a word with you.”

Roberta had kept her voice light and knew that the girls would have no inkling as to what the Principal might want of them. After all, their family was known to have helped the school in many ways, and as the prom was coming up soon, they would certainly assume that it might be something to do with this.

She did risk a quick look at Toni Blaise as the girls walked out. She had glanced up but had not revealed anything in her expression. It was several moments later, that a second note was delivered to her. She also knew what this would say. She left it for about twenty minutes. “Philip Collins, the nurse would like to see you for a few moments. Just routine I am told.”

She watched him blush, but he did not look too concerned as he left the room. Roberta knew that the boy had been so thoroughly probed and examined by the nurse after she had left the surgery yesterday, that he would assume that there was not an inch of him that had been left unscrutinised.

She had to give Claire Dixon her due as she came back into the classroom and brought a note from the Principal. Roberta thought that she must have rehearsed what she was going to say, well before she got to the classroom. Her voice was confident, and she walked with her usual authority. “Miss Walker, Miss Soames asked me to give you this. Emma has gone ahead, and I will go and join her now, if that would be to your liking.”

So, she thought. The prefecture stays in place... and the bottom suffers. Roberta wondered if she could have carried that off with such aplomb. To be truthful, she did not think that she would have done half as well. With that kind of front, no wonder the Dixon family were successful.

“Yes Claire, that will be fine. In fact,” she paused, “...to save you waiting outside, let me give you the key.” She looked in her drawer and retrieved the key to room four. Both she and Claire knew, that the class would have no idea what the key was for.

The class ended ten minutes later. Roberta, just caught the wisp of a smile on Toni Blaise’s lips as she walked with the rest of the pupils out of the classroom.

Roberta walked to room four. She did not hurry or give much thought to what she was about to do. She had planned every second of the just retribution that was about to descend upon the bared bottom of the Dixon twins.

She entered the room to see Claire and Emma standing in the centre of the room. Their normal confident attitude seemed to have been subdued by the austerity and grim purpose of room four. She switched on all of the lights, including those that spot-lighted the punishment area. She then crossed over to her desk and seated herself behind it. She was pleased to see that Claire and Emma had moved to both stand in front of her. Their legs astride and their hands behind their backs.

She raised her head to look at them before taking the principal’s note from her pocket and slitting it open with her thumb-nail, she bent her head to read the contents.

Miss Walker, please administer twelve (12) strokes of the paddle to the bared buttocks of Claire Dixon and twelve (12) strokes of the paddle to the bared buttocks of Emma Dixon.

Please inform them that should there be any recalcitrance from either of them, then: they will both forfeit their prefecture.

On receipt of their punishment they will attend my study and collect a letter which, they will give to their mother, Mrs Ivanka Dixon.

The crafty Miss Soames. How dare she think that? The most clever, intuitive and thorough Miss Soames. Had laid in front of her, the trump card. Don Dixon, would never find out that his daughters had been close to expulsion, but their mother would!

Roberta looked up at the two girls. She knew that they could probably read enough upside down to have seen the figure twelve. Well, she thought. Let them stew for a moment, they still have a surprise to come.

Francis had timed her entrance perfectly. She pushed the reluctant boy in front of her until they were standing well within the room. Roberta saw that Claire and Emma, both looked shocked as they saw Philip Collins. He was blushing of course, but Nurse Friedman had made sure that he stood next to her desk so that the girls could see him.

She addressed him immediately. “Philip Collins please stand up straight and listen to what I am about to say to you.” She did not smile at him but did nod in his direction.

“You are not in trouble Philip, but I have something to say to you. You were punished in this room on Tuesday for not handing in your history assignment. Claire and Emma Dixon, officiated at your punishment. They observed you receiving twelve strokes of the paddle upon your bared buttocks.”

She paused for a moment and looked at the girls before turning her attention back to Philip.

“Claire and Emma Dixon have been awarded twelve strokes of the paddle each for deliberately hiding your assignment... from me... and thus setting into motion your punishment. I want you to stay and witness their punishment. It will add to their shame and humiliation, just as their presence added to yours. And, Philip, you will be helping them to see the error of their ways. You will be helping them, in making their punishment far more salutary.”

Roberta could see that both Claire and Emma were ready to expostulate in horror at the thought, that Philip Collins should see them naked and being paddled. Roberta could see them thinking of how openly exposed Philip had been during his punishment. They were red-faced and trembling at the thought of this further humiliation.

My God! He will be able to see everything. Every little bit, between our legs. Our breasts... eeow... our legs spread wide. Our distress... crying and screaming. Twelve strokes... oh... my God, twelve strokes, with him seeing every one of them. Oh... no! It’s not twelve strokes, my God... it’s twenty-four strokes. How can we stand that? Oh, we will die of shame... we will absolutely die. He will be able to see between our legs and then see the paddle slap against our beautiful, beautiful bared bottoms. Oh no, oh no, no, no. please heavenly please no! Not in front of Philip.

Roberta continued. She was certainly enjoying the distress that this new element had brought to the proceedings. How delicious to see them squirm as they were suddenly on the other end of the hook. Wriggling and squirming.

“Now Philip, during this punishment, I am awarding you the status of prefect. Therefore; as a prefect you will be required to fasten them to the frame and administer an antiseptic lotion to their bottoms. You will know how to do it. You will do it in exactly the same way that it was applied to your bare bottom. So, we shall begin.”

She turned towards Claire and Emma. She could not look at Philip’s blushing face any longer. She thought that there was a possibility that the boy might faint of embarrassment.

“Claire and Emma Dixon. You have each been awarded twelve strokes of the paddle upon your bared buttocks. Should you show any hesitation or reluctance to obey any of the instructions you are given, I will have the option to increase the number of strokes and the Principal as decreed that you both be stripped of your authority - and that your father be immediately informed of that fact.” She took a breath and continued.

“The nurse will now strip you until you are bare. Then you will be fastened to the frame. You may then choose between you, which of you will receive the paddle first.”

“Nurse... will you...”

Roberta was suddenly interrupted by Philip Collins. His voice was clear and showed no hesitation as he spoke. His words were methodical and well put together.

“Miss Walker. I am sorry, but I do not wish to witness Claire and Emma being punished. I bear them no ill will or animosity. It was my fault I was punished. I disobeyed the rules... and it was my pride and vanity, that made me disobey them. You taught me a lesson which I will never forget. Claire and Emma are to be punished, but I could not bear for them to see me watching them. I like them... and..., although they do not like me, it is no reason for me to add to their distress. Miss Walker may I respectfully decline. I wish them no ill. Please Miss Walker, respectfully... may I?

Roberta was inordinately proud of her young protégé. Where had he found the courage? She had not ordered him to witness the girl’s punishment. But it was tantamount to an order - and he had refused, and in the process, shown chivalry. He had demonstrated a great deal of bravery too, in such an intense situation. Even to interrupting her proceedings.

She looked at him kindly. “Philip, you have been mature and respectful. So, I must, in return, respect your wishes. You may go. But I think Claire and Emma at least owe you a debt of gratitude. Philip turned to Emma and Claire and spoke to them, before his courage deserted him. “You don’t owe me anything. I am sorry for you, I wish you both well.”

He had turned and left the dreadful room, before anyone could speak. As soon as he had gone. Nurse Francis Friedman moved forward.

“Stand up straight both of you.” She proceeded with a well-practiced hand to undress first Emma and then Claire. They had never been examined at school. They had always opted for their family’s own private doctor, whenever medicals were due. Francis was intrigued to see that they had both been waxed thoroughly. Each pubic mound was plump, and the pronounced wedges of delicious flesh shone under the bright lights of room four. Their skin was beautifully pampered, firm but soft. They both looked exquisite, she thought.

Roberta had similar thoughts as she altered her plans on the fly. “Right, which one of you is first?” Emma stepped forward, her naked body was trembling with fright and shame. Both in equal quantities. “Right, Emma stand in front of the frame. Claire as you are the only duty prefect, you will fasten Emma in. You know the drill, now do it.”

Nurse Francis Friedman looked intrigued. She had seen the results of a pupil’s punishment, but never the act.

Both Roberta and Francis watched as Claire helped her sister into the knee supports. She looked somewhat horrified as she realised that the horizontal bar seemed much lower. She moved around the bar as Emma stretched her arms out along the surface. She saw that Emma’s buttocks were much higher in the air with her head much lower as she rested against the bar. Roberta’s voice was clear as she called to Claire. “You will not be helping your sister, if you don’t have those straps tight behind the knees.” She watched as Claire moved around and tightened them.

Stand back then Claire, while the nurse attends to your sister’s bared bottom. “Nurse Friedman, I would like this girls bottom and thighs well covered with antiseptic liquid. It is in the medicine cabinet over there. It is quick drying, so your hands will not be greasy.” Francis got her meaning instantly. No rubber gloves for you then my girl.

Roberta looked at Claire. “Stand on that side so that you can see your sister’s punishment. Legs astride and hands behind your head. You may think that it is worse having to watch the punishment that you will be receiving next. Well I have decided that Emma will receive six strokes of the paddle first. Then you will receive six strokes, when Emma has fastened you to the frame... and then the whole thing will be repeated again. Do you hear that Emma, so don’t think I have finished when you have only received six! There will be six more to come!”

Emma seemed to be sobbing quietly in dread of what was to come, now she realised that she would have to stand and watch her sister receive six strokes and then know that she would be getting six more immediately after. How cruel!

Claire had realised that there would be a gap in between. Maybe some of the sting will have gone, and I will be able to bear it better. She thought hopefully.

Roberta Walker, prided herself on fairness and parity. But she knew that the wait in between the first six and the last six, would have nullified the benefit of any numbness that a recipient feels when receiving twelve strokes. The flesh would have become fully sensitised again by the time the buttocks were assaulted by the second set of six cruel wallops of the paddle. But there was no other way - when two pupils were made to witness each other’s punishment.

She watched as Francis began to anoint the young girl’s naked buttocks. Her long and slender fingers delved between the widely-spread cheeks of the trembling girl. Then Francis began to apply the liquid lower down. Her hand deftly slipped through the juncture of the thighs and over her pubic mound. She began working with both hands, letting her fingers roam wickedly. She was deliberately arousing the girl, but also letting her know that she was completely exposed to whatever she decided to do. Exposed and completely helpless.

Emma was groaning as her flesh was brought alive. She could feel the fingers delve between her buttocks roaming up and down the crevice, before sliding wickedly between the plump lips of her labia. She shivered as her clitoris seemed to be trapped between two of the nurse’s fingers. She knew that she was being expertly and thoroughly aroused. My God, is this what we were doing to Philip?

Francis gave one last round of slurping liquid to buttocks and thighs. She could feel the girl’s swollen clitoris rub against her fingers again, as she pushed her upturned palms between her thighs. She had covered everywhere from the crook of the knee to the base of the spine. Inside and outside of each thigh, even lifting the buttocks as she ploughed her delicate hands over the flesh. She knew that the girl was fully aroused as she got up off her knees.

“She is ready for punishment Miss Walker.”

Roberta walked to the cabinet, she picked up the same paddle that she had used upon Philip. She was aware that Claire could not take her eyes from the black leather paddle as she stood behind Emma’s fully raised and widely splayed bottom cheeks.

“Stand up straight Claire. There will be no slouching while I apply the paddle to your sister.”

She watched as Claire straightened her back. Her body was held prettily as her breasts stretched upwards while she pulled her elbows back to fully clasp her hands behind her head. She waited with baited breath as Miss Walker drew back her arm and then brought the paddle down swiftly against her sister’s upturned bottom cheeks.

“Slaaaapp.”

“Hissss, Hoooo... ooooohhh... oh, oh, oh, oh.”

The tension of the wait while her buttocks were bathed, had lulled Emma into a state of blissful arousal. The sting and severity of the paddle against her buttocks had taken her completely by surprise. My... the pain. Oh, how painful it is. She could feel her heart race. She found herself counting the seconds before the next stroke. Here it comes she thought. She was better prepared, but her flesh seemed to reawaken the sting of the first stroke although she knew that this one was to be applied lower down upon her bottom cheeks

Slaaaappp!

Ah...oooOOHH. Oh, oh... it..it’s... oh.”

My God, the next one is the thighs... I know it is, Oh, time’s up... that’s it here it comes.

“Slaaaaaaaappppp.”

“Arrrhhh.... Oooohhhh hhhhoooo... misssss... ah, ah, ah ah ah!”

The tip of paddle seemed to have been drawn across her flesh. How has she managed that she must have flattened her swing. I can’t bear it... It really is too much. Oh, poor Claire, she is having to watch and then... oh.

“Slaaaaaaappppp!!!”

“OoooooooOOOOOOH. NoooooOOOH. Ah, ah ah, ah, ah, ahh.”

I must bear it... I must... was Philip making more noise than me? Will Claire, be dreading this? Oh....oh. Where is the next... one... oh... where... too late.

Slaaaaaaappppp.

“Hoooo..ohh...aarrrhhhh... nn’’nnnooooo.”

Oh... God, the next one is the thighs again. I nooooo .... Oh, that is so hard.

“Slaaaaaaaaaappppp.”

“OoooooooooooOOOOOHHHHHHH... OooooOH. Pleeeeease... noooohhh”

That’s it.... Nooo more for me. I will run away... I am not getting in here again... no more for me. She must have been hitting me harder... it is unbearable... no one can stand any more of that. Oh... my god... has she scarred me... god what about my bottom and thighs... oh.

“We will wait ten minutes Emma, before you are unfastened. You are to remain where you are Claire.”

Roberta thought that the girl had done well. Perhaps she was trying to protect her sister. It is a strong bond between twins. She could see that the girl was sobbing quietly. She bent down behind her and let her hand roam over the upturned globes of her buttocks. The flesh was deliciously smooth. She thought of how well she might do next time. Yes, six was a good lesson, but twelve for the soft flesh of a girl’s bottom? And it would be sensitive my word, she would feel the next ones.

“Right Claire, that was just over ten minutes, you may release Emma. You are not to touch her bottom and nor is she. Please make sure that she understands. One extra stroke for any infringement. Understand?”

Claire already sounded contrite. “Yes, Miss Walker.

She moved around to Emma, standing against her head. “Emma you are not allowed to touch your bottom. I will give you one extra stroke for each time that you do. You have been warned.”

Roberta watched the girls. Their naked bodies pressed against each other, to comfort their sister, instead of the words that they were longing to say to each other, as Claire helped Emma to stand up. Her face was streaming with tears as she stood where Claire had been standing. “Place your hands behind your head and stand with your legs astride. There will be no leniency if you touch your bottom.”

Emma stood as she was told. She was absolutely dying to touch her bottom, to assuage the pain from her punished flesh. The sting still seemed to be building.

My God. How on earth am I to stand another six of those. The pain is so invasive, it creeps along your body to other places. That infernal wait. That certain knowledge of when and where the stroke would be applied. Whose idea was it to hide Philip Collins stupid History Assignment?

She watched as the nurse buckled the straps behind Claire’s knees. How widely splayed are those cheeks? Were mine like that, they must have been. The cheek of that nurse. Was she really supposed to do all that? But! Oh God. That’s exactly what we did to Philip... and we watched his penis as it got stiff. Did we really do that to him? What will she do when we are finished. Will she be putting the cream on us... ah! Oh no, surely not like we did to Philip?

“This is your first six Claire. The nurse will put antiseptic on your flesh. Then I will commence.” Roberta watched as Francis kneeled down behind the girl’s widely spread thighs. Francis did not look up but went straight to her task. She knew that Emma was watching her, and that she would obviously know just how thoroughly her sister would be caressed and probed and generally stimulated. She was glad that she was watching. She would make sure that she was even more thorough.

Francis was delighted with the girl’s bodies and was really enjoying her subjugation of them. She enjoyed arousing girls just as much as boys. She was an expert with both. She let her hands roam freely, hearing the girl gasp as she prodded her sphincter and then trailed her fingers down the smooth crevice of her buttocks. Then turning her palm upwards and sliding it deliciously over the young girl’s pudenda. She cupped the soft yielding mound and let her fingers gently plough through the twin, nestling slices of firm flesh.

She heard her moans and gasps in ragged response as she diligently covered every inch of the girl’s nether region. Francis, over her time as a school nurse and studiously honed her skill in arousing the senses of boys and girls during their examinations. She loved doing it and she made no exceptions. She knew a thousand different ways to titillate the flesh, even to the point where it was straining to reacquaint itself with her all-knowing fingers.

She patted the girl’s quivering buttocks and stood up. She had left the girl with her clitoris fully exposed - and vibrantly on the point where just another few strokes would have caused her to orgasm. It was a cruel state of sexual arousal, without fulfilment. “There we are Miss Walker. She should be resilient even to broken skin.” Roberta winked, knowing that Emma could not see her. She glanced across to Emma seeing her shiver at the mention of broken skin.

She did not speak again but picked up the paddle from her desk and stood behind the girl.

“Slaaaaaaaaaappppp.” The sound seemed to bounce off the walls. She saw Emma jump in fright and then look at her sister as she raised her head wailed.

“Hoo..oooh..oooooooooOOOOOHHHHHHH.”

Claire’s cry of anguish, was prolonged right up to the ten second interval.

“Slaaaaaaaappppppppp.”

“Ooooh... it’s too hard... oohhh nooo, not... this surely not... oh ah.”

She was interrupted by the third stroke. Her body was shuddering. Her legs were quivering as she strained against the pain.

“Slaaaaaaaaaaaaapppp.” Roberta had flattened the angle of the stroke so that it kissed both thighs as well as the under-part of her bottom cheeks.

Nooooooo....ooooohhhh...oh...noooo.ah.. no it’s.

Slaaaaaaaapppppppp. Claire had not stopped crying and her body shivered and shook equally as violently as her sister had. But Claire had kept her head raised. She seemed to be enveloped by the pain as the stroke fell again over the same area as the first.

“Slaaaaaaaaaaappppppp.”

Her body seemed to stiffen for a moment and then sagged. She began to sob loudly as Roberta counted the ten seconds.

“Slaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppp.” The response was immediate as the lower part of the buttocks and thighs were chastised for the second time. Claire had no idea how many strokes she had had and how many were to come she just knew that she could not possibly endure it.
Her thighs shivered and shook as the paddle had been cleverly slapped against her flesh. Impeccably tailoring the edge of the stroke to the last one.

“You will remain there for ten minutes. You may not speak to each other. Do you both hear me?”

The third part of the paddling continued. There were moments where both Claire and Emma were beyond endurance. Claire was near to fainting as she watched her sister receive the second six. She had watched in horror as her thighs quivered with the assault to her nerve endings.

Her final wail of anguish had made her gasp in disbelief at the cruelty of the leather paddle. She had watched her sister’s buttocks flatten and wriggle with such utter abandonment. Lewdly displaying her intimate openings with a reluctant and lascivious display. As if she was performing the most libidinous of sex acts, purposefully enticing her audience. It looked as if she had deliberately raised the cheeks of her bottom and spread her legs in a premeditated enticement to her punisher. Oh, Poor, poor Emma. Your beautiful soft skin, your beautiful bottom, marked with that horrible fat leather paddle.

My god will I be like that? Will they all watch me... my god and remember my every move? My widely spread legs, showing myself to them in a wanton display as I am thrashed without mercy!

Claire had begun shivering as she endured the interminable wait of thirty minutes, when she knew... dreadfully, that it would be her turn.

Emma’s bottom was not treated with cream. Instead she had been made to wait while Claire had received her last six strokes. She was not allowed to escape the sight of her sister’s punishment. She was made to stand as she had been made to stand for Claire’s first six strokes. Hands upon the back of her head. Elbows back. Legs, widely astride, as she faced the bared bottom of her sister.

Both Francis and Roberta had had to fasten Claire down. Such was her distress and complete horror, that she looked at Roberta pleadingly, as if to be spared. There was no respite and no let up as Roberta had taken her position. Claire did not manage to endure her punishment well. Her cries and pleas for mercy, wailed and resounded throughout the room. Emma had nearly fainted as the last three strokes were administered to her sister’s buttocks and thighs. Claire’s tormented cries of distress and abject pity distressed Emma visibly.

The slap of paddle and the cries of the punished, seemed intense within the room and yet, Roberta knew that not one sound had escaped from room four. The corridor was as quiet and as if it were night time.

Whereas Emma had prepared for each stroke of her second set of six strokes. Timing the interval and knowing where they would be placed. Claire was completely unaware that the last stroke had been administered. The whole of her buttocks and the tops of her thighs were a desert of burning, unrelenting pain. She seemed to be still awaiting another stroke as Roberta placed her hand on her back and spoke to her. “You will remain there for thirty minutes.” Roberta turned and walked out of the room. Confident that Francis would be quite uninhibited without her presence in room four.

Francis took Emma to Miss Walkers desk and made her bend over it. Nonchalantly she applied the antiseptic cream in large globules. There was no subtlety and no pretence as Francis quickly brought her to the heights of sexual sensation. Not just once, but again and again, during her sister’s enforced wait of thirty minutes. Emma’s body writhed and trembled as Francis admonished her. “Keep still, you are a naughty child. I will ask Miss Walker to come back and spank you, if you do not keep still for me.”

Francis casually applied her fingers and initiated the girl’s orgasm. With utter indifference to Emma’s gyrations she prolonged her climax. Deft touches and slippery fingers, had left the young girl bereft of any respite from her frighteningly intense and overwhelming sexual peak. After the most earth-shattering orgasm she had ever experienced, she laid like a broken doll over the surface of the desk. Her breathing was deep and panting as she tried to gather her senses. Francis stroked her hand over her back and shoulders as she spoke to her. “All over now sweetheart, just relax while I see to your sister.”

Francis was able to prolong Claire’s sexual stimulation for much longer than she had Emma. The girl was in the ideal captive position for Francis to apply her busy fingers. The subtle but overwhelming arousal seemed so prolonged that Claire was shivering and shaking in sexual torment seemingly without end.

Francis had used subtle and gentle caresses interspaced with a firm prodding or squeezing. Sometimes, spearing Claire’s sphincter with two slippery fingers, other times, pinching the lips of her labia or perhaps switching to the firm squeezing of her clitoris. Her technique of gentle then firm, then gentle, then fierce... had the girl trembling uncontrollably. Finally, she had casually reached underneath her and squeezed her clitoris and nipple at the same time. The culmination of the girl’s sexual assault was accomplished by Francis rapidly raking her fingers in a tidal-wave over the firm, exposed nub of Claire’s engorged clitoris. She did not stop until the girl went into a stricture of hyperventilation. Francis stroked and caressed her and then fetched her sister to console her.

Francis eventually unstrapped Claire and along with her sister helped her up. She noticed as the girls dressed they did not put on their thongs. She reminded them of their immediate appointment with Miss Soames. “You will also be sent a note to report to the nursing station. It will state the time and day of your appointments in my surgery. DO NOT MISS THAT!”

Claire and Emma stood together in the quadrangle as they waited for their car. They stood aloof and alone. They did not speak to each other on their journey instead they held each other’s hand, just like the little girls they really were. They were both shocked as they walked into the kitchen to see that their mother was waiting for them. She held out her hand. “The letter please!” Both Emma and Claire blushed as Emma passed the letter to her grim-faced mother.

“You will both go to the exercise room. You will strip naked and lay over the massage table. You are in disgrace... and you are a disgrace. Do not speak to me. I don’t wish to hear from you. I shall come and inspect your bottoms. You have five minutes. Go!”

Ivanka waited a few minutes more than she had stated. She had been seething with anger and disgust since the almost hour-long phone call, where Miss Walker had introduced herself... and then told her every detail of the course of events. Ivanka had liked the forthright way in which she had been told - and had suggested meeting with Miss Walker on the following Saturday morning.

Ivanka read the brief letter from her friend, Miss Soames, stating the punishment details and the offence. She entered the home gymnasium to see her daughters’ bared bottoms, prominently displayed as they both lay, side by side, bent fully over the black leather massage table.

Emma was the nearest to her as Ivanka took the riding crop from behind her back and slashed Emma’s buttocks three times. The speed of the strokes gave the girl no time to respond as she sank to the floor, her buttocks in agony. Claire was not quick enough to turn, as three rapid strokes slashed across her buttocks. She sank to the floor, rubbing her bottom cheeks violently against the polished wood. She was almost in synchronisation with her sister’s anguished gyrations. “Each of you, go to your own room. Do not speak. I will be up to see you both presently. You disgust me, both of you!”

Ivanka visited both of the girls individually. She had expected the usual resentment and possibly anger at their treatment. However, she was surprised at the tears and the contrition that each girl displayed. But when each girl had cuddled up to her and kissed her in floods of tears and asked for her forgiveness, she actually wondered if she had got her fourteen-year-old daughters back. Instead of what they were fast becoming, which was haughty, mean and devious brats.

It was much later that she had allowed them down. They had showered carefully and were both wrapped in towels. She looked at their bottoms as they lay on their tummies by the huge hearth in the largest of the many sitting rooms. She could see that Miss Walker had paddled them efficiently and that there would be little if any bruising.

In contrast, her own rapid chastisement of their bottoms from the riding crop and raised wheals on both sides of each stroke. And worse, the skin had broken, where the tip of the crop had accelerated. She bathed both of their bottoms in antiseptic. Ivanka was not sorry that she had cropped them, and she was quite pleased that the marks would last for a long time. It would be a constant reminder, should they stray. It was some time before anyone spoke. It was Emma that broke the silence. “Mommy, did Miss Walker tell you everything?” Ivanka looked at her, there was no guile in her face, in fact she seemed younger and bereft of any attitude. “Yes darling, as far as I know. Why do you ask?”

Emma moved her naked body closer to her mother and rested her head upon her mother’s knees. “Did she tell you that she wanted Philip Collins to see us being punished?” Ivanka stroked her beautiful blonde hair. She could see that both girls were awaiting her reply. “Yes, she did. She said that she had made a mistake. And that she would have to apologise to the boy for presuming that he would be angry, but worse, that he would want revenge. I understand from her that he wanted neither and that he spoke up, before you were stripped by the nurse. Was that not correct?”

