National Development Potential

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Richard looked at his watch as he leaned his bike against the railings of the private and exclusive Saville College for gifted children. Eleven minutes dead, he thought as he fastened the security chain and hurried into the Gymnasium corridor. He had been reducing his time day by day from his hall of residence to the classrooms

Boys from his class were milling around the changing room doors as the coach came through the door from the gymnasium hall. She was grinning from ear to ear as she addressed the class of fourteen year olds.

“Right, listen up. Go into the changing room and get changed into your Gym shorts. One article of clothing only... so if any one of you magnificent specimens has accidently...” She paused and the boys had to smile as the coach looked knowingly at Jim Murphy, who was the only boy in the class who spurned physical activity of any kind. She continued “...or on purpose, left his gym shorts at the halls of residence, he will present himself in his underpants."
She turned her head back to look at the quizzical faces.

“Today is the college physical for boys aged fourteen, which of course means all of you." She paused again as the groans of the boys drowned out the sound of her voice. “Listen up, you have ten minutes only. If any of you wish to take another shower, you have still got ten minutes.” There was a sudden rush into the changing room as the coach blew her whistle and looked at her wristwatch.

The coach, Grace Fanwright, was tall and athletic. Her youthful tomboy face and straight blonde hair gave her a no-nonsense look. Her teeth were even and white, and as she was always smiling or grinning, they dominated her face. She was a beautiful girl, and disguised the fact with her outgoing humour and good nature as well as baggy jogging bottoms and loose thick sport's tops.

However, collectively, her shapely figure and long lithe legs was often the night-time fantasy of many of the boys. She looked at them as they gathered around her. She immediately noticed the blushing cheeks of Richard Chambers. She had no idea why he was so shy, but she knew he had already figured that at some point he would have to take his clothes off for the medical.

Richard grimaced at his friend Colin Zimmerman. “No-one has said a word about the physicals being due. I rode in at eleven minutes flat today, so I am definitely taking a shower.”
“Me too!” replied Colin heading for the showers.

Richard Chambers and Colin Zimmerman had become friends when they had first entered the college. Their love of sport and their physical stature had naturally brought them together. Colin was already over five eight and Richard beat him by another two inches. Richard, although he had never for a moment given his own physique any thought at all, was an absolutely perfect physical specimen in everyway.

He was clean-cut, broad shouldered, with a completely flat stomach. His hips were narrow and his legs were long and well muscled. Although he had never considered his physique to be unusually well proportioned, his unique appearance had not gone unnoticed amongst the all-female members of staff. Richard was completely oblivious to any of the interest in his physique. His shyness was so acute that he studiously avoided social interaction with any of the female students of the college. Colin Zimmerman had already noticed Richard's blushes when the physicals were announced, but was so used to his shyness that he ignored it.

As usual, Richard hung back as the boys rushed into the showers. . He always made sure that he was alone when he showered. He also made sure that his back was turned away from other boys when he changed for football, swimming or athletics.

Eventually he emerged from the changing room, last as always! He had searched his locker and had deliberately put on the longest and baggiest gym shorts that he possessed. Such was his rush, that his hair was still damp from the hurried shower. Colin gave him a wink as the coach blew her whistle. Coach was popular amongst all of the boys. She was always sarcastic and humorous but never, ever, at the expense of a boy’s embarrassment. Coach would occasionally rib Jim Murphy, but they each had an understanding of it's good-natured intent. Coach knew that Murphy, for his age, was the brightest boy in college and she appreciated that he hated any kind of physical exertion, especially at the expense of his study time. Thus she made sure that he was always assigned to handle the scoring sheets and the umpiring rulebook.

“Right you wonderful specimens of manhood, listen up. Form a line at the Gym door as I call up your names. Murphy! As you are my best and only accurate score keeper, you take the front spot. Smith you’re next...Sproud, Simpson, Stevenson, Walters... up you go.”

The list continued until only Colin and Richard were left. “You two can take a seat as you are on the 'additional' list.” Both boys looked at coach, who shrugged and shook her head.

“Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know why, it can't be alphabetical," she grinned. "Take five, I am sure you will be called sooner or later.”

Richard and Colin sat together on the benches lining the corridor walls. They tried between them to work out what was going on as the rest of boys trooped through the gymnasium door in single file. As the last boy went through, the coach closed the door firmly. She shrugged and held out her palms at the quizzical expressions of the two boys. With that gesture she proceeded down the corridor to her office. Colin and Richard sat together, having exhausted all reasoning of why they had not been lined up with the rest of the class. Colin even put his ear to the door, but could hear nothing.

Had he been able to see inside the gym, he would have been blushing just as profusely as the young boys inside. The top quarter of the gymnasium had been completely screened off leaving only a two-metre gap at the right-hand side. It was with a sudden communal gasp of surprise from the young boys that Miss Webster, the pastoral tutor, emerged from behind the screens and appraised the boys as they stood in line near to the door in which they had entered.

The first boy in the line, Jim Murphy had, like the other boys, blushed to a deep shade of crimson as soon as he saw that Miss Webster was present. She paused before beginning to walk purposefully towards the embarrassed line of boys. She was fully aware of the effect that her appearance would have upon the young male class. Her white shirt was tailored beautifully, almost moulded to her slim waist, which, was tightly encircled by a wide patent belt. The entire contingent of boys gulped in embarrassment. Their thoughts unified, as if by telepathy. Pure humiliation! To be standing barefoot and bare-chested in front of their pretty pastoral tutor.

She approached the jittery row of college pupils, fully aware that her skirt was swishing gracefully against her shapely thighs as she walked the length of the hall. Jim Murphy managed to blush to an even deeper shade of red as she came to a halt in front of him. Deliberately - and with a certain sadistic glee at the boy's blushing face, she glanced down at his tighty-whitey underpants before checking his name upon the clipboard she was carrying.

She spoke softly as she addressed him. “O.K. Jim you’re up first, so come along with me.” Every eye was glued to the sight of Jim Murphy standing in front of the pretty tutor in just his underpants, his face aglow and his lips quivering in shame. They watched in abject dismay as she led him on the long walk across the gymnasium floor to the gap in the screens at the far end. She prompted him through the gap to turn to his left so that he was hidden from their view. She stepped one pace back and was again, visible to the line of boys. She addressed them all quite sternly.

“No talking now... and stay in the line.”

Sproud, a normally talkative boy, watched in horror as Miss Webster disappeared behind the screens again, but this time did not come out. My god, he thought! Miss Webster, the prettiest teacher in the whole college. Surely she is not going to watch the examinations! Surely there would be a screen between them? Then he thought, despondently, she would certainly be able to hear!

Would she see him naked? He didn't know it, but every boy in the line was having exactly the same thoughts. The boys looked quite distressed, as they stood quaking and blushing in nervous anticipation. They strained their ears for any clue as to the fate of their friend Jim Murphy.

Miss Webster had thought ahead as to where to have the waiting boys placed. She was reasonably confident that there was a sufficient distance between the newly screened quarters at the top of the gymnasium and the long expanse of wood flooring to the bottom doors where the boys were standing. Hopefully, they would not hear Murphy’s gasps of embarrassment from behind the green cotton screens.

She watched in amusement as the young nurse ordered the boy to stand directly in front of her chair. "Hands upon your head please." Reluctantly she recognized a quick thrill of excitement flow through her body as the nurse leaned forward on her chair. No sooner had the boy obeyed the nurse's instruction and his arms were raised, than the nurse reached forward and swiftly pulled his underpants down to his ankles. "Come along lift your feet so that I can take your little pants off... there, that's it! Now stand up straight and spread your feet apart. No, no wider than that. Now let me have a good look at you!"

Jean Webster began observing the young boy. His body was slender and slim, with skin as smooth as any fourteen-year-old girl. His neatly featured face, although now contorted in an expression of anguish, was quite handsome, for a moment Miss Webster had thought that perhaps 'pretty' could have been used as a more descriptive adjective. He was almost totally hairless, apart from a small tuft of hair above his pale smoothly fleshed penis. His penis, in fact, was certainly at odds with the rest of his physique. Hanging down over his plump scrotum it looked to be about five inches long and the width certainly matched its length in proportion. She wondered how long he would be able to stand naked in front of the pretty young nurse before his penis reacted?

Miss Webster was intrigued by the deft and practiced way the young nurse was handling the boy. She watched intently as the nurse instructed him to start running on the spot. How embarrassing, she thought! The most humiliating of commands to be performed at any time, but whilst naked and in front of a young and extremely pretty nurse as well as his pastoral tutor, who was merely there to organize the boy's physicals - and that he would still have to meet on a daily basis!

She could not believe her own feelings of being so delighted by his blushes and gasps as he reluctantly obeyed the command. She could tell that he was acutely aware of his nakedness and surely that, being observed by an extremely young nurse as well as his pastoral tutor, this was a horror that he would re-live for a very long time!

The boy's face expressed every nuance of his innermost feelings, unable to hide even one jot of his shame. It must be his worst nightmare, she thought. To be so agonisingly aware of having to perform this most embarrassing task - and the possible consequences it may provoke! He was the brightest boy in college, surely he must be aware that the movements had started his penis bobbing up and down and that the constant slapping of his penis against the tops of his thighs would, without doubt, produce stimulation beyond his control.

"Slap, slap, slap." He could see both the nurse and Miss Webster watching the very object of his predicament. He was in a complete and utter cocoon of humiliation, and yet he continued to obey the young nurse's demands without question. "Slap, slap, slap."

Miss Webster looked on as the nurse gave her a knowing smile. She suddenly realised that the young boy's penis was beginning to distend as it filled with blood. His engorging member seemed to be slapping even more violently against his thighs. She had never ever thought in her wildest dreams that she would be witnessing one of her pupils running on the spot -as naked as the day he was born - while she, standing comfortably and fully clothed, was observing his self-humiliating display.

She watched as his penis inevitably - and to his most obvious humiliation - extended to at least six or seven inches, and had became so stiff that it stopped slapping against his thighs and was now merely waving in the air.

Heaven knows, she thought! What reactions will the rest of boys have when they step behind the screen to immediately have their shorts pulled down to their ankles by a nurse hardly much older than they are? To top it all, they will finally be confronted by a young and extremely pretty, Doctor Robbins performing the dreaded hernia check!

The nurse must only be a teenager, eighteen or nineteen at the most! I would love to see their faces when they are presented, stark naked and reluctantly fully erect to the young doctor.

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It had been an exciting prospect when Miss Webster had been asked, as the pupils’ pastoral tutor, to make the list of the fourteen-year-old remove-grade boys for their yearly medical. She had been given the list of timings and criteria for the examinations. Regular examinations were to be timed at five to fifteen minutes each. The medical board also required one pupil to be more thoroughly examined as part of a survey for the 'National Assessment of Growth' - and lastly, if the school or college considered that there was one pupil of superior physique, then he, or she, was required for an in depth physical analysis to establish, what the medical form had termed as the 'National Development Potential'. This last exam was a request rather than regulation as only one in approximately fifty schools were able to recommend an individual that was worthy of this description.

The form stated that the durations of the last two examinations would be thirty minutes to an hour for the first one, termed as the NAG; and that the second examination, the NDP would be at least two hours - and could extend to a day or more, especially if the boy was deemed exceptional.

Miss Webster had had no doubts that she had a pupil that suited the description of what the board were looking for to comply with the NAG - and had no reservations as to whom would be suitable to take the final 'In Depth' examination for the NDP. She had been aware of Richard Chambers’s unique physical proportions for quite some time. She had observed him on the sport's field and in the swimming pool. Her somewhat prurient observation of his physique as he stood straight and focussed on the diving board, had bolstered her interest in the young boy. She often chided herself at her wonderment as to what the bulge in his Speedo's would manifest, were they to be removed.
She was also intrigued, knowing his shyness with females, to see how he would react to his examination when he became aware that the doctor was female. She remembered the shiver of anticipation as she had looked at the signature. 'Dr. Patricia Robbins'.

It was two weeks after the date had been set for the examinations that she had arrived at college an hour earlier than her usual 8am. Several bulky items of equipment had already been delivered to gymnasium on the previous afternoon.

She had begun to help the School Janitor to wheel the green scrub-cloth screens, that had been part of the delivery, on to the gymnasium floor. The screens were eight feet high and six feet wide; the stretched cloth above the castors formed an opaque barrier. They had moved them into position as per the flooring plan she had received from Dr. Robbins.

The last screen and just been wheeled into place when Miss Webster turned around from her task to observe that a particularly pretty young woman was walking towards her, and that at her side was a young uniformed nurse, who curiously, hardly seemed old enough to practice.

Jean Webster had showed her surprise at the youth of the new doctor, but had had to raise her eyebrows when the doctor, after greeting her, had not just requested her involvement, but had assumed it. "After all" she had said, "it is the college that is responsible for getting the boys to their medical examination!"

"If you will bring each boy to this part of the screen and wait with him while the nurse has done blood pressure, respiration and heart function and body measurements etcetera - and then you can call the next boy up as the nurse brings the first one through the dividing screen to be examined by me."

Miss Webster had felt a little twinge of anticipation as the doctor resumed.

"I find that it is always more expedient to have a female tutor at these examinations... as you know how silly and awkward boys can be when the nurse has to strip them. I don't allow for their misguided modesty, so if you would be so kind as to help me get through the list of boys as quickly as possible and supply any discipline that may be necessary I would be grateful. I presume that this school still retains the practice of spanking bare bottoms!"

The doctor had taken a sheaf of forms out of her briefcase as the Nurse went to examine the rest of equipment that had been delivered to Gymnasium on the previous afternoon.

"Now I see that you have filled in the names of boys for the National Assessment and the NDP . Have you much knowledge of these boys... um Colin Zimmerman and Richard Chambers?

Miss Webster looked at the pretty young doctor and realised that she was far more interested in the last two examinations.

"Yes they are both athletic and tall. The first one, Colin Zimmerman is around five feet and eight inches tall, clean cut and well built, without being a heavyweight if you know what I mean." The pretty young doctor nodded as Miss Webster continued. "The last boy, Richard Chambers is in my opinion quite unique. He is very good looking facially and has a superb physique. Very well proportioned."