“No, Mom... that is exactly what happened. She misjudged him, but so did we. We were jealous of his work. We did not put much time in to our assignments... and certainly no effort. That is going to change. But I want to... oh... we want to thank him. Miss Walker said that we owed him a debt of gratitude. Philip said that we didn’t owe him anything... and although he liked us he realised that we didn’t like him.”

“Well darlings, why don’t you go up to him tomorrow, somewhere where he is on his own, and both thank him.”

“No mom, that’s not it.” Emma looked at Claire who nodded to her. “We do like him... I mean if we are truthful, and we do intend to always be truthful from now on. We like him a lot. We both think, well know, that he is the best-looking boy in school. He works hard, never talks, gossips or gets involved in any of the school’s little intrigues. He is really shy, so he keeps pretty much to himself. He has just got a girlfriend called Trish Noble, that’s our sitters daughter. So, before we talk to him, we should really talk to her. But mom, we both want to do something to make amends. Could we get him over or something, you know... one of your swim parties or something?”

Ivanka, sat quietly for a while. The girls knew she was thinking and so kept quiet.

“I presume, through Philip, that Trish Noble will know that you have been spanked. Wendy Noble certainly will know, when she looks after you next. So, don’t go and see Trish or Philip. Let me have a word with Wendy. In fact, she is due here tomorrow, so she will see your smacked botties then.”

Claire looked at her mother and rolled off her side to lay flat on her tummy. “Mom, this is more than a smacked botty and you know it.” Ivanka was really taken aback when, instead of the usual protest, Claire giggled.

“I can’t see it as well as you, Mom, but this is third degree torture. I am sorry to say that it took this much pain for us to see how mean we had been to Philip. I really hope he will forgive us.”

She looked at Emma and then her mother. “Mom, we’ve been mean to everyone. But, the worst is being mean to you. How could you ever love us again?” She burst into floods of tears. “Oh mom, this is not self-pity, I want you back, Mom and so does Emma.”

She looked at Emma to see tears streaming down her face. She faced her mother. “Oh, mom, we’re not sophisticated young, socialites, mom. We’re still little girls. We want you to love us back, mom. Like we used to be.” The tears flowed as they lay together in front of the hearth. They had moved closer and closer, basking back in their mother’s arms.

Ivanka had contacted Wendy Noble the next morning and they had met at Ivanka’s house. Ivanka was fond of Wendy. She trusted her implicitly and felt so reassured after she had agreed to look after the girls on Thursday evenings. They had exchanged confidences that were far more intimate than anyone could have envisaged. Wendy agreed to bring Trish with her that evening, so that she could talk to Emma and Claire.

Their greeting was nervous and tentative. Their initial conversation was just as delicate, as Emma and Claire began to explain.

“We just want to make up for everything that we did wrong. We needed to talk to you to ask... or to find out if you would be happy with that or that we are wrong-footed.”

Trish, quickly cut to the chase. “OK let’s get realistic. How many times did you make him spurt? Emma and Claire both blushed, something Trish had thought them incapable of. Claire was first to answer. “Twice. But it wasn’t right. I don’t just mean making him do it, but we sort of teased him... really all the stuff that we feel really guilty about.” Trish looked at then again.

“So, now you would like to repeat that experience... and do it over, but nicely?”
Emma looked at Trish ruefully.

“Yes, if we are honest, which is one of the things we have promised to be. But not like you put it. We want to give him a good time. But the most important thing is. We want him to know that we really like him... he thinks we don’t. We want to change that. Everyone knows he is the best-looking boy in school... well really anywhere. We want to make friends with him, I mean real, truly reliable friends. We want him to know we have changed. We have changed Trish. We want him to have fun with us ... and yes, we want to kiss his dick! There I’ve shocked you, just like you did me.”

For the first time Trish got the feeling that they really were changed girls. They had dropped the teenage brat attitude and really were on the level.

“So really Emma and Claire you wish to suck my boyfriend’s dick, so that he will know that you like him, is that it?” Claire and Emma giggled. They couldn’t stop. Emma spoke first. “Yeah, that is it... and all wrapped up in a pool party and stuff.” They giggled again with Trish joining in. Claire and Emma looked at her. “Here is the difficult bit, we want him on our own.” Trish smiled at them. “Next you will be telling me that you will take good care of him.” They all giggled.

Trish realised that she was really enjoying their company and knew from their behaviour and childish artlessness, that, at last, their past behaviour had been dumped. Well and truly. She believed it when Emma said. “We discovered last night, when we were with mom, that we were missing out on our childhood, and the fun that goes with it. You know, fourteen going on forty. It was just attitude... and who cares about attitude, apart from the stuck-up idiots, like us that practiced it. What a waste of time, instead of having fun. Yeah that’s it we missed the fun.”

Trish thought she had the last laugh as she made to leave. “Oh, I forgot to say. Jill and I will be babysitting you later this evening. That includes, little Tommy.”

Emma looked at her. She was intrigued and there was the seed of an idea in her mind. “Trish spare me a moment. Tell me about Jill, she seems pretty switched on at school. Thirteen to fourteen transition class, right?” She took Trish by the arm and walked off with her. “I’ve got stuff to ask... so listen.”

Claire and Emma were intrigued at the thought of their new babysitters. “What about Tommy? He was sixteen and stupid enough to be caught and blackmailed by us.” Claire looked at Emma. “You know Emma, I don’t care about that anymore. Let’s get rid of everything. We may think that Tommy is stupid. But we both know that he is a triple ‘A’ student. Well he was stupid enough to get caught with that stuff. But think about it. We never saw him smoke it. He just had it. I bet he was duped and hid it for one of his weird football buddies. He is not dumb, just socially inept. Let’s go ask him and tell him the good news about his babysitter.” The girls marched off to Tommy’s room.

“You have to think about it Claire. He never goes out and he is always in when we mess with him. He never complained about anything and he was never nasty, even when we really teased him, you know... above and beyond. Emma giggled. Hey, ‘Trembling New Leaf’ let’s start putting things right. We are knocking..., right?” Claire giggled. “What, are we really showing respect, to Thomas?” She suddenly looked serious. “OK, let’s get full marks for contrition.”

They heard Tommy answer straight after their knock. “Huwissit?” Claire opened the door to Tommy’s bedroom. He was laid on the bed with his TV controller in his hand. He was wearing chino’s and a shirt. His feet were bare, and he looked as if he needed a shower.

Tommy was a good-looking boy. At just a week before being sixteen years of age he had grown to nearly six feet tall. His body was still slender although his long legs were well muscled. Claire and Emma had had him at their mercy since they had found a bag of marijuana, along with cigarette papers and a lighter. They had been blackmailing him ever since. He looked puzzled as suddenly they bounced on his bed and lay either side of him.

Claire saw that Emma had winced as she landed on her bottom, rather than her side. It was a reminder for both of them. Emma took Tommy’s shoulder and pulled him flat on the bed as she propped herself up and looked into his face. “Tommy are you happy... I mean, HAPPY?.” Tommy looked quizzical. “What do you mean... and why Tommy instead of Thomas... or Thom-arse?”

Emma suddenly felt the guilt. She stroked her hand over his face, seeing his good-looking countenance redden as he looked at her. “Erm... what do you want... you need something right?” Emma suddenly felt really guilty.

“No Tommy we have been bad. Bad, bad... bad. We don’t want to be bad anymore and we want to make it up to you. But we want questions answered... or we tell. That’s right Tommy, truth from you... or we tell daddykins.”

Tommy just looked puzzled. “OK, what?” Claire spoke, as she looked at her brother. “Was that your marijuana? Or were you hiding it for one of your buddies.” Tommy blushed and suddenly looked guilty. “You want something right?” Claire felt even more guilty. That her brother thought that they would not be there unless they needed him. Either to do something or to give them something. At that moment she hated herself. We did this to him... and all the other stuff. What on earth had we become. This has got to end!

She looked at Emma, who was almost trembling with guilt. That terrible feeling in the pit of your stomach when you know that you have really blown it. Claire spoke, softly and kindly looking at her brother, straight in the eyes.

“Yes, we want something, Tommy - to make amends. Tell me Tommy... no secrets. Did you smoke that stuff, cos, we know you hate people that smoke? The truth now?”

Tommy blushed. “No, it belongs to Dave Warner, he made me keep it for him. He took it after school today, and he is supposed to be bringing it back tonight, for me to keep for him.”

Emma looked at him. She was saddened by his crappy situation. She pulled his shoulder so that he turned towards her. He looked surprised that his sisters were talking to him as if they cared. “You like Dave Warner then, one of your best buddies, huh?” Tommy’s face went red and he looked down. Emma persisted. “Well, it’s tell the truth time.” Tommy’s face turned to an even deeper shade of red as he bared his soul.

“No, he’s a creep. He gets the girls, I tag along.” Emma looked sharply at him. “Why would he let you tag along? Don’t tell me, smart boy. You pay... no doubt... all night and he, gets to take them home and probably tells them that you are gay and just like hanging out with him, or some such crap.” Tommy’s head dropped down to his chest. His face was flushed with embarrassment. “What time is he due back?” Tommy looked at his wrist watch. “About now, I guess. He said he was just meeting some buddies for a smoke.”

Emma and Claire, looked sad that Tommy’s seemingly normal life, was actually so bleak and empty that he had to hang around with such low-life as Dave Warner. Suddenly Emma reached across her brother and picked up the DECT phone from the bed. She pressed the red button.

“Oh, Hi. Gate security? Oh Hi Mr. Robbins... no we are all fine. There is a problem, though. A boy named Dave Warner has been bothering my brother. He is a real low-life and he is in possession of marijuana. We don’t want him near the house. Our father would be really upset. Can you do something about him? We think he is on his way here. Arrest sounds perfect as long as this family’s name is not mentioned. Oh, what... information received... that sounds perfect. Oh, thank you Mr Robbins, you are a real star. He is just trying to get money from him, and we only just found out, that he has drugs and stuff. Thanks again, bye.”

Emma giggled as she squeezed Tommy’s open mouth until it was shut. Claire was giggling so much that she could hardly speak. “Got any other friends Tommy. You know, ones we should know about... you know, the ones that need the hoosegow?”

Claire spoke, aware that her brother was a lot more fragile than she had ever thought. “So, Tommy, you either tag along as the paymaster, or spend your time in your bedroom. Is that the case?” She looked at him, seeing his downtrodden expression. “Well things are looking up for you, Tommy. Now I am far from the one that should be giving you good advice, but I will... as there is only Emma and I here. And sweetie, we both have exactly the same advice.”

“Go to your bathroom, no, don’t ask any questions, just do this: go to your bathroom, use the toilet... to sit on. Got it, sit – on. Take a shower and shave your beautiful and lovely face.” She giggled.

“Put something on and come downstairs where we will be waiting to give you a firm talking to about the direction of your life. Because from tonight it is going to change completely. Now tell me what you are going to do.”

Tommy looked a bit brighter as he answered her. “Well, the three Ess’es. And then put something on and come downstairs to you.”

Claire and Emma giggled. “Is that what you call it... the three Ess’es? Sit, Shower and shave? Is that ‘nearly’ right? You have such a lovely and poetic way with words, dear brother. Take your time, we want you to look perfect. Do a good job, we will be waiting!”

Tommy looked at his beautiful sisters. Two years younger than him, and they had got rid of that creep Dave Warner in five minutes... and so effectively. Why, hadn’t he thought of that? Too dumb, I guess!

It took an hour before Tommy appeared downstairs. Claire and Emma looked at their brother as he stepped off the bottom step of the wide stairway and approached the giant-sized hearth where they were laid, propped up on cushions. He looked really handsome. He had dressed in clean pressed chinos, a seersucker striped shirt of subdued grey upon white and moccasins over bare feet. His hair was brushed to a shine. He looked really cool and relaxed.

“Sit on the chair over there and wait for Mom to come down. She is meeting Dad, downtown and they are doing a show and then dinner at the Swank. I bet she looks at you more than once. You should make sure that you look good all the time. What if a pretty girl arrived unexpectedly, you wouldn’t want to look like you did an hour ago. Waiting for that utterly skanky sewer-rat to stash his nasty hash in our beautiful home.”

Tommy didn’t comment. He agreed with her entirely. What had he been thinking? “Why are you two being nice to me? Don’t get me wrong, I love it.” He blushed. “I love both of you. Please let this be real.” He looked at them anxiously. Claire and Emma looked back at him intently for several minutes, before Emma spoke. “Tommy, sweetheart, we have been terrible to you and Mom. We regret it and have learned our lesson, hopefully in time to make it up to you. We will explain as soon as mom has gone. OK, handsome brother?”

Tommy looked puzzled, but he suddenly seemed happier than they had ever seen him. “I don’t know what the lesson was. But I could sure do with one in choosing friends.” He laughed for the first time for a long time, even though it was aimed at himself. “I sure was an idiot, tagging along after that piece of work.”

They all turned towards the stairs as their mother came down. She was a beautiful woman. Still maintaining her fashion-model figure. Her face and body looked no older than twenty-five... and yet she would be thirty-seven-years old next month. She was delighted to see them all together and even more delighted to see Tommy looking so well groomed. She suspected that Emma and Claire had started their ascent from the depths... and also that it was at their instigation that Tommy had pulled himself up from being a slovenly and stinky teenager.

“Stand up Tommy,” she spoke the words kindly, as a request rather than an order. Tommy stood up, looking nervous. “Spin around sweetheart.” Tommy felt slightly embarrassed but pleased. He turned right around and then looked at his mom. “My, oh my, Tommy. You can sit down now, handsome boy.”

She was careful with her wording when she spoke to the girls. “Is the sitter not here?” Claire quickly interrupted. “Yes, she was just crossing the links highway. She said she would be here in ten.” Ivanka smiled admiringly at her son as she turned to go. “OK, it’s a late one for us tonight, so all go to bed on time. School tomorrow. Homework all done?” Tommy shouted, “Yes Mom” as his mother disappeared out of the door and walked down the long corridor which led to the entranceway. She pressed a wall-mounted button in the vestibule and saw the headlights of her chauffeur driven car, suddenly light up the driveway.

“Did you see how mom looked at you, Tommy. She looked at you like she was eyeing up a date.” Tommy blushed profusely. Inside he was delighted.

Emma and Claire stood up. Emma stepped forward and handed him a thumb drive. “Everything is deleted. I am sorry for everything horrid that we have ever, ever, ever done to you. Please forgive both of us.”

As soon as the lights of the car had disappeared down the long driveway. The Girls stood side by side. Claire looked him in the eye and spoke commandingly. “Watch!”

Tommy watched in amazement as the girls stood facing him and began to undress. “Keep watching us Tommy,” Claire said softly as she kept her eyes on his. Tommy knew that he was blushing with embarrassment, as both Emma and Claire stood bare breasted in just their school skirts. He thought they looked better than any girl he had ever seen.

“Just keep watching Tommy.” The boy was mesmerised as his two young sisters let their skirts fall in unison. He gasped, when he saw that they had had no panties on. His eyes were everywhere. He slowly admired their smoothly-waxed pubis’s and svelte figures. They posed for a few moments allowing him time to examine their bodies. They turned together, slowly moving their graceful bodies, until they had their backs towards him. He looked - and then gasped.

“Oh Claire... Emma, what on earth.” He stopped talking as they bent from the waist until their fingers were touching their toes. He could see everything, but his attention was upon the red and purple welts which covered the whole of their bottoms and the tops of their thighs. On top of this profuse carnage, he noticed three identical raised stripes, each clearly delineated upon both sister’s bottom cheeks. They looked red and angry. He gasped in dismay. “Oh, you poor, poor, things. What... um who would do that to you... and for heaven’s sake... why?”

They turned back towards him. Emma spoke gently. “Don’t get angry Tommy. We deserved every one of them. Twelve strokes of the paddle from the beautiful Miss Walker and three strokes of the riding crop from the beautiful Mrs Ivanka Dixon. That is ‘each’ by the way. We would let you touch them but... Claire, quick... we need to disappear. Stay there, Tommy, we will be back.”

The car lights in the driveway, that had alerted them, were extinguished and Tommy could hear several voices coming from the corridor. As he listened he was able to distinguish his sister’s voices. He relaxed knowing his sisters were seeing to whoever the visitors were.

Tommy’s relaxation was short-lived. His eyes widened in surprise as Trish and Jill Noble walked into the room. The young girls were fully made up, in fact, exquisitely so. Both Jill and Trish had tied their hair tied back severely, thus delineating the superb jawline that was akin to both of them. They were dressed in tailored white tunics. Each slender waist was accented by a broad belt of the same material. Bare tanned thighs emphasised the shortness of the hems and the number of unfastened buttons.

Claire and Emma had allowed the girls to walk in first, so that they could observe their brother’s reaction. His embarrassment delighted them. He had actually gasped aloud in pure astonishment when he had first seen them. Now..., they both knew, he would be wondering and agonising over the purpose of their visit. What he had not realised was, that they were schoolgirls from his own school. He had seen Trish many times but had not recognised her.

Jill stepped forward. “Tommy! Stand up and pay attention to me.” She waited while Tommy clumsily and embarrassedly got up from his chair.

“My name is Jill Noble. Trish and I are the daughters of Mrs Noble, that would normally babysit you.” She looked straight into his eyes. “We are babysitting you this evening. Mom is not coming, so we are entirely in charge of all of you. To make things easier for you. I would like you to know that we are experienced and competent. Your Mother is happy that we are looking after you and she knows what that entails.” She paused to let her words sink in.

“She thought that you might be embarrassed by having a thirteen-year-old-girl in charge of a boy who is nearly sixteen. I hope that is not the case as we both want you to enjoy your evening. Tommy looked puzzled and slightly anxious, he was certainly blushing.

“You are only, ahem, only thirteen-years-old?”

“Yes Tommy. I am thirteen and Trish is fifteen-years-old.”

Tommy blushed. He didn’t know what to say. Jill turned away from him and faced the girls, with her back to Tommy. Mom says that you have both had your bottoms spanked by Mrs Walker. She has sent some ointment for you. Will you both strip please and lay on your tummies so that I can attend to your bottoms.” She winked at them before she turned back to Tommy.

“I am afraid that you will have to stay here Tommy. You are not allowed to be on your own, until after I have given you your bath and have you safely tucked up in bed.”

She turned away from him, ignoring his rapidly blushing face and open mouth. “Trish will you pass the ointment. You can do one sore bottom and I will do the other.” She looked at the girls who had let their skirts drop. Their naked bodies looked beautiful as they carefully got to their knees and then lay flat out upon the rug. They were laid side by side. They could have been a calendar picture - if it were not for the wicked red and purple swatches all over their bottoms.

Trish kneeled down beside Claire and put the opened pot of cream between their slender waists. “Spread your legs please. I want to apply the cream everywhere.” Trish’s voice was matter-of-fact as Jill knelt at the side of Emma. She spoke softly, knowing that Tommy would still hear every word she said. “Mrs Dixon called my mom, to ask if she had anything that would help. She told her about the riding crop.” She drew in her breath. “My, she really got you good. This is going to feel real nice. It is usually used for burns cases and it costs a mint, so enjoy.”

She turned herself around so that she could see Tommy. His face was bright red. He shifted uneasily in his chair, trying not to look and then suddenly found himself looking at his beautiful naked sisters. Emma’s voice was lazy and content as she spoke. “You can look Tommy, we want you to look. This is our lesson. We deserved it, but it was the most awful thing I have ever experienced... or ever want to again. Look at us Tommy, because you will see what you get when you are as naughty as we were.”

Claire, spoke to Trish. “Are my legs spread widely enough, Trish?” Trish managed to stop herself from giggling insanely. “No Claire, sorry, I should have said earlier. I need them spread as widely as you can. You are so close to Emma that you will have to put one leg on top of hers. That is, as soon as she spreads wide for Jill.”

Jill and Trish slurped the ointment everywhere. Trish was the first to slip her hand beneath Claire and slide her fingers between the already moistened labial lips. “Sorry Claire, I need to make sure that you are not sore there. Tell me if you start feeling sensitive.”

Claire giggled. She could not help it. “No... it feels really smooth. I really like your soft touch, it really feels nice. I bet Tommy wished that Miss Walker and spanked his little botty. So that he could have you rub cream all over his little bottom cheeks.”

Tommy was feeling really uncomfortable. His penis was fully erect and seemed to be trapped awkwardly within his boxer shorts. He was hoping to adjust himself but knew that either Jill or Trish would probably see him. He put his hand in his pocket and held his penis against him as he made to stand up.

Tommy blushed fiercely. “Oh, I am just going to the bathroom, I won’t be long.” Jill spoke to him enquiringly. “Do you really have to go right now, Tommy? Only my hands are all greasy with this ointment and it is such a waste of expensive medication if I have to wipe it off my hands while I watch you in the bathroom.”

Tommy blushed immediately. “You have to watch me in the bathroom?”

Jill smiled at him, like a nurse would. Slightly amused and with an arched eyebrow. “Of course, it doesn’t matter what age you are. We have to treat everyone the same. And our little boys, are not allowed to wee-wee, without supervision. So, could you try and hold it until we are done, would you sweetheart, just for me?”

Tommy blushed. “Oh, I didn’t realise. Sorry, yeah, I’m OK.”

Jill started talking to Emma as if Tommy was not there. “You wouldn’t believe what we have to put up with Emma. Some little boys, the naughty ones that is. Go to the bathroom to play with their peenies. Hoping we would not know what they are up to. But we have a rule- book that emphasises that boys or girls are not to be left unattended at any time. Bath times are really important. Some sitters have let boys bath themselves and they have slipped and broken a bone. Our service forbids any activity without supervision. Safety first is the smart way!”

She turned her head quickly and saw that Tommy’s face was as red as a beetroot.

Emma was really enjoying Jill’s expert handling of her flesh. She had lifted her bottom and allowed Jill’s gentle fingers to slide underneath her. Jill’s voice was soft as she spoke to the naked, prostrate girl laid face-down in front of her. Both Jill and Emma could hear Claire’s heavy breathing and sharp gasps.

“I’ll just attend to this and then I can take your big brother for his wee-wee.” Her fingers slipped between the lips of Emma’s vagina and teased her clitoris from its hiding place.

“How’s that feel Emma. Are you getting any relief from the medication? Just raise your little botty so my fingers aren’t squashed. There we are, just relax, this won’t take but a few seconds. Poor baby, you are shivering from the pain, never mind it will all be gone soon. There, there sweet, Emma. My you are shivering and shaking, aren’t you?” Jill’s fingers became much firmer and faster, flying over the raised nub of Emma’s clitoris.

“Just relax and let the medication do its work. It won’t be long now. Such a big smack-botty for such a little girl, Oh, my. There we are sweetheart, big breaths while I take the pain away. Oh, what a big shiver... oh and there’s another, relax sweetie, nearly done... how does that feel? Shall I be a bit more vigorous, so that you get the full benefit?”

Emma’s voice was trembling. “Oh no, no more. Oh, thank you... just oh, ooooh, thank you, dear Jill.”

Trish had stroked Claire’s pubis gently after her extreme orgasm. It had made it even more exciting for Claire, that her brother had had to sit and watch as both his sisters were brought to the very peak of sexual excitement, until helplessly, they were urged over the crest by delicate and expert fingers into an abyss of climactic anguish. She felt spent and deliciously languid. She did not bother to close her thighs but took the weight of her leg off Emma’s.

Trish spoke, her voice business like and firm. “Claire and Emma, we will not be able to bath you obviously with all that lovely cream on your botties. It will soak in soon, so I have got a couple of cloths, that I can make two soft diapers from. You know, the type with the safety pin. Then I am afraid you will have to come to the bathroom, while we see to little Tommy’s bath. Then We can all lay on the rug together and talk or watch TV. You know, just hang-out, nice and relaxed.

The girls turned around and looked at Tommy. His face was now deep red. It was obvious that he had a very firm erection. His chinos were tented quite dramatically. Jill, spoke to Claire. “I don’t suppose Tommy is disobedient is he Claire. I mean will he behave when we give him his bath?”

Tommy looked mortified, as all the girls turned towards him and Jill asked him the question. “Will you promise to be a good little boy and let us bath you?”

He stuttered. “I have just, ahem, had a shower, not more than a few minutes ago.”

Jill spoke to him like a schoolteacher. “I am aware from my mother’s observations of you, that you have not been thorough in your personal hygiene. She told me that the only time you were ever really clean, is when she bathed you.”

She looked at him sternly. “You also told me that you needed a wee-wee. I can see that your penis is erect under your chinos. Look at it. It is absolutely stiff and hard. How on earth can you do a wee-wee, like that?” Tommy’s face was blushing a deep red and his bottom lip was trembling in embarrassment. “Well Tommy?”

He sighed and looked at Jill. “I am sorry. I said I wanted to go to the bathroom because I was embarrassed, to be watching my sisters. I didn’t mean to cause you a problem.”

“Tell me Tommy, did watching your sisters make you so hard?” He lowered his head in shame “Yes, erm, Jill, erm, Miss. I am sorry it did. I am ashamed of myself, but that is the truth, it just did.”

“Poor Tommy.” It was Emma that spoke. “You don’t have to worry anymore Tommy. Hard or soft we love you. Please answer Jill truthfully... whatever she asks you.”

Jill was determined to start the proceedings. “Have you got a girlfriend, Tommy?”

“Ahem, No Miss.” Jill knew that sooner or later with her authoritarian attitude, that he would refer to her as Miss. Philp had already taught her that little fact.

Claire and Emma seemed surprised but did not comment.

“Have you ever had a girlfriend, Tommy?”

“No, Miss, Dave always said he was going to fix me up with a girl; but he never did.”