She looked slightly embarrassed as she continued, especially as she could see that the nurse was extending the stirrups of an examination table that the janitors had assembled and wheeled into position. "Richard Chambers told me that he measured five feet and ten inches in height, when I spoke to him at his monthly pastoral interview."

Miss Webster coloured up slightly as she added. "I hope I am right in my assessment and choice. "

The doctor looked intrigued. "I am quite sure you are right. I am certain you have interviewed many young boys, so it would be unusual for you not to recognize the unique specimen when you see him!"

Jean Webster hesitated before speaking. "There is just um... one point about Richard. He is painfully shy. He often blushes when I talk to him about the most mundane subjects. But when I ask him whether he has made friends with any of the female students, or whether he has a girlfriend yet, he turns as red as a beetroot!"

"I wouldn't worry Miss Webster. All boys are shy and embarrassed when they are having their physical examinations. It is just the nature of boys." Doctor Robbins smiled reassuringly.

"Erm... yes I know that they are, but Richard is particularly modest. I have even heard that he won't shower until the other boys are finished, he really has a problem with excessive modesty and shyness."

Doctor Robbins looked thoughtfully for a moment and then spoke.

"If he is as you say... and becomes recalcitrant during the examination. I will have to insist that you administer a thorough bare-bottom spanking. It will show him how important his examination is, and that we require absolute cooperation from him. You are required to ensure that we are able to examine every boy and, as I understand the rules, administer discipline on the school's behalf."

Doctor Robbins saw a flush of redness suffuse Miss Webster's cheeks. But she noted that it was soon replaced with an expression of resolve.

"I'm sorry. Of course I will maintain discipline. If a spanking is required for any of the boys, you can rest assured that there will be no time wasted in getting them back into line."

Jean Webster experienced a tiny frisson of excitement at the thought of Richard. His beautiful body, even perhaps laid over her knees, while she holds him firmly to her, and administers a thorough spanking to his completely bared bottom. Oh my what a naughty, but delicious thought!

They were interrupted by the nurse who had finished fixing the stirrups of the examination table and had being overseeing the placement of the screens and the two tables, which now held a collection of instruments. She smiled at Miss Webster. "I am Nurse Joan Neville. I just need to show Doctor Robbins the layout." The three young women stood together as Nurse Neville continued.

"I have left a gap at the top end of the dividing screen so I can bring the next boy through as soon as you're finished with the last one. They can go out of the gymnasium by the far door, so none of the boys who are waiting will be able meet someone who has already been examined."

Miss Webster was enthralled with the nonchalance with which the nurse spoke of what would be, in just thirty minutes time, the most embarrassing experience for a boy of fourteen tender years. She gave her attention to the pretty young doctor as she acknowledged Nurse Neville.

"Splendid nurse. Now for the NDP, I want as much time as possible with him. He will have to be shaved and cleaned inside, which, I understand, will be done in the girls changing room. That is the exit to it, over there!"
She pointed to a door by the examination table. "The college nurse and two of the college prefects have agreed to prep him and then we will have him come through. He can be prepped while we are examining," she paused and looked at her notes, "Colin Zimmerman."

"Right Doctor, is that alright with you Miss Webster?"

If Miss Webster was shocked, she tried not to show it. "Yes, I will move him from the corridor and have him wait outside the girl's changing room." Had she heard correctly, they were going to shave Richard - and who on earth had arranged for prefects to help in this preparation!

The pastoral tutor could not disguise her surprise at this last piece of information. Doctor Roberts answered Miss Webster's unasked question. "The headmistress was keen to have two of the girls, that are going to medical school next year, help with the boy's examination. So I suggested that they could assist the college nurse prepare the NDP candidate for his physical exam."

Her thoughts returned to the present, as she watched the Nurse's professional, no nonsense, but curiously prurient approach to her examination of a young boy.

The nurse had weighed, measured, taken blood, checked blood pressure, checked respiration and finally given the blushing Jim Murphy a pat on his slightly feminine bottom. Miss Webster had watched the nurse's handling of her patient. Surely her management of the boy had not been accidental. Was she deliberately keeping the boy erect during her examination? Never once had she missed an opportunity to touch or arouse him. A gentle hand behind his knee as she placed his legs further apart... the stroke of her fingers between his legs as she placed the tape-measure to his ankle... her fingers gently brushing against his scrotum or penis as she moved the measuring tape around his body. All seeming so totally bereft of guile - and yet each contact had made the boy quickly draw in his breath and gasp with humiliation and arousal.

Her ministrations had left him with his penis fully and shamefully erect. Jean Webster glanced at Jim Murphy's crimson face before deliberately looking down so that his eyes guiltily followed hers towards the juncture of his thighs, both observing his penis: one in shame... the other in delight. She thought that there could be no greater embarrassment for a boy as she looked into his eyes to see his anguished expression.

"Come along Jim, let's get you in to see the doctor." Nurse Neville stroked her hand over the cheeks of his bottom before lightly smacking it several times as she ushered him through the dividing screen.

As she returned, she discovered that Miss Webster had already left to fetch the next boy.

A blushing Peter Sproud entered the screened area and immediately blushed to a pink hue as he suddenly saw the pretty nurse waiting for him. Jean watched as the procedure was repeated. "Hands on your head." The gym shorts were down around his ankles before he realised what had happened. In sheer embarrassment, his hands dived down to his groin. It was in the same instance that he looked towards Miss Webster, his face looking almost apoplectic as he clasped his hands over his penis and testicles.

Miss Webster was determined that she would not display any embarrassment in her newfound capacity. She took hold of one of the boy's wrists and as he looked pleadingly into her eyes, she reached around his waist and smacked his bottom sharply. Her words were just as severe as she spoke to him. "If you disobey again Peter, I will spank you until your bottom is bright red. Now put your hands upon your head and stand up straight. You are acting like a silly little boy who knows no better."

Peter Sproud was in complete humiliation as he slowly raised his hands and placed them upon his head. Miss Webster looked down and suddenly realised what the fuss was about. Peter Sproud's tiny penis was fully erect and already revealing a bead of clear viscous liquid. She dare not look at his face again for fear he might burst into tears. It was the nurse that saved the day as she drew Peter's attention and spoke kindly to him.

"Well come along... a big strong boy like you will soon get through his medical. It normally takes less than ten minutes, so lets make a good start shall we? Now put your hands to your sides and start running on the spot as fast as you can. Right off you go."

The nurse watched the boy for a moment and then turned to Miss Webster. "If you would like to pop through the screens to the other side you can watch the doctors part of the exam procedure. She will have just finished asking the health background questions and will be doing a visual appraisal."

Nurse Neville gave her another knowing look as Jean Webster stepped hesitantly forward to the dividing screen. She realised that the doctor had set up well beyond the examination table so that her conversation with her patient did not audibly conflict with the nurse’s necessary instructions and tests.

Doctor Robbins was seated in front of Jim Murphy. He was standing with his legs wide apart and his hands on his head. His face was pure crimson as he looked at her helplessly. Miss Webster gave him a smile of sympathy before turning to the doctor. The doctor looked up to Miss Webster and it seemed some unspoken message was being passed between them. The half smile on the doctor's pretty face seemed to confirm that, indeed, Miss Webster would understand the unspoken agreement.

Jean Webster in that moment knew that the doctor had recognised her prurient interest in the young boys' physical examinations.

"Ah Miss Webster I am glad you came through I am just about to start this boy's examination. Now it might be helpful, as you are the boy's pastoral tutor, for me to talk you through it."

She didn't take her eyes from the boy but looked into his eyes as she addressed him. "Do you promise to behave yourself while I examine you, young man?"

Jim Murphy just blushed and nodded hesitantly. "Yes... Doctor."

"Good you may put your hands to your sides, but do not interfere with my examination."

The doctor gently stroked her hands down the flanks of his torso, sensing his flesh shivering with trepidation. "I am pleased that you agree with me Jim. I am relying on Miss Webster to apply a thorough bare-bottom spanking to any boy that wastes my time!"

Miss Webster could not help looking at the boy's face as he blushed so profusely that his cheeks turned purple. Is that the third time she has mentioned bare-bottom spankings?!!!

"As you can see, Miss Webster, the boy has a slender and pleasing body, almost svelte in some respects." She stroked her hands down to the flanks of his thighs.

Miss Webster watched the boy's reaction with delight as he visibly shivered at the gentle touch of doctor's hands upon his body, seemingly fighting an inner battle to keep his hands at his sides. She noted that his face was an absolutely livid colour as she moved to stand by the side of the pretty young doctor.

"Now Jim..." the doctor spoke gently as she observed the boy's acute embarrassment, "...remember a clever brain like yours." She stopped speaking while she looked at his file. "Top of the year... still needs a healthy body to support it."

Jim nodded, his blushing features seemingly transfixed by the beauty of the young doctor. His body shivered suddenly, a manifestation of his embarrassment at being made to stand naked and erect in front of his beautiful pastoral tutor as well as the young and assertive doctor. "Good. Right Jim, just a few checks them we are finished."

Miss Webster looked at the boy watching him blush as the doctor gently cupped her hand around his scrotum. Jean noticed that the doctor used both hands although only the left hand had a tightly fitting latex glove. She could see that boy was breathing more heavily as the doctor nonchalantly felt the size and shape of each testicle. "Turn your head to the left and cough for me, please."

Miss Webster watched as she realised that, although she had always been aware of the ritual, she had never witnessed it. She watched as the doctor repeated the instruction twice before she was satisfied.

Jim was now blushing a deep red as Patricia Robbins gently took his penis in both hands. With a familiar touch, she retracted the boy's foreskin and stretched it back as far as it would go. Jean could see him shiver as the doctor stretched his foreskin with one hand while she gently teased the opening of his urethra with the other. Eventually she let his foreskin move forward again of it's own accord. His erect penis had begun to throb with the gentle touch of the young doctor's delicate fingers.

"As you can see Miss Webster, young boys seem to have no control over their emotions. If you would just go ahead and feel his testicles, you will find that they are quite swollen." She waited while Miss Webster approached the boy.

Jean knew that her presence alone had sent poor Jim Murphy into a hyper state of anguish. The fact that she was now reaching forward, her hand hovering between his legs, had caused his eyes to water. She looked into his blushing face as she lifted her arm and gently encased his heavy scrotum into the palm of her hand. She was aware of a shiver passing through the boy's body and a gasp of quickly expelled breath as her hand first touched his delicate testicles.

Just cup your fingers and lift the scrotal sac. That's the way." The doctor's voice was so casual that Jean knew that whatever she did with the boy, it would not surprise or concern the pretty young physician.

Jean could not really believe that she was actually holding her students testicles in her hand while he stood obediently and acquiescently with his legs astride. She looked into his eyes, seeing his utter shame and humiliation. Instinctively she squeezed his scrotum gently, feeling his penis bump against her forearm as she leaned forward and spoke to him. Her voice was soft and gentle. "There sweetheart, it will all be over soon."

Almost reluctantly she let go of his testes and stood back. The doctor smiled at her as she addressed the pretty young boy.

"Right Jim, just one more check and we're done. Go over there and bend over the examination table with your legs spread wide apart. I want your shoulders flat against the surface and your head turned to the left. Off you go now."

Miss Webster watched as the boy struggled to obey the pretty young doctor - almost stumbling towards the examination table in trepidation at what might come next. Jean was immensely impressed with the young doctor's seemingly nonchalant and yet ultimate authority. She watched as the doctor moved behind him and with a little touch here and there, had him positioned to her satisfaction. She left him while she wheeled her stool to his left side. Miss Webster watched her lubricate two of the fingers of her gloved left hand and was suddenly surprised as she picked up small, stainless steel, kidney shaped dish with her un-gloved hand and handed it to her.

"Under the penis please. I am going to examine and palpate his prostate as well as stimulate his penis, so he will definitely be expressing quite a quantity of semen. Sit on the stool and you will be able to observe everything. If you would make sure that you catch it all. It is always interesting to observe the prodigious volumes that these young boys produce. "

Without further acknowledgement the young female doctor swiftly slipped her gloved left hand between the cheeks of the boy's buttocks and penetrated his sphincter.

"Hoo..ooh!"

"Umph... ooOOh." He gasped more loudly as Patricia Robbins quickly and expertly located his prostate. She moved around to the right-hand side of the trembling boy and reached underneath him. With her right hand, she wrapped her slender fingers around the shaft of his penis and tightened her grip. Miss Webster looked into the boy's brightly reddened face, which was turned towards her as he struggled with the sensations that were being elicited from his young body. Beneath him she could see the slender fingers of the doctor tighten around the shaft of his penis.

Oh Miss Webster, would you hold his testes with your other hand, a few gentle squeezes if you would please?

Jean had to stop herself from blushing as she reached under him and gently encased his testicles, bringing her fingers firmly over the top of his bulging scrotum. She thrilled as she felt his testicles pull up at the sensation of her cool fingers enveloping him so firmly.

In anticipation, she held the dish steady, feeling another thrill run through her body as the young doctor seemingly ignored the boy's gasps and shivers. Her right hand moved assertively in a series of deft strokes over the shaft and the corona of his throbbing penis, while the slender fingertips of her left hand, now buried deep between the cheeks of his quivering buttocks, scored firmly over his prostate gland.

"Oh Miss Webster would you... nice and firmly please."

Miss Webster heard the boy grunt loudly and watched in fascination as suddenly her dish was pounded with the first forceful eruptions of the young boy's semen. She shivered in delight as she squeezed his captive balls in her hand. Oh My, I am holding my student's testicles while he ejaculates. How can he bear the humiliation? What control I have over a naked boy. He has to accept whatever I do to him. Oh my, the poor, poor boy!

Patricia Robbins watched Miss Webster carefully. Even if the young teacher did not know of her own prurience, Patricia could see the fascination and surprise on Miss Webster's face as the young boy gasped and shivered with the intensity of his immediate and reluctant ejaculation. Patricia was sure that she had been correct about Miss Webster's interest. There was a touch of determined dominance too, she noticed.

Doctor Robbins was quite sure that the young tutor had never witnessed her own particular method of checking a boy’s urological function. She decided there and then to further explore and give every possible opportunity to expand Miss Webster's prurient psyche. She was quite sure that she could guarantee the pastoral tutor's complete satisfaction during the rest of the day's medical examinations.