Before he could answer her, Claire interjected. “I won’t go into it Jill, but Dave is a lowlife who has been sponging off Tommy. Tommy pays for the drinks and Dave waltzes’ off with the girl. Hopefully he will get arrested.” She held up her hand, “Don’t ask. He is history.”

“OK Tommy, you don’t have a girl. Something is dreadfully wrong, because you are a lovely looking boy. Is it because you don’t wash? Or is not washing, because you are just miserable and think nothing of yourself?”

Tommy sighed, and his body shivered as he answered the young girl. “I just got down... and never seemed to get back up. I let myself go and...” his lips were quivering “sort of, never got back to how I used to be. I am going to try now, Claire and Emma are back... well, sort of talking to me again.”

Suddenly he burst into tears. He couldn’t stop himself. He buried his head in his hands and wept. Jill got up and sat on the edge of his chair hand held his head close to her breasts.
“Relax and listen. You are going to have a girlfriend and you have two sisters that care for you. They have had a spanking and changed their ways. Tommy, when we have done what we have to do. I am going to look after you... and spank your bottom too for letting yourself go.”

He eventually stopped crying and looked at her. “What do I have to do.”

“Bath first, and then I will sort you out. Come on girls, I think we might have a lot to do.” They all proceeded to the bathroom. Jill was delighted as she sat down on a chair in the largest bathroom she had ever seen and beckoned the boy to stand in front of her. Both she and Trish quickly undressed him. She delighted as she pulled down his boxers and then groaned with dismay. “You really are short on personal management aren’t you Tommy!” He blushed as he looked down at himself. His penis was turgid but no longer erect. Jill thought his penis and testes were beautiful... ah, but all that hair!

“What do you mean, er, Miss.”

“Get the bag Trish, I can’t stand looking at this.” Trish laughed and hurried downstairs, she reappeared and started setting things out. “Is there a power outlet near here?” Claire could see what she was preparing and laughed. “Yeah, just open the cupboard under the hand basin. There is an outlet there. This I have got to see.”

She looked at her brother. He was blushing mightily at being naked in front of all the girls. He had no idea what they were doing, but Jill’s exclamation when she had pulled his boxers down had shamed him to the core.

Jill took charge of him and got him lying on his back upon the floor, she handled his legs until they were stretched wide, and got him to place his hands behind his head. Trish knelt between his thighs and began to trim the bushy hair around his penis with a pair of scissors. It was minutes before the heating pots were ready. The strips of cloth were already laid out in rows.

Trish and Jill were helped by a delighted Claire and Emma as they began to coat his pubes and under his arms. Trish knelt down by his head and held his arms as Claire and Emma held the ends of the cloth strips under both his arms. Emma counted “A one, and a two, and a... ‘ZIP’”

They both pulled the strips together. There were two under each arm and Emma counted the beats again. “A one and a two...,” before they both ripped the second strip taking away the rest of the hair from under his arms.

All the girls helped to hold him still as his pubic hair was ripped away cleanly. He was trembling with embarrassment and shame as they made him kneel up with his bottom high and with his chest flat on the floor. Trish had smacked the inside of his thighs until he had parted his legs to their liking. They waxed his bottom thoroughly, although there was not much hair visible in the cleft.

They moved on to his perineum and behind his scrotum. All had only minimal hair. He shivered as the strips were casually ripped away. His skin, surprisingly looked only slightly reddened as Trish filled the large free-standing tub.

He was made to stand with his legs wide apart and his hands upon Trish’s shoulders as Jill moved behind him. “Just relax your bottom for me Tommy. Deep breaths now... here we go sweetheart.” Her soapy fingers entered him easily. Claire moved around and whispered in Jill’s ear. “For our sins, we used to stretch his bottom. But he always seemed so very tight. Go easy with him if you can.” Jill looked at Claire. “You were naughty girls, weren’t you?”

Tommy jerked in surprise and looked at Trish in alarm, blushing as Jill’s fingers entered him and roamed inside him. He blushed again, as his penis began to erect. Trish smiled at him. “Just relax Tommy, Jill will take good care of you.” Trish looked into his eyes. “Now try and relax, this might feel a little intense. Just keep your hands upon my shoulders, I will spank you if you take your hands away.”

Tommy looked puzzled until, in the same instance, Jill wrapped her free hand around his penis and Trish wrapped her fingers around his bulging scrotum and squeezed. Jill pressed her fingers against his prostate and was astonished when it pulsed violently.

Trish watched his dejected face feeling sorry for him as helplessly and, blushing deep to the roots of his hair, he began to reluctantly ejaculate.

Jill rapidly stroked her fingers over the head of his penis. As he spurted, he was blushing to a deep red as his penis continued to spurt copious amounts of semen. The intensity and strength of each spurt surprised everyone as it splattered onto the front of Trish’s uniform.

She squeezed his scrotum as if in anger at the mess upon her tunic. His testicles seemed huge in her hand. He continued to spurt helplessly. His legs shook, his head was thrown back and he was gripping Trish’s shoulders tightly. It was an emission of immense magnitude. He was shaking from head to toe and yet he could not stop the violence of his huge discharge.

Jill’s voice seemed to intensify his abandoned and uncontrolled emanation of thick and viscous semen. His body was shaking and shivering in an absolute fever as she whispered softly to him. “Oh, you, poor baby, let me take care of you, you poor, poor boy. Now just you try and relax while I just give you a little squeeze inside your pretty little bottom.”

His body stiffened, and he emitted one more violent spurt. His penis pulsed and pulsed without him expressing any more semen. Incredibly, Jill felt his penis, shiver in a fine vibration. The shaft remained hard as he sighed in exhaustion. Jill withdrew her fingers from his bottom but kept a firm hold of his penis. His body stopped shaking, but his penis remained like an iron rod under her fingers.

Claire and Emma felt an enormous sense of guilt. Had it been their doing... that their beautiful and vulnerable brother had ejaculated so violently and so copiously from their constant teasing and his hermit like existence within his bedroom. With only their occasional derision to keep him company. The poor boy!

Jill took Tommy to his bedroom and made him lay upon his bed. He looked very young without hair and very beautiful, laid on his back before her, his slender body now glowing with smooth and youthful soft skin. She lay beside him, propped up on one arm so that she could look down at his face. She watched the tears roll down his cheeks as, in fits and starts, he told her how Claire and Emma had teased him. They had forbidden him to masturbate, threatening to tell his father about the marijuana they had discovered, if they found that he had touched his penis.

They had hidden his key, so that he could not lock his bedroom door. They would walk in and tease him and make his penis hard and then watch him, until he became soft. They would often repeat this, three or four times and then slap his bottom until he promised on his parent’s lives that he would not touch himself. He had become their whipping boy for their own unhappy angst.

Trish had sat downstairs with Claire and Emma. She had heard the same story from their own tearful confession. Now she understood why he had ejaculated as he had. She knew she should have been angry, but she realised that Emma and Claire had lost their way almost a year ago. Although they had been bitches, underneath they had been very unhappy ones.

She wondered if Jill would come down with Tommy. She was delighted when, ten minutes later, she saw him. He had several towels wrapped around his body and was being reluctantly propelled by Jill into sitting room. Claire and Emma immediately went to him and put their arms around him. They were crying, as they held him clutching him to their naked bodies.

Jill sat with Trish as Tommy’s sisters fussed over him. Tommy laid with them together on the rug. Both girls were still unable to sit. Trish and Jill sat away from them talking quietly. Trish had elected herself as spokesperson, Jill had agreed that Trish would be more effective for what they had to say.

“OK, Emma, Claire Tommy. Listen to this. It is most important and very necessary.” She paused her voice was soft but determined.

“Claire and Emma, you are guilty. You have been punished, but your sins have left a terrible residue. I don’t have to tell you, I can see that you know that there is an awful lot of rehabilitation to do.” She paused and looked at their tearful faces and trembling naked bodies.

“From this day forward, YOU WILL: every morning and every evening, make Tommy ejaculate. You will milk him to perfection. I know you love him... and I know you cannot believe that you really did those things, that you did to him.” She glanced at Tommy’s burning cheeks.

“Don’t mind if he is embarrassed when you milk him. He needs to be thoroughly and comprehensively drained of his semen.” She looked at the three of them and smiled gently and fondly.

“You will do it... and he must comply. Do you hear that Tommy, you will obey them, because they know what is best for you!”

She paused and looked directly into his eyes. “They know that they have to do it to you! They have to milk you.” She looked at Emma and Claire. “Do you agree to that, Emma and Claire? You have to do it at least twice a day.”

They nodded and looked at their brother. Claire spoke softly. “We already know what we have to do to you, Tommy. But sweet Tommy. I will promise you this: we will do it with all of our love.” The boy was blushing, he looked anxious, but there was a definite affection for his sisters as they looked into his eyes.

Claire spoke before he could utter a word. “Lie down upon the rug Tommy. Be a good boy and do as you are told. On your back please.” She waited in silence, the minutes passing by before he moved to comply. He was trembling, not really sure what was happening as he laid down on his back, the towels still around his shoulders and waist. Claire took his hands and guided them until he placed them behind his head. “Just keep them there and relax.”

He shuddered as Claire’s delicate fingers, undid the towel from his waist and laid it to the side. She looked at his naked flesh, breathlessly admiring his beautifully smooth, and completely bare skin. Emma picked up the cream and opened the lid before handing it to Claire.

“Spread your legs, I want you completely open to my touch. No, no... much wider there, that’s better.”

Tommy shivered and blushed. Suddenly tensing his body as Emma leaned over him, her breasts pressed against his chest as she gently brushed her lips against his.

It was at the same time that Claire slipped her slender fingers up into his bottom and, leaning low over his pubis, took his tumescent penis through her parted lips and deep into her mouth. Emma robbed him of his gasps of ecstasy, as she thrust her tongue into his mouth.

Jill and Trish watched as... after a few moments Claire released his now, solid and vibrant erection from her compelling suction. They watched as she drew back her lips and opened her mouth, baring her teeth so that she could score them over the coronal rim of his glans.

His body jerked and trembled and yet the girls held him under their thrall. Jill saw that the hand that was between the cheeks of his bottom began to move rapidly as her teeth scored over his throbbing penis. They could both see that he was about to ejaculate. He drew in his breath and Emma immediately fasten her lips to his. Her tongue plummeting to the back of his throat as Claire speared his prostate with firm jabs.

Trish knew that he had started to ejaculate as Claire lowered her head, taking his penis in to the back of his throat. They both heard his gasps for air as Emma raised her head and then fastened her lips back on his as he continued to spurt helplessly into Claire’s, all enveloping throat.

Trish and Jill watched the tableau of three naked bodies. The purple marks of the paddle and the slender slash of the crop clearly visible upon the raised bottoms of two of them.

It was much later as Jill laid him beneath the single sheet upon his bed and reached down under the fine cotton to grasp his flaccid penis, that she asked him. “Do you think I might be too young for you to take to the prom?” His expression was a mixture of surprise, hope and anxiousness. “You would let me, Miss... I mean really? Be your partner for the prom that would be heavenly?”

“Yes, I will let you, because from now on you are going to be cleanest and smartest boy in the school. You are already one of the brightest. Don’t worry about my age, because with what I will be wearing for the prom, they won’t even recognise me. They will be jealous of you. I will promise you that.” He looked at her. “Oh, Miss, lovely Miss... I just worry, now that things have changed, that my bubble will burst.”

Jill giggled. “Oh, it will indeed, at least twice a day. Morning and night, without fail. Now I usually kiss special little boys, goodnight. You are mine now Tommy, my special little boy. I am going to kiss you. She placed her lips against his and brushed them back and forth over his. She squeezed his penis as hard as her tiny fingers were able. She pressed her lips down upon his and speared his mouth with her tongue. She felt his penis jump in her hand as she kissed him more deeply than he had ever known. She raised her head and looked into his eyes. She could see that they were totally defocussed and that they were glistening with tears.

“Dear Tommy, look at me. When you are sure of my love, I will take your bare-bottom over my knees and spank you until your pretty cheeks are red all over. It will demonstrate that the old Tommy has gone... disappeared never to return and that I and you sisters are fully in charge of the brand, ahem, spanking, new Tommy.

She looked lovingly at him. Seeing delightedly that he was mesmerised by her. “The life you deserve starts today. You will never be lonely, never be sad. I will be looking after you. Your sisters love you - and will never show you anything but love. You will work hard, for me and for them, and we will make sure that you have fun. Do you even know what fun is? Here, let me show you.”

She unbuttoned her tunic and laid it on the floor. She was wearing the briefest of thongs. She pulled the slender tie at the side of her miniscule triangle of gossamer silk, and let the thong drop to the floor. She pulled back the sheet and straddled her long legs over his waist.

Suddenly she giggled as she began to tickle him. She did not let up - and soon he was squirming and wriggling like a little girl. She heard his chuckle and then his shouts as he laughed. “Oh, please stop, oh please. I am so ticklish. Pleeeease... stop.” She leaned forward and kissed him. She could feel his hardened penis poking against her buttocks. She scooted over his penis to kneel between his legs. She took him in her moth as she caressed his bulging scrotum. She let her teeth gently score over the rim around the head of his penis.

She gave him no respite. She teased, cajoled and aroused him so intensely, that he lay in a complete sexual stupor. Her fingers were everywhere, her mouth cleverly aroused him until she knew, he could not last a moment longer. She felt the first jet of semen hit the back of her throat. She sucked hard and moved her head down until the pulsing head of his penis was deep inside where the semen had landed.

She could feel him trying to escape the intensity of her stimulation. His body was rigid and straining and yet she held him firmly. Sucking and biting gently, until his penis had stopped spurting. She raised her head and looked at him. She licked her lips lasciviously and swallowed the last drops of his semen in an almost comic gesture.

“There we are little Tommy... that’s what fun is. Pretty slick, even if I say so myself.”

He smiled. “My god, oh that was so... erm... intense.”

“Sure was, Tommy boy. So, get some sleep or would you like me to start again?” She tickled him until he was laughing helplessly.

“Gotcha, Tommy boy.” She picked up the sheet and covered his body to his chin. She pressed her lips to his forehead. “Night-night, baby boy.”

She picked up her clothes and was gone.

Tommy laid in wonderment, until two seconds later, when he fell to sleep.

She walked down the stairs, her body naked with her clothes over her arm. Boy oh boy, I learn something every day. Claire may have been a bitch, but she sure did a good demonstration of how to suck. Well now I have a new skill and a new boy to practice on. I think I will start getting a chauffeur driven ride from school and just give him a little aperitif before his sisters’ milk him to exhaustion. She almost laughed out loud when she cast her eyes upon Claire and Emma. She saw with amusement that Trish had made triangular nappies out of the white cloths. They both had a large nappy-pin holding the three corners together. Jill thought that Emma and Claire looked incredibly sexy in their thin white diapers.

Trish’s tone was sarcastic as she looked at her naked sister. “Have fun, by any remote chance?” Jill crossed her eyes and giggled. “Nah, just tickled him and sucked him off. He will sleep like a baby.”

All three girls giggled hysterically.

The forecast for the weekend weather was hot, hot, hot! Trish and Jill had requested an early start to the beach. They would take parasols, cool boxes and beach-bags with suntan lotions etc. Wendy had walked across to the house and had worked out the carrying arrangements for the short walk to the beach.

She had decided that as soon as they had set up their encampment on the beach, that she and Trish would slip back to the house, to fetch the drinks and food hampers. It was only five-hundred yards from the back garden to the flat part of the beach... and even less to the bluffs and sand-dunes, where they would set up their encampment. Shelley had arrived late in the evening and was staying in Kate’s room with Kate.

As soon as Shelley had arrived, Kate had grabbed her, and her bag, and rushed upstairs to her bedroom. Trish and Jill had already worked out that, every detail of Philip’s embarrassing treatment, was now being discussed in Kate’s bedroom.

Kate and Shelley were sat, cross-legged upon the floor, facing each other. They were both wearing Tee-shirts and nothing else. “Will I be able to help Kate, I want to put my fingers right up into his bottom and watch him wriggle. I bet it is absolutely delish when he wriggles on the end of your fingers. Honestly, he is so shy, it is a wonder he hasn’t had a heart attack. I bet he blushed to the colour of my fingernails. Look,” she held up her fingers. “Poisoned Apple red.” Shelley giggled. They had been giggling constantly since she had arrived. “Do you think Trish will let me, you know, now that they are officially going out with each other. I bet she wouldn’t let me spank him. That would be so hot. God, Kate, I feel squidgy just thinking about it.”

Kate looked at her friend. “I don’t think that is going to happen. But I bet we get him naked on the beach... and I bet his peenie gets hard. He is so easy to tease. I think Trish will definitely make him go without clothes. He looks really young now his little bit of hair has been whisked away.”

Shelley giggled. “Shall we go down for a juice. You know, see if we can make him blush before we go to bed.” Kate giggled. “He is bound to blush if he sees you in that. It doesn’t even cover your bottom. Shelley pulled a face.

“Go and find one that is real short, Kate. I know you have loads of them.” They both jumped up and ran to Kate’s dresser drawers. They could not stop giggling as they searched through her clothes.

“Got it,” Shelley shouted as she picked up a little silk top. “I bet, if you took your tee-shirt off and tied this, tight around your waist. He would blush for ever.”

Kate looked at her. “I can’t wear that, it’s just a top that you wear with shorts. He has seen me in it before.” Shelley fell about giggling. “Kate, get some imagination. It’s just long enough... just ditch the shorts part... and the panties. You know the stuff. Now you see it... now you don’t come on let’s try it.”

Kate stripped off her tee-shirt and put it on. “Nah, Trish will know instantly, that we are deliberately trying to tease him and make his peenie stiffy up. It will take a lot of teasing after what he went through this evening. Trish hardly left any time between his extractions. She teased him so much, that I thought he was going to burst.”

Shelley giggled. “Let’s go shower. Then you put that on and take a towel to dry your hair off. I’ll put another one of these on. They can’t complain, if they see we have just got out of the shower. If you were on your own, you would be naked anyway. Come on, I’ll wash your squidgy bits. Race you.”

Philip was sitting between Trish and Jill watching TV. He was dressed in a towelling robe. Wendy was at the kitchen counter as the girls dashed in. Kate rushed up to Wendy and hugged her, when she saw all the junk food that she was packing into a hamper. “Honestly AW, mom would go nuts if she saw what you were going to feed us tomorrow. You are the most super Aunty in the whole world. It is going to be the best day ever.” She kissed Wendy full on the lips, taking her totally by surprise. “I love you... Aunty Wendy. You are real neat!”

Wendy smiled. What are these girls up to? They are worse than naked! She looked over Kate’s shoulder at Shelley. Shelley just giggled as she looked in the hampers.

“My mom would go ape-capital-S, Mrs Noble, if she saw this lot. She giggled.

“Can I call you Aunty Wendy... please?” Wendy smiled at her. “Of course, Shelley. This is just ‘for fun’ stuff. But you will be eating sandwiches and salad for lunch. I don’t want you telling your mom, that I fed you junk.”

Shelley moved next to Kate and cuddled Wendy’s arm. “Nah, I’ll wipe the potato chip crumbs off before I go home. Ace, AW, absolutely ace.” Wendy smiled at Shelley and then admonished her. “Aunty Wendy... I said. Not AW, either of you. Now girls, let me go, I have things to do.”

Kate, kissed Wendy again. This time upon the cheek. “Sorry Aunty Wendy, we are just going to get a juice and say goodnight.”

Shelley sauntered into the sitting area and stood in front of Philip. Hiya... what-cha watching? She let her towel slip from her head behind her. She turned and bent over deliberately, with her bottom fully bared to Philip’s view. Kate giggled. “Hiya Philip” Did you want a juice. He turned towards her, his face was bright red.

“You look a bit flushed there Philip, you OK?” She bent over to scratch her foot. She pretended to scratch for a minute and then stood up. She saw Philip blushing to a deep red. She looked at the middle of his robe and smiled as she saw his penis moving beneath it. She turned to Shelley, who was sitting cross-legged in front of Philip, pretending to dry her hair. She giggled as he turned his head away from her to be greeted by the sight of Shelley’s widely spread legs and bared pubis.

They both saw that his penis was bobbing up and down beneath his robe. Trish yawned and spoke to them. “You two sirens, going to bed by any chance” Shelley and Kate giggled hysterically.

Shelley got up and patted Philip on his burning cheek. “Super day tomorrow, handsome!” They both giggled as he dropped his head and blushed to a deep red. “Come on Shelley, we’ve got things to do.”

Trish spoke again, her voice was sarcastic although she was smiling. “I think you two have already done most of them!”

Kate and Shelley dashed upstairs, their bare bottoms were wriggling all the way up as they reached the top. Kate led her to Philip’s bathroom and grabbed his speedo’s that were hanging up. They were already dry. “Come on Shell... back to the bat-cave. Just a bit of insurance for tomorrow.”

Kate and Shelley cuddled up in bed together. Kate slipped her fingers between Shelley’s legs and began to stroke gently. She knew every sensitive area of Shelley’s body. Every movement of her fingers was deft and practiced. She could feel her legs spread wide as she began to breathe heavily. Kate dipped her head under the bedclothes and pressed lips to the soft mound of flesh between her legs.

Shelley moaned softly, knowing that she was at the mercy of her friends wicked mouth and fingers. She spread her legs wider as Kates face nuzzled between her legs. Suddenly she stiffened as Kate began to hum, her lips encasing the nub of her Shelley’s clitoris. The vibrations of her humming sent the girl into a frenzy. Her legs shivering in absolute delight.

Kates fingers caressed and then prodded between her bottom as if she was going to penetrate her. Shelley stiffened and then gasped. She would have cried in torment; but having to remain silent under such an onslaught was an exciting torment in itself.

She groaned as she came, her panting breath in time with each of Kates many devious and intuitive prods and squeezes. “Ah... please Kate, I can’t come any more, Oh, god, that is enough, please Kate. Ooooh, that was delish.”

Kate giggled. Did you like the tune I hummed? Shelley looked at her quizzically. “That was a tune?” Kate giggled again. “Yeah, Oh, come all ye faithful!”

Kate and Shelley laid on the blanket on their tummies. Their naked bodies glistened with sun tan oil. Amidst giggles and protests, they had applied it to each other. Philp had blushed and looked away, although several times they had seen him peeping. The circular dune was nice and flat and had a ring of coarse grass around its perimeter. The beach was deserted although they could see people down at the popular end. This was Kate and Philip’s favourite place. There were rocks seventy yards either side of the most perfect stretch of sand. To a tourist dropping their parties off at the beach car-park, it would seem an almost impenetrable fortress of rock. From Philip and Kates, garden it was a well-trodden path and only a couple of minutes, walk... to the best beach.

Philip was wearing his cargo pants. Trish already knew how heavy and uncomfortable they were. He was bare chested and bare-legged. Trish and Jill were wearing bikini’s as was Aunty Wendy. Kate had noticed how intrigued Philip was in looking at Aunty Wendy at every opportunity.

Kate saw that Aunty Wendy was looking at Philip curiously. “Philip, why on earth are you wearing those. Where are your trunks?”

Philip blushed, surprise, surprise, Kate thought as she watched and listened to the conversation. “I couldn’t find them, Aunty Wendy. I thought that they were drying in my bathroom.”

Wendy spoke dismissively. “Well there are no people about - and you are nicely bare around your peenie. So just get rid of those shorts. They are heavy and hot. Take them off.” Trish and Jill looked around as they heard their mother’s words. They were absolutely dying to hear the outcome.

Philip knew what the outcome would be if he disobeyed. Trish had taught him that with her tennis shoe. He stood facing the sea and let his shorts drop to the ground. He quickly dropped down and laid on his front. His face was a shade brighter than red.

Shelley was far quicker on the uptake than anyone. She grabbed the oil and rushed across the dune to kneel by Philip’s side.

“Oh Philip, you have a white patch. It will get terribly burned if I don’t get some oil on you very quickly.”

Before he could protest, Shelley had spilled oil onto the cleft of his buttocks. He shivered as the oil ran in-between his cheeks. She slipped her hand down onto his buttocks before he could protest.

“There we are, I’ll do you all over, before you burn to a cinder. Now just relax your bottom, you are squeezing your cheeks together and Mr. Sunshine will get to you, when you relax them and run about.”

Kate could see that Philip, had tightened rather than relaxed his cheeks. Shelley raised her hand and smacked his bottom as hard as she could. Kate giggled in glee. She knew that Philip dare not turn over to remonstrate with Shelley. He was a prisoner to her teasing. Shelley suddenly sat astride his waist, facing towards his bottom. She started tickling her fingers between the tops of his thighs and his bottom. He kicked his legs and Shelley dived her fingers slickly between his buttocks. “Gotcha Philly-willy. Now just stay that way or I will tickle you all day.” She turned to everyone. “Don’t embarrass him by looking at his naked bot, bot. You know how shy he is.”

They all pretended to turn away as Shelley began her delicious task of oiling his body. Wendy spoke so that both Shelley and Phillip would understand that she was addressing both of them. “I want his back, legs and bottom doing thoroughly and then turn him over and do his front. No nonsense Philip, Shelley is to do your front as well. Then the girls will take you down to the sea.”

Shelley could not believe her good fortune. Did she mean it or was she teasing? She was determined to find out. Shelley’s voice sounded innocent and childish as she asked Aunty Wendy her question. “It would be really awful for a boy, wouldn’t it Aunty Wendy, if their peenie and ball-bag got burned. Would that really sting, Aunty Wendy?”

Wendy looked at her, with one eyebrow raised mockingly. “Yes, absolutely Shelley, I’ve seen it at the clinic. It really is a mess, it blisters in no time at all. I’ve got some factor fifty here. You can use that on his penis and testicles.”

Shelley smiled at her. “Oh, this is an absolutely super day, Aunty. I wish it could last for ever.” Shelley deliberately dove her hand through the cleft of Phillip’s buttocks until her fingers touched his scrotum. She spoke as he was about to protest. “I have to do you thoroughly Philip, I know that you would skimp, if you were doing it yourself. So just relax.”