The doctor milked the boy until he gasped with a surfeit of unbearable sensitivity. She gestured to Miss Webster to squeeze more firmly as the last drops of semen escaped from the tip of his rigid penis.

""Ooo... ahh , oh, oh."

Miss Webster let his testicles gently descend as she carefully took her hand from between his legs and placed the copiously coated dish of semen on the top of the examination couch. She watched the doctor gently withdraw her fingers from his bottom and move away.

Rather than hand the boy a tissue, Jean looked towards the doctor, whom immediately recognized what Miss Webster had in mind.

Jean spoke firmly to the naked young boy. "Stand in front of me Jim, legs spread apart please." She looked into his guilt-ridden face as she took a firm hold of his penis. The doctor handed her a moistened wipe and watched her as she drew her fingers down the shaft of his penis and casually wiped the tip.

Jim Murphy shivered as his pretty pastoral tutor wiped the sensitive tip of his penis several times. His shame knew no bounds as she looked into his eyes. Her voice was bright and cheerful as she chided him.

"There we are all done! That wasn't so bad now, was it?" She took the underpants that the doctor handed her, and looked deep into his eyes. "Now would you like me to help you with these?"

"Oh nooo Miss, erm, I can manage." The boy did not dare to look at her; such was his humiliation and bewilderment.

As the morning progressed Miss Webster learned more and more about the young nurse and doctor. Little snippets were revealed during the odd pause in examinations. "One thing I like," Nurse Neville had said to her in a confidential and almost secretive fashion, "is being able to vary my procedures. I need their heart and respiration elevated, but I like to be inventive in the way I do it. Sometimes I make them lie on the floor and do knee to chest exercises as fast as they can. They always get erect whenever they do that. Shall I make the next boy do jumping jacks? The penis always slaps against the stomach and then swings down between their legs."

She paused and smiled mischievously. "Mind you, I only tease or embarrass them if they are good looking!" She looked intently at Jean for a moment. "I have to ask you this. The doctor said you were allowed to smack their bare bottoms. If I deliberately make one of the boys appear to be a little bit disobedient... erm, would you spank him, I mean here... in front of me? I have never seen a boy spanked on his bare bottom... and I think I would dearly love to."

Miss Webster's shock became even more elevated when the doctor walked through with a box of latex gloves.

"Oh Miss Webster, I think you had better wear at least one of these as I would like you assist me further with the next few boys. I think it would do wonders for their humility to be properly penetrated by their tutor. After all you are responsible for their personal welfare and it is obviously quite important for you to know the state of their genital growth and of course, whether they have properly reached puberty!"

Do I believe this? They not only want me to spank my pupil’s bare bottoms. They want me to push my fingers right up inside them! What was that about puberty? My God! She wants me to make them cum!!!

*

Charlotte
Six Years Ago

Samantha held the letter in her hand. The buff A4 envelope was addressed to her daughter.

Charlie Browne
The Range
Bluff Cove
Bridgehampton
NY 11968

Samantha hurried through the large conservatory; her face bore a flush of excitement. "Ah there you are Charlotte. I think your results have arrived." The young girl looked up at her mother. Her ash blonde hair swirled around the graceful tilt of her neck as her eyes rested upon her mother's face.
"Honestly mother you rush around like a maid rather than a lady. Why don't you take a seat and relax. I'm quite sure my results are not going to magically disappear if you don't open the envelope this very moment."

Charlotte turned her white leather swivel chair around so that she could face her mother. Her mother, rather hurriedly, sat down upon the edge of a chesterfield and looked into the exquisite limpid green eyes of her eleven-year-old daughter.

Charlotte held her hand out gracefully. Her summer short-sleeved dress displaying the perfection of her lightly tanned skin. Her face was implacable as she waited for the envelope to be handed to. Ignoring her mother’s fidgety excitement she took a letter opener from the drawer of her desk and opened the envelope neatly. She skimmed the effusive words of the covering letter and merely glanced at the pages of results. She immediately handed the paper to her mother who grasped it eagerly. Charlotte swivelled her chair so that, once more, she faced her desk. She picked up the journal and proceeded to continue her reading.

Samantha quickly read each line of the three pages of results. Every subject was marked with an A, followed by the word 'Distinction'.

"My god Charlotte, every one is a distinction... yes I've checked. Every single one!"

Charlotte smiled as she swivelled around to face her excited mother. Her voice was calm and measured, almost sarcastic in inflection. "Yes mother, if you remember, I read it first."

"But you didn't go through every one... or read what the headmaster has said about you."

"I assure you mother, I did. Now why don't you take it with you and peruse it at your leisure while I get some work done. Oh and please stop calling me Charlotte. You chose that name. I was obviously not consulted, so remember I wish to be called Charlie." She knew her mother would argue on the subject and so she applied incentive.

"Those results were obtained by me... Charlie Browne. Look at the name and address on the letter. If I can persuade the headmaster to address as I wish, then I am sure that you ought to do the same. Now leave me to work. Oh and one more thing if you are ringing Zoe’s mother, don't boast. Just ask what Zoe got, and then tell her that my results were similar. That's if you want to remain friends. Got it?" She smiled at her flustered mother.

It was some time later as they sat at the dinner table, that Charlotte steered the conversation in the direction she required. Charlotte and her nine-year-old brother, Peter, sat at one side of the long dining table, facing their mother. Their mother, Samantha was immaculately dressed. Her beautiful face had the merest touch of make-up. It was little wonder that she was one of the most popular women in the Hamptons.

The conversation would have amused an observer. Charlotte’s mother was effusive and excited, whereas Charlotte was calm and measured. A role reversal that had been in existence for quite some time. "No mother, I am not going to any of the stuck-up Girl's Schools you have mentioned. I have made up my mind that it will be co-educational and I have already picked one. You know I intend to do medicine, so I am going to Savilles. They only take bright pupils. They have the best record for sciences, and the best facilities... and I will be eligible for a full scholarship if I want one. But I don't want one. You can well afford to pay, and a scholarship is a burden I don't want. I know if Daddy was alive that he would agree with me."

Samantha smiled at her daughter. She knew full well that her daughter already had all the brochures and application forms for Savilles and was quite happy for her to go there. But it was fun to be seen to lose a battle. It would mean that Charlotte might concede something in return at some point in the future.

" Alright Charlie, if your mind is set than I would not want to make you unhappy by sending you elsewhere."

Charlotte smiled so sweetly that Samantha forgot for a moment what a tough opponent she could be. Then it came... out of the blue... and out of the mouth of an eleven-year-old girl.

"Peter would you like me to bath you tonight. I'll let you have a really splashy time as long as you promise not to get the floor too wet."

Samantha looked at Charlotte quizzically. As Peter beamed at Charlotte.

"Yeah Charlie that would be fun." Peter had no qualms about being naked in front of Charlotte as she took him to the beach every day. If there were no people about Peter would happily run into the water without his shorts. He loved being with Charlotte and had been the first person to call her Charlie. He leapt from the table. "I'm going to do my studies, so will you call me when it's bath time?"

"Alright Charlie Browne. What was that all about?"

"Well mother. Now we have agreed on a co-educational school I intend to know everything about the male anatomy. Of course I already know everything in theory. I have read absolutely everything on anatomy, physiology and psychology. Sexual psychology was a really hard read but I think I have really have got a grasp of it now."

She looked at her mother and tilted her head to one side; she smiled. It was at these moments that Charlotte's beauty often took her mother's breath away.

"I am just going to explore his body. I want to make sure that I know absolutely everything. Don't look so stern Mother. I have seen how stiff his little willy can get when you are soaping it. I am just going to explore at my own pace, leisurely and thoroughly. Tell me, is he able to ejaculate yet. I mean does he produce seminal fluid or is he too young?"

Samantha smiled at her daughter. "I am not sure. I read in one of the journals, that some boy's reach puberty earlier than others. With Peter I don't know, but I don't think so yet." She smiled at Charlotte. "Just promise me you will be careful, don't mess with his head. I think that is the expression you use these days."

"Don't worry mother I will be good. In fact mother, eventually I will be an expert."

.
It was just over a year later that Peter was standing upright in his bath. His legs were spread wide and his hands were on Charlotte's shoulders. Her finger had already penetrated his bottom and she was leisurely soaping his penis. Her strokes were delicate and well practised.

"Oh Charlotte I feel funny." The boy grimaced as her hands exercised further control of his young body.

"Oh it feels different Charlotte, something is happening."

Charlotte smiled at him as her fingers busied themselves along the shaft of his penis and up inside his quivering bottom.

"I can feel it too Peter, just relax and let it happen." She looked down to see semen ejecting from his penis. She could feel his whole body shivering and his legs almost give way as she coaxed his penis to an expanding hardness. She pressed hard against the prostate gland, feeling the plump gland contract, as another jet of viscous white fluid seemed to gush from the tip of his penis. She administered his first ejaculation beautifully. Her skill certainly belied her tender years.

"My beautiful Peter. Well done. Was that your very first ejaculation? You haven't been playing with Mr. Willy while I have been away at school have you?"

"Oh no Charlie, I only feel like this when you bathe me. Would you do it again? Please Charlie."

"Of course I will. But you need to wait awhile before you do it again. Doesn't it feel sensitive?" She moved her fingers gently over the corona.

"Oooh wait please no." He shivered in sensation as Charlotte let him go and tenderly kissed his cheek.

"I don't want mother to know that you are able to do that yet. But I will come to your bedroom and do it to you when you are laid down. You will love it."

"OK Charlie. I don't think I want Mom to know either. I would like it to be just us having this secret."

Peter looked shyly at Charlotte as he climbed from the bath. "Charlie... will you still be able to put your finger in my bottom? I just feel so good that's it's you and that you are sort of inside of me."

"Peter there are three weeks left of my summer break. I promise you that there will hardly be a moment that I do not have my finger up inside your little bottom. And another thing, Peter, I am going to spank you, before I milk your penis."

Peter blushed. "Spank me... erm why?"

"Because you are a bad boy, Peter. You are my little bad boy and I intend to spank your beautiful little bottom until it is red. I want to do it so that you will remember me when I am away. I think you even might like it. But even if you don't, you will miss me doing it to you when you are curled up in bed and thinking about me."

It was early in the morning and Samantha could not stop apologising to Charlotte. "I'm sorry, I feel I am taking advantage of you. It is just that Sadie needs a wedding dress for her daughter and you know she won't take a step inside a shop, unless I am by her side."

"Mother, mother. Stop fussing. You are only going to be gone three days. I can easily look after Peter, and Zoe is coming over to stay. So go and be a help where it is needed. I intend to, not only be the top of the year, but so far ahead that I will be unassailable, so puh-leeeze let me work."

Charlotte quelled her excitement at the thought of her mother being away for three whole days and continued her work. Her mind suddenly leaped into overdrive as she realised that her planning could be brought forward. She made Peter's lunch and left him to his computer as she worked on.

Zoe arrived just after they had finished tea and both girls retired to Charlotte’s bedroom while Peter adjourned to the TV room. It was after eight when Charlotte called Peter to her room.

Peter could see that she was seated on her bed as he opened the door. He was not surprised to see Zoe lounging against the dresser as Charlotte turned towards him.

"Come and stand in front of me Peter, I want to have a word with you."

Peter looked quizzical, but unperturbed as he moved to stand in front of his older sister.

"I have been talking to Zoe about you Peter. She is of the same opinion as me, that you may be tempted to play with your penis while I am away at school."

Peter suddenly blushed furiously as he looked at his sister. His face displayed absolute shock. Incredulous and shamed that Zoe should know about their intimate secret. He looked at Zoe, his face blushing furiously as she caught his eye.

"Well Peter, let me dispel your disbelief. Zoe does know all about you. She knows that I have made you ejaculate for the first time and she knows that I penetrate your bottom. And what is more, she knows that you like having your little bottom penetrated."

Peter began to tremble, suddenly feeling very, very small and humiliated. He could feel his eyes well up with shame as he looked at his sister. Her expression was stern and implacable.

"As you know Peter, girls are far more mature than boys and can handle situations far more easily than boys. What I am going to set in place - is for your own good. Both Zoe and I have talked at length and have decided on a course of action that is entirely in your best interests. Zoe is my best friend in the world and I trust her implicitly."

Charlotte could see that although Peter was near to tears with embarrassment, he was listening intently to her every word.

"So Peter, let us come straight to it. I don't want to hear any complaints from you. Please strip off all of your clothes." Peter looked absolutely devastated and utterly demeaned. He seemed like an automaton, cocooned in shame. He was utterly bewildered as his fingers went to his shirt buttons. He could not help glancing at Zoe as he began to undress.

"But Charlotte," his bottom lip quivered as he began to protest."

"Not one word Peter, do it now."

Silence pervaded the room while Peter began to undress. Charlotte leaned back on the bed, resting on her hands and watching him. Her legs rubbed together, perhaps in anticipation. The flesh was bare right up to hem of her cut-off shorts. She risked a quick glance at Zoe as Peter was stooping to remove his shoes and socks.

"Come along, quickly now Peter. Shorts and underwear down now." Both girls watched the final unveiling of his body. He shivered as he stepped out of his shorts taking the underpants with them.

Charlotte quickly reached forward before he could cover himself and placed her hands on each hip.

"Hands upon your head please, Peter."

Peter tremulously raised his hands and placed them on his head. His face was tearful and blushing mightily. Charlotte turned him to the side so that Zoe had a full view of his nakedness. Even in his shame his penis was not entirely flaccid. It hung thick and heavy for such a young boy.

"Come and have a good look at Peter, Zoe. I want you to be able to see his little penis and testes. Please feel them, they are usually quite full."

Peter quaked and flushed to an even deeper hue of red as Zoe casually reached forward and lifted his testicles, weighing them in her hand. She took her other hand to his penis and gently squeezed the tip.

"How often do you think I will have to milk him Charlotte? I mean if I am to stop him wanting to play with his little willy."

Peter could not believe what she was saying. What on earth!

"Well we will have to work out the logistics. But certainly you will have plenty of time after he is home from school. Your mother doesn't get home until late, so I think the evenings will be quite easy for you. The weekends should be ideal for a more rigorous regime of milking him consecutively. We can discuss it all later. I think it is about time I got his little bottom thoroughly spanked and then you can watch how I milk him."

Charlotte turned the boy to face her and then manoeuvred him to her side. "Right over you go Peter. I want you right over my knees so that little bottom is raised high in the air... that's the way. Now let me just adjust your little penis so that you are more comfortable."

Zoe could see that his face was absolutely bright red as his head hung down and he faced the floor. Charlotte easily slipped his penis between her bare legs, placing her right hand gently on the cheeks of his bottom.

"Be a good boy and take your spanking, Peter." Those were the last words she uttered before bringing her hand down hard upon his trembling buttocks.

"Smack... Smack... Smack"

The spanking seemed interminable to Peter as her hand rained down upon his buttocks. He could feel tears of shame as well as pain wet his cheeks as the spanking continued.

"Smack ...smack... smack."

Charlotte made sure that the inner flesh of her thighs gently stimulated his penis as she spanked. After all he was her darling younger brother and she wanted her friend to see him at his very best.

"There we are Peter... that seems to have reddened your bottom nicely. Now... let's get you milked so those little balls of yours are all nice and empty. I hope your little penis is getting stiff. I don't want it to take too long to squirt after I slide my finger right up into that little bottom of yours."

Both girls saw instantly that his penis had not only erected but was throbbing up and down as Zoe raised him to his feet.

It was several minutes later that the girls had arranged Peter on the bed. They had placed him in the most demeaning of positions. His thighs were spread widely apart and his ankles were drawn up until the soles of his feet could touch together. He tried to look away as Zoe leaned over him and cupped his testicles in the palm of her hand. "Your penis is very stiff. Are you looking forward to Charlotte penetrating your bottom with her finger?"

Peter groaned with embarrassment as Charlotte reappeared with a jar of cream and some fresh towels. "Right, relax your bottom cheeks while I pop a finger up into you. Zoe is going to sit on the bed beside you so that she can get a good view of what I am doing to you. R-e-l-a-x, there... that's the way." In a fluid movement Charlotte dipped her forefinger in the jar and pressed it up between his widely spread buttocks, pushing forward skilfully. "My that did slide in easily. If you watch me now Zoe, see how I turn my wrist upward so that I can curl my finger."

She delighted in the violent shiver of his body as she continued.

"There look how he is wriggling when I stroke against his prostate gland. There, see now... look his penis is throbbing. He can't help it, the poor boy. Do you know, Zoe? I think his bottom is soft enough for me to use two fingers. Can you hold the jar out for me so I can dip two fingers?"

Charlotte gently withdrew her digit and quickly pushed two fingers into the full jar of lubricant. Without pausing, she placed them against his sphincter and pressed gently but insistently. Slowly she felt them enter up into him.

"Hoo...oooh..ahh."

She could feel his body quake. But his resistance was to no avail. Although his sphincter contracted wildly, trying to impede her steady penetration, the sphincter dilated with the intrusive pressure. She ignored his grunts and groans, pushing even more firmly. At the last moment she turned her hand upward, scoring both fingers over his prostate gland.

"Ooooh ahhh."

"Now don't fuss Peter, this is far better for a proper extraction of your seminal fluids. Can you see clearly, Zoe? Look at his body shivering as I press against his prostate. Now watch carefully."

Charlotte let the fingers of her left hand slide delicately over the shaft of his penis. She made several delicate and tantalising passes, listening to the moans of her younger brother as she suddenly and firmly grasped the flesh of his foreskin. She pulled it back until it was at full stretch and then squeezed firmly as her hand moved upward. She speeded up her movements until suddenly his body tensed into a frozen stricture.

His mouth opened as the momentous ejaculation took him far beyond anything he had ever experienced.

"OooohH... ahhh."

He could hardly tolerate the sensation as his sister skilfully and diligently immersed him in the throes of pure feverish abandonment.

"There we are sweetheart, now that seemed to take no time at all."
Peter had had no experience to compare with this. He ejaculated forcefully and wildly. His semen spurting from the tip of his penis with such velocity that he almost fainted.
She kept up the pace of her hands prodding and probing with her right hand, while her left slid quickly up and down the shaft of his penis giving him no respite from the exquisite agony of his torment.

"Little boys do take on so, Zoe. It is best to ignore his moans and pleading. A vigorous milking is what is required. So don't put up with any nonsense and make sure he is fully drained."
Zoe leaned over the prostrated boy her hair brushing his chest as she looked into his eyes.

"Yes I see what you mean Charlotte. A thorough spanking to put him in his place-and then a firm and through milking. I assure you that there will be no concerns about his fiddling about with his own penis. It shouldn't take long to teach him to be obedient in that department. I presume that you are going to offer my babysitting services so that your mother has no problems with her social life."

Charlotte cleaned the semen from his body. Nonchalantly she tossed the towel aside. "Well that has made a good start to the proceedings, Peter"

Zoe leaned over Peter again and looked into his eyes. "Now Peter we are going to let you rest for half and hour and then I am going to give you a thorough spanking over my knees. After I have smacked your bottom, I will give you a nice warm bath. I am going to stand you up and make you spread your legs so that I can penetrate you properly.

You will promise to be good while I will stroke your penis. Make no mistake I will do it vigorously and firmly until you ejaculate. Why don't you have a little rest while we prepare your bath? If you are a very good boy and don't make a fuss, I will kiss you goodnight... just like this."

Zoe pressed her pubescent breasts to his naked torso as her mouth moved over his. Gently she pressed her lips to his and waited for the inevitable response. Peter seemed to sigh as she thrust her tongue into his mouth penetrating him deeply and lovingly. Her hand slid down to his penis and she squeezed the captive flesh feeling him shiver beneath her lips.

*

Present Day

Charlotte Browne, now seventeen years old and already elected head prefect, walked leisurely and demurely along the corridors of Saville College. Her thoughts and hopes kept her company. She held the clipboard against her breasts as if to accent her modest nature. Well it seems that my hard work and finagling over the last two weeks has finally born fruit. To what extent Judith and I will be able to participate is yet to be seen.

Judith Nixon had become Charlotte's best friend. She was surprisingly similar to her friend from home and had immediately taken to each other. Charlotte and Judith had become firm confidantes while she was away from home and from Zoe. They were the most beautiful girls in the school and both were extremely bright, confident and assertive. It was surprising how similar they were by nature. Although, Judith had dark hair and wore glasses, giving her a beauty a studious persona, both of the girls seemed utterly at ease with themselves and each other. Their interests and predilections were entirely 'simpatico' and their interest in having their way with one particular boy had become their goal for the past year or more.

Her thoughts continued as she walked. I know the nurse was quite impressed with us when we helped with the junior girls.

The only other clue to the School nurse's nature was that when she had offered to walk over the gymnasium to fetch the boy, the nurse had seemed relieved that it was not her who would have to do it. She had nodded at Charlotte in gratitude.

What else is there? Something somewhere. Got it! She doesn't like paperwork. Understandably she thought wickedly, her handwriting is atrocious and slow. Got it! I bet she can't spell!!!

Charlotte had an excellent sense of intuition. She had sensed that the nurse perhaps felt a little intimidated by all of the very bright students at the school. For someone of average intelligence it must be rather off-putting sometimes to realise that perhaps a ten or eleven-year-old boy or girl was already brighter and better educated than a twenty-five year old nurse. Of course the nurse would not have had trouble handling the boys and girls. She was a very good-looking young woman and her aura of care and concern for her young patients made her an excellent nurse. Everyone has some kind of Achilles heel... let's hope that I am right about hers.

Charlotte walked out into the sunshine and headed along the path to the sports facility. As she walked she became more convinced that she was right. What if that is it. What if she CAN'T SPELL!

Charlotte neared the entrance of the main sports building. She could see that two boys were seated on the benches in the lobby of the gymnasium. Her heart quickened as she saw that they were only attired in their gym shorts.

Charlotte didn't speak, but marched quickly forward to stand in front of them. She saw them both blush in embarrassment and confusion as she looked down at them. Prefects at The Saville Academy for Gifted Children, had almost unlimited ultimate authority over other students. They were well chosen and well vetted, but once elected, their authority was absolute. It was based upon the English Public School system and worked very well. The anomaly that made the academy somewhat different to the English system was, that only girls could be elected to prefecture.

Charlotte took her time as she examined the semi-naked boys seated in front of her.
She knew that their bared chests and legs would accent their vulnerability. She deliberately and overtly looked over their bared flesh before addressing them. "What are your names?" Her first words seemed to cause them much embarrassment, as she continued to look them over. Of course she knew exactly who they were. Richard Chambers had caught the eye of everyone, well every girl, even though he was only 14 years old. She noted the smooth skin of his swimmer's body.
Yes! He is absolutely perfect in every detail. Even with that huge pair of shorts covering most of him from naval to knee.

Colin spoke first. "Ah... Colin Zimmerman, Miss."
Charlotte looked down as if to see that his name matched her paperwork. She hesitated awhile and then looked at Richard. "And you boy... who are you?" She delighted as he blushed immediately to a fetching shade of red.

"Oh... ah... Miss. My name is Richard... ah Chambers, Miss."

Suddenly Charlotte had an inspiration. "Stay where you are boys, I will be back in a few moments." She walked past them and promptly opened the gymnasium door and stepped through, closing it immediately behind her. There was one boy standing waiting inside. His face blushed as soon as he saw her. She ignored him and walked towards the screens at the far end of the hall. She had a brief moment's hesitation before she boldly walked behind the screens.

The sight that greeted her was a delight. A naked young boy was performing jumping jacks. His turgid penis was slapping rapidly; alternately swinging wildly against his legs and his tummy. She was surprised as she saw Miss Webster's presence. The Pastoral Tutor was standing to his rear. Suddenly, without warning, Charlotte saw her slap his bared bottom several times.

"Come along boy, we will be here all day if you don't pick up your pace." The nurse was looking amused as she turned to Charlotte. Charlotte spoke quickly before the nurse had time to question her presence at the boy's examination.

"Oh nurse we are ready to prepare the NDP candidate... ah Richard Chambers. Colin Zimmerman the... ah," again, Charlotte looked down at the forms on the clipboard, "NAG candidate is waiting outside of the main door. Shall I send him inside so that you are not kept waiting, I see you only have one boy left to do."

The nurse's attention was diverted towards the young boy who was suddenly crouching forward, holding his hands tightly over his penis and testicles, and blushing profusely at the sudden sight of Charlotte.

Miss Webster looked towards Charlotte and the nurse. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm afraid I have discipline problem." She pulled a chair towards her and sat down, at the same time taking a firm grip of the young boy. It seemed like only seconds before he was face down across her knees. Charlotte had the feeling that Miss Webster had intended her to leave. However as she did not speak, Charlotte stood next to the nurse and waited.

"Smack... smack... smack..." the slaps came thick and furious and his bottom soon became as red as his face. Charlotte glanced towards the nurse and noted her avid interest in the spanking of the young boy. She whispered to her. "I'm Charlotte by the way."

"Smack... smack... smack... smack..." It seemed to be several minutes before the boy was allowed to raise himself from Miss Webster's knees. She looked sternly at him making sure that she had his full attention. "Now continue, unless you would like some more of the same."

Charlotte felt a thrill as she looked at the face of the young boy. She could see that he was totally humiliated. There were tears in his eyes as he glanced anxiously at her. It seemed as if he was telling her that she should not be witnessing his shameful punishment, or the reluctant bouncing display of his naked body.

The nurse spoke nonchalantly to Charlotte as they both watched the young boy. He was now performing far quicker jumping jacks and was visibly embarrassed beyond belief. His penis had become more fully engorged as it slapped rapidly against his legs and torso.

"Yes you can send him through. Was there something else you wanted to ask?"

"Well I was wondering whether you wanted any notes taken during the examinations?"

The nurse looked at Charlotte thoughtfully and suddenly smiled. "Well the NAG exam is just ticking boxes and you will be busy during that one anyway. However the NDP is a nightmare of description."

Charlotte was about to reply when Miss Webster interjected, ignoring the furiously blushing young boy.

"Well thank you, Charlotte. That is such a kind offer. I know that you know most of the terminology, and I don't want to have to write it out again, which I know I would normally have to do." She smiled at Nurse Neville. "Our nurse is very good, but her literary skills are really quite pitiful. Give her the forms nurse... and Charlotte can see what is required before she brings the boy in."

Nurse Neville reached behind her to the pile of forms on her desk. She spoke brightly to Charlotte, but surreptitiously gave her a knowing look. My god, thought Charlotte, I've been found-out. What's the expression? Well and truly 'rumbled'.

"Here you are Charlotte. There are about six pages so you will be busy. The doctor normally dictates during the different stages of the exam. You will have plenty of time to write as she is always a stickler for having concise descriptions."

Charlotte smiled. "Don't worry, it's my forte to be precise, I am always accurate with my notes. I find that it saves me a lot of time when I am doing my own homework after lectures."

"Well you will have to sit close to the doctor while she is doing her examination. I would not want you to miss anything,"

Nurse Joan Neville turned her head and smirked quickly at Charlotte, before turning back and gesturing for the boy to halt. She knew Charlotte would be watching her as she spoke firmly to the young boy.

"Now young man, what may I ask is the meaning of this?" She immediately moved forward and tapped her fingers against the exposed glans of his now fully erect penis.

Charlotte would have loved to have stayed but she knew that she had things to do. Perhaps it would look better to Miss Webster that her interest was entirely altruistic.

The nurse suddenly took a firm hold of the blushing boy's penis. Without letting go, she turned to Charlotte. "I am Joan, by the way." Charlotte could hardly stop herself from giggling as the nurse held the boy's rigid penis and spoke once more.

"Thank you for offering to do the paperwork. It will be a far more thorough exam than this one." Charlotte thrilled with anticipation as she tucked the sheaf of forms into her clipboard and walked through the opening and back towards the entrance of the gymnasium, her heels audibly punctuating her progress.

She stopped at the far end of the hall to stand in front of the waiting boy. She spoke gently to him as he stood apprehensively waiting for his examination. "I hope you are going to be a good little boy while you are behind the screens. Otherwise I fear you may be in for a bare-bottom spanking." She walked on leaving the boy alone with his cheeks blushing a bright red. What a wicked girl I am, she thought with glee.