Philip was aware that as she leaned forward and firmly smoothed her hands over his buttocks and down the backs of his thighs, that she was rubbing her naked body against his spine. He could feel her quite distinctly.

Kate had turned her attention to Aunty Wendy. She knew that Trish and Jill, who were on the far edge of the dune, were deep in conversation about something that no-one else was supposed to hear.

Kate looked at her. “You know, Aunty Wendy, you don’t look like an Aunty, you look more like one of the girls on the cover of ‘Sports Illustrated’ magazine. You have beautiful long legs, and you are so slim. You look really super.”

Wendy did not think that anyone could really make her blush. But she suddenly found that her face was feeling hot. Perhaps it is the sun, she thought. The thought was quickly dispelled.

“Aunty Wendy, you blushed because you don’t know how good you look. You are super modest, when it comes to your own looks. Perhaps you should look in the mirror more often. Philip is always looking at you. Even when he was young he used to peep at you, when you came to our house.”

Shelley heard Philip groan in embarrassment. She turned around and sat on his bottom facing his head. She felt so delicious rubbing her little pussy against his body, knowing that he could do nothing about it. She had finished doing his bottom and his legs. She had diligently rubbed the oil in right down to his feet. She had constantly pulled his bottom cheeks apart, when she was not being observed, and carefully examined his little bottom-hole.

She began to do his back in long strokes her pubis sliding over the lovely firm flesh of his bottom as she worked hands right up to the hairline at the back of his neck. She smoothed her breasts against his back as she widened her hands to do his arms from shoulder to wrist. His head was resting on his hands. She lifted her body up, but remained astride of him, moving back until she was spanning the tops of his thighs.

“Turn over then, she whispered. Nobody is looking. Quickly, so no one see’s you.” Philip foolishly trusted her and flipped over. His penis was plump and certainly aroused. She slid forward until she was sat on it. It was laid upwards pointing towards his chest.

She poured lotion onto his chest. Seemingly oblivious to the fact that her plump little lips were squeezing against either side of his penis. She leaned forward, until her breasts touched his chest and smoothed her oily fingers gently over his face. It was more of a caress than just kneading his flesh. Philip was blushing furiously.

She moved her hand down to his chest when she was satisfied that she had covered his face. She smoothed her hands from his shoulders right down to his lower abdomen. Her fingers ending up in-between her own legs as she completed the stroke. Her thumbs would score over his penis before she moved to his shoulders and collar bone. His nipples had erected. She had made absolutely sure of that. “Please, please don’t Shelley he whispered urgently please, you are making me feel... funny.”

At last all of his upper-body was coated fully. She moved her bottom back and grasped his fully erect penis between her hands. She carefully kneaded the shaft and the head. She saw Kate watching and beckoned her over with a tilt to her head. Kate knelt down beside her. Shelley whispered in her ear. “Bring one of those little towels and the tissue box.” She held his penis flat against his pubis as she slipped her fingers beneath his scrotum and between the cheeks of his bottom. Philip did not make a sound as two fingers were inserted inside him. He was utterly embarrassed and compromised as if it was a conspiracy and he was a participant. “Please Shelley stop, surely people can see what you are doing.”

Shelley wiggled the fingers inside his bottom as she stroked her hand over his penis. She pressed it firmly to his pelvic bone. Kate was just in time to hear him sigh softly and to see him spurting up towards his chest. She caught each spurt as Shelley stroked his penis, held tight in her little fist and wiggled her fingers inside his bottom. Shelley nearly jumped out of her skin as Aunty Wendy leaned over her with her hand on her shoulder.

She whispered in her ear. “Make sure you get it all Shelley. He will probably spurt quite a lot.” Shelley lifted his penis and wrapped her fingers around it now there was no need to hide her activities. She rapidly milked him.

Apart from a few gasps and sighs, he remained silent. She pushed her fingers deeper into his bottom and moved her hand faster over the head and shaft of his penis. He gave one last gasp and Shelley was able to squeeze the shaft along the full length, bringing the last vestiges of his semen to the surface.

Kate had captured every drop and scrunched the filled tissues up. Wendy took them from her as Shelley proceeded to oil his scrotum and then his legs. She had just finished the tops of his feet as she looked up to see that his penis had shrunk and was laying flaccidly against his groin.

Wendy smiled to herself, perfect timing she thought as she called. “Come on everyone, down to the sea. I’ll race you all.”

Kate knew that Philip had steadied his run so that Wendy would pass him, and he could look at her completely uninterrupted. Watching those long legs stride out. Her tiny waist and full firm breast bouncing as he kept a perfect distance from her. They dashed into the sea, it was blissful.

Philip and Kate raced Shelley to the sand-bar, where they could sit in a foot of beautifully warm water. Kate looked at Philip. “Hey, perv, I saw you watching Aunty Wendy running in her bikini.” He blushed and dipped his chin to his chest. “I’m sorry. I know, I can’t help it. I have watched her ever since I was a little. But I am not a perv, I think she is beautiful. Really beautiful and nice and kind.” Shelley laughed and looked at his handsome face. “He really is a perv, Kate. Now I know you can cum quietly, Philip, guess whose busy fingers will be up your bottom after you go to bed tonight.” She giggled in delight as he blushed furiously and turned away to hide his face.

It was over a month since Philip had been punished and then been asked to witness the punishment of Emma and Claire. He still shuddered at the thought of both. During the past few weeks, his standing with Miss Walker had been exemplary. She had not taken offence at his refusal to attend the Dixon twins’ punishment. In fact, she had apologised to him, for reasons he never quite understood.

His mother was also absolutely happy and had told them excitedly, that she would be going away again with Uncle Larry. He was pleased for her and pleased for Uncle Larry whom he had known since he was a baby. His christening photographs had shown Larry being just as proud of the tiny baby as his dad. If the truth were being told, Philip had been thankful that Larry had not chased after his mother when he was younger, but had always kept a respectful distance, at the same time he had helped with all the paperwork and insurance claims. He had been perfect. Now as Phillip was growing up, he could not think of a better situation for his mother, Kate or himself.

Since mom had been back Kate had been at her cutest. She more than anyone loved Larry’s gifts and happily as she described it, mugged him for the loot. Sometimes they were small gifts, sometimes very magnanimous gifts. The discernment shown in each gift was always interesting. Like the star chart that had been secretly installed across the entire ceiling of his bedroom when he had been away at the school, sport’s camp. It had minute light emitting diodes that related to the brightness of each star. He loved it. He had a remote for it, but always left it on during the night. It was just like sleeping under the stars. He had no idea what it would cost, but he could not imagine sleeping anywhere else, it was so nice to close his eyes to the night sky.

So, thought Philip on one of his many introspections, everything really was rolling along. Everyone said that he was shy, but really, he thought. He just did not like embarrassing situations. Admittedly, he was shy around girls. He was embarrassed about his extractions, but really did feel guilt free, now that it was being overseen by Aunty Wendy. The knowledge was kept to the confines of those that needed to know... and of course his sister, who needed to know everything about everyone. It embarrassed him every day, but it was far better than the guilt that he had felt. And now suddenly, he had a problem.

The invitation had been sent to the house and addressed to his mother. As soon as she had seen it, she had been impressed by it. What should he do? He had asked Trish, who had surprisingly said... ‘That is the least they could do under the circumstances.’ But Philip felt that she knew more than she was saying.

The invitation was for a pool party weekend with the Dixons. That was all the information that was given apart, from the date and the address. He had heard people at school say that the Dixon girls had changed and were being nice. They had always embarrassed him, and they had not said a word to him since he had seen them on that dreadful day of theirs. Even Kate had said: Don’t you dare wimp-out. So, with the pressures from his mother, his little sister and Trish, he had told his mother he would go.

Today had been a joyous and sad day. The present was for him only and it was given to him by Uncle Larry. The words had made him cry. When we lost your dad. Your mother, gave me his watch.

Your dad and I were keen on motor racing. We saw Steve McQueen in a film about motor racing that we both enjoyed. Steve McQueen was wearing this in a poster and said it was his favourite. Your dad said. If I ever get really rich, then I am going to buy that watch and I said, so am I. Well I hit the jackpot before your dad and I got him the watch as a sort of joke. But he loved it. The real joke is that we called him by his middle name to make him laugh. His middle name, as you know, was Philip, and that is what is engraved on the watch. From Larry to Philip. So, this is from me to you for a second time, if you know what I mean. He handed the old Rolex box to Philip. In it was the stainless-steel ‘submariner.’

Philip had looked across at Kate who was in tears, well before the story had ended. It was Kate that had fastened the strap without adjustment, to its already perfect fit upon his wrist.

Larry had felt in his pocket and pulled out a little package for Kate. It was a white Swatch watch that said Kate on the dial. Phillip had fastened it to Kate’s wrist, but Kate’s eyes had never left either Philips face or his left wrist.

Larry and his mom had looked at him and the watch. It had been a strange feeling for Philip.
And Larry’s last words before he had left. “Philip you are your father’s son.”

The Friday soon came around and Philip got home from school, as did all the pupils, far earlier. They had been dismissed for the summer vacation at eleven-thirty in the morning. It was joyous to think of the long vacation stretching in front of them. With a lift from Aunty Wendy with Trish and Jill in the car he was determined to get every piece of homework done within the next few days, leaving him free of worry.

Trish seemed a little off when she said. “Well Philip, I have just got time to do your maths. But there are no little extractions today because I am baby-sitting all weekend, as is Jill... so, no playing with your little peenie either my boy.” Philip did not understand her attitude at all. He looked at Aunty Wendy who shrugged but kept silent. “You had better go home and get into your best bib and tucker, if you are going to the Dixons!” Were Trish’s final words before he walked across the road to his own house.

He showered thoroughly and walked back into his bedroom with a towel around his waist and another across his shoulders. He was surprised to see his mother in his bedroom laying clothes out on the bed. He looked at them. There was a pair of shorts. Much shorter than his cargo pants. They were in a fine lightweight cotton and were pure white. The shirt next to them was short sleeved and slim fitting. It was also pure white. There were three pairs of foot-socks, the type that made you look as if you were not wearing socks... and on the floor was a pair of white tennis shoes. They were the kind he preferred rather than the heavier fancy running shoes that his friends wore.

He looked at his mom. “Oh, thank you mom, but aren’t those shorts, rather short.” His mom smiled at him looking amused. “Kate said that, but with your legs she said they would look... now what was the adjective?” They said it together. ”Neat!”

Philip laughed. “I will wear them if they are not too short.” His mother looked at him.” No, Philip... you will wear them. Full stop!”

His mother had laid out all of the other clothes she thought he would need for his weekend pool party. She had bought him new swimming shorts. They were a foreign name which he could not pronounce. He liked the look of them, well at least I get to ditch the speedo’s, he thought. She had also bought him jammies, grown up ones, but still, jammies?

Also, he saw a silk robe to wear over them. Well, we’ll see, he thought.

He had dressed in his new clothes. The shorts were certainly short, but the shirt felt really well fitting and the fine cotton of the shorts had a lovely feel. There were pockets, one with a zip compartment inside. Expensive then, he thought.

His mom had packed the clothes that he was taking, in his bag, far more neatly than he could have done. He had noticed that his mother’s casual clothes were smart and looked expensive. Her blouse was sheer silk, and her skirt was an ‘A’ line of fine navy-blue cotton.

He waited until his mom brought the car around. He hoisted his sports bag containing all of his clothes into the car. He looked across the road to see Trish and Jill wave at him. Jill and Trish had changed and looked stunning. Fully made up and in their nursing tunics.

The journey to the Dixons, was twice the distance that he normally walked to school. They lived at one end of Fairview and he lived at the other. The huge Links golf courses lay in between the neighbourhoods. Three Country Clubs in total for the Fairview conurbation. As they drove through the gates of the private community where the Dixons lived, Philip could not see any buildings, just trees and gates leading to, he presumed houses yet unseen.

The car slowed as his mother looked at the numbers displayed on the gates. As she slowed further, the larger double gates of the next driveway open automatically, as if in an invitation to enter. Neat, thought Philip. They either had CCTV and someone watching all the time, or, he surmised, feeling foolish as the fact dawned on him, the gate security guards who had waved smilingly at them, had been instructed to let them through. The driveway was long and led to the front of a modern, and obviously architect-designed portico of huge proportions. The glass entrance-portico was made completely of a smoked glass, which seemed ideal for maintaining an equitable temperature within the house. A sort of elegant air lock, perhaps? The ultra-modern house spanned out to either side. It was so vast that he could not see the full extent of its width because of the carefully tended trees and bushes.

As they got out of the station wagon. He could see a figure emerging into the portico from the inside doorways. He waited as embarrassingly, his mother got his bag and then took him by the hand, carrying his bag in her other hand. She led him to the glass doorway. As they approached he saw a beautifully slender woman move to stand at the entrance. She was wearing a long, lightweight dress and slender high heels.

The dress was almost white and was fitted so that it clung to her tiny waist and then flared at the hips before slimming enough to accent her long thighs. Her hair was blonde, with natural highlights. Her face was exquisitely featured. She was so beautiful, that she took Philip’s breath away and made him blush.

As they approached the portico, even his mother had noticed that his face was bright red.

Ivanka looked at Philip and then turned her head gracefully to greet his mother. Sheila... Philip... Please come in both of you, I have coffee... or whatever else you would like. Philip just stood mesmerised as his mother spoke. “I won’t if you don’t mind Ivanka. I have Kate at home and she is probably bouncing off the walls by now.”

Ivanka smiled, displaying the most perfect teeth Philip had ever seen. He thought she looked like a model or a film star. Ivanka spoke to Philip. He blushed immediately. “Would you stay here Philip, while I walk your mother to her car.” Philip blushed again and stood stock still. At that moment he would have walked on water if she had asked him to.

The conversation between Mrs Dixon and his mother, lasted longer than Philip had envisaged. Unfortunately, during that time, he had begun to wonder why he had been invited. Suddenly all sorts of other little worries had crowded into his thoughts. He sighed and stood as Mrs Dixon and his mother conversed casually as they both stood by the station wagon.

It was several more minutes before Mrs Dixon leaned forward and kissed his mother on the cheek. Philip had the sudden thought that; weren’t film stars supposed to air kiss? He smiled at the thought. Mrs Dixon still stood in the driveway until his mother’s car had disappeared around the sweeping bend of the drive.

Philip managed to blush to gigantic proportions as the goddess that was Mrs Dixon approached him. He almost shivered, as she put her arm around his shoulders and led him into the gentle coolness of the house. He looked down at his bag. She noticed his look... and said in a soft voice. “That will be taken care of.” He dared not look at her but kept his blushing face looking straight forward as she guided him through so many wide corridors, that he knew he would never ever find his way out.

Suddenly he looked up as he found himself in a circular hallway. An ultra-modern glass chandelier of varying lengths and widths of glistening tubes of glass took his eyes to the ceiling high above him.

To his right was a wide winding staircase. They had stopped as he looked in awe at the beautiful arrangement of glass. Her voice was soft and did not startle him as she looked upwards with him.

“It is quite beautiful isn’t it Philip. It never fails to take my breath away, even in the daytime.”

For all his embarrassment, Philip could not hold back his admiration. “Oh... it’s beautiful... Just beautiful and... erm... perfectly,” his eyes traversed the many variations of the glass and the way they were set together in harmony, “yes... perfectly harmonious.”

He managed to blush realising that the magnificence of the chandelier and made him actually speak to this goddess that walked beside him with her arm around his shoulders. She did not move on but raised the wrist of her arm that hung around his shoulders and stroked his cheek. Philip knew that she would feel the heat from his blushing face. Her voice was still soft and mesmeric as they stood next to each other. Her subtle perfume just discernible to Philip’s nostrils.

“Do you know Philip. You are the only person to visit this house, that has used the proper adjective to describe this chandelier.”

Ivanka stroked his cheek, feeling as if it might burn her fingers. Poor baby, she thought.

“Her voice changed to a brighter note. Let’s walk up the stairs, you first and I will show you to your room for the weekend. Stop at the top, so that I may show you which way to go.” Philip answered her, not with words, but with a very deep blush.

Ivanka had planned their ascent so that she could fully admire the boy’s legs and body. My, you are cute, she though. No wonder the twins were so anxious to get their naughty little hands upon you.

Philip was not aware of the thorough scrutiny he was under as he climbed the staircase, glancing at the chandelier on his way up. He stopped at the top noting that they were at the entranceway to four corridors. She caught up with him and put her arm around his shoulders again. Her voice was still bright as she squeezed him to her. She did not bother looking at his face, to catch his blushes.

“Well Philip, there are four corridors, but if we walk around here, you will be able to see a fifth in a moment.” He walked with her, her hips touching his as she led him around the circular banister-rail to a book case. The bookcase contained leather bound volumes. They were all different copies of the writings of Charles Dickens. “Press on a Tale of Two Cities... third shelf down.”

Philip had already seen it. The volume was the only one with a bright red leather binding. “OK, just press the spine.” He watched as the book case swung inwards and revealed, hidden until that moment, another corridor. “Second door on the left, Philip.” Philip walked forward and stood at the door she had indicated. “Go on in Philip.” He turned the handle to the ultra-modern plain grey door and walked into a sitting room. There was a vast corner suite of pale grey leather and matching easy chairs, thoughtfully placed. In the centre of the room was a long coffee table finished in grey glass. At either side was an easy chair. The chairs were facing each other.

“Would you mind sitting for a moment, Philip?” She indicated one of the easy-chairs and immediately sat down facing him. “Philip, I am delighted to meet you.” She was greeted with a blush as she continued. “You are a fine boy and you behaved with such fortitude, moral rectitude and courage to my naughty daughters, that you have my admiration.” She looked at him keenly.

“My daughters did not deserve to escape you seeing them being punished. Miss Walker was right, it would have been most salutary. But I do understand that you had absolutely no desire to see them punished. You, had no other indication, that is, other than to presume that they did not like you. And with their past attitude I can well understand, that that was the only one possible impression of them that you could have had.” She shifted in her chair, her face and body embarrassing the boy as much as her words.

“However, Philip it was not true. Far from it. They had lost their way, partly through the privilege of being well off and having everything they wanted, whenever they wanted it. I can imagine that you were hesitant in accepting my invitation. But Philip, you are here by my invitation.” She paused to let her words be absorbed.

“The girls have wanted to apologise to you ever since the day they were punished. They know that a lesser boy, would have stayed. Miss Walker has told me that you demonstrated great courage in declining what was almost an order from a teacher. I have made them wait to apologise to you.”

She leaned forward. “I wanted to see if their attitude had really changed. It has, I am pleased to say. They are completely different girls. They were very unhappy as they were, and Miss Walkers stern punishment was the most wonderful thing that could have happened to them.” She saw him blush at the mention of Miss Walker and punishment.

“It made them see that they were missing their childhood and all the fun that goes with being fourteen-years-old.” She looked at him. His poor face could not be more, red and flushed if she had painted it with a brush.

“I am embarrassing you Philip. But I had to let you know. Now I know that Maria, will be waiting outside of the door with your bag. Why don’t you have a peep through that door to see your bedroom. This entire suite is yours for the weekend. The bathroom is off through the bedroom. I will fetch your bag.”

Philip’s face was burning as he got up, almost stumbling as he crossed to the door she had indicated. The bedroom was magnificent. He gazed in awe at the size of the bed. It looked to be at least eight-feet square. He opened what he thought was the bathroom door to find himself in a huge walk-in wardrobe and dressing room, it was completely mirrored. He left it and opened the next door.

This was the bathroom, with a ready filled and constantly filtered Jacuzzi hot-tub; a shower room, where you could have the water running and still not get wet until you walked under the large rose fitting. And then there was the bath. Set into the floor on its own. The tub had no visible faucet or any kind of controls. It was magnificent!

He walked back into the bedroom and blushed immediately as he saw Mrs Dixon holding up his underpants. She saw his immediate blush and quickly smiled at him. “I am putting your underclothes in the drawers. I’ll hang everything else up in the wardrobe. I won’t slide the door fully shut, so that you will be able to see where everything is.”

She took the rest of his clothes from the bag and held up his new trunks.

“I like your new swimming trunks Philip. Your mother told me that you were often embarrassed with having to wear brief speedo’s, when you were with girls.”

Ivanka was delighted with look of abject dismay at that little piece of information. “Don’t worry, Philip. Your secret is safe with me. Now why don’t you pop your clothes off and get into your trunks. I have a nice towelling robe, that is just right for walking to the pool. I won’t open the curtains until you have changed.” She looked at his crestfallen face. “Change in the wardrobe, the bathroom can be a bit slippery with bared feet.” She saw the instant relief on his face and smiled to herself. Poor Philip, what a weekend you are going to have!.

Ivanka handed him the trunks. “The Robes are in the bathroom. But I want to see how you look in your trunks.” He blushed again. But took the trunks into the walk-in wardrobe. At least he could be able to check the fit of the trunks in the mirrored sliding doors of the closets. He shut the door to the bedroom, even though he knew he would might either look rude, or rather prim. He looked at the back of the door to see, that it too was completely mirrored. He noticed, that as he closed it, the lights in the room automatically turned to their full brightness.

He stripped off and hung his new shorts and shirts on the many hangers that were available. He left his underpants on one of the shelves, realising that even they too, were brand new.

He could see his naked body in the mirrors. His waxing had been thorough, and he knew that even though it had been a month ago that he still looked much younger without his little tuft of pubic hair. He stood naked and looked at the trunks.

The strings were hanging down at the front, so he knew which way to step into them. Without any vanity he looked at his naked body in the mirrored room. He could look forward and yet have a perfect view of his rear. He experimented for a moment seeing how many angles of his body he could see. Wow, he thought this must be perfect for a dressing room. You can see everything two or three times over and all from different angles. It must be impossible to walk out of here with a mark on the back of your jacket or trousers. You can get a perfect view of all of you. You could check every aspect of your clothing before you walked out.

Ivanka sat on the bed to watch. Although the door was mirrored and opaque from the inside. From the outside It was crystal clear as if it did not exist. It gave a perfect view of the mirrored interior.

My, his body is perfect. What a lovely penis, pale and plump even when flaccid. A perfect bottom; soft unblemished skin, but firm beneath. No wonder the girls have taken an interest in you. Miss Walker too! How delicious. Completely bereft of hair. How nice it is, to be able to see every detail without all that unkempt hair that some boys have. Oh, Philip you are a darling boy. I can see every inch of you, and, you are completely unaware. It is a such a lovely way to view a young boy, naked, natural and completely unaware of how my beautiful mirrors work. Which, ever way you turn your body, my darling. I see everything, even your little pink bottom-hole. Just a darling boy, aren’t you Philip... a beautiful bare bottomed, delicious naked natural boy. Those full, plump and squidgy balls. I can’t wait to hold them for you. Or slip my long slender fingers right up into your cute little bottom. So that I have you wriggling like a fish on the end of a stick. Take your time sweetheart I could sit and watch you all day.

Finally, he stepped into them, slipping them up his thighs and then adjusting his penis and testicles, so that they nestled comfortably against the net lining. They were a perfect fit and he tied the ties at the front into a bow. He looked in the mirror and realised that they really looked good. They were all white with a pattern that just looked like a different texture, rather than a different colour. He knew that Mrs Dixon would be in the bedroom, but he had no choice in showing her his trunks as the bathroom was the next door along.

He walked into the bedroom as casually as he could. But he had to re-acquaint himself with her beauty, and so, inevitably he was blushing as he left the dressing room, noticing the lights dim as he opened the door. She was seated upon the bed looking very cool and relaxed.

She looked at him from his head to his feet and then back from his feet to his head. “Stand with your back to me and let me see.” He did as he was bidden, feeling foolish as only a boy can while showing himself half naked to a very beautiful woman. As he turned to face her again, she saw that his face was bright red. “Come to me let me just feel the waist.” He blushed furiously but stepped forward.

“Just put your arms up... there, that’s it, now stay still.” Could he stay still, he wondered as he felt her fingers dip just inside the waistband. She ran her fingers around the entirety of his waist. Her perfume assailed his senses.

Her fingertips were cool against his skin. She ran one hand down over his bottom and then on to his thigh, he shivered as her fingers slipped inside the leg of the trunks. She smiled up at him as he wondered how far her long slender fingers were going to go. “Oh, they are perfect. It is very difficult, buying for someone who is not there to try things on, but these are perfect.”

She stood up and turned him around. Her body was tightly pressed to his back as she put her arms around him and suddenly slipped her flattened hand inside the front of his shorts and cupped his testicles and penis. He gasped as she held him for a moment before sliding her hand out again.

“Don’t feel embarrassed Philip. I don’t always know how much room they give you in these things. Now, don’t blush Philip, I used to design clothes, so I like to know if everything is perfect. Boys have their little penises and testicles to provide for. And seriously, Philip, some designers do not accommodate them properly, but these are fine. Now for heaven’s sake, stop blushing.”

She turned him around and held his hips as she sat back down on the bed, with him standing mortified in front of her. His face was as red as a beetroot and he was trembling. “Now Philip pull yourself together. I bought these trunks for you... and I wanted to make sure that they fitted you properly. Your mom measured your waist last week remember?” Philip did remember and thought his mom was going to get him something new.

“Well when I phoned your mom after I sent the invitation. She said that she was delighted and mentioned that she was going to get you some new trunks. I asked her what trunks you had, and she told me they were Speedo. I asked her if she would mind if I got you a pair of European ones. I told her that I would like to buy you some, because I used to design clothes and know all the good makes.”

She smiled warmly at his blushing face. “She wanted to pay me for them, but I wouldn’t let her. So now you know why I must have seemed a little indelicate.” She laughed, she looked so lovely laughing, that Philip could not help but join in.

He didn’t know how he got the courage but, as he was laughing, he said. “Is that what it was... indelicate?