She walked back though the double doors and, once again stood in front of the two seated boys. "Zimmerman, you may go through now and wait just inside the doors. It should not be long before you are examined."

She waited as Colin got up and opened one of the double doors and walked inside. God help him, she thought.

She looked down at Richard, feeling thoroughly emboldened by her experiences behind the screens . "You boy, please come with me."

Charlotte did not wait for his reply before she turned away from him. She had just had a fleeting glimpse of his face as it turned to a furious flush of redness.

Oh so like Peter she thought. Oh I do so hope I get my hands on him. He is absolutely delicious. Mind you my chances have already improved dramatically. I wonder whether Richard will be made to do the jumping jacks while he is naked?

She turned to Richard, eyeing his bared chest as he walked sheepishly behind her. "Come along boy, walk by my side where I can keep my eye on you." She watched his face crumple in embarrassment. What an absolutely thrilling sight. God he is going to die of shame when we get our hands on him.

Thrilled by the close presence of the near naked boy, Charlotte became bolder. She placed her hand on his bared shoulder. She could feel him flinch as she stroked her hand down his back as they walked. In a moment of inspiration, she stopped the boy. She had noted that there was a cool gentle breeze as they trod the outside path, which took them through the cloisters.

She placed the palm of her hand over his chest feeling his nipple. "Well boy, I thought that that only happened to girls." She noted that the boy immediately looked down to the ground and his face, once more, flushed to a deep shade of red. She let her fingers toy with the erected flesh for a moment longer before she moved on. Charlotte became even more brazen and lowered her hand to his bottom. With a quick smack of his buttocks, she admonished him. "Come along boy, keep up."

The shiver of embarrassment that ran through his body rewarded her more than she could have hoped for. She slid her hand up to his bare torso and kept it there, loosely around his waist as they walked into the main school building. His bare feet slapped against the tiled floor as she led him triumphantly to his humiliating fate.

*

The girls changing room had been chosen for the NDP preparation because of its wet-room floor. There were raised areas of flooring consisting of wooden slats on which the girls would stand to change. The area beyond that was a complete wet facility where shower heads as well as flexible, hand-held water jets were set into the wall. Beyond the showers, raised a few inches above the wet area, were toilet cubicles and rows of lockers.

The Nurse's examination table had been wheeled into the room as well as her desk, which held on its surface all matter of paraphernalia that would be needed. A tall stand had been set up with an enema bag hanging from its chromium-plated hook. The girls' changing room had become a complete and efficient set-up for the boy's preliminary preparation.

Nurse Angela Summers had checked everything twice before she turned to Judith Nixon. "Well Judith, thank you for all your help. And Charlotte's too. I was rather hoping I wouldn't have to handle him on my own. He is bound to be totally embarrassed by the procedure... well, who wouldn't be. One has to admit, it is embarrassing isn't it. I mean having to have your pubis shaved by the opposite sex. Even if you are only a young boy."

Judith smiled to herself. Both she and Charlotte knew that it would be as embarrassing for him as they could possible make it. The boy was quite beautiful and she was sure that she and Charlotte were the envy of the girls at the school. However Charlotte's planning and manipulative skills had outclassed even the cleverest of the other prefects. Although Judith, in fact knew, that all of them would have gladly taken their place, had they been given the opportunity.

Charlotte entered the room, immediately smiling at Judith and Nurse Summers. She held the clipboard to her as she spoke. "I have had Richard Chambers sit outside while I made sure that you are prepared. The Nurse who is doing the boys' examinations has given me all the paperwork. I am afraid there seems to be an awful lot of it."

Angela Summers suddenly looked worried. "How much is there?" Charlotte thrilled instantly. "Well, all in all, about nine pages of description... and then some mandatory forms." She forgave herself the small exaggeration.

"Angela spoke softly, her voice sounding a little nervous." Am I obliged to fill them in.? Ah, it seems an awful lot of writing."

Charlotte immediately knew that she had been correct in her guesses about Nurse Angela Summers's particular Achilles heel. "Well if you are going to be busy helping the doctor, I could take the dictation. I am excellent at taking notes. I mean that is if we are allowed into the examination."

Angela Summers beamed so brightly at Charlotte that she had to smile at her. "Oh would you Charlotte. I have to make a confession; I have a problem with reading and writing. I was told that it doesn't mean I am less intelligent, but I have a condition. It is called Dyslexia. They told me when I was quite young." She giggled. "It was quite funny really, because, I couldn't spell it." She grinned again as she looked at both girls. "Fancy having a word like Dyslexia or Dyslexic to describe someone that can't read very well." All the girls laughed at the obvious incongruousness of the word.

Charlotte was absolutely thrilled. Held in her clipboard was her first class, VIP, Bona Fide, Platinum Card, absolutely scrumptious meal ticket to observe a beautiful naked boy being examined in such a fashion that he would probably expire from embarrassment and humiliation. What a thrill they were going to have. Viva Dyslexia!

Charlotte had immediately warmed to the pretty nurse, especially after she had seemed so casual about the girls going into the examination with her. And that she had been so honest about her impediment. She looked toward the young nurse and smiled warmly.

"I know of famous writers and columnists that are dyslexic. It must be awful when words look so jumbled up. Don't worry; in spite of it, you are obviously a very competent nurse. I assure you that there will be no complaints from the doctor or the authorities on the quality of my, stroke, your notes. So are we going to get started?"

Both Charlotte and Judith knew that their best chance of handling the boy would be in the next thirty minutes or so.

The nurse seemed quite happy to accept the girls poorly-concealed prurience. In fact with the pressure now off from taking notes, she thought that she would afford them every opportunity to pursue their natural proclivities. She spoke quite nonchalantly. "If you are both ready, I will fetch the boy through, we really ought to get started!" This time there was no mistaking the young nurse's knowing look.

Richard was blushing in stops and starts as he sat, shivering in shame on the one tiny chair that had been placed outside the girls' changing room. He could not help his mind replaying each embarrassing moment. Every incident brought a fresh blush to his face.

From the moment he had looked up to Charlotte Browne, it had been one humiliation after another. It was the first time that he had even seen her in close proximity. Of course her beauty was legendary amongst the boys. But seventeen-year-old prefects did not deign to talk to lowly fourteen-year-old boys... unless of course they were in trouble.

Already embarrassed at being dressed in only a pair of shorts, Richard had hoped not to see anyone. And suddenly there she was in front of him. My god, she had looked him up and down. Then, horror upon horror, she had put her hand on his bare back... and then she had slipped her hand down and smacked his bottom! Soon, had come the most embarrassing moment of all. She had stopped and placed her hand on his nipple and rubbed it... and then she had compared him to a girl!!!!

He sat on the small wooden chair absolutely bewildered as to why he was there and why the school's most beautiful prefect, Charlotte Browne, had brought him to the girls' changing room. He almost jumped out of his skin as the School nurse opened the door behind him and spoke. "Richard Chambers, please stand up and come with me."

As he stood, she took hold of his bare arm and ushered him into the room. He quaked as he saw both Judith Nixon and Charlotte Browne standing behind the clinical examination table. The girls had both removed their school blazers and were now dressed in crisp white blouses, neat school ties, and navy skirts. To his horror he noticed that they were also wearing clear plastic aprons... and worse, that their hands were covered in latex gloves. Such was the girls' overwhelming beauty, that he had failed to notice the stirrups, gleaming brightly and ready and waiting for him, already set high and wide.

Richard could feel his cheeks burning with shame as the nurse spoke to the two prefects, nonchalantly turning the boy towards them as she did so. "Please remove his shorts, will you Miss Browne and Miss Nixon."

She completely ignored the boy as she smiled at the girls. "Then if you would, I would like you to arrange him upon the table... on his back please with his bottom as close to the edge as you can manage and his calves in the stirrups. It is best to start with him just sitting on the end of the bed."

The nurse moved around the bed and towards the IV stand, leaving Richard to face the girls.

It was Judith that addressed him first. "Are you all right Richard, your face is very red." Richard looked at her, his mouth opened wide. But he could not for the life of him, utter one word; such was his total and absolute shock.

Nurse Summers looked at him as she was inserting the tubing to a large plastic bag hanging from the stand.

"Answer your Prefect, Richard! The headmistress has given Miss Browne and Miss Nixon full permission to spank your bare bottom most thoroughly, should you be so foolish as to disobey the instructions you are given. Now answer Miss Nixon when she asks you a question."

Richard stood open-mouthed his chest was heaving as if he were having a panic attack. Charlotte on the other hand was thrilled with the events as they were turning out. Had the headmistress really given her permission, or was the nurse's understanding of her predilections slightly more perceptive and intuitive than Charlotte had thought? She decided on the latter and looked inquiringly at Angela. The young school nurse smirked and then turned her back as she attached the tubing firmly to the bag.

Charlotte knew that the boy was almost stupefied with embarrassment. She took one pace forward, and without a moments' hesitation, took his wrists and raised his arms. "Hands upon your head Richard, quickly now. The doctor is waiting for you." She did not dare mention the word 'spanking' again, for fear the boy might faint there and then."

Richard while utterly embarrassed would never have dreamed of being disobedient. He had never, ever, usurped or defied authority. With the physical urging from Charlotte, he placed his hands upon his head. He could hardly see through the tears of shame that blurred his vision.

Charlotte magnanimously gestured to Judith to remove his shorts. Judith knew her friend well. It would be like eating all the birthday cake at one's own party, for her to intercede in what must be Charlotte’s ultimate prize.

Judith instead, spoke gently to the young boy. "Now Richard, please be a good boy while Miss Browne get's you undressed ready for the doctor. You will promise to stand up straight and behave, won't you Richard? I suppose it must be a bit embarrassing for a fourteen-year-old boy to have his shorts taken down by a pretty girl. Never mind, it must be done. I don't want to see your bare bottom over Miss Browne's knees while she has to spank you. Promise me you will be good. Will you Richard, promise me?"

Judith's little speech had done wonders for the situation. Charlotte could not believe how well her friend must have known how she felt. She wasted no more time. She knelt in front of the terrified boy and placed her cool, delicate hands upon his waist.

She thought back to her brother Peter, being made to reluctantly strip off his clothes in front of the pretty eleven-year-old, Zoe. Well her anatomical and psychological studies of Peter should stand her in good stead. Her friend Zoe, in her absence, was still milking and spanking him several times a day, even though he was almost sixteen.

She waited, savouring the moment. She could not help, wickedly, making sure that his eyes were locked upon hers as she whispered softly to him. "Good boy Richard, now we all know what little boys have hidden under their shorts, so please don't be embarrassed. I promise we will be as gentle as we can with you. Don't fret little one."

Charlotte knew that her words, as had Judith's, would comfort him and belittle him at the same time. With a pure unadulterated thrill piercing her body. She increased the pressure on her fingers and slipped them into the waistband of his voluminous shorts. She saw him raise his head to look upward.

As if, even for a moment, she would let him avoid one jot of his impending ignominy!

She could feel his trepidation as her hands slid down his body. Inch by inch she revealed her prize, savouring every morsel of his shame and his flesh. Each sensation increased her excitement. The stretching of the material at the first beautiful curve of his bottom. The shiver of his trembling body being exquisitely transmitted through her fingers as she eased them over his fine pubic hair.

The wickedness of her deliberations at the first touch of the waistband against the shaft of his penis. The shivers and his blushing cheeks as she looked at him. The feel of his flesh, so pure and unadulterated against time or physical sensation. Her hands, smoothing overtly over his smooth, timid flesh. She: predatory and dominant, savouring every nuance of his trembling humiliation. Her appreciation of his body growing, while the inexorable progress and revelation of his shame grew with it.

The inner elastic of his waistband now tugged at the turgid swelling of his penis, slowly and deliciously revealing an intimate glimpse of her quarry. The inevitable progress of his shorts continued ever downward.

Charlotte began to get a perfect view of her prize. His penis was thick, and as she had always known from her surreptitious views of him, most generous to his stature. She bared his genitals fully, suddenly bringing the waistband of his shorts down to mid thigh. She heard the exquisite and explosive gasp of his indrawn breath as he was fully and shamefully bared!

She could feel his tremor of utter humiliation. She knew, without doubt, that it was his first ever experience of being overtly and thoroughly uncovered. She had given him not one single place to hide. He was being forced to endure the sickening and reluctant manifestation of his nakedness. The epitome of a young boy's withering shaming by a beautiful and ultimately authoritative young girl.

Richard could not believe that this was actually a reality. Even in his humility, such was his guilt, that he had to look down. His eyes were unable to avoid hers. She looked into his eyes; holding his gaze hypnotically. Her expression belittling him, almost scornful of his ultimate humiliating defeat and extreme exposure. He seemed to be able to feel every millimetre of his bared flesh. He looked down at his penis and testicles, excruciatingly aware that she was also examining the very same objects. He could even feel her every breath playing upon his most private parts! Charlotte, relishing his utter vulnerability, wrenched the shorts to his feet.

"Well Richard come along now lift you feet. I can't deal with you while you have these stupid baggy shorts around your ankles."

Charlotte knew that her mental image of his body was entirely accurate. His genitals were, without any doubt in her mind, absolutely perfect. His testicles were tight and full within the pale scrotal sac. The flesh of his penis was also pale and quite exquisite; plump, soft and beautifully formed.

She saw that he was circumcised and yet the foreskin just covered his corona. His body, she had always known, was perfect. Now as she examined him carefully, she could see that his penis and testicles were equally pristine and perfect in every way. She could not wait for him to erect. Not that she was not confident of the size of growth he would soon display, but rather to see the utter embarrassment on his face while she examined him.

Richard was in turmoil. It was impossible... and yet it had happened. The most beautiful girl in the whole school had stripped him until he was as naked as the day he was born. How could it happen! His nakedness utterly devastated his shy nature. Even more alarming to him was the first stab of the cruel betrayal of his most secret and personal feelings.

He felt her breath even closer against his genitals. He could not comprehend that his exposure would manifest itself in the immediate unprovoked stimulus of his inner sexual feelings. He felt it, the first definite and undeniable stab of arousal. Oh please no! Please no! Yet to his horror, it was happening. Oh no please no. He could not believe it. He looked down, unable to avoid her eyes as his penis throbbed once between his legs. One overt and singular pulse that he knew had betrayed him. Please, he must not become aroused! He had to know... had she noticed? He dared to look at her. He quaked in despair, seeing her beautiful face with a subtle but intrusively knowing look as she realised what was about to happen to him.

It was with absolute shame that he lifted his feet, feeling her hands take the garment and dispose of it on the bench that stood alongside them.

Seemingly innocently, she stroked his thigh as she stood and looked at him. "Come along boy, sit on the examination couch and let me get you positioned so that you are laid on your back with your legs high and wide. It is important that the nurse can feel between the cheeks of your bottom." Richard blushed mightily, as any young boy would, with the pronouncement of the nature of her intended humiliations upon him.

Judith moved forward, feeling pleased with her decision to let Charlotte strip the boy. She felt ultimately justified as she deliciously slapped his firm bottom and moved his young body, to bring his buttocks in line with the end of the couch.

"Come along there, hop up and lay back. Don't worry about your legs, we will attend to them." Judith's voice was firm as she saw him hesitantly lever himself up to a sitting position.

Can a naked young boy really blush so furiously?

Together the girls manoeuvred him until he was laid back and blushing uncontrollably. To his utter shame, both girls lifted his legs and simultaneously placed his calves into the stirrups. The loops of the stirrups were deep and offered no chance of escape. As both girls stood back from him, he could see their attention drawn to his penis, which, to his abject horror and shame, had become full and turgid. Laying overtly and indecently on his pubis as if it was a plump sausage on a butcher's slab! His shiver of utter shame and embarrassment knew no bounds!!

As Judith looked at the boy, her heart suddenly palpitated inside her ribcage. Charlotte had been right! The boy was absolute and ultimately perfect. What intrigued her more was that his embarrassment excited her so much that she felt a sudden stab of guilt!

My God. His humility and shame had utterly intrigued her. His reluctance made her heart leap. Here was a boy that was shamed to the core at being exposed. And she loved it! No longer would she care for the football jocks that deliberately showed their muscles and bodies with bravado and pride. What she craved for had just become clear. A perfect specimen, who was rendered shamed and thoroughly servile by his enforced nakedness and was entirely and officially under her ultimate authority!

The boy was spared no humiliation as the nurse spoke crisply. "Oh... Miss Nixon and Miss Browne, I see that you have him positioned correctly. Just make sure his arms are stretched out above his head. I have the enema nozzle prepared and so, if you would like to lubricate him with the cream from the blue jar, I would be grateful. Please use your fingers and penetrate the sphincter until it dilates. Then if you would push up into his bottom as far as you are able.

You will find that you will need a lot of lubricant, as the sphincter muscle will strip you of much of it. So I suggest that you both do it in turns. One of you please hold his genitalia up from his body and the other one of you, penetrate his bottom. Is that alright? You both have your gloves on, I see."

Richard quaked at every word the nurse uttered. No, no... surely no!

Charlotte saw the nurse beckon her. She was out of sight of the young boy as she leaned forward towards the nurse. Angela placed her lips next to Charlotte's ear and whispered softly. "He must not be allowed... or made to ejaculate under any circumstances. Clear?" Charlotte nodded sagely in the affirmative.

She smiled at Angela, who gave her a smirk before mouthing one singular word. "Enjoy."

Richard was under a cloud of shame. He had not realised how vulnerable he could feel, until suddenly the two stunningly beautiful prefects had stretched his legs wide. Both of them seemingly quite unperturbed by his embarrassing and shameful predicament.

He could not help looking at them in an absolute torment of vulnerability as they nonchalantly moved to the desk. It was Miss Nixon who seemed to be coating her fingers as Miss Browne moved to look down upon his prostrated form. He could feel his heart beating. Was she really going to hold his testicles while Miss Nixon put her fingers up into his bottom, please no! They were not nurses... or doctors yet. How could the school nurse allow them to subjugate him to such an indignity?

As if hearing his thoughts, the nurse spoke directly to Richard. "I want you to co-operate and relax your bottom while your Prefects, Miss Browne and Miss Nixon are penetrating you. You are a very lucky boy to have such responsible girls caring for your welfare. Remember Richard that I shall instruct them to spank you if I see any recalcitrance on your part. Do you understand me? Answer me boy!"

Richard realised that the nurse was waiting for a reply. He managed to look up at her through his haze of watery eyes and utter degradation. "Er... yes miss... I mean nurse. I will ah... do as you say."

Nurse Angela Summers looked into the boys face as she spoke to him.

"When I say relax, I want you to make your bottom available to the intrusion. As soon as you get the hang of it, you will find that you are able to accommodate a full penetration with ease. Fingers are a lot more pliable than an enema nozzle, so it will pay you to allow full access to your bottom. The lubrication will allow the nozzle to slide in a lot more easily. Do you understand me?" She moved her hand into his view and showed him the long, fat and shining metal nozzle, which was attached to the fully-filled enema bag. The boy almost gasped out loud as he saw the huge appliance.

"Do you see? It is in your interests to allow Miss Nixon and Miss Browne to penetrate and lubricate you as deeply as they are able. The deeper the better is my motto!"

Richard, the shy innocent boy of an hour ago. Now laid naked with his legs spread high and wide, his most private and intimate parts, his penis and testicles, were displayed openly. The absolute shame. The two prettiest girls in the whole school were about to penetrate his bottom and lift and hold his penis and testicles as rudely as they pleased.

The nurse watched as Judith moved in-between his widely spread thighs. Charlotte with a nonchalance that belied her prurient interest, moved to his side. Casually she reached for the juncture of his legs. "Right Richard, relax your bottom. I am going to hold your penis and testicles quite firmly, so no fussing now, Do you hear me?"

Richard muttered but could hardly speak as Charlotte, to her absolute delight lifted his swollen testes into the palm of her left hand. With her right hand, instead of just taking hold of his penis, she grasped the shaft and swiftly pulled the foreskin back until it was stretched tightly against his pubis. She hardly had to wait a moment before she felt the flesh throb violently beneath her delicate fingers. She squeezed and began to move the foreskin up over the corona. Her breath teased the hair of his pubis as she leaned forward, diligently moving his foreskin up and down until he was as rigid as a telegraph pole. She squeezed his testicles, delighting in the feel of such plump balls. What an epiphany! What a triumph!

"Oh dear nurse, look at this. He has developed an erection. What on earth must he be thinking about to display himself so blatantly? Surely he ought to be punished for such an overt and boastful sexual display."

The nurse looked at the boy seeing his heaving chest and his absolute dilemma of emotion. She gave both Charlotte and Judith a look of mock and mischievous admonishment.

"Perhaps Miss Nixon, he will not have quite so much bravado when you penetrate his bottom."

Judith stepped forward, her plastic apron pressed against the boy's widely spread thighs; she looked at him and spoke his name to get his full attention. "Richard." Her lubricated hand suddenly pressed against the crevice of his bared buttocks. Her fingers wriggled against the very core of his bottom. Her voice was calm as she sensed the boy's sudden alarm.

"Take a deep breath please, Richard." Judith left him no time to comply as she pressed her forefinger firmly against the tightly constricted sphincter of the trembling young boy. Instinctively, she did not push further, but left the pressure upon the tight ring of muscle. Charlotte was watching avidly as she squeezed the boy's testicles quite firmly. He gasped in response and Charlotte saw with delight, that his involuntary reaction had forced his sphincter to relax and Judith's finger to slide up swiftly into his bottom.

She smiled in delight, knowing that it was she, that had prompted the boy's reaction by her intuitive squeeze of his testicles. Deliciously collapsing the boy's resistance to the pressure of Judith's finger.

Judith spoke gently to him. "Good boy, just try and be brave while my fingers slide up inside you."

Richard blushed as he looked into the beautiful and studious face of Miss Nixon. The feeling inside of him felt so intrusive, so intimate, and so shaming, that he could hardly believe that it wasn't a terrible dream. He shivered, as suddenly he was confronted by an exquisite feeling of pressure from deep inside of his bottom. He felt his penis throb shamefully in response - and at the same time his body suddenly quake as Miss Browne pinched the tip of his penis and squeezed his testes firmly.

Judith felt a thrill run through her body. She contained her feelings well as she spoke to the boy. "Just relax, I intend to lubricate you thoroughly so that Miss Browne can come and stretch you even more widely. We must make absolutely sure that your little bottom is ready and pliant for the nozzle."

Judith could not believe her audacity, deliberately teasing the boy's delicate feelings, entirely for her own delicious sexual predilections. Well, she thought, I bet you remember this day for the rest of your life. And if I know Charlotte, we are going to make doubly sure that you do!!!

Part Two

Colin Zimmerman stood alone in the gymnasium. He had seen no one for the last fifteen minutes since Miss Browne had instructed him to enter the gymnasium. Several times during his wait, he had heard jumbled sounds emanating from behind the screens at the far end of the hall; but other than that he had heard or seen no one.

Suddenly his attention was drawn to movement at one side of the screen. Oh no, it can't be! He watched in horror as Miss Webster, his Pastoral Tutor, appeared. What on earth is Miss Webster doing here? The beautiful Miss Webster whom he idolised like no other. His ultimate bedtime fantasy! He waited in increasing trepidation and embarrassment as he watched her walk over the sprung flooring towards him. He could not help his face blushing as he watched her progress. Her skirt swayed sexily against her long lithe legs, and her high heels clicked ominously against the flooring as she approached.

She looked at his blushing countenance. "Ah, Colin, you are next to see the doctor. Come with me please." He blushed more deeply as she spoke to him. Her appearance and firm tone were obviously causing him great consternation. "You are wearing just one item of clothing... is that correct?"

His cheeks suffused immediately into a deep shade of crimson. His voice stammered as he answered. "Er... erm... Y'yes Miss Webster." He felt belittled as she looked down at his shorts... almost, as if to see that he was being truthful.

There was a moment of realisation for Colin's delicate emotions. The awkward juxtaposition of his own near nakedness... and her beautifully dressed and alluring personage. Her confident appraisal of his near naked body. Her withering look as her eyes glanced over his body, lingering over his bare legs and chest before moving slowly upwards to examine his blushing face. Her expression mildly sardonic and perhaps even amused. "Well come along then Colin, let us not keep the doctor waiting."

She turned and led him towards the far end of the hall, which, was entirely hidden behind the green scrub screens.

What Colin did not know, was that Miss Webster was entirely emboldened by the doctor’s surprising encouragement and approval of her role in the examination of her young pupils. As each boy had been examined, the doctor had encouraged her more and more. Making sure of her full involvement into the intrusive and intimate physical participation of every boy's examination.

To her delight, the resultant exploration and occasional punishment had completely subjugated and humiliated each timid boy. Every boy that had left the gymnasium that morning had been blushing and shivering in absolute and undiluted shame. Their emotions had been stretched to breaking point as each one had been thoroughly probed inside their quivering bottoms and then deftly masturbated. This had been accomplished so nonchalantly and so comprehensively that their young bodies had shivered and shaken violently.

Colin, of course, was completely oblivious to the fact that the doctor was an extremely pretty girl of only twenty-five-years - or that the slender and smartly-uniformed nurse, was extremely young and attractive, and, in fact, looked so pubescent and tender of years, that the very thought that such a sweet girl could even be looking at a naked young boy, seemed to be a travesty of the common mores of decency. Miss Webster knew that he was in for a shock... but even she was unaware of the severity of it.

"Come along Colin, through the screens and turn to your left." Colin gasped as he saw the pretty young nurse seated upon her chair. Her face broke into a smile as she saw him. Her voice sounded sweet. "Colin Zimmerman?"

Colin could hardly speak as he looked at the slender and intriguing nurse. Surely she seems far too young to be a nurse, he thought in his initial sudden embarrassment. "Er... Yes Miss... erm... Nurse."

"Right, young man. Stand in front of me and put your hands upon the top of your head, with your palms turned upwards and your fingers interlaced."

It took Colin a moment to gather himself. It seemed so incongruous that a girl so young, had spoken so authoritatively... and she had even called him 'young man'. It took him several moments to contemplate and eventually obey the instruction.

It was Miss Webster that spoke next. "Good boy, now keep still."

Miss Webster moved to his side and placed her left hand on top of his clasped fingers. Almost as if giving a benediction. "Now keep still for the nurse." She had learned a lot this morning. Her action at gripping his hands would, she knew, pre-empt his involuntary but entirely natural reaction to the nurse suddenly stripping him bare.

The nurse reached forward. Deftly she took a firm grip of his shorts and swiftly pulled them down to his ankles.

"Ooh!"

The boy's gasp of shock was music to the nurse's ears. She spoke firmly. "Lift your foot please, Colin." Her hands were already grasping his left ankle as he lifted his foot in an almost automatic reaction. "And the other one please... there we are. Right stand with your legs well apart while I have a good look at you."

His initial reaction was to swiftly lower his hands. However the sudden increase in the firm pressure of Miss Webster's grip upon his fingers, stifled his sudden instinct.

"Come along one metre apart.... and keep those hands firmly upon your head."

The nurse sat back and looked up at him. "I am Nurse Neville. You will address me as Nurse and you will obey my instructions quickly and without hesitation. Do you understand me, Colin?"

Miss Webster saw the delayed blush creep up to his face as he slowly absorbed the fact that he was standing naked with his hands upon his head in front of a pretty and very young nurse - as well as his revered, beautiful and exquisite Pastoral Tutor. He suddenly felt a reluctant shiver of shame rush through his body. He felt stupefied... utterly embarrassed and nakedly vulnerable, as if somehow he had been turned to stone, petrified in place with dire and acute embarrassment.

To Colin, it just seemed so wrong. The nurse seemed to be no older than the girls in his class. He looked at her in astonishment. His eyes almost reluctantly capturing every detail.

Her body was slender and petite. Her nurse's uniform was a white tunic that seemed to be tailored, almost skin-tight to her body. The material was very fine and seemed to cling to her. Her, lightly tanned legs were bare from mid-thigh right down to the tips of her pretty toes. Upon her feet, she wore only a delicate white leather sole which, was held to the foot by slender straps. Intriguingly, the white leather straps seemed to snake sexily upwards, mesmerizingly intertwining themselves several times around each ankle before being halted by the neat bow which, was tied at the rear of each of her smoothly shaped calves.