“Oh no Philip, there was nothing indelicate about that. You are a well-proportioned boy. But I want you to be comfortable and easy when wearing them. You know; look good but be comfortable.” He blushed mightily, but still managed to join in her laughter again.

She held her arm around his shoulder as she took him towards the curtain. “Look Philip.” The curtains seemed to open magically as he they swished aside. The view of the huge multi-shaped pool and the gardens was magnificent.

She threw the curtain controller on to the bed and went to the bathroom and brought him a fluffy white robe. “Come on put it on and let’s go down and have fun.” Philip felt so much safer in the robe as she held his hand and walked him down the wide staircase.

They got to the pool. It was absolutely enormous. There seemed to be a lot of people, most of the people already in the pool, looked to be his own age or younger. The dozen or so people sitting around the loungers and tables and chairs near to them, were mostly of Mrs Dixon’s age.

There were other people further back into the gardens, sitting under umbrella’s or under the shade of the trees. Philip could not see any boys in the pool, there were several girls playing in the shallow parts, two of the girls looked to be of Kate’s age.

Mrs Dixon stood by his side as he gazed at the pool and the girls running about. “Who are all the girls and where are the boys?” Ivanka laughed. “They are mostly all family, unfortunately, my side of the family seem to have produced mostly girls rather than boys. They are all nieces as well as a few friends of the twins. Some of the people, sitting in the shade, are neighbours and friends of ours. I won’t embarrass you by stopping their fun and introducing you. Emma and Claire should be out soon, and they will help you mingle without any formality. I am going to get changed and then I will come and join you. Have a swim and try out those trunks. If you like to dive, go about halfway down that side, there is plenty of space and the water is deep enough. One of the maids will be out with drinks and snacks, so enjoy!”

Philp watched the smoked glass panels slide back as, without breaking her stride, she walked into the rear of the house.

Philip walked around to the far side of the pool. The water came to the top of the pool and spilled into the vents that surrounded it. Neatly indented into the white stone paving were small script legends, that gave the depth of the water. He stopped at the ‘Eight-Feet’ legend. He faced the water and looked at the pool. There was no one within twenty yards of him in any direction. In fact, from the ground, the pool seemed to go on forever.

He dived, arching his body into a good-looking dive and plunged into the water. He realised immediately that the quality of the water was superbly pleasurable. He knew immediately, that it was an oxygenated pool and contained no chemicals. It was delicious feeling as he swam underwater to the other side and turned, pushing his feet against the mosaic tiling as he began his underwater journey back to where he had dived.

Suddenly he saw that there was someone in his path. He surfaced and found that he was looking at the beautiful face of Mrs Dixon. She winked at him as he drew in his breath. She was wearing a bathing hat that framed her face beautifully, she was laughing at his surprise at seeing her. He could not help looking at her beauty, he knew that he was mesmerised by it. “How did you change so quickly?” He spluttered. She laughed again, her eyes twinkling wickedly.

“Oh, I was already wearing my bikini, I only had to put my bathing cap on.” Philip was so enchanted by her looks that he forgot to blush. Her bathing cap was jet black, it fitted tightly and perfectly, like a second skin. At the top of her forehead it swooped down to a point “It looks lovely Mrs Dixon. I’ve never seen one like it. You look like, erm, well, sort of, Cat Woman, without the mask... oh and the, erm, ears.” He blushed realising he might have caused offence.

“I mean, it looks very stylish, I didn’t mean to be...” She stopped him. “It is a very nice compliment Philip and you are correct. Now swim with me back to the shallows. I have two little girls that are dying to meet you.” She pushed his shoulder and swam away from him towards the broad steps at the shallow end.

He realised as he went into a crawl that there was no chance of catching her. She was a very stylish and excellent swimmer. Phillip stood up when he got to about three feet of water. His hands were immediately grabbed by the two younger girls, he had seen earlier. They stood at either side of him. He saw that they were only wearing bikini bottom, their breasts, although small were more fully formed than Kates.

“We’ll walk you out of the pool Philip, in case you slip. You are really a nice-looking boy, Philip. Aunty Vanka’, said you were handsome. Angie and I are always here, cos it’s such a neat pool. That’s Angela and I’m Jennifer. I don’t like being called Jenny, I like the furry bit on the end, so I’m Jennifer. Two ‘enns’ and the furry bit!”

They both giggled as they pulled him along until they were standing on the edge. Angela giggled. “Jennifer and I haven’t got any fur yet. Have you got any fur Philip, inside your cute vilebrequins?”

Philip blushed as they pulled him towards Mrs Dixon. He wasn’t blushing just at their words, but also at the sight in front of him. The beautiful Mrs Dixon was wearing the briefest of bikinis. It was jet black, which accented the brevity of her covering. Her legs were really long, the smooth skin was tanned to absolute perfection. Her waist was even more slender than he had first thought. And her breasts were so perfect that he did not dare to look at them again. He concentrated at looking into her eyes. She smiled knowingly at him, watching him blush.

“Don’t tell me that my nieces have already embarrassed you. Go on tell me what did they say?” Philip, thankfully did not have to answer. As Jennifer giggled. “Angie asked him if he had any fur, you know round his peenie, Aunty Vanka”

Mrs Dixon, looked at Philip and winked. “No, he hasn’t Angela, and it was very rude of you to ask him such a personal question.” Philip blushed as he realised that, of course, Mrs Dixon had felt inside his trunks, and the thought of that experience made him blush once more, this time, brighter still.

“Can we have our munchies with you and Philip, Aunty Vanka?”

Mrs Dixon smiled. “Yes of course, girls, but no more trying to make Philip blush. Promise?”

Mrs Dixon looked at Philip. “That table is ours over there. You can keep out of sun a bit and Emma and Claire should be here any second.” She took his hand, making him blush immediately as she pulled his body close to hers. She whispered in his ear, letting her breasts press against his arm as they walked. “Don’t let Jennifer and Angela embarrass you. They do it deliberately... and they are very good at it. My sister is two years younger than me... and she can’t cope with them at all. They look like pretty little angels, but they are more like pretty little devils. Emma and Claire will rescue you so don’t worry too much.”

She looked up. “Ah, here they are.” Phillip looked in the same direction as the glass doors slid open and Emma and Claire emerged. He blushed immediately as he saw them. They looked beautiful and Philip was already blushing to a deep red as he saw their costumes.

They were identical. Jet black thongs. The tiny black triangle between their legs, left the sides of their pubic mounds bared to his view. He immediately knew that they had to have been perfectly waxed to wear such a brief covering. Thin gold threads stretched from the tiny black strip of cloth, upwards over their hips and disappeared behind their backs. Above their teeny waists, the halter that encased their breasts, supported each breast individually. He could not even see the thin gold thread that joined the two snug cups together. Or the one that ran around their neck as if there was no support - just the firmness of their breasts naturally holding the material - rather than the material holding their breasts.

The black, gossamer-thin material even seemed to swirl around each nipple, so that the nub of flesh stood proud and enticingly outlined.

Ivanka whispered in his ear. “It looks like they have dressed just for you Philip!” Ivanka saw him blush to an even brighter red as Jennifer and Angela ran to greet Emma and Claire. They grabbed Claire and Emma’s hands, dragging the girls forward. Both Emma and Claire, raised their heads smiled gently and knowingly at Philip as he blushed at the sight of them.

Claire’s voice was serious and sincere. It was the first time they had spoken since that dreadful day at school. She seemed to be looking at him fondly.

“We are so glad you came, Philip. We have been really looking forward to this day for a long time. We are going to show you just how thankful we are to you. You look super in your trunks, we watched you from our bedroom, while we were getting changed. Do you like our costumes?”

They posed, with their legs astride until the thong just, but barely, covered the slit which he knew was hidden beneath. From the crease between thigh and torso, the mounds of their pubis’s swelled beautifully. They began to turn. Rotating their graceful bodies on one arched foot, the way fashion models do.

Philip was already red. But Ivanka was able to watch his face become increasingly agitated until the depth of his blush had turned incrementally to a beetroot colour, during their graceful pivot.

As their backs came into view he saw that their buttocks were entirely bared. Just two thin gold threads emerged from the top of the cleft of their buttocks and parted to swirl over their hips and down to the front, joining the tiny black swatch of cloth, now hidden from his view. The only other support to their halters he could see, was a thin thread of gold that went across their backs just below the shoulder blades. So, in essence, when viewed from the rear, the girls were absolutely naked.

Philip was speechless. In fact, his mouth was open. As Emma turned, she laughed at him. “Can I take that as a ‘Yes’ then, Philip?”

Philip smiled through his blushes ruefully admitting that the answer was yes. Ivanka could see that the boy was thoroughly embarrassed. But she noticed that he could hardly take his eyes from them. Ivanka took hold of his arm and led him to the table. She seated him on the cushioned chair.

“Let’s all eat. Come on girls,” she looked at Angela and Jennifer, who to Philips abject dismay, were pulling down their bikini bottoms. Without a thought, they placed them on the back of a chair so that they would dry in the sun. Emma threw them a towel. Which they both used to dry their bottoms before they dropped it on the ground and sat naked upon their chairs. “Look Philip, we don’t have any fur on our muffins. Can you see?” They sat with their legs open, before Philip had time to turn his blushing face away from them. Ivanka smiled at him. “Take no notice Philip. They have triple sixes tattooed on their heads. For twelve-year-olds they are absolutely incorrigible!”

Philip had always known that Emma and Claire were pretty. He had often looked at them at school. But he had not realised just how perfect their faces and figures were until today. He could see that they would grow up to be just as beautiful as their mother.

He blushed as he shuffled his chair forward. He knew that his penis had become erect. The trunks that she had so intimately examined him in, did not seem quite so roomy as his penis became as hard as a rod of steel.

He needed to put his hands in his trunks to adjust himself, but, had absolutely no idea how to accomplish that as he sat between Mrs Dixon and her two almost naked daughters.

Claire was seated next to him, with her sister next to her. Thankfully the two twelve-year-olds, were seated on the other side and had pulled their chairs up to the table, hiding most of their nakedness.

He pulled his chair even closer as Mrs Dixon handed him a plate with several sandwiches and an assortment of rolls and pastries. She leaned forward and served the girls with the same assortment. A number of maids were serving the tables as he looked over the gardens. He realised how well organised the party was. One of the maids was taking baked potatoes off a barbeque and filling tureens with them.

Suddenly he felt a slender hand dip into his shorts. He looked to his left and saw that Claire was cutting some food up for Jennifer. He was going to turn towards Mrs Dixon as her fingers gently slipped under his bulging scrotum and skilfully, pulled his testes upwards before slipping his erect penis to the side. He felt the relief from his constriction and a rapid burning in his cheeks as she slid her hand from his shorts. He looked at her to see that her head was turned away from him as she talked to Angela. She sensed his movement and just whispered without even looking at him. “Is that better sweetie?”

The afternoon alternated between embarrassment and fun. Most of the girls were approximately the same age as Emma and Claire and most of the embarrassment came from their comments or horseplay as they swam and splashed him as well as each other.

Ivanka had watched Philip and saw that he was kind and considerate. Angela and Jennifer had grabbed him whenever they could so that he would have to play with them. She had listened to him and watched him as he took a break from his swimming and spoken with them.

“No more teasing, no more trying to shock me, OK?” They had nodded solemnly. “Right Angela, you sit on the side there and don’t move. If I see you move you lose your turn. Jennifer, you lay face down in the water and spread your arms and legs out. I won’t let you drown in the water, but you have to trust me. OK?”

Ivanka watched as he grasped her arm and leg and spun her around and around, skimming her body over the water, her slender body sending out a fine spray as he swung her low to the water... and then suddenly high in the air before brushing her body against the water again. She was squealing with delight and happiness. After about twenty spins, he let her down gently and stood her up. “You have to go and sit where Angela was seated and you are not to move, understand.” She nodded and walked stiff-legged, swinging her arms like a soldier, while she marched to the side.

He took Angela and repeated the performance. After he had finished he seated one on each arm and walked them to the deeper part and then suddenly bent his knees and ducked them. They came up spluttering and laughing.

She could hear him saying, “No, give me a break, You’ve, both eaten too much, and you are nearly too heavy to lift. Go and have another burger and then I can use you as sink-weights for swimming underwater.”

The party lasted until about seven. Everyone, including the older girls and women, all seemed to eat ad hoc. They would swim, dry themselves and then grab something to eat or drink before jumping back into the pool or chase each other around the lawns. It really was an idyllic afternoon. Philip knew that if he were not so shy, that he would have enjoyed it even more.

It was seven-ten as they moved into the sitting room. Philip had his robe over his trunks as Mrs Dixon stopped him in the middle of the room. She was wearing a white silk robe. The material was the finest silk he had ever seen. It was tied with a black sash. She bent on one knee and put her hands under his robe. Before Philip could say or do anything, she had whisked his trunks down around his ankles and was lifting his feet to take them off. He held his robe close to him as she took them away to dry.

Claire and Emma had left them and dashed up to their rooms. Philip had no idea, where their rooms were as the house was so vast.

Mrs Dixon looked at him and placed her hand upon his cheek. Naturally, he blushed before he could even think. She looked into his face and spoke softly. “I am going to take you to one of the rooms. Claire and Emma have something to say to you and so do I. Please hold my hand and come with me, Philip, Sweetheart.”

She took his hand gently. She led him through a maze of corridors one after the other, until he was completely lost and did not know his whereabouts at all. At last he was led to a room which was the last door, in what seemed to be the last of many, many corridors.

“In here please Philip.” He entered the room with her. There was very little furniture in it, although it was tastefully clear of clutter. There was one chair, with its hard back towards the facing wall. The wall was bare, apart from a doorway and a tall modern grey cupboard.

In front of the chair was a long thinly-padded grey leather bench. It looked to be seven feet wide and four feet deep. It was only about eighteen inches high.

In front of the bench was one, very low, grey leather easy chair. The easy chair faced the bench.

Mrs Dixon indicated that Philip should sit upon the easy chair. He looked puzzled but gathered his towelling robe around him and sat facing the bench. He watched as Mrs Dixon walked to the other side of the bench and sat on the hardbacked chair, facing him. Her silken robe fell around her as she sat. She addressed him, rather like a headmistress would address a pupil called to her office.

“I am going to call Claire and Emma into this room. But before I do, I must tell you, Philip, that I require you to sit where you are and listen to what all three of us have to say to you. Do not leave your seat and do not say anything. Will you agree to that?”

Philip was blushing, he really did not know why, but he could not help it.

He had listened to her and of course he would agree. “Yes, Mrs Dixon I will sit here and not say anything, unless you ask me something.” She smiled at him. “How astute you are Philip. Of course, I may ask you something. Good boy.”

She turned her head to the door behind her and called. “Please come in, both of you.”

Philip was surprised when the door opened immediately, and even more surprised when he saw them. He wanted to speak but did not. They were dressed as he usually saw them at school.

Each girl wore her school uniform. The blazers, the white shirts and navy ties; the pleated skirts and bared legs with white socks and black shoes. All were exactly as they would be dressed for morning assembly. They were perfectly-groomed, and their blonde hair was tied back neatly behind their heads. The hair had been brushed to a shine. They were without a doubt, impeccably and fastidiously turned-out!

They did not smile or acknowledge him but moved to stand at either side of their mother’s chair, facing him.

Emma looked into his eyes and spoke only to him: “I want to apologise to you, Philip. Whatever you may think to the contrary. I have always liked you and admired the way that you conduct yourself.”

She turned her head towards Claire. She too, looked straight into Philip’s eyes and addressed her words to him alone. “I want to apologise to you, Philip. I have always liked you and I have admired your hard work. Emma and I have both been awful to you and we have treated you badly, without having any reason to.”

Philip was blushing and bursting to say that he had not realised that they liked him and there was no reason for her to apologise. Knowing that she liked him was enough. He watched as she turned to her mother.

Mrs Dixon spoke to him firmly but not unkindly. “Both Claire and Emma have apologised. However, they both feel that words are not enough. They have thought long and hard over finding a way to prove to you that they are truly contrite and that you will know beyond any doubt that what they have said to you is the truth. They wish to make sure that you believe them unquestionably.”

She could see that he wanted to speak. She looked at him sternly her beautiful face, showing absolutely no emotion. Philip shivered.

“I am going to ask you a question. But apart from the answer you will remain silent, Philip. I am adamant, you will not make any remark other than: Yes or No. Am I making myself absolutely clear? I will be very cross with you if you break this rule that I have given you”

Philip could not help a sudden shiver but answered as she wished. “Yes, Mrs Dixon.”

“Thank you, Philip. Remember only yes or no.” She continued, her first words puzzling him.

“There was once a story about an Austrian Boy that climbed the highest mountain in Austria. He climbed it because that was the only place where the Edelweiss grew. He wanted to prove his love to his girl. Not just with words, but with a deed that was so difficult and arduous, that no one else had ever accomplished it. Have you heard of that story?”

She looked at him. “Yes Miss.” She held her hand up and continued.

“There is no need to correct yourself, you may call me ‘Miss’. Now Philip have you heard of The Arabian quest, where a boy wanted to prove his love for the Kings daughter. The King’s daughter knew that the boy’s greatest fear was of snakes. She knew that he was terrified of them. She had heard that, in a far-off land there was a great pit where lay a golden globe. The golden globe was fiercely guarded by Vipers. She said that if he could capture the golden globe from the viper’s lair and bring it to her, then she would marry him. Have you heard that story, Philip?”

He looked puzzled and rather frightened as he answered her.

“Yes, Miss.”

“Then Philip, you may understand the decision that my daughters have come to. Their punishment of twelve strokes of the paddle by Miss Walker was the most frightening thing that they have ever experienced. It was only thirty days ago.” She paused and looked at him seriously.

“When they returned home I administered an extra three strokes of the riding crop to their bared and paddled bottoms.”

She saw his surprise but ignored it. “Now listen and stay where you are They have requested that, in front of you, I administer twelve strokes of the paddle and three strokes of the riding crop to their bared bottoms. It is their greatest fear. And they wish to endure it to prove to you that they are sincere and honestly and truthfully sorry.”

Ivanka could see that Philip was ready to jump out of his chair and protest. She held her hand up with the flattened palm turned towards him, quieting him instantly. “I have not finished Philip and you promised to remain silent and sit in your chair until I have. Do wish to rescind your promise?”

Philip felt and looked guilty. “I am sorry Mrs Dixon. No, I don’t wish to break my promise.”

“Let me continue.” She looked at him straight in the eyes. So intently that he dared not to look elsewhere.

“I have refused their request, even though it is what they both wanted. I have refused to beat them so severely. I have talked with Miss Walker and explained that they are adamant, that their sorrow and regret must be proved, so Miss Walker and I have come to a compromise. Which we think will let the girls prove to you their absolute sincerity.”

She looked at him intently. “I will administer, only six strokes of the paddle to their bared bottoms in front of you.”

Her voice was earnest and forceful as he began to look anxious and fidgeted in his chair.

“You will not get up, you will sit - and you will listen as you promised - until I have finished.”

She paused and looked at him. “Miss Walker has asked me to say this to you, knowing that you might want to refuse. To refuse would hurt both Emma and Claire more than you will ever know. It is like spurning a gift of love or ignoring a plea for mercy.”

She leaned forward, and her voice softened. “Look at me Philip. You would be spurning the only gift that they can give to you. A gift to prove their sorrow and their shame. That gift cannot be bought in any store. That gift, to you, Philip... is their pain and their suffering.”

Her voice was almost a breath. “I do not want to do punish them. But I will. I will be hard and thorough, so that their proof of atonement is more than sufficient for even the most sceptical.”

She looked into his eyes. “They are frightened of the pain, it is their pit of snakes and their most perilous of climbs. They will bear it... and they will bear it for you.”

She moved forward in her chair. “Now tell me Philip, what do you want to do? Do you want to throw this act of contrition, back into their own faces?”

Philip had tears in his eyes. He could not stop his tears, because he knew he could not refuse their request.

“No Miss, I do not want to spurn their gift. I understand now. I have been slow and stupid. Now I really do understand what they want. I will watch them and see their pain, I promise. I’m so sorry Mrs Dixon for not understanding the importance to them.”

He turned to both Emma and Claire. “I understand now, Emma. I understand now Claire.”

Emma murmured. “Thank you, Philip.” Claire followed her. “Thank you, Philip.”

Mrs Dixon arose from her chair. Not looking at her daughters or at Philip. She went to the cupboard and took out a paddle. It looked wicked. Suddenly Philip realised that it was the same paddle that had been used on his own bottom. Miss Walker must have given it to Mrs Dixon to use upon the twins.

He watched, blushing brightly, as the twins began to undress. They did not hang their clothes but laid them on the shiny wooden floor. He fidgeted in embarrassment as Claire unhooked her bra and stood naked from the waist up. Her nakedness was soon followed by the sight of Emma’s own naked body. They both began to remove their skirts and then the wispy panties beneath. When they were both completely bared of clothing, they kneeled up upon the padded bench.

Philip watched nervously, as they angled themselves, like an arrow with their heads as the tip, facing him. Their shoulders were almost together, but their bottoms were over four feet apart from each other. Philip understood why, when he saw them spread their knees out upon the padded bench. They expanded the gap between their legs so widely, that the inside knee of each girl, was touching her sister’s.

They went down upon their elbows, so that their faces were now on the same level as his. He could see that their bottoms were raised and that the cheeks of their smooth rumps were splayed widely. He moved forward in his chair as both Emma and Claire looked to him for comfort and forgiveness.

His attention was suddenly diverted by Mrs Dixon. He looked over their heads as their mother let her robe fall to the floor. She was now naked apart from the two bands of black bikini that she had worn at the pool. He saw her take the paddle and raise it. She brought it down hard and fast. The smack of the paddle was much louder and more staccato than he had expected, and sound of the first cruel slap ricocheted around the room. Emma had received the first stroke and Philip could see the absolute shock and turmoil across her face and in her eyes.

The paddle was raised again and brought down in a rush of air. This time Claire shuddered and raised her head in anguish.

Philip knew that the severity of the strokes was far more punishing than those of Miss Walker. He did not know how Mrs Dixon was placing the strokes but got the impression that they were being applied in the same pattern and to the same areas where he had received his own punishment.

He could see the flushed cheeks of both girls as they looked at him. The intensity of the blue green eyes, which had to peer slightly upwards towards his as they hung their heads, surprised him and somehow shamed him. Their breasts were visible as they dipped their spines. Sometimes the soft flesh of their breasts was pressed and squashed against the leather bench as the paddle scorched their bottoms.

He felt a flutter of embarrassment in his tummy as he saw Mrs Dixon place her hand between Claire’s legs and squeeze the mound of flesh around hair labia, making the girl proffer her bottom even more openly.

Claire broke on her third stroke; her wail of anguish made the tears run down Philip’s cheeks. He looked at her and saw her whisper to him, the words were broken and strangely accented between her ragged breaths. Even through her maelstrom of pain she whispered to him again and again. “For you, Philip... for you!”

Emma broke on the fourth stroke. Her whole body shivered in absolute torment as the ear-splitting crack of the paddle seemed to sear through Philip’s brain. She looked at him, her cheeks were flushed with pinkness and her mouth hung open. Her eyes fastened on his. “Look at me, Philp.”

The fifth and sixth strokes were so heart-breaking that Philip was crying uncontrollably, but he dared not to take his eyes from theirs. He watched their bodies heave and shudder as Mrs Dixon laid the last two strokes upon their bravely proffered flesh. With no fastening-down, no encouragement to endure, but their own fortitude and courage, they had raised their buttocks to the paddle. Mrs Dixon, sighed resignedly as she placed the paddle back into the cupboard.

Emma and Claire rubbed their naked shoulders together, side by side, to comfort each other. Their legs were quivering, and their tears were running down onto Philip’s knees. He did not know whether it was the wrong thing, or the right thing, to do, but he slid to his knees upon the floor and kissed both of them upon their trembling lips.

He had many things he knew he must say to then, a myriad of jumbled thoughts and emotions, but he waited. He knew that he had to wait until they were coherent and more sanguine. He knew that the ordeal that they had put themselves through, had been terrible and painful. He had been as aware, as they were, that the strokes had been far more severe than they had anticipated compared to Miss Walker’s. But he also knew that if they had been any less severe, that they would not have felt as if they had proved themselves.

Ivanka looked at her daughters. Their bottoms were a mess of imprinted images of the leather paddle. She knew it was what they had wanted. She also knew, that if she were to be honest with herself, that they were right. To assuage a pain takes only time. To assuage a guilt is so complicated that it sometimes never happens in a lifetime.

At the moment she was just glad that it was all over. She would now enjoy the freedom of having discharged her terrible responsibility. It had played upon her mind since it was first mooted. She placed a jar of cream upon the bench. It was the very best available. She took her robe from where she had dropped it and put it on, tying the black silken belt tightly around her slender waist.

Yes, it was finished! And they had paid their penance and proved their repentance. At last, now was ‘after’ a different mood and a different victim. After, oh, yes... after! It was the pudding course, the desert, the sauternes, the champagne with the strawberry in it. What a thrill it would be. Yes, after... she would discharge her very pleasant responsibilities and enjoy every moment of it. She hoped the girls would recover quickly enough to enjoy it too! She stroked her fingers over their faces and took Philip by the hand.

“Come Philip, I know you have things to say. But the girls will look after each other far better than I could. They need this time to themselves. You may say a few words to them. But the time for conversation is later.”

He could see that they were looking at him expectantly. He had no words rehearsed out of the million things he could say to them. He stood in front of them and knelt down, seeing their faces look into his. “You are both very beautiful girls. You are beautiful in your faces and your bodies. But most of all you are beautiful in your hearts. I love you both for your sacrifice.”

Philip, blushed as Mrs Dixon took his hand. “Claire and Emma want you to see their bottoms.” She led him around the padded bench and stood him behind Claire, she made sure that he stood still and looked at the damage that she had wrought upon their cheeks. He noticed that she had placed her strokes in exactly the same places as Miss Walker. From the tops of her bottom to the top six inches of her thighs.