Her face was pretty to the extreme. Her fair hair was pulled back neatly, showing the fine contour of her jaw-line. Her eyes had only a little mascara which, she barely needed to accent their beauty. Her nose was refined and petite and underneath, the pretty mouth was small with exquisite lips which, were amplified by pale pink lipstick. Her teeth which, showed white and perfectly shaped when she smiled, were firmly closed. Her pretty face was at the moment revealing her impatience.

The nurse looked past his blushing face and towards Miss Webster, who was standing at his side with the fingers of her left hand tightly gripping his.

The nurse spoke quite casually, almost bored in her delivery... but her meaning was quite clear to Miss Webster. "Would you be so kind as to remind this young man, that I have already asked him to place his feet one metre apart."

"Of course Nurse." She tightened her grip on his hands and quickly began to spank his bottom. She had no time to observe his look of pure shock, as she fiercely spanked his naked buttocks. "Smack... smack... smack," she spanked both cheeks, one after the other. She did not seem to be at all perturbed either in effort or emotion. She merely continued; smack... smack... smack... smack... her expression was quite implacable as she bent to her task.

She progressed her chastisement quite nonchalantly. She ignored the boy as he began to lift his legs in a fevered and reluctant response to evade the stinging slaps. One leg after the other in a child-like movement, lifting and twisting as if he were dancing. She spanked, and spanked, diligently chastising the tender and beautifully pliant cheeks of his bottom. The loud spanks followed each other incessantly. She deftly applied her hand to his bottom until both of his cheeks were painted a bright red. Eventually she stopped and surprisingly, her voice betrayed no evidence of any physical exertion whatsoever. She spoke quite softly to him with her lips very close to his ear.

"Now Colin, are you going to be good and pay attention to the nurse when she tells you to do something?" She let go of his hands and moved towards the nurse. She noted a tear running down his blushing cheek as she looked into his eyes. "Well Colin?"

His utter stupefaction and anguished humiliation welled-up inside him. Oh no, how could the unthinkable happen? Miss Webster had spanked him while he was naked. Shame-faced, he looked at his beautiful young Pastoral Tutor. His lips were quivering in deep emotion and utter shame as he answered her.

"Oh, Yes Miss. Please I am so very, very sorry." He could not believe that the very person that he had idolised for so long, the very person that he swooned over every time he saw her, could have spanked his bared bottom like a young child. Oh the shame, the utter shame of being spanked by the beautiful and sophisticated Miss Webster. How belittled and humiliated he felt... spanked while he was totally naked!

Jean looked at the young nurse, wryly observing her prurient enjoyment at the sight of the young boy being so thoroughly spanked. She turned her head to Colin and looked deep into his eyes before speaking softly to him.

"Alright Colin, Sweetie. Let us start over. Now listen to the nurse... and then do as she asks. I am so embarrassed by having had to spank your bare bottom. So please be good and behave like a big boy for me." She stroked her hand down his cheek, catching the wetness with her fingertips. "There, there poor baby, never mind your spanking is all over now. So listen to what the pretty nurse says to you. Do it for me, Sweetheart."

Colin was cocooned in shame... and yet she had called him sweetheart. Her soft voice and babying words had placed him in heaven - and yet his own humiliation and shame had placed him in purgatory. He looked at her, his eyes pleading, like a young child. "Please, oh please Miss, I promise I will be good."

Jean Webster looked at the nurse and smiled in satisfaction at how well she had handled the boy. Nurse Neville had felt a deep and satisfying thrill stab through her slender frame as she had watched the boy wriggling and dancing, his penis swinging wildly from side to side, as he was being comprehensively spanked to obedience by his beautiful young tutor.

The nurse spoke to him. She felt no guilt at her prurient interest in him, or that she was encouraging and inveigling the beautiful Miss Webster to be a co-conspirator to her delicious predilections. Beautiful fourteen-year-old boys are such a delight!

"Hands firmly on your head, legs wide apart and eyes looking straight ahead. Got it?"

The boy obeyed; his face betraying his anguish and shame as he spread his thighs. Eventually he managed to adopt the exact position that the young nurse had required of him. His body shivered in total humiliation. There was even a tinge of guilt in his shame at displaying himself so brazenly, even though he had been forced to do it with a deep reluctance.

Miss Webster stood beside the young nurse's chair. It was the first time that she was able to relax and examine the naked boy, who to his chagrin, was standing so rigidly and obediently in front of her. His legs were spread wide, slightly wider than a metre, and his hands were placed firmly upon the top of his head.

She pulled up a chair next to the nurse and adjusted her immaculate skirt. She wanted to show her pretty knees to best effect. She delighted in knowing that her hair and make-up were as impeccable as her crisp white blouse. Her stockings emphasized the innate beauty of her legs, and as she placed her dainty feet to the side, the tips of her slender high-heels glinted like stilettos in the strong lights of the hall. She knew that she looked perfectly groomed, and was totally cognizant of the demoralising effect that this would have upon the naked boy.

Inwardly she was thrilled. Of course it would be impossible for her not to have known that the young boy worshipped the ground she walked upon. He had been mooning over her for the past year. This poor boy, standing naked for inspection after having been spanked by the very object of his affection. How deliciously cruel!

At her leisure, Miss Webster examined every inch of his body. His flesh was smooth and flawless. She noted that his hairless chest was nicely contoured and descended to a firm abdomen and flat stomach. She also noticed that his nipples seemed to be unusually erect for a boy. Her eyes dropped so that she could minutely examine the intimate jewels, hanging freely between his firm and smoothly muscled thighs.

Her thoughts were awash with succulent anticipation. My, how lovely is the virgin genitalia of a fourteen-year-old boy. She noted each aspect of his shameful exposure. His pubis was almost hairless, just a singular fine line of two inches running up down to the root of his penis. Everywhere else was quite bereft of hair.

His penis was smooth and plump. It rested, almost peacefully, over the bulging sac of his testes. Probably five inches, she thought pragmatically. The head of the penis was nicely visible, but not quite to the corona. The neat line of the foreskin just covered the ridge. A perfect circumcision.

Oh the poor boy. What on earth is in store for you? How much better to be asked by the doctor to hold the plump testes of a young boy whose emotions run so high. Surely he will faint with embarrassment when the object of his naive dreams and desires is holding the two plump symbols of his boyhood in the palm of her hand. Miss Webster, was delighted as the boy quickly glanced towards her, his shame all too apparent. Well, she thought wickedly, compared to the other boys that I've examined and fondled today, you my boy, are going to be handled far more intimately.

How sumptuous and beautiful is the apparition of his pale genitalia. How delicious will the first touch be? To jiggle and fondle, to squeeze and manipulate, to play and arouse, to toy with both his flesh and his innermost emotions. What a feast for one's ultimate and wickedest proclivities; and how nice, that such pale virginal flesh is being displayed with so much shame and abject embarrassment. She looked at his face for confirmation. Tearful eyes and blushing cheeks that displayed every nuance of his anguished nakedness and humiliation. Oh my what utter mortification for a fourteen-year-old naked Adonis!

Nurse Neville arose from her chair and moved to her desk. She picked up her stethoscope from the surface and placed the earpieces around her neck. Nonchalantly she stood in front of the boy. "Chin up, I want to take your resting heartbeat."

Miss Webster felt a sudden frisson of delight at her words. What humiliating exercise would the slender young nurse choose for his elevated heartbeat? Jumping Jacks, running on the spot, sit-ups! What was in store for the poor naked young boy?

Colin stood in absolute terror as the nurse placed the delicate palm of her hand against his chest. Her slender fingertips and painted nails were touching his right nipple as she placed the cold metal diaphragm against his bare skin. Her pretty face was almost touching his blushing cheeks as she proceeded to move the shining metal over his left nipple. He shivered, feeling her uniform brush against the very tip of his penis. He had never been so close to a young girl before. Her left hand seemed to caress his nipple as she tilted her head so that her cheek rested against his.

"Right Colin, deep breaths, come along now. In... out... in... out."

Guilt swept across his face as he breathed deeply. Suddenly he felt his penis twitch. He knew the feeling intimately. His guilt was manifested in a deep sigh of despair as he felt his first stirring of sexual arousal.

"Deep breaths, there's a clever boy."

OH MY GOD, he thought in absolute panic. What if she see's me?

Nurse Neville knew exactly what was happening to the young boy. His nipples had already hardened into two overt nubs of erectile flesh. She moved her body from side to side in two deliberate and provocative movements, so subtle, that she was sure even Miss Webster could not have detected them. She could feel the front of her tunic rubbing delicately against his penis and knew that a full erection would not be far away.

Impudently she moved back and looked into his face. "Right Colin I will just have a little listen to your back. Stay exactly as you are."

Deliberately avoiding looking down, she moved to stand behind him. She knew that Miss Webster would now have a full view of the result of her cleverly contrived, stimulation.

"Deep breaths again please, Colin."

His deep breathing was punctuated by a gasp as he felt his penis begin to throb with arousal. He was aware of the weightiness of it, but dare not look down. Miss Webster caught his eye. She had that knowing and slightly sardonic look upon her exquisite face as she murmured encouragement to him.

"Well done, just do what the nurse tells you. My you are being good!"

Nurse Neville put down her stethoscope, leaving it around her neck as she looked down at the boy's reddened buttocks.

"Oh you poor thing... your bottom is still bright red." She smoothed her hand sensuously over his bare bottom cheeks, her fingers impudently slipping between the crevice. She felt him shiver with trepidation at her searching fingertips. Suddenly she slipped her hand in-between his cheeks and slid a delicate finger over his sphincter. She quickly followed with two more, pressing the soft pads firmly against his opening and applying a series movements that she knew would awaken him to the possibility of further intimate explorations of his body.

She left him and moved around his trembling body to rejoin Miss Webster.

The nurse faced him, but still did not look at his erecting penis. Instead she looked into his eyes and addressed him kindly. "Right Colin, tell me. Do you know how to do sit-ups, jumping-Jacks and running on the spot. You probably do them all in your Gym Class, don't you?"

Colin was so embarrassed he could hardly speak. As far as he was aware no one had yet looked down and seen his penis. He was sure by now that it must be almost erect. He dare not look at himself, for fear of drawing their attention to it.

He blushed as he answered. Not for a minute thinking of why she had asked him the question. His mind was entirely upon the shame of his burgeoning penis.

"Er yes... erm, Nurse, we do all three exercises... erm, sometimes for warm up."

"Oh good, well you can start with sit-ups. Now I want you to lie down on the floor and do twenty for me. Remember that the important thing is continuity, so as soon as you are finished with your sit-ups, jump up straight-away. Don't rest, get straight up, and start running on the spot until I tell you to stop. Then, go right in to your jumping Jacks. I want to really elevate your heartbeat. Right off you go, lie down facing me. Quickly now."

The nurse's words immediately quashed any hope of salvation from his guilt and shame. All they had to do was look at his groin and see the shameful evidence of his erection.

It was Miss Webster that suddenly burst his bubble. "Quickly now Colin, don't worry about your stiff little penis."

Miss Webster turned to the nurse. "Is it common for young boys of Colin's age to become erect? It seems to me that the this young boy seems to have absolutely no control over his little penis."

The nurse smiled, delighted that Miss Webster had chosen this particular direction to further humiliate the young boy. Calling it a little penis was a masterstroke of belittlement. The boy's penis had erected to a good eight inches. She could see that Miss Webster was equally impressed. She watched her turn her attention towards the embarrassed boy.

Jean was indeed impressed with the solid throbbing erection of the young boy. She moved to stand over him, watching as he crouched down.

"Come along stretch out flat, hands behind your neck. A full twenty please. Now hurry, or the nurse will be cross with you... and you know your little bottom is still quite red, don't you? Do you wish to embarrass me further by making me have to spank you over my knees?"

Colin immediately obeyed. Stretching his body flat against the floor with his hands clasped behind his neck. He raised his torso in a rapid movement until his forehead was almost touching his knees. He felt the stiff shaft of his penis rub and then press rigidly against his abdomen as he reached the completion of his first sit-up.

The nurse watched him avidly. She knew full well the embarrassing results that this exercise produced. She had had young boys perform it many times before. She wondered when Miss Webster would eventually realise what was actually happening to him with each sit-up.

It was about the tenth repetition that Miss Webster turned to the nurse and whispered softly in her ear. "Forced masturbation. Why you wicked little nurse!"

As Colin lay back ready for the next sit-up, Jean could see that his penis was jerking rapidly. The flesh was visibly throbbing and his bulging scrotum had pulled upwards between his straining thighs. His stomach was heaving and his face was a picture of utter blushing confusion and shame.

The Nurse saw the danger. Her voice clear and sharp. "That will do Colin. Quickly on your feet and start running on the spot. Hurry now." The nurse's crisp command seemed to galvanise the boy into action. They both watched as the boy jumped up and immediately began running on the spot. His penis was so stiff that it seemed to merely wobble and sway in the air. Making no contact at all with his thighs or his torso. The benefit, Miss Webster saw, was that his testicles hung lower with his concerted effort, thus averting his impending ejaculation.

The nurse whispered to Miss Webster. "Phew, narrow escape I think Jean."

She watched the boy for several minutes and then stopped him with a raised hand.

"That will do Colin. Hands on your head and legs spread. Quickly now." She put the stethoscope to her ears and immediately moved forward as the boy placed himself in exactly the same position that she had requested. His face was flushed with embarrassment and exertion. Nurse Neville placed the diaphragm against his chest and listened for a few moments before standing back.

"Miss Webster, will you take the tape measure from the desk and hold it for me while I get the clipboard. I need to take his body measurements. I need the measurement of his penis first while it is fully erect. Then I will take the rest of them if you will fill in the results. Hold the tape against his pubis and measure along the top of the shaft to the very tip."

The nurse watched the boy's look of astonishment and embarrassment as his beautiful tutor moved to stand in front of him.

Colin Could not believe what was about to happen to him. His delicate emotions could not cope with the nurse's pronouncement. Surely not! He could not help looking in to the beautiful face of his tutor. He felt an acute and undeniable shiver sweep through his body.

Never had he felt so much shame... or guilt. He knew that he looked at is if he was deliberately standing with his penis fully erect, as if he was presenting it for measurement. Nothing could have been further from the truth. The truth was that his reluctant erection was the most embarrassing thing that he could have ever imagined. He did not understand why he had become erect. He knew little of the clever psychology that the nurse and Miss Webster had used to ensure that his guilty manifestation would present itself so blatantly and successfully.

Delicately, Miss Webster placed the tip of the tape tightly against his pubis and stretched the tape along the shaft until she could hold it against the tip of the urethra. "Well done, Miss Webster. Can you give me the measurement?"

Jean could feel the boy tremble with emotion, his penis throbbing beneath her fingers and his body trembling in shame. She nonchalantly read off the measurement. "Eight and a half inches or twenty-one and, well just over a half, centimetres."

"Excellent. We will be using inches rather than centimetres."

Colin felt his eyes well-up. He could hardly countenance the shame he felt. It seemed like a bad dream. Miss Webster's delicate hand had touched his penis and casually measured it. The shame of it made him shiver.

They both seemed to ignore him as he stood nakedly displayed as he had been instructed. His hands were pressed tightly to his head and he stood with his legs, spread widely apart. His utter anguish and humiliation was centred on his penis which, was jutting forward and throbbing up and down for all the world to see.

He soon had their attention again. The Nurse had taken the tape measure and, with her body occasionally pressing against his, proceeded to measure every inch of his body, reading off the results for Miss Webster to transcribe. He shivered and shook as her slender body pressed against his, sometimes deliberately he thought.

Her delicate fingers seemed to touch him so intimately that he was constantly titillated and aroused. Her hands brushed against his thrusting penis and bulging scrotum incessantly while she measured the circumference of his thighs in three different places.

As she stood back, he thought that she had finished, only to have his hopes cruelly smashed. He quaked as he heard her words, his eyes darting frantically to Miss Webster as the embarrassing instruction was given.

"There that seems to be nearly everything apart from the inseam of the legs. I have to measure from the Perineum to the Talus which, is the juncture of the thighs to the ankle. Can you just leave the clipboard for a moment and stand to his side. I want you to hold his penis and testicles up and away from the juncture of his thighs, so that I can get an accurate measurement."

Miss Webster thrilled as she heard the instruction. She could almost feel the boy's fear and apprehension as she moved towards him. Here was her prize, those delicious bulging testes and that, oh so hard and beautiful throbbing penis.

Colin quaked and shivered as Miss Webster stood next to him. He dare not look at her. He held his head back to look upwards as he felt cool and gentle fingers carefully encase his scrotum. He gasped as suddenly those intimate and delicate fingers squeezed him gently.

He could feel the pressure of her palm underneath the scrotal sac as she pulled his testes forward and upwards. Then to his horror, her other hand suddenly wrapped around the shaft of his penis and squeezed the flesh firmly as she held it up against his stomach. He shivered and quaked in shame as she spoke softly to him as if he were a young child.

"There we are... nothing to fret about sweetie. Keep still like a good boy, while the nurse measures those little legs. I am not squeezing too hard... am I sweetie? I don't want to hurt your little testicles. I am just going to lift them up a little bit more so that the nurse can get the tape-measure in-between your legs. There is that alright, sweetie?"

Colin gasped as she squeezed and fondled his testes and his penis. Her hands were never still as she moved the flesh this way and that. He gasped out loud as she suddenly slid her hand down his penis as if she was milking him, retracting the foreskin until he knew by the intense sensation that he had been fully stripped back and was now comprehensively and shamefully exposed to her view.

He felt that he was about to expire with shame. Never had he thought that such humiliation was possible. He felt a tear run down his cheek. His lips began to quiver and tremble as she held him, conspicuously and prominently bared.

Miss Webster thrilled and thrilled as she examined the captive flesh in her hands. She held his foreskin, stretching it back tightly so that the glans was fully visible. The pale flesh throbbed in reluctant arousal and his body shivered in utter embarrassment. She ran her thumb over the tip of his urethra. One single stroke seemed to affect him as if he been electrocuted. He shook violently!

"Now sweetie," her voice warned, "keep still for the nurse." She ran her thumb over the tip once more. His intense shiver thrilled her so.

The nurse had taken her time with the measurements, allowing Jean to have her way with the boy. Eventually she stood up. She took his chin in her fingertips and made him lower his head to look at her. Her words shamed him.

"Well we are obviously not going to be able to take a urine sample while your penis is so stiff, you naughty boy. So will you bring him to the scales Miss Webster?" Jean was still holding his genitalia. Gently she let him go very gently and looked him in the eye. "Come along young man, let's get you weighed."

The nurse quickly cleared the last results while Miss Webster stood him on the appliance. "Now stand under the measure and we will get your height."

The Nurse looked over to the screens where the doctor conducted her part of the examinations and then spoke to Miss Webster.

"Would you like to go through and just check whether the doctor has finished with the last boy of the standard examinations. If she hasn't I don't think she will be long. I can finish up here. I only have his bloods and BP to do."

As Miss Webster walked through, she was surprised to see the last young boy lying upon the examination table. She wondered why as the doctor had not used the examination table for any of the other boys that morning. He had been the most immature of all the fourteen-year-old boys that the nurse had prepared for the doctor. Frankly Miss Webster was surprised that he was still here.

Doctor Patricia Robbins turned from the foot of the examination table. "Oh Miss Webster I am glad you have finished. Would you give me a hand? This young man is rather less developed as I am sure you noticed. I am going to get him to express some more ejaculate. He has never ejaculated, until a few moments ago. His semen was a little congealed, nothing for him to worry about of course. But I would like to make sure that he is clear now. So if you would put this on your right hand, we can get started. The jar of lubricant is on the table beside you."

Miss Webster looked at the boy as she gloved up her right hand and then lubricated the Latex fingers. The boy was laid, face upward, with his legs being spread widely by the stirrups. She noted that the table was fully automatic, etched and gleaming on the side plate was the name 'Elansa'. She looked further down the blushing boy's body. His groin was completely bereft of hair. His penis, which was of a reasonable length. Probably nearly six inches, she thought. The flesh was flaccid and lay resting on his testicles. She looked at his face which was absolutely bright red. He had tears in his eyes and looked very apprehensive.

The doctor continued. "I would like you to penetrate his sphincter with two fingers and then turn your hand upwards. If you would use the pads of your fingers to push gently against the prostate, please. I will tell you when to increase the pressure and speed." She moved around his spread legs and stood at his waist. "If you move forward in-between his thighs please Miss Webster we can begin."

Jean thrilled as she moved in-between the legs of the prostrated boy. She spoke to him softly. "Just relax sweetheart and we will just make sure you are functioning properly. Nothing to worry about, so just relax your little bottom for me. Miss Webster saw that she had the boy's undivided attention. He had a pretty and likeable face. His embarrassment was overwhelming him, but she could see that he was listening to her every word. She noticed that he had tried to lift his bottom, as if naively offering it to her. The gesture, thrilled her to the core.

"Here we go sweetheart." She pressed two fingers gently against the opening to his bottom. Surprisingly, both fingers slipped up into him with ease. My word, Doctor Robbins must have penetrated him very thoroughly to have facilitated such an easy entry! She heard him gasp, but of course that was to be expected. She turned her hand as she pushed up and felt the tell-tale walnut shape of his prostate.

"There we are Timothy, what a good boy you are. Now this may make you wriggle a little bit, but don't worry I will be so gentle with my baby boy."

Her words had a wonderful calming effect upon him. The Doctor looked at her and nodded in recognition. "I think it would be nicer for little Timmy if his pretty Pastoral Tutor were to be the one to hold his little penis for him."

The doctor saw the surprise on Miss Webster's face but nodded her head towards the boy. It was true, Timothy was gazing at his beautiful young tutor in absolute rapture. There was no question of it!

The doctor spoke softly to her. "You can see that I'm right. Just let me stiffen him up for you and then if you will take over. You will soon starting feeling the co-ordination between his penis and prostate."

The doctor nonchalantly grasped the young boys penis, immediately making him gasp with shock. Deftly she took the head of his penis between the finger and thumb of her left hand. She stroked her other hand down the shaft, drawing the foreskin tightly down to the base. She held the shaft upright, keeping the head fully exposed.

Miss Webster watched as the doctor flattened her free hand and applied the palm to the tip of the urethra. In a slow circular motion, she lightly rubbed the palm sensuously over the very tip. The sensation caused an immediate and violent reaction.

"Pleeeeese... nooo... oh." His whole body stiffened in sudden alarm. His plaintive cries drew her attention to the intense physical anguish of the timid young boy. Miss Webster felt a sudden and quite violent pulsing deep inside his bottom. The young boy gasped and cried out loud. "Ooohh,,,ssssss." Miss Webster could see that the doctor's ministrations were causing the young boy deep distress.

Callously, the doctor rotated her hand three more torturous times. The third time, the boy almost managed to raise his bottom from the bed, such was his distress and anguish. "Ooohh pleeeease nooo."

The doctor completely ignored his distress as she spoke to Miss Webster. "There we are all ready for you." She took her hands away from the boy to reveal his upright and firmly throbbing penis. "There we are Timothy, now that didn't take long at all did it!" She nodded for Miss Webster to proceed.

Jean Webster was in her element. She was determined to elicit the maximum sexual response from the young boy. She knew that her words and voice would play a big part in arousing his susceptible and naive boyhood. She also wanted to assess the physicality of the relationship between his prostate and his penis. She curled her fingers until the pads of her fingers were pressing against his plump prostate gland and then she began to quiver them against the sensitive gland as if they were a vibrator.

Whatever her instincts had told her, the results were entirely positive and immediate. He groaned in deep sensation even before she had the time to reach forward and quickly wrap her slender fingers around the firm shaft of his penis. She continued the quivering of her fingers and at the same time began milking his penis, each stroke, pulling the pale foreskin over the head while applying a firm pressure as it passed over the ridge of the corona.

"There we are sweetheart, promise to give me nice big sample now. Can you feel my fingers inside your little bottom? Just a little more pressure sweetheart, my fingers are deep inside you."

She managed to increase the speed of her quivering fingers and also the pressure, both at the same time. The effect was irresistible. "Is that what is making you wriggle so? There we are, sweet baby, you can't help yourself can you, let Miss Webster squeeze her little boy's penis and make him just wriggle and wiggle! Just a little more pressure in your bottom. Ooops... there we are. Now be a big brave boy and give me nice big sample.

"Ooo, oh Miss Webster, ooOOH."

The boy's voice was child-like with the acute sensation being applied to his penis and the thorough, overwhelming exploitation of the sensitive nerves within his bottom. It seemed that his virgin prostate gland could not withstand another moment of the intrusive vibration of her fingers deep inside him. He gasped and cried out. "hoo...oooOOH."

Without further warning he ejaculated violently. Semen shot explosively from his penis - and was immediately caught by the calculated and experienced hand of the young doctor - straight into her waiting test-tube. Pulse after pulse splattered against the glass.

Miss Webster was well pleased with herself. She had forcefully extracted an anguished emission of thick, fresh creamy semen from her young schoolboy. In essence, she thought. I have plundered the fruits from the loins of my fourteen-year-old pupil.

Blackness suddenly descended upon the boy with expulsion of his last anguished emission. "The poor boy, I think your expertise has overwhelmed him, Miss Webster." The doctor spoke kindly to Jean Webster. There was a touch of merriment in her voice.

"I am glad I asked you to do that, Miss Webster, I am thoroughly seized of the notion that Pastoral Tutors should have a greater and far more intimate physical knowledge of students within their charge. If you think about it. What is the greatest problem, facing fourteen year old boys? The answer of course, is puberty. So wouldn't it be a nice idea, if , in addition to your Pastoral Interview, you were to arrange additional interviews within the nurse's office so that, both you and she, could examine the student to assess their development and determine whether they have a problem - or may be susceptible to a problem in the future."

She ran her fingers down the young boy's chest. He did not move or murmur. "Take Timothy here. You can see how immature he is facially, and yet look at his genitalia." She gently took hold of his plump and still turgid penis. "You see, he has obviously reached puberty sexually, and yet the rest of his masculine development is lagging well behind." She cupped his scrotum in her hand. "Think about it Miss Webster, I could write a note to the headmistress suggesting the merits of such an interview." She smiled mischievously. "Just so that we could put it on a more official footing if you see what I mean."

She moved towards the boy's head and gently stroked his cheek as she continued her conversation. "Now to the present, I may make our NAG candidate express at least two samples. So I am pleased that you are on hand."

The boy moaned and showed signs of regaining his senses. "I could sense that you were feeling your way with Timothy, if you will pardon the pun. But you did very well and implanted a sense of bonding between you, and your student. As I have said, he is not yet mature, but he is already showing signs of good physical development. I think he might retain many of his pretty features too!"

She stroked his cheeks as he managed to open his eyes and look up to the young doctor.

Miss Webster and Doctor Robbins helped the young boy from the couch. Jean had discarded her glove and now had both of her hands gently stroking Timothy's blushing cheeks. "There we are Timothy, you look fine." She planted a tender kiss on his forehead and was rewarded with a look of pure love and supplication.

The nurse came through just as the boy was leaving. "Oh you have finished with him. I can take the dividing screens away now. Then I will replace the paper sheet on the examination table. I have left Colin to try and compose himself. He seems rather overwhelmed at the moment."

Miss Webster could not help looking at Patricia Robbins and give her a quizzical look. Patricia was already smiling at the nurse's words. Obviously knowing exactly what the emotional state of the young boy would be."

"Oh you do surprise me nurse." Yes we can certainly get rid of the dividing screens as we only have the two additional boys to process."

It was five minutes later that the doctor was standing in front of the trembling young Colin Zimmerman.

"Right Colin, let's get you examined. There is not much left to do, so chin up and we can get you finished up."

Miss Webster stood back and examined the young boy. Her eyes taking in every detail of his juvenile naked body. The only part she couldn't see was his genitalia, which was covered by his firmly clasped hands. His face had coloured back to the deep hue which, both the nurse and she had produced earlier from their own ministrations. She did not feel it her place to intervene unless asked. She watched as the doctor approached him.

To say that Colin had been left to compose himself