She moved him to stand behind Emma. Again, she made him stand and look. Emma’s bottom was identically marked as that of her sister. His tears flowed, some spilling on to her bottom cheeks, in sympathy for both girls. He had not realised how widely spread their buttocks were until now. The cute pink rosebuds of their sphincters were clearly visible almost as if they were an aiming point for the paddle. He could see that the insides of her thighs were still quivering with the shock of the paddle. He shivered in sympathy as he wept for them.

He let Mrs Dixon Walk him out of the room. She led him along the maze of corridors, holding his hand, her fingers occasionally squeezing his, until they came to the sitting room. She walked him through into a kitchen that he had not seen before. There was a large breakfast bar. Behind that there was a centre unit where one would cook.

She stood him next to one of the tall stools at the breakfast bar and turned him to face her. She put the flat of her palms to each of his reddened and tearful cheeks. She looked into his eyes and spoke to him softly and lovingly.

“I know that you had a thousand things to say to Emma and Claire, but what you said was the most sincere and loving thing you could have ever said to any girl. I know they are in pain physically, but they are happy beyond any measure. I love you for it, Philip. You are a young boy, but you have understood their guilt and wiped it clean. You have freed them... and they are happy.”

She held him gently and brushed her lips against his. She moved her head back to look into his reddened face and glistening eyes. “Thank you, Philip” Delicately she stroked her fingers against his cheeks, brushing the tears away.

It was perhaps an hour and thirty minutes later that, Philip was seated across the breakfast bar from Mrs Dixon. She had fed him, and they had talked. Not about Emma or Claire, but about his interests, his mother, Kate, Uncle Larry, and lastly his school. She was easy to talk to and he had not blushed once.

She excused herself after she had shown him where the restrooms were. He was surprised that there were two, until she had explained that they entertained quite often, both, socially and with her husband’s colleagues and clients. He had wondered why they had been marked. He, and, She.

She had left him well supplied with juice and nibbles as she left him and walked into the corridor.

It was forty minutes later, when she returned to where he was sitting. He blushed as soon as he saw her. She was wearing a white tunic very similar to the one that Aunty Wendy wore. Except that the one Mrs Dixon was wearing was beautifully tailored to her figure. The material was so fine that Philip was not quite uncertain as to whether he could see the colour of her skin through it. The pockets at each breast doubled the thickness of the material, so there seemed to be no absolute clue as to ascertain whether he could, or he could not see her bare flesh.

The twins arrived a few minutes later. They were fully made-up with their beautiful hair tied back. They did not look as if they had experienced anything untoward. And certainly, anyone that did not know what had happened a couple of hours or so ago, would have suspected anything at all.

They did not sit at the breakfast bar but stood at the opposite side to Philip. He was delighted to see them, but was curious as to why, they too, were wearing white tailored tunics. One thing was clear though. Philip could see that Emma’s tunic did not have pockets. It confirmed beyond doubt that material was so fine the you could see the flesh beneath their tunics. The darker colour of nipples and aureoles was quite distinct.

Mrs Dixon looked at him and smiled fondly at him. “Emma and Claire would like to thank you, as of course would I, Philip.” Emma looked at him demurely, even shyly. “No one has ever said anything so nice to me before, Philip. Thank you.”

Claire looked at him. “We used to be bitches, at one time. Real bitches” She paused and bit her lip thoughtfully.

“Not so long ago, Philip. Saying those words to me, would have meant nothing. But because we already know how chivalrous and courageous you are, and how upset you were just to see us in pain. Our hearts went out to you. I know you are blushing and embarrassed Philip. But I still intend to tell you this. We love you. I mean what I say, we love you. Both of us!”

This time Emma looked into his eyes, taking all of his attention. “We know you are going out with Trish... and we know Trish loves you, but so do we.” She smiled at him. The depth and genuine fondness in her eyes, beguiled him.

“I have been talking to Trish for the past forty minutes, while Claire did my bottom for me.” She looked at him. “See, Philip. You are blushing again. Well, she is happy for us to love you in any way we want. And let me tell you Philip Collins; We always get what we want, so there!”

Both girls giggled and laughed, when they saw his face. But underneath they knew, that they would succeed. They would get what they wanted. They were determined... and they had never failed yet.

Philip did not know what to say or do. Mrs Dixon smiled at him as she happily began his upcoming evening of pure embarrassment and humiliation. “Well girls, time is getting on and obviously we have no babysitters this evening, so I shall have to be in charge of you all.”

She smiled at him ignoring the blushes already starting up again.

“Philip, we will take you up to give you your bath. And then we have your extractions to perform. Now Wendy Noble tells me that you always have two extractions on each weekday, and three extractions per day at the weekends. So that is three tonight and then perhaps we can fit an extra one in first thing tomorrow morning, to make it four. If that would make you more comfortable!”

She continued as if Philip’s face was not the beetroot colour, that it actually was.

“Now for this evening, Philip the girls will be helping me with your bath and then with your extractions. We have an excellent facility for your extractions so that you will be really comfortable while we penetrate your bottom. Your emissions should be quite thorough, so we will be able to empty your squidgy little testes without any problem at all. Oh, and we have some lovely new cream for your little peenie and your bot-bot.”

Needless to say, Philip was dumbstruck. He just sat on his stool as Mrs Dixon walked around to his side of the breakfast bar and slid his robe from his shoulders.

“You won’t need your robe any more tonight, Philip. The girls have already filled your bath, so stand up so I can slip it off.”

She helped him up as his face continued to deepen in colour. “There we are, now,” she said as she undid the sash of his robe and whisked the robe away to place it on the stool beside him. “The girls can take you by the hand and guide you upstairs, while I follow behind.”

Emma and Claire came around the breakfast bar and stood looking at his naked body. For some reason, Philip was too embarrassed to move his hands from his sides to cover himself.

Emma looked at his slender body and then looked at him directly into his anguished face. “Oh Philip, you are so beautiful, your peenie is just as I remember it. You are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen.”

She gently took hold of his penis with one hand and cupped the fingers of her other hand around his scrotum. She looked into his blushing face, seeing his trembling lips and that he was trying to avoid looking at her.

“Look at me sweetheart, I know how shy you are. I don’t mind if you are shy, I am going to love you and care for you.”

She looked deep into his eyes as she bared the head of his penis. She felt it throb immediately.

“Good boy, I love your peenie when it jumps about in my hand. There he goes again, I bet it waggles all the way down the corridor and right up the stairs. I won’t be greedy and hog you all to myself, otherwise Claire will get cross and we never fall out ever. We love each other and now we both love you too!”

Philip suddenly shivered as Mrs Dixon stroked her hand down the cheeks of his bottom. “You have such a lovely bottom, Philip. I think I am going to powder your bottom before you go to bed. Did you notice how soft Emma and Claire’s botties were, before they made me spank them so hard?”

Philip had to concentrate on walking, he felt dizzy with embarrassment. His penis was fully erect, it bobbed and waggled from side to side with each step. His hands were held firmly, by Emma to his right and Claire to his left. They reached the staircase and he knew Mrs Dixon was examining every facet of his body as his penis led the way. His cheeks were burning, his senses ablaze, as he was led like a condemned man towards the bathroom.

The bathroom was not the one he had been given to his suite. Instead it was off the third corridor at the top of the stairs. It was modern and functional. The bath stood on its own in the middle of the floor. It also had a safety rail above it. He realised why they had brought him to this one, when he was instructed to get into the water and face them. Then to take hold of the rail above his head and spread his legs wide.

“Whatever you do, Philip, you must hold on to the rail and not let go. I shall smack your bare botty if you let go.” Although Mrs Dixon smiled at him, he was quite sure that she meant it.

She stood back and examined him, with Claire and Emma standing at each side of her. She looked at him. Her eyes were twinkling as she spoke to him.

“You didn’t think I was not going to look after you properly while you are here, did you Philip?” She looked deep into his eyes.

“I know how embarrassed you get, but I need to look after you. Are you comfortable holding the grab rail? It is very strong and safe.”

Philip looked at Mrs Dixon. Never, would he have thought, that she would know about anything as personal as his private extractions. It seemed so alien that she would know about them. Why had Aunty Wendy betrayed his confidences.

Then it came to him. In their eyes he was still a little boy. Why should little boys get upset about teachers, nurses, Aunties. In fact, why would a little boy feel so indignant about anything to do with his well-being. Grown-ups make the decisions for little boys and little boys must abide by them.

Embarrassment. Pooh, what a cute baby, was wittle Phiwips going red over showing his wittle peenie and his wittle botty, bot, bot? Diddums Darling.

He had heard it and yet, even at fourteen years old it was still true. He was to be ‘looked after.’ And that meant he had no choice. Right or wrong... he had no choice. He listened to their words. Could they possibly know how much shame he felt? He was mature surely. He had had pubic hair until Trish had waxed him. He blushed and trembled - his introspect of no use to him at all.

“Now Emma is going to wash your little botty and I am going to wash your beautifully plump peenie and those squidgy testes of yours. I will be very gentle with your genitals. I know how delicate little boys are.”

She picked up an apron from one of the chairs and tied it around her waist.

“This bathroom is far better, isn’t it, girls? He is nicely spread-legged, and we can move around him and get him nicely lathered up, knowing that he won’t slip.”

She stroked his cheek. She thought the heat emanating from his blushes was so delicious.

To have a beautiful naked boy standing so acquiescent and vulnerable, with his long thighs spread wide apart and his hands stretched above his head was so scrumptious and thrilling, that she felt heavenly. She looked at his blushing face and spoke to Claire.

“Look Claire he is at just the right height for you to give him a kiss. Do you think he would like a kiss from you, while his little peenie is pointing right at you? I bet he would Claire. But you will have to wait until I bathe him properly.”

Claire smiled at him teasingly. “Would you like a kiss, Philip? I would love to kiss you, especially now that you are a bare-baby. You look so nice with your legs spread wide and look, your little peenie is bobbing like cork in the sea. I bet you can you feel it, bob, bob, bobbing? My you are absolutely, Dee-lish.”

Ivanka moved towards him. She knew that the girls would watch her and pass her the shampoo and soaps as she needed them. But they would not participate until she instructed them otherwise. “Don’t let the girls embarrass you, Philip. They love to tease, but now you know that they love you and care for you. You know that there is no malice or meanness. But I am sure they will always tease you. They can’t help it!”

Philip stood reluctantly spread-legged as Mrs Dixon soaped her hands. The container being held ready by Claire. Emma was looking into his face, seeing his pure embarrassment. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow as if to ask whether he was going to obey her mother.

Ivanka began to soap his chest and his shoulder. He could not believe that such a beautiful woman was actually stroking her hands over his body as he stood obediently naked before her. She soaped down to his hips and then down each thigh. Ignoring his throbbing penis and his bulging testicles. Finally, she was finished and stood back to see that his body was visibly shivering with embarrassment.

“Right, darling boy. Emma and Claire are going to wash your back and your squidgy little bottom. And then I will do your lovely little peenie and that scrumptious little bag holding your testes. I bet they are full to overflowing with all the excitement you’ve had today.”

She soaped her hands again and passed the container to Claire and Emma. Emma looked at his again as she coated her hands with soap. She spoke to him shyly. “I am putting lots of soap on my hands, so that they are nice and slippery and super slurrpy, when I get down to your botty. I am pleased that your botty is not sore like last time. It is so pretty, that it would be a shame to see it marked like it was before, when Miss Walker paddled it for you.”

He watched helplessly as they moved around to the other side of the bath where he could not see them. Immediately he felt soft hands smoothing down his back, sliding softly against his skin, lathering him gently.

Mrs Dixon held his attention and moved forward she cupped her left hand underneath his bulging scrotum and began to soap him. He shivered as she looked at him. “You will have to relax a little more, Philip. I will oh, so gentle with your delicate little boy bits. Just look at me while I soap you up.”

As soon as he looked into her face he felt her fingers wrap around the shaft of his penis. He shivered in absolute embarrassment as she retracted the foreskin and held it back tightly. He knew that the head of his penis had been fully bared but was not prepared for the intensity of sensation as her other hand began to stroke around the vulnerable corona of the exposed flesh.

Around and around her hand circled the glans of his penis. He shivered uncontrollably and then suddenly jerked as slender little fingers began to wriggle deep between the cheeks of his bottom.

He shivered and shook, hardly seeing the nod of the beautiful face in front of him. It all came at once an avalanche of ecstatic, probing, prodding stroking and stretching. He hung on to the rail, utterly exposed and defenceless while every nerve was coaxed to a crescendo of utter sexual torment.

His body jerked as clever and knowing fingers slithered through his sphincter making their way unerringly to that secret place inside his bottom. He felt the first tentative probing and then the firm pressure as his prostate was instantly located and nonchalantly stimulated.

He could feel something firm and slippery furrow between his legs, as the heel of a hand was pushed through and then eager fingers grasped his scrotum. They quickly enveloped him and squeezed his delicate testicles in rapid bursts of pressure.

The very tip of his penis seemed to be scored and probed at will, as the stimulation to the rim of his penis became a flurry of intuitive arousal. He clung on, weak and helpless as his body quivered. He began to ejaculate, each spurt, so anguished that it was almost painful.

He looked at Mrs Dixon. Her face, the face of a goddess, her appearance, an oasis of calm and tranquillity, while her hands rapidly and nonchalantly tormented and inflamed his flesh with utter precision and callous dexterity.

He felt utterly bereft of any self-esteem. He was humiliated and shamed as he ejaculated wildly in humiliating and wretched despair. On and on it went. The fingers inside his bottom, coaxing him to produce more and more emissions. His body wracked with the torment of giving his all and being made to give more and more.

He was taken over the threshold of arousal, onto the peak of intense sensation and then down into the deep gorge of excruciating agony. That most terrible territory; the surfeit of sensation, where each touch is its own separate agony.

And then suddenly, as if the clouds of desperation had parted; the calm descended. Gentle hands withdrew from him. Fingers slithered carefully from his bottom, sympathetic hands stroked the cheeks of his face and the cheeks of his bottom. Soft voices, distant and yet coming nearer to him as he came to his senses.

“Poor baby, my you were such a pent-up little boy, weren’t you sweetie? Let’s get you rinsed, I promise we won’t touch your sensitive bits until they calm down a bit.

He looked at his goddess through glistening eyes. He clung to the rail, sure that he would fall if he even loosened his grip. He saw her carefully scrunch up her apron, before handing it to Emma to drop in the used towel hamper.

Claire looked out of the bathroom door, she just saw Trish and Jill far away down at the end of the corridor. They were supporting her naked brother. Jill opened the door towards the east wing of the house and they led him through. Well, she thought it looks as if Tommy’s scheduled milking’s were being performed right on time. She walked to the room two doors down the corridor and opened the door. The room was in pristine condition, and yet she knew that it could only have been a few minutes ago, that Tommy had been ejaculating helplessly while Trish and Jill had coaxed mercilessly.

The strong lights had been left on for them. The high bed had been prepared with a clean single sheet over its narrow surface. The stirrups had been returned to their position beneath the bed. And a clean pillow had been placed at the opposite end. Trish had even filled and turned on the waxing pots, which was the room’s primary use, that of waxing the girls and their beautiful mother and aunts. The room was equipped with everything from warming cabinets to sinks and all the paraphernalia one would require during a waxing session to add comfort and convenience.

Aunty Christina would be here soon. Claire wondered whether Christina and her mother had decided to let Christina’s girls help while Philip was waxed? ‘Now that would make him blush,’ she thought. She had to admit that the twelve-year-olds, were a real help, when she was being waxed by Christina. They had laid out the strips, refilled the pots, checked the temperature etc. and they were surprisingly adept at stripping the cloths that held the hair, quickly and efficiently causing no more discomfort than if it was Christina doing it. It was just they were bound to tease. She knew they had when she had let them help her with Tommy. He had not known which way to turn the poor boy.

She closed the door and returned to the bathroom. Philip was now laying in the bath, while her mother washed his hair. She was just rinsing it, so Claire knew that he would be soon getting out to get dried. Claire took Emma’s arm and led her to the doorway, out of Philip’s earshot. She whispered in her ear.

“Tommy looked as if he had been put through the mill. Only caught a glimpse at the end of the corridor, but he looked dead on his feet.” Emma smiled. “He is so much better now. I hear that Trish and Jill are taking him to Charlotte’s house tomorrow. Her parents are away so, they will have that lovely naked brother of ours, all to themselves. Yes, and we will have the gorgeous naked Philip all to ourselves.” They both stifled their giggles as they looked towards Philip.

It was an hour later that Philip had gasped his last anguished protestation. His head rolling to the side as they coaxed the last globules of semen from him. His semen, this time had been neatly collected into a jar. Her mother held it up to the lights as Emma looked at the measurements on the side.

They could all see that that it was prolific, even for a someone far more mature. But for a young boy of Philips age, Claire thought that it was quite amazing. They softly wiped his body with warm cloths.

His legs were held high and wide in the stirrups, his buttocks were elevated from the surface of the bed and his spine was being supported by a small, sausage-shaped pad.

His hands had been fastened beneath his pillow with a strap, so soft, that he was really unaware of how well he had been restrained. The straps across the top of the stirrups were fastened, loosely but effectively.

Ivanka had done what she had promised herself when she had first seen Philip. She had held him in throes of pure ecstasy for such a long time that his body had been locked in absolute torment. She had thought of him. Wriggling like a fish on the end of a stick. She had stimulated his prostate so skilfully that he had squirmed like an eel as she held him in the throes of excess. His body tortured and aroused beyond his limits.

Aunty Christina was late, and Claire and Emma thought, rightly as it turned out, that her daughters had enjoyed their day so much that - the little irrepressible rascals that they were - were refusing to go to bed.

It was fifteen minutes later that she arrived. Claire and Emma immediately looked at Philip to see the exquisite look of horror upon his face as their mother’s younger sister walked into the room.

Christina was a slightly younger version of Ivanka. Her svelte figure belied the fact that she had ever reached the age of twenty-five. She was immaculately made-up, as always, and smiled at them all, showing her perfect teeth as she saw that the room was immaculately prepared for her.

Philip was blushing as she stood over him and placed a perfectly manicured hand upon his chest. She looked down at his blushing face as she explained. “You may call me Miss Christina. I am going to wax you while my sister has you in such an ideal position.”

She ran her hand down his chest and turned slightly so that she could look closely at his pubis. “Oh, Philip you are just right for waxing. The hair is just peeping through. Because you are so fair, you probably wouldn’t have noticed it.”

She turned and smiled at Ivanka. “How is he doing, has he been a good boy and behaved himself. I have just had to spank Jennifer and Angela.”

She turned back to Philip. “I was going to introduce myself earlier today. But you looked to be having such a good time that I didn’t want to interrupt you. You were very nice to Jennifer and Angela, that I have to thank you.”

She looked into his eyes as he blushed to an even deeper red. “My you do blush a lot, Philip. This won’t take a minute and you are already a bare little boy, so save your blushes.”

She stroked his cheek and smiled at him as Ivanka came to join her. “I know he blushes a lot, Christina, he is just one of those boys that are very shy. Have you put the girls to bed?

Christina smiled. “They knew I was coming to wax Philip, so it was hopeless. I had spanked them earlier for not getting in the bath when I told them to. Anyway, I said they could help to wax him. I mean to say, they are very competent, so it does seem a bit unfair. They really enjoyed Philip at the pool and they have promised not to tease him.”

Ivanka looked at her sister as Philip began to gasp. “The girls are not coming in here are they erm, Miss Christina? While I haven’t got any clothes on.” Christina stroked her fingers down his blushing cheek. “Don’t worry Philip. They are used to helping me. I assure you they will be very professional.”

She could see that he was blushing furiously, His bottom lip was quivering with embarrassment. She turned from him and started preparing the spatula’s that she would coat his hair with.

“Now just relax sweetheart. I am going to put some cream on the you so that the wax doesn’t stick to your skin. Just relax.”

She smoothed her hands over his penis and testicles as she lifted his scrotum and looked underneath. “You are not a hairy boy at all are you, Philip? Now where have those two rascals got to?” Philip could not help his body shivering from head to foot.

Claire and Emma could hear them rushing down the corridor. Suddenly they stopped not far from the door way. They were a few moments before they walked in sedately. Ivanka realised that they had been putting their high heels on. Emma and Claire nearly broke into giggles when they saw that they were wearing their ‘Young Nurse” uniforms. She remembered that Aunty Christina had bought the girls them for Christmas. They had a red cross on the front of them and then an apron, the hems were very short, and their long legs were almost bare. The heels they were wearing were very high and fitted them beautifully. Junior prom wear, Claire thought.

Jennifer and Angela dashed straight up to the head of the bed and stood side by side looking down at him. “Hello, Philip. Do you like our uniforms? We are your nurses while we are helping mommy. We are going to prepare all your nudie bits. Do you promise to play aeroplanes with us again tomorrow?” Philip was blushing so furiously that he found it hard to concentrate. He could not believe the position he was in in front of two twelve-year-olds. “Oh erm, Yes Angela. I will play with you both tomorrow.”

He stammered as Angela and Jennifer began to stroke their little fingers over his nipples. They picked at one each with their forefingers, until he could feel them harden. They flattened their palms and began to rotate them over the raised flesh. Jennifer looked at Angela. “Look they get just as hard as yours do, boys are so sensitive, even if they don’t grow numphs!

They looked at each other and smiled. Jennifer spoke next. “You have promised, Philip. So now we are going to be nice to you and make sure that your skin does not get caught. We are very good and have done this lots of times.” Come on Angela let’s get to work. His legs are so wide that we don’t even have to squeeze together. “Which cream shall we use mommy? Is it still the blue one or do boys have a different one?

“No, it’s the blue one darling, now I know you will be gentle with his little peenie and his delicate little testicles. Don’t forget how sensitive little boys can be, sweethearts.”

Philip jerked his body as he felt their little fingers suddenly wrap around his peenie. He blushed as Jennifer, spoke to him as if she was a nurse. “You will have to keep still, Philip. I need to attend to your peenie. It can hurt if you are not properly attended to and you have such a sweet little peenie. I am just going to tickle the tip until it becomes a bit stiffer so that I can rub the barrier cream into the it.”

Jennifer saw Angela lift his plump penis, it flopped over in her hand. Jennifer twizzled her fingers against the very tip. “Can you feel Angela’s fingers, she is very gentle, but she will be cross if you don’t get nice and stiff for her, so that I can rub the barrier cream in nice and deeply? I know what will help, I will stroke your little bean-bag.” She lifted his scrotum and jiggled in her fingers. Your little balls feel really soft Philip. Shall I keep doing it.

Philip groaned in abject and dire embarrassment. He had never felt so embarrassed. He looked across to Christina to ask for help. But she had her back to him and was busy with her preparation. In fact, Emma and Claire were both deliberately avoiding being within his line of sight.

He knew that Ivanka had left the room. He supposed to tidy the bathroom, but he would have felt safer with her jurisdiction rather than that of Christina, who didn’t seem to realise how embarrassing it was to be laid, strapped to a table with his legs spread high and wide in the stirrups. All while two little girls were playing nurse with his naked body.

He could not believe it when he felt his foreskin being pulled back firmly and suddenly there was another intense sensation at the tip of the urethra. He could not help it as his penis throbbed violently. Angela’s voice was deliberately childish as she spoke to him.

“Now you are being a very good boy Philip. I knew you would be good, now just relax. Just like a good boy should.” He felt it again and he jerked as much as his restraints would allow.

“Now be still for your nurse. It’s for your own good. If you give me a nice response this time I won’t do it again. Just relax there we are.” Her voice copied her best nurses voice as she probed his urethra with her tiny finger nail.

He jerked, his body shivering as she pulled his foreskin back even more tightly and let her fingers play with the head. He knew that he was fully becoming erect very quickly, how on earth could he possibly be erect again?

At the same time as Angela had been arousing his penis Jenifer had been smoothing her hands over his scrotum. She had now moved attentions to his bottom and her slender finger were probing the little pink rosebud of his sphincter. Suddenly he felt a slap on the cheeks of his bottom.

“Now Phillip, I don’t allow little boys to wriggle and try and evade me. Do I nurse Angela? I shall spank your bottom if you wriggle again, now relax while I inspect you properly.” She began to smooth her fingers up and down the cleft between his quivering bottom cheeks. She suddenly smacked his bottom again. “Relax please Philip, I am trying to inspect you.”

She pressed against his sphincter. She had yet to apply any cream, but she had aroused his senses. What on earth would she do to him when she began to apply the cream.

Boys’ like this if you are gentle with them. Their little bottoms are very sensitive. Unfortunately for you, Philip. Mommy probably needs to wax your bottom-hole, so I am afraid I can’t cream up inside your little hole until she has finished. Never mind, I am just going to check your bottom properly, boys are very sensitive around their little bottom-holes. Talk to me please Philip, I need to know if you are hearing what I am saying. Philip did not know what to say or do. They had allowed it. Everyone had allowed it - as if it were a normal occurrence.

Jennifer’s voice had taken on the role of caring nurse again. “Just relax Philip, sweetheart. I may have to lubricate the whole of your bottom. I know it may sound frightening, but I have to make sure that everything is as it should be.”

She stroked her hands all over his bottom and his groin. Philip was in turmoil, how on earth did they know exactly where and when to touch him.

Mommy, would you like to check now we have got his little peenie to stand up without having to hold it all the time. Will you be putting wax all over his bottom as well as his little bean-bag and the shaft of his little peenie?

Philip looked in horror as Miss Christina went to stand behind the girls, all of them looking between his widely spread legs. “Well my little darlings you have done a wonderful job. Just cream his buttock cheeks, but not in the cleft. Then you can do everywhere from the crease of his groin right up to his tummy button. Don’t get cream anywhere else will you darlings.”

“Oh, Mommy, Philip has got such a pretty peenie and bottom. His skin is soft and pretty like mine. I just want to kiss him all over. Most boys don’t look pretty like Phillip. His little peenie looks so pale and cute. It stands up really straight and now it is hard, it jumps about like my puppet when I pull his string.”

Miss Christina reached forward and felt the hardness of his throbbing erection. “You can give the tip an occasional rub Jennifer and Angela. And just put cream on the underside of that skin. Pull the foreskin down and just cream the flesh that is exposed. Little boys don’t grow hair there. I am going to wax everything below that. Is that alright darlings, you are such good girls when you try. I have made all the strips, so you will be able to talk to Philip when I am ready to rip away. I am doing every inch of his sensitive bits, so that is thirty strips in all.”

Christina moved to make her final preparations, leaving her daughters to play with his body just as they wished.

“Now be good girls and be nice to him and I may let you stay to watch Aunty Vanka make him spurt again. Boy’s like Philip blush ever so much when they spurt their little pearl drops for your Aunty Vanka. Now just start creaming him, you can cream everything else when I have waxed him and stripped all that nasty hair away.” Philip looked down his body. He was already completely free of hair. But he felt sure that his blushes and permeated the rest of his body.

He lay, gasping and groaning as both Angela and Jennifer creamed from his thighs right up to his navel. Angela’s words were those of a nurse as she went about her duties. “Right, young man there is just the tip of your little peenie. We have been saving that for last. Now Philip, no wriggling, you will have to keep nice and still for this bit.”

“Oooh, oh please, be careful.” Both of them had taken hold of his penis. Angela had washed her hands so that they had no cream left on them. She took hold of the shaft of his penis and stretched the foreskin back as far as it would go. Jennifer began to stroke her hands over the head and the frenulum as she applied cream. Angela’s voice was excited as she spoke. “Look Jennifer, his little peenie is doing a dance. Doesn’t it look cute. Shall I spank his bottom for getting so excited while we are nursing him?” She did not wait for a reply but spanked his bottom three times. “Smack, smack, smack.” “Oh dear, Jennifer. I think that has made it worse.”

Philip could feel his penis begin to throb violently as the girls played with glans and the coronal rim, sometimes scoring their fingers over the urethra. They giggled each time he shivered with the intense sensation. They pretended to be oblivious to his feelings. Suddenly he felt his penis throb violently. The girls cleverly, took their hands away immediately.

“He’s ready now Mommy. His little peenie is throbbing so we dare not do any more.”

Philip, surprisingly was able to relax as Christina waxed him. She was very expert, and even though there were lots of strips to rip off, he did not feel too uncomfortable.

Even under his arms, he jerked his body a little but really couldn’t complain about the expert and professional way she stripped him of hair. She laid her hand upon his chest and looked at him. “You will find it even easier the next time Philip. I have looked at you thoroughly and you really are as bare as a baby.”
She stood back and looked at him. “Now the girls will cream you all over and then Ivanka will be back to do your extraction. I am going with Claire and Emma to see what needs doing.” Philip looked askance. She was going to leave him with Jennifer and Angela, without supervision. He quaked at the thought.

As soon as Christina and Claire and Emma had left. The girls came up to him. “Now Philip, be a good boy while we cream you, ALL OVER!”

He lay looking down at them as they stood side by side between his legs. They giggled together as suddenly he felt cool cream being applied between the crease of his buttocks. Their tiny fingers wriggled and probed between his buttocks, prodding his sphincter as he shivered and jerked.

It seemed surreal as suddenly his bottom was penetrated. He could hear their voices. “More cream, put it all over, even on my wrist. See how nicely he is opening up for us. Oooh Look, I am right inside. Oh, he feels so soft. Will you rub his peenie? You can put the cream everywhere now that Mommy has finished.”

Philip’s protests and gasps and groans went unheeded. How could this be allowed. Surely that was not her whole hand inside him, was it? He felt an irresistible pressure against his prostate and then little fingers wriggling against it.

At the same time, Angela was holding his foreskin right back against the shaft of his penis, as her little hands slid up and down over the bared head.

“Look Jennifer... his penis is throbbing. It feels like my heartbeat. Boom, boom, boom. Aren’t boys funny. They can’t control themselves at all. Ooh look his little beanbag is dancing all by itself. You must be doing that Jennifer, when you wriggle your fingers, do it again.”

They giggled as their fingers pried and probed.

“Yes, look his little bean bag is lifting right up. Do you think he is going to do a squirty? Move your fingers faster on his penis.” They giggled hilariously.

“Won’t Aunty Vanka be pleased, if we have saved her all that work and we make him spurt lots and lots? His little peenie is really throbbing. I’ll just speed up again and use my thumbnail on the tip.”

She giggled and nudged Jennifer. “He jumped when I did that before. Oh Philip, are you really going to squirt for us, oh how exciting. I’ll just rub a dub, dub, on your peenie. My it does look pretty.”

Philip knew that he was lost. Completely abandoned he knew that he could not stop it. He was breathing heavily and the sensation inside his bottom was overwhelming. He knew now that she had her whole hand inside him.

Her little fingers seemed to be everywhere. Her prodding and probing was so intrusive that he had no defence for her fingers and thumb.

He called out in anguish as Angela used her nails against the rim of his bared penis. Did she know how excruciating and unbearable that was. Both Angela and Jennifer looked at each other and sniggered.

“Right young man, it looks as though are going to spurt. You really shouldn’t be doing that while we are creaming you. But as you are, we want nice big spurts. Come along now Philip, we want you to spurt for us. You needn’t be embarrassed. Do your best now.”

Philip, felt a sudden firm prodding against his prostate as he began to ejaculate. He saw his semen jetting into the air and felt it land against his tummy.

He did not seem to have any control over his body. He felt anguished as his spurts came thick and fast, one after the other. He could not believe what the girls were doing to him. They had found their way through his defences and he was left helpless and utterly ashamed.

“Come on, you will have to spurt more, or Aunty will be cross. I am going to squeeze your beanbag. So, you had better be a good boy. Are you really trying? Aunty Vanka won’t mind if you really do your best. He felt her fingers wrap around his scrotum and squeeze gently.

“My piano teacher say’s that my hands are so slender, and my fingers are so long, that I could be a concert pianist. Shall I play you a little tune inside your bottom? This one is really difficult. See if you can feel me playing to you.”

Philip jerked and groaned and yet he felt his prostate pulse so violently, that it seemed to pulse through his perineum and up through his penis. He gasped and groaned as another spurt of thick, viscous semen shot from the tip of his penis.

He felt her squeeze his testicles firmly as his body sagged in utter fatigue and complete abandon. His voice was quiet and soft as he spoke.

“I have no more, please Angela and Jennifer, please stop, there is no more.”

“Oh, Philip, you have been a good boy. Look at all that sticky stuff, it’s all over you. We can’t clean you up yet, as we want to show it to Aunty Vanka. She will be really pleased that you have done so much. Is that a big one, Philip? Your little peenie is going soft. Let me just take my teeny-weeny hand out of your pretty botty.”

Philip sighed. He knew she had her whole hand inside him and yet he only gasped once as he felt the sphincter stretch as her hand and wrist slipped out of him. Angela giggled.

“Your peenie is going back to sleep, Philip. It must be tired.” They both giggled together. He lay his head back looking at the strong light playing over the bed. He was exhausted and too tired to even blush again.

It seemed only moments later that everyone came back into the room. Philip was hardly aware of them as they whispered to each other. He just got the feeling that perhaps the girls had not acted entirely on their own iniative! He lay back, completely humiliated.

It was an hour later after he had been washed and given a hot drink, that he was tucked in the huge bed. He had been laid back, naked under a single sheet that Claire and Emma had covered him with. They had left him with their mother.

Ivanka was seated on the side of the bed stroking his cheek. He felt, drained but secure in the loving way that Emma, Claire and Mrs Dixon had looked after him.

“You know Philip, your mom told me that you sleep under the stars at home. Do you like that?” Philip looked at her beautiful face. “Yes Miss, it is really nice.”

He was going to explain what Uncle Larry had bought for him, when Ivanka picked up a remote control and pressed a button.

The ceiling seemed to split in half. Both of the two halves slid back, until they revealed that they were not solid, but beautifully made individual slats that moved like a roll top desk, until they covered the walls as they curved around the bend from the horizontal to the vertical. They revealed a domed skylight. He could see the stars twinkling through it.

“That’s why I put you in this room, Philip. Isn’t it beautiful, to watch the stars and the moonlight!” She leaned over and kissed his lips in a tender and loving way.

It was perhaps ten minutes later that Claire and Emma came back to his room. They were naked and slipped into bed at either side of him. “Don’t worry about a thing, Philip. We are just going to give you some very tender and gentle loving.”

They pulled each thigh towards them and then Claire slipped her naked body down under the single sheet and came back up between his legs. Delicately she took his flaccid penis and carefully sucked him into her mouth. He shivered but lay acquiescently. Emma spoke to him her voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper.

“Mommy thinks that you won’t need an extraction in the morning because it embarrasses you. So just relax. Claire is going to kiss your little peenie, ‘Goodnight’.” She looked into his eyes.

“No fingers in the bottom, nothing at all but her gentle lips and her little fingers stroking your beautiful testicles. Can I kiss your lips, Philip? I love you so much, even more after today. Turn your head to me, and I will kiss your pretty lips. Then we can both lay back and look at the stars until you fall asleep.”

She giggled softly. “That is of course after Claire has finished with you. She closed her mouth upon his and kissed him. Her tongue carefully explored his mouth and then speared him with it. She could feel his body begin to shiver and then begin to shudder. She let him breathe for a moment and then, once more, fastened her mouth to his. As his body stiffened she drew her lips from his, looking lovingly into his eyes as she watched him in the throes of ecstasy. She thought how beautiful it was to have a loving sister who could do such things to him while she was able to gaze adoringly into his face.

His fine features were lit by the moonlight. She heard him gasp and then sigh. A few moments later, Claire emerged from under the bed sheets and laid at the other side of him. They both stroked his chest, their fingers delicately playing over his perfectly smooth skin.

It was a beautiful day. Mrs Dixon was at the poolside as Philip walked out towards the huge expanse of water. He was dressed in his robe. Mrs Dixon was also in her robe. He noticed that her robe was different than the one she wore yesterday. It clung to her figure enticingly and he knew that not only was it expensive, but that it could not have been better designed or chosen.

Mrs Dixon had never failed to impress him with her worldly knowledge or her physical charms. Claire and Emma were swimming lazily. The maids had served his breakfast and fussed over him as if he were a celebrity. He felt utterly relaxed and ease as he spoke to her. “Good morning Miss. I wondered where my swimming costume was.”

She smiled at him and nodded her head to the pool. There was Claire and Emma, Angela and Jennifer, they were all naked. “You will have no need for those today. This is a private pool party just for family and very some very special friends, of which you are my favourite. You must have swum without clothes before, Philip.”

Philip blushed, but not a badly as sometimes. “I have swum in the sea, Miss. But I have never swum without clothes in a pool.” Ivanka, smiled at him. “Well Philip, you will today. The pool is wonderful without clothes when it is an oxygenated one and it has a few special surprises. After your swim, then we can all go into the hot-tub. Clothes are not allowed in there.”

She looked at him as his face became more flushed. “To save your blushes, Philip, drop your robe where you dived in yesterday. Just put it on the nearest lounger and dive in.”

She walked away, and Philip was left with no alternative than to do as he had been told. Ivanka walked to the pool controllers by the side of the house and watched the young boy. He dropped his robe and got into a diving position. She thought he looked delicious. She waited until his head was entering the water, and then pressed the switch. The pool became a maelstrom of bubbling water, with strong eddies and currents, swirling strongly, but in a certain pattern. The pattern would change every few minutes and provided a delightful experience for the swimmers.

Philip realised that something unique was happening as he felt the water swirling and bubbling around his naked body. It made his penis move this way and that, as he swam the width underwater. He had not realised that his pubis would feel so sensitive after it had been waxed and he knew that the water was arousing all of his genitalia, but most of all, his swirling penis and testicles. He turned to swim back and saw a pair of legs, treading water. As the legs moved he could see that swimmer was naked. Whomever it was, she was as completely bare and as bereft of hair as he was.

He surfaced to see Christina laughing at him. “I suppose it is difficult swimming underwater with your mouth open, Philip.”

He blushed instantly. “Swim with me to where it is shallower.” Christina said, with a knowing smile. He was blushing and as he swam, she easily kept up with him doing a side stroke so that she could watch him. She thought he looked delightful. She stretched her arm out and touched his shoulder. He stopped swimming and stood up. He blushed as he saw her bared breasts only inches away from his chest. She smiled into his eyes.

“I know you are very shy, but in a moment, I am going to take you over to one of the loungers and apply sun-tan lotion all over your body.” She held out both of her hands and pulled him with her as she stepped back. “Stand there. You will have to stand with your legs astride.” She saw his body get lower in the water as he widened his stance. “Now just keep holding my hands and stay where you are.”

She watched his face as suddenly his blushes increased in density. She could see from his expression, that she had positioned him perfectly.

Philip realised what was happening as soon as she pulled him forward. He seemed to be standing astride a strong water jet. He knew that his penis was wind-milling in the current. He gasped as the water seemed to reverse direction. It swirled forcefully between his buttocks and around his genitals as if some unseen fingers were playing with him under the water. He felt his face burning as his penis became stiffer. Now the water was even more effective against his penis. It was an incredible sensation and he knew that if he was made to stay in that position much longer that he could easily ejaculate.

Christina saw his expression change to one of acute anxiety. She pulled him towards her and kissed him on the forehead. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Philip, to his horror, could feel his penis touching her legs. He shivered in embarrassment, that she might admonish him for being erect and touching her. He realised that his cheeks were really burning.

She took his hand. “Come along, we need to get you oiled up!” Philip blushed again as he cleared the shallows and saw that his penis was totally erect and waving about as he was led towards the broad steps. Emma and Claire and Jennifer and Angela, were playing in the shallows and seemingly not taking notice of him. As they walked out of the pool, Mrs Dixon walked towards them and took his other hand. They all walked to the lounger where he had left his robe. He felt shamed at his erection waving about in front of him.

Ivanka and Christina were delighted. They sat him down and then made him lay face upwards, pressing his shoulder down upon the bed. Ivanka nonchalantly slipped both of her hands between his thighs and spread them as widely as the bed would allow. Philip had noticed as they laid him down that the table next to the lounger was now covered with jars and tubes of a variety of creams and oils.

“Lay back and relax, Philip. This won’t take long with both of us here to oil you up. You might feel less embarrassed if you close your eyes. You are such a shy little boy.”

Naturally Philip, blushed once more as suddenly Ivanka started at his shoulders and Christina at his ankles. He lay nervously as they both, firmly and smoothly, massaged the oil into his body. His embarrassment and his blushes grew stronger as they each neared his middle, albeit from different directions.

“Ha... ah.. ooh.” His gasps were soft, but no less urgent, as Christina slipped her fingers beneath him and pushed gently but forcefully between the cheeks of his bottom. At the same time, Ivanka wrapped one hand around his penis as she flattened the palm of her other hand and rotated in over the tip of his urethra. Her voice was gentle. “Just a few strokes, try not to wriggle.”

On the fourth rotation he felt firm fingers enter his bottom. Smoothly and firmly they slipped up into him. There was no preamble as they found his prostate immediately. Ivanka began to slide her oily fingers gently over the head of his penis. She held his foreskin, stretched back tightly, against the base of the shaft. He jerked at the intense sensation. Their voices were soft and gentle. “We are not going to be too firm with you this morning, Phillip. The trick is to lay back and relax, and let it happen. We will be so gentle with you sweetie.”

Philip was blushing and trembling. His body jerked and wriggled as they played their hands expertly upon his body. “Now, try and be still, Philip. I shall have to be a lot firmer inside your bottom if you do not behave.” Christina saw him blush but knew that he would not be able to contain his physical responses. She began to flutter her fingers, three of them moving in a wave firmly against his prostate.

Ivanka, in turn, clawed at the rim of his penis, seeing his body trying to sink into the bed to escape the concentrated stimulation. “There poor baby. Now Miss Christina is just going to give you a tiny little push inside your botty and then, we can watch your little spurts.”

Philip was beyond endurance as Christina scored and prodded his prostate, while Ivanka speeded the motion of her hand until her fingers were a blur. Christina’s voice was soft as she squeezed his scrotum. “Good boy, you are lifting your bottom for me. Oh, you are a good boy. I will just flutter my fingers for you. Right inside your little bottom... there is that nice, little one?”

Philip’s body was stiffened so much, that every sinew was visible to Christina and Ivanka. They smiled at each other as he began to ejaculate wildly. His body quivering; his bottom raised completely from the table; his buttocks clenched around Christina’s wrist; his mouth, opened so wide and gasping in utter anguish as they coerced his erogenous nerve centres, so precisely and thoroughly that he could not control any part of himself.

His prostate spasmed against her fingers, so violently, that she knew he must be so deeply engulfed in sexual torment. She smiled as she saw his distress. How lovely she thought, such a pretty boy in such terrible sexual turmoil. How delicious he is!

The force of his emissions seemed so strong and so prolonged, that Ivanka and Christina, both looked at each other in surprise and delight. Ivanka’s voice seemed to break through his climatic culmination. “There we are, what a good boy. Take deep breaths, now. Oh, what a good boy you are, Philip. Would you like Miss Christina to give you another little prod with her fingers, it is very beneficial when little boys are doing their little squirts.”

Her words seemed to goad him into one more final emission. He was lost and spent of energy and fortitude. He gasped softly and collapsed back on to the lounger. Ivanka squeezed her hand as she ran it up the shaft. They both watched as a small pearl-drop of semen emerged at the tip. Christina gently withdrew her fingers as Ivanka stroked her hand delicately over his chest. She leaned forward and brushed her lips over his and kissed him. His eyes were glazed, and his cheeks had become pale as if he had just run a race.

They caressed his body, applying oil carefully and tentatively. Ivanka stroked his cheeks, her oily fingers coating his face as if in a reverent anointment.

It was several minutes later before they were able to turn him over. Christina seemed fascinated with his buttock as she delved and stroked her oily fingers into every hillock and crevice. Ivanka, knew that he could not see her as she slipped her robe down from her shoulders as she kneeled over his back. She let her full breasts smooth over his naked form, as deliciously, she felt her nipples harden in an immediate response to the contact. Christina wanted to laugh as she saw the blissful expression on Ivanka’s face.

It was perhaps twenty minutes later, that they roused the beleaguered boy. They had both donned robes before they sat him up. Ivanka looked into his eyes. “Don’t worry about the girls. I gave them strict instructions to stay in the shallows. They might presume to know what we were doing to you. But they have seen and heard nothing.” She looked at him fondly

“We have another two guests arriving about now. Don’t worry about them because you know them both very well. But I thought that they might be good company for the girls. My chauffeur has been to collect them. Now don’t blush, Philip. For once you don’t have to. You can stay here for a while or come back down to the shallow end. Once you do come back down, you will get no peace from the two sets of twins.” She looked at him seriously.

“Philip, I owe you a great debt. Emma and Claire told me something last night that brought tears to my eyes. They said that after I paddled them yesterday and you looked at the marks. They felt your tears upon their bottoms. They said they loved you for your compassion.” She suddenly smiled at him and then chuckled. “I am sorry for you Philip, you will never be rid of them now.”

Philip smiled. “I think I know that. But it was a gigantic gesture, I mean... what they did and suffered. I have thought about it a lot Miss... and I thought that if I had felt so guiltily in debt to someone, then I would have done anything to let them know how sorry I was, I really hate feeling guilty.”

She looked at him, her eyes showing a wonderful tenderness. “I know, Philip. Wendy Noble told me that you hated what you were doing and that your guilt was really affecting you. She said. That you would probably always be embarrassed by your extractions, but that your freedom from guilt had been a big release for you.” She watched his face blush crimson. “I know that it will always embarrass you. But you will always be taken care of, and always with love and affection. Always, Philip. I promise.”

Ivanka looked at him keenly. “Stay here for a few minutes and compose yourself, not for too long. Otherwise the twins will burst with waiting, both sets of them. Oh, by the way, don’t bother to call me Mrs Dixon, it sounds so formal and we are certainly not formal with you, are we, Philip.” She watched him blush before she continued. “You may call me Miss Ivanka. Would that be acceptable? And of course, just Miss while we are talking.”

Philip watched as Miss Ivanka and Miss Christina walked away. To his astonishment he saw two girls run up to them. They were both prettily dressed in very short summer frocks. He recognised them instantly. It was Kate and Shelley. He nearly blushed as he thought of the possibility of even more embarrassment. But to tell the truth, he knew that Kate and Shelley would love it here. He had felt rather selfish this morning as the maids had fussed over him at breakfast, that Kate would really love the pool and all the luxury that went with it. The younger twins, Angela and Jennifer had leapt out of the pool straight away and were talking to them in excitement.

He watched in amusement as Kate took hold of her dress at the bottom and pulled it straight over her head. The Little minx, he thought as he saw that she was completely naked beneath. Shelley quickly followed and showed that she had not bothered with panties either. He knew that his mother would have made sure that they were wearing them when the girls had left the house. So, they had taken them off in the back of the limousine and stuffed them in the little knapsacks they had brought with them.

He got up, he knew that he was blushing as he walked naked towards all the girls. Kate ran to him and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and clinging to him with her arms around his neck. He held her bottom and carried her back towards the steps of the pool. She whispered to him. “If you are going to get a stiffy carry me into the water.” He had to laugh at her and yet he knew that if she didn’t stop wriggling that it might happen, even after such a torrid evacuation of his semen. He dropped her at the steps. She looked at Ivanka. “Jennifer say’s that I can call you Aunty Vanka. That is such a neat name! Is that alright, Aunty Vanka?”

Ivanka chuckled. “I suppose Kate, that will have to do. If that is what you intend to call me. And that is alright for Shelley too. Have you and Shelley been friends for long Kate.”

Kate looked up at her. “Like forever... Aunty Vanka. You are very pretty, Aunty Vanka and this place is really, really neat. Thank you for inviting us.” Kate, with no more thought jumped up and straddled her as she had done with Philip. She kissed her full on the lips and then looked into her face. “You are so pretty Aunty Vanka. I mean you are the real deal! Can I go in the water now, please, Aunty Vanka?”

Philip could see that Ivanka was thoroughly taken aback. And suddenly she was chuckling as she put her hands under bottom and set her down on her feet. Kate grabbed Shelley’s hand and rushed down into the water. Jennifer and Angela were waiting for them. Their excited chatter tinkled all over the grounds as Emma and Claire swam up to them.

Ivanka looked at Philip, he could see the fondness there again and she could his eyes glisten as she stood close to him. Her smile was soft and gentle. “I think you inherited Kates modesty as well as your own. Is she always this way? Philip smiled. No, Miss Ivanka, she is much worse. I am surprised she hasn’t asked you for a present yet. She always asks Uncle Larry, every time he comes to see Mom. She calls it mugging him for his loot.”

He looked at her and smiled broadly showing his teeth as he had a sudden thought. “It’s not just Jennifer and Angela that have six-six-six, tattooed on their heads. In fact, I think Kate was born with hers.”

Ivanka took him by the arm and led him to a lounger. She spoke softly but seriously. “I hope I am right telling you this, Philip. No, I know I am right. My son Tommy, suffered from - shall we say the old Emma and Claire - just as much, in fact, more than everyone who had contact with them.
He is now fine again, not just because of Emma and Claire making it up to him. It is also, the kindness of Trish and Jill Noble. They are turning his life around better than anyone could. I have booked them to look after Tommy every night since that wonderful lesson that was administered by Miss Walker.”

She shifted in her seat.

“He had let himself go completely. Now he is a like a different boy. Today, they have taken him to a friend of theirs and then to town to shop for new clothes. Trish told me that she was not sure whether to tell you that you would not be seeing her for quite a while. But I am telling you, because I am very fond of you. What you have done for Emma and Claire. Trish and Jill are doing for Tommy. It has made me very happy.”

Philip looked at her. “I thought Trish was a bit off on Friday, perhaps it was that she thought she ought to have told me. I understand now. Trish is a brilliant girl, she is really kind... Jill is a bit like Kate, but just as loving. I think that they would be a good tonic for anyone.” He looked at her softly his eyes looking straight into hers.

“I couldn’t think of anything nicer than for you to be happy, Miss Ivanka.”

She took his hand and kissed his fingers. “That is nice Philip, now brace yourself for the terrible twins. Aeroplane first, I think.” She laughed, but Philip could see that she was thinking about what had been said.

It was Emma that grabbed him first. She pressed naked body to his and kissed him on the lips, forcing her tongue deep into his mouth. She held for quite a few moments, until he was almost gasping for breath. Claire came up behind him and turned him towards her. She looked into his eyes and spoke softly. “You have made my mother very happy. I know she was telling you about Trish and Jill looking after Tommy.”

She moved close to him and slipped her hand down between their bodies. She grasped his penis and squeezed him. “Trish knows about everything, because we tell her everything. So, no guilt, OK?”

Philip smiled. “Well you two are hardly a consolation prize.” She squeezed his penis as hard as she could. “You had better believe it, buster.” She kissed him until he had to pull his head back and breathe. He looked at her. “You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen, that is apart from your sister, who is equally as pretty. I don’t deserve you, but I do love you both.”

Claire looked at him. “I wish this day could last for ever.”

Philip, didn’t know, but if he had... he might just have had second thoughts about that!

The lunch was delicious, and the afternoon was filled with childish laughter, and that included Claire, Emma and Philip. Kate was at her most irrepressible and delighted Angela and Jennifer as much as much they delighted her and Shelley.

Philip had seen nothing of Christina although Ivanka never left the pool side as she watched everyone. Philip wondered what had happened to her when Jennifer dashed up to him. “Mom has had to go. She said not to ask you for anymore aeroplane spins, but you will give us some more. Please, please, Philip.?” He knew he was in for a long session but knew really that he enjoyed seeing their delighted faces. How could two girls be so worldly one minute and so childishly delightful the next. He knew that they were far beyond his comprehension.

It was at five pm when one of the maids came out of the house. Philip quickly turned his back as she whispered to Ivanka. She called to them. Everyone out of the pool until I come back. I have had an urgent video call. They all got dutifully out of the pool and once more Philip became the centre of attention as Shelley promptly sat on his knees. Of, course she was deliberately facing him with her legs spread wide and had hutched up, so that her plump pubis was squashing his penis against his legs. She looked at him innocently as she wriggled against him. “Does your sweet peenie need a bit more lotion, Philip?”

Phillip quickly stood up and placed her on the lounger before she was able to arouse him. Which, he knew was her intention. She was just about to complain when Ivanka re-appeared.

“Sorry children, I have to go and unfortunately I won’t be back before tomorrow morning. I’m sorry, but I have fixed up a sitter for you all, so as soon as she gets here, you can go back into the pool. Now, I hope I dare leave you on the loungers, while I get ready. You are not to go in the pool under any circumstances. Understood?”

They all nodded solemnly. Kate was still nodding her head when Ivanka had hurried back into the house. Angela and Jennifer along with Kate and Shelley hurried off to one of the tables. Another council of war, thought Philip as Emma and Claire came to sit with him. Emma looked at him.

“I suspect Dad has called on the speaker phone. So, he is probably in the air somewhere coming to collect, mom. He has his own plane, you know a proper one with pilots and everything.” She said it so matter-of-factly that Philip tried not to look too impressed.

“She always keeps a bag packed because it happens quite often when he has clients that are meeting him with their wives and stuff.” They both sat close to him, occasionally making him blush as they stroked their hands over his body. Emma always for some reason, always paid more attention to his bottom. Almost without thinking, her fingers would stray to the cleft as he rested on his side.

Less than twenty minutes later, Ivanka came out followed by two young maids. Claire grinned at him and threw a towel over his middle. Ivanka and the maids hurried past them to go to where the young twins and Kate and Shelley were seated. The maids followed her bearing two long and seemingly heavy boxes each. Ivanka instructed them as to whom to give each box to. Kate was already jumping up and down at her table as she was handed a box.

She desisted in jumping up on Ivanka. Probably, as Ivanka was so nicely dressed. Instead she blew her kisses and held her hands together in a mock, ‘bravo.’ She buried herself in the wrapping paper that came from inside the box. Philip guessed, that as they were all boxed in the same gift boxes, that the presents had all been purchased that afternoon. Was that because he had told her about Kate’s love of receiving presents? He wondered.

Ivanka and the maids hurried past them again. Her mouthed-words, apologising to Philip and Emma and Claire as she hurried by. They all shouted goodbye as she almost ran towards the house. She turned and called. “No going in the pool until the sitter gets here.”

Philip admitted that he got great pleasure from watching Kate receive presents. He knew it was not from her greed or avarice, but from her unadulterated pleasure and excitement at opening a box with her name upon it, and not having any idea what was in it. It was Christmas and birthdays for her, all rolled into one. So unexpected and so delightful, so beguiling and astonishing! She just loved the unexpected.

He watched in brotherly pleasure as she unwrapped and unwrapped again, until finally the content was revealed. He could see her expression of disbelief as she looked at it breathlessly. She was looking at an angel. Its wings were gossamer thin, as if their silvery appearance was fleeting and ethereal.

Kate took it from the box, completely indifferent to what others had received. The wonderment of it took her breath away. The painted figure was a sight to behold. It was made of wood. The face was beautifully painted as if the figure was living. The face was not doll-like but an expressive face of extreme beauty and character. She looked and looked at it, it was so strangely real and yet still a wooden figure. Everything about it seemed perfect.

She waved it above her head, swooping it in the air. The angel wings shimmered and sparkled. It was so unusual and so exquisite, that it mesmerised her. She danced with it, holding it above her. She twirled around and around in awe at the changing hues of its wings. Philip watched her from his lounger. She danced, never taking her eyes off it.

Suddenly, as if heralding the most dreadful catastrophe, she slipped, and the angel flew into the air. Philip was on his feet and running before he had time to think. It was an instinctive and unpremeditated action. He sprinted the seven metres and leapt into the air. He caught in his right hand, and as if in slow motion, he held the angel up in the air as he landed in the pool. His entire focus was on keeping the water from the angel’s wings as he landed in the shallows and stood upright in four feet of water.

He looked at the angel in his hand and saw that it was entirely dry. He could already hear the wails of anguish coming from his sister. By the time he had walked up the steps, she was laid face down, sobbing upon the grass in utter despair. He walked up to her and stroked her hair. She seemed utterly inconsolable.

His voice was soft and gentle as he spoke to his distraught sister. “Look Kate, here is your angel. Look at it Kate.” She turned her head to the side in disbelief. “Oh, Philip, my angel flew over the water and come back to me. Give her to me please.” Philip was amused, and gently put the angel in the palm of her hand. Kate walked away, talking to it as she walked across the lawn to a lounger far away from everyone.

Philip looked towards the table near the back of the house. There were still plenty of towels piled up upon it. He moved towards it, dripping water on the hot stone slabs as he walked. He could just see that two figures were approaching the smoked glass doors from the inside of the house. He quickly placed his hands over his groin and dashed behind the table piled with towels.

He watched in amazement as the familiar figure of Nurse Friedman walked through the automatically operated doors. His jaw dropped, and his heart pounded as behind Nurse Friedman strode Miss Walker. He snatched a towel from the pile and wrapped it around his waist. He was speechless as they both stood looking at him and the girls.

Although Philip was speechless, it did not stop his cheeks from reddening instantly. He looked in awe and disbelief as she stood with her hands upon her hips.

Roberta Walker was dressed in a white, nurse’s tunic. Ivanka had had it tailored for her and was delighted with the sexy but authoritarian effect when Roberta had tried it on for the first time. It had been Ivanka who had suggested that although Claire and Emma had changed dramatically. That a maintenance hand spanking would perhaps keep them on their toes. She thought that there could be no one better than Roberta to carry that out.

But of course, events had changed with the self-imposed paddling and apology. It was only when Don Dixon had called and asked if Ivanka could fly to New York for a client dinner, that she had immediately called Roberta to see if she could come. With so many children to look after, Roberta had called Francis to see if she would be free to accompany her. These events had set in motion their appearance on this sunny afternoon.

Roberta was delighted to see that everyone was naked, including Philip, apart from the towel that he had hastily grabbed and that now was wrapped around his waist.

His face was blushing to one of the many hues of red that Roberta always delighted in. She stood and called to everyone. “Come along people, gather around so that I can talk to you all for a moment.”

Kate was delighted to see her. She knew that Philip adored her, but she had never been able to see how he behaved in front of her. She nudged Shelley and whispered to her. “You haven’t really seen Philip blush until he is with Miss Walker. Watch and observe.” They giggled together as they both put their dolls carefully in their boxes and joined Jennifer and Angela and Emma and Claire.

Roberta was not surprised that Claire and Emma were not a bit bothered by their nakedness. In fact, they both stood nonchalantly with their legs astride.

Roberta addressed them all. “I am Miss Walker, and this is Nurse Friedman. I am afraid this is very short notice and I don’t want to keep you from getting back in the pool. Now just behave and do what I tell you, when I tell you to do it. If you don’t... I have been instructed to spank your bare bottoms. As some of you know, I am very good at spanking bare bottoms.” She smiled at them all. Especially at Emma and Claire, who ruefully touched their bottoms in an instinctive response to their memory of Miss Walker’s paddling of their hind-quarters. They both realised at the same time that they were still sore from yesterday.

“Now it has been half an hour since you have been in the pool so, I had better finish up. Nurse Friedman will be taking care of any medical needs. She is very competent as most of you know, so you will all be well taken care of until Mrs Dixon gets back in the morning.” Suddenly she turned to Philip.

“Philip if you have been forbidden to go near the pool while Mrs Dixon was away. Tell me young man, why are you wet?”

Philip suddenly blushed to a deep red. “I am sorry Miss Walker. Kate dropped her new present... erm and it was going to go in the pool. So, I jumped in, erm only to catch it before it got wet. I got straight out again. He blushed again.”

She looked at him. Her face was stern. “Well Philip, I am afraid that you have set a bad example. I shall have to spank you of course. You could have been injured or got into difficulties. You have been naughty and, I am afraid, you will have to pay the price. Now has anyone else been in the pool since Mrs Dixon had to leave?” There was complete silence.

She looked around. “Emma and Claire, fetch me one of those straight-backed chairs please and place it here.”

She beckoned to Philip. “Philip, you will stand in the usual position. You do remember what that is don’t you? I will remind you.” She pointed to a spot in front of her.

“Legs astride hands upon your head and wait until I am ready for you. Don’t hide behind there. Come and stand in front of me here and adopt the position.”

They all watched the boy’s blushing face as he struggled to maintain his towel as he moved, around the table of towels, towards where Miss Walker had indicated. He stood astride, but as soon as he raised his arms, the towel fell to the ground. Before he could move to retrieve it, Nurse Friedman had picked it up and placed it back upon the table.

Miss Walker’s voice was stern. “Hands upon your head now. If you are recalcitrant I shall add to your punishment.”

Philip, was blushing as only he could. It was his best effort, Roberta thought, as she looked at his crestfallen face. She ignored him and spoke to Emma.

“Emma dear, would you ask one of the maids to come here please.” Philip, blushed to an even deeper hue as he realised that the maid would see him. He felt so exposed, even though the others were naked, he knew that he was now blatantly on display. He felt so humiliated that he shivered.

Miss Walker looked beautiful. Her tunic made her look severe, but it showed every curve and most of her beautiful thighs as she stood with her legs astride. Her legs were lightly tanned and bared right down to her delicate and slender, thong-sandals.

Philip knew that it was the same style and material that Miss Ivanka and the girls were wearing yesterday. He shivered as he thought about what she might do to him. It seemed already, that he was to be punished in front of everyone. His shame knew no bounds as his lips quivered. He was determined to show fortitude, but his position was already humiliating even before the maid arrived. His heart sank as he realised it was the youngest of the maids. She was a pretty girl, with a slender figure. She looked at him in surprise as Emma indicated that she should see Miss Walker.

He blushed in shame as she glanced at him again. “What is your name dear? The girl looked at Miss Walker, realising immediately that this woman was properly in charge. Her attitude was polite but firm. “I am called Tracy, Miss.” Roberta looked at her delighted that she was so pretty. A further humiliation for Philip, she thought.

“Well Tracy, I need a hairbrush, wooden if you have it. I am going to spank this naughty young boy’s bare bottom. So, I will need a good solid one if you can find one.” Tracy looked at Philip again before she bobbed a curtsey to Miss Walker. “Yes Miss.”

Philip noticed that Nurse Friedman had followed the young maid back into the house.

Miss Walker turned to the girls. “You may use the pool now. But when the maid returns, I want you all to watch this naughty boy’s punishment. I want you all to know that I will not hesitate in spanking any of you if I am not obeyed.” They all replied. “Yes Miss.”

Philip’s heart sank. He wondered how Kate would take his punishment. He knew that she would hate to see him hurt. But he also knew, how much he liked and respected Miss Walker. Yes, he had done wrong. But it was instinctive, without any thoughts at all, other than to save Kate’s tears.

He watched as the maid returned. She was holding a squarish black wooden hairbrush. He wondered if she had deliberated over her choice. He decided that she had. Probably she had realised that anything less heavy or wide would be rejected. He noticed also that Nurse Friedman had returned. She carried a small nursing satchel. She placed it on the floor and took out a bottle of liquid that Philip knew was the same liquid that Miss Walker had instructed Emma and Claire to use upon his bared bottom before he had been paddled.

He shivered as he saw that all the girls had gathered around as the maid had re-appeared.

The maid handed Miss Walker the brush. “Will this be alright, Miss?”

Miss Walker took it and weighed it in her hand. “That is fine Tracy. If you will wait. You can return it when I have finished. Will you please hold it for me and give it to me when I am ready for it.”

The young maid looked surprised. She looked towards Philip and for a moment their eyes met. She gave him a sympathetic smile and looked away.

Philip was blushing mightily as Miss Walker seated herself upon the straight-backed chair. He watched as she undid the buttons of her tunic right up to the tops of her legs. She swept the material to either side of her thighs.

Her legs were now completely bared, and he could see that she was wearing what seemed to be a bikini bottom. He blushed furiously as she beckoned him.

“Come along Philip stand to my right-hand side. I shall be positioning your bare bottom over my knees. It is most fitting that a naughty little boy like you, has his bare bottom spanked over my knees.”

She waited until he was standing with his thighs touching her bare leg. She placed her hand upon his bottom and stroked it up and down.

Philip felt an involuntary tingling in his penis as her soft hand touched him. He could not help staring down at her bared thighs. Suddenly she stroked her hand up to the small of his back and tipped him forward. He reached out for the floor as she made sure that his head was hanging down and that his bottom was raised. He suddenly felt her legs tighten, and his penis and testicles being squeezed deliciously between her thighs. He felt her hand stroke over his bottom.

“Now, what a shame that I am going to have to spank your bare bottom, Philip. But you know that I must, otherwise everyone will know that they can break the rules and get away with it. And that Philip, would never do. Now I don’t want your wriggling about. Just take your spanking like a good little boy.”

She turned to the maid. “Tracy, would you give me the hairbrush and Nurse Friedman, would you apply some antiseptic to this naughty boy’s bottom.”

Philip almost jumped out of his skin as nurse Friedman immediately delved between the cheeks of his bottom. Her hands were soft and cool. He could feel the liquid run down the crevice. He shivered as she casually parted his buttocks and chased the liquid right down to his scrotum. He felt his penis throb as her hands stroked everywhere. At the same time, he could feel Miss Walker move her thighs together, rubbing his penis between the soft flesh as she arched each foot to produce the effect upon the boy that she desired.

She did not intend to hurt Philip, apart of course from the first stroke, which she always gave harder to make the recipient think that the punishment would be more severe. She was delighted at his position. She could already feel his penis thickening between her thighs. She intended that he would be fully erect before she let him up.

She had been delighted as Francis had delved straight between the cheeks of his bottom. She thought that they looked so delightful as she decided to stroke her hand over them a few times. She laid the brush upon his back. She stroked her hand softly over his beautiful buttocks and spoke to him softly. “Poor baby, having to have his bare little bottom spanked in front of all the pretty girls. But you have been a very naughty boy, so try not to clench your buttocks while I spank you.”

She took up the brush and brought it down severely across the centre of his bottom. She did not want to mark him anywhere else. She thought it might spoil her delight at his exquisite golden globes. She felt him jerk and gasp at the severity of her first stroke. She squeezed her thighs together tightly and began a sensuous set of movements designed to override any pain that she inflicted.

Before she could deliver the second stroke, Kate spoke to her. “Please Miss. Can Shelley and I sit with Philip, while you are spanking him? Just to stroke his face and comfort him, Please Miss Walker. Roberta was surprised but thought it was a wonderful idea. Their naked little bodies would certainly embarrass him as she spanked his bare bottom. She watched in delight as they scooted up to his head. They kneeled so that his head was resting on their naked thighs. She thought that Kate seemed so precocious as she opened thighs so that his head was almost rested on her plump little pubis.

Kate and Shelley began to stroke their hands over him. As she began to apply the stokes. The smack of the hairbrush was still sharp, but she had tempered the strokes to little more than what she would have accomplished with her bare hand. She could hear their voices cooing at him and then felt Shelley’s hand slipping between her thigh and his chest as she began to stroke his nipple.

The little strumpet, she thought as she proceeded with his spanking. She could feel his penis growing stiffer and stiffer as she spanked. After twelve strokes she spoke to the maid who seemed to be absolutely intrigued by the boy’s embarrassing chastisement. “Tracy, would you take the hairbrush. I am going to finish his spanking with my hand.”

Roberta was thrilled as she began to spank with her hand. She knew that her gentle spanks would allow him to appreciate the full sensation of her thighs upon his penis and the titillation that he would be feeling at the hands of the two little temptresses, who had their hands all over his chest and his back. Each girl seemed to have taken a nipple each. She could see that they were not merely stroking but were squeezing and pinching too.

She gave a dozen more spanks, before she realised that she would have to stop before he ejaculated upon her thighs. She spoke to him softly. Knowing that any tears would be entirely from his embarrassment and humiliation.

“Your punishment is over Philip. Girls would you help me to get him standing on his feet. Now, Philip. I want you in your ‘naughty boy position.’ Hands upon your head and legs widely spread, so that I can talk to you.”

She saw that his bottom was little more than a pink blush as she got him off her knees and standing upright. His eyes were glazed, rather than glistening and she understood immediately that he could not have been far from ejaculating.

The delightfulness was amplified by his blushing face and trembling lips. His entire embarrassment was on show as all the girls looked at him. Jennifer and Angela screamed with delight as they saw his erection. “Ooooh, look Miss. His little peenie is all stiff. Will you have to see to him Miss? He really looks as if he needs to spurt Miss. Mommy says that all little boys need their peenie’s milked, so that they don’t play with themselves. We could do it for him if you like Miss!”

Roberta wondered what indignities Philip had already endured as she saw that all the girls were absolutely delighted in his shame.

She spoke to Philip. “Come along adopt the proper position.” She waited until shamefully he was standing spread-legged with his hands placed firmly upon the back of his head. His penis was standing straight out from his body. It was pulsing as if already in the throes of ejaculating. She decided that the boy was so aroused that it would only take a stroke or two.

She spoke authoritatively. “Nurse, would you see to this young boy’s erection please. I am afraid he seems to be on the brink of embarrassing himself. You may do it here. I think you will certainly have to attend to him later. He will need a thorough forced extraction.”

Philip was blushing furiously as the Nurse approached him. “Bend down and touch your toes Philip, while I penetrate your bottom.”

Roberta was surprised and delighted at Nurse Friedman’s words. She watched as she reached into her satchel and took a tube of cream. She quickly anointed her hands thoroughly penetrating them with cream.

She stood behind Philip and watched, as nervously and looking utterly humiliated, he bent down and hesitantly touched his toes. Nurse Friedman could see that he would probably jump up, the moment that she touched him.

“Grasp your ankles, Philip. Emma and Claire, would you please make sure that he does not stand up while I penetrate his bottom. Little boys are so disobedient when they are having to have their little bottoms penetrated.”

Delightedly Emma and Claire moved to stand upon either side of his body. They placed their hand upon his back with a firm pressure. They heard him gasp in anguish as Nurse Friedman nonchalantly leaned over and plied his buttocks apart. She expertly slipped her fingers through his sphincter in such a casual and experienced manner that Philip cried out with the anguish.

“Oooohh... oh...oh.”

She ignored his gasps as she spoke to him. “Just relax, I need better access, now just a little deeper... nearly there. Just relax your bottom hole for me, there that’s better. You don’t want your little pink bottom spanking again, now do you?”

His gasps and groans could be heard by everyone as the nurse applied her fingers. His huge exhalation of breath told the assembled girls that his bottom had been fully penetrated. His legs were quivering as the nurse spoke to him.

“Stand up straight, now Philip.” She smacked his bottom with her free hand and watched him delightedly, as he stood upright. His face winced with the tightening of his sphincter. “Good boy. Now I am just going to make you express your semen. It shouldn’t take long, so just hold still for me like a good boy should.”

All the girls were looking at his face as he stood spread legged with the nurse’s fingers buried deep inside his bottom. Her voice was quite casual. “Oh, Emma just fetch me that chair would you, I will be a lot more effective if I am sitting down.”

When the Nurse was seated she was about to reach around and grasp his penis when Kate spoke to Miss Walker.

“Miss Walker, please Miss. Will you do it to Philip. Oh, Miss... he thinks the world of you I know he does, and he isn’t really naughty... although he broke the rules. He really loves you, Miss. It would comfort him Miss, if you did it. Not like a punishment... just like he has had his spanking on his botty and is forgiven. If you were to milk his little peenie, Miss, I know he would feel better. If you were to make him spurt his stuff, he would produce a lot more, Miss.”

Roberta could not think of anything nicer than milking his penis. She smiled at Kate, realising that Philip was trembling at the thought of his penis being milked by his teacher. She stood up and moved her chair in front of her trembling pupil. She spoke to the young maid.

“Tracy, would you fetch a towel and hold it about here.” She indicated a suitable distance from the tip of his penis. “Little boys are quite robust when they are made to express their semen. I would not want to have a mess upon this beautiful stone flooring.”

Philip’s body jerked dramatically as Miss Walker casually cupped her hand under his testes and spoke to him. “Now, I want you to try and keep still while I attend to your penis, Philip. I can’t have you walking about with your penis waggling about in front of the girls.”

Roberta knew that the girls would have been teasing him constantly and he probably had had various erections all day.

Kate looked at Miss Walker. “Will it be alright if I sort of help him along? His little nip, nips are very sensitive. I will stand on this side, so I won’t get in your way.”

Miss walker smiled at her. “Of course, if you think it would be alright with Philip.”

“Oh, Miss. Philip knows that he has to do what he is told, when he is having his extractions. He really is well behaved and knows that he will never ever have to play with his own peenie, ever again.

Roberta was delighted with the situation. She looked up into his blushing face, making sure that he was looking at her. “Well, Philip. I am going to retract your prepuce, I think you would normally refer to it as your foreskin. I know you are a very sensitive little boy, so I will be very gentle with you. But you must give me your best effort. I want a full and proper ejaculation so will you promise me you will do your best?”

Philip was so embarrassed and mesmerised by his beautiful teacher that he didn’t know whether she would expect and answer. However, he looked at her beautiful face and saw her enquiring look. “Oh, erm, Yes, Miss.”

“Good boy, now just keep still.” Roberta knew that his position afforded him very little opportunity to move, but she wanted to increase his trepidation. “Claire and Emma, would you mind sitting at either side of his feet and hold his legs for me. Little boys can become very distressed when they are having their little peenie’s stimulated. Philip is still a little boy, so if you would hold him for me I think it will allow Nurse Friedman to be more rigorous in her ministrations inside his little botty.”

Even before she had finished her sentence, Roberta, saw that Emma and Claire had sat on the stone patio. Their legs were spread to either side of his shins and they had pressed their plump pubic mounds against legs. They each wrapped their arms around each thigh and were already stroking their hands up and down the inner flesh, sensuously arousing him with their long delicate fingers.

Roberta promptly wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his penis and retracted the foreskin. He tried to evade her, only to feel the nurse’s fingers press firmly against his prostate. Everyone apart from the nurse was able to observe the exquisite agony upon his face as Roberta scored her fingers over the coronal rim of the head of his penis. Both Claire and Emma thought it was so delicious, as his body shivered from head to foot.

Philip was held prisoner as Roberta stimulated him so skilfully, that his body was entirely unprepared for sexual torment that she was inflicting upon his young body. She teased and enveloped his penis with such skilful provocation, that he could not cope.

One minute he would be on the edge of ejaculating when suddenly, she would ease her fingers to the merest of touches. Each caress would goad and tantalise him without allowing him to reach that peak of nirvana.

Without warning, she firmed her fingers and nodded to Nurse Friedman. The nurse casually grasped his testicles and began to squeeze and release them in a rapid and expertly executed goading, seemingly inflaming the nerves of his prostate and testes together, connecting them as one intense torment.

Her fingers inside his bottom, were perfectly co-ordinated and had the boy gasping with the agonising stimulation. Roberta formed her fingers into a ring with forefinger and thumb. Callously and cruelly she retracted the foreskin tightly as she let the unprotected flesh suffer the brisk friction of her fingers.

It was merely a matter of seconds before his sinews locked and his gasps became cries of anguish. Tracy was absolutely enthralled as the first jets of semen splattered forcefully against the towel. Emma and Claire scored their finger nails down the insides of his thighs before both reaching upward and spanking each bottom cheek.

Roberta looked at his face. It was a picture that she would always remember. A beautiful boy, so absolutely entombed in the sexual throes of agony and ecstasy, that he looked as if he was being whipped without mercy.

It was later that Roberta sat in a chair at the side of the pool. She had removed her tunic and was dressed in the briefest white bikini. It was so brief, that Philip was unable to look at her without blushing. She noticed that he was avoiding her and so she beckoned to Emma and Claire to fetch Philip to her. They walked with him, holding his hands as they stood him in front of their beautiful teacher.

She knew that his nakedness embarrassed him as she spread her knees and pulled his naked body to her. She put her hands upon his face and kissed him deeply. She felt him shiver in pure adulation as her tongue pierced his lips and she filled his mouth with insistent probing. She could see that his eyes were glazed as she let him go. “There sweet boy, all is forgiven.” His penis was already erecting as, on Roberta’s instruction, they led him to the hot tub.

Emma and Claire got in with him as the Jennifer and Angela followed them. Kate and Shelley were last to get into the bubbling water. He had no choice but to allow them to position him as they wished. Kate had already straddled him as Shelley knelt behind her and took hold of his penis and testicles. Kate looked into his eyes.

“Philip, my beautiful brother. We have all decided that we are going to make you spurt again. In fact, Sweetie, from now on, your little peenie is going to be constantly spurting. We are all going to look after you, every one of us. Every day and every night, every chance we get.”

He gasped as Jennifer slipped her tiny hand between the cheeks of his bottom. “You won’t ever know which way to turn.” She giggled. “Cos, our little fingers will always be there. Now just relax while I kiss you for saving my angel.” Philip felt Emma and Claire take his nipples between their fingers as Shelley retracted his foreskin and Angela reached out and scraped her fingernails over the head of his penis. Kate looked deep into his eyes, giggled as he suddenly jerked with the combined sensation of all their fingers and bodies. “Take a deep breath Sweetie, you are going to need it.”

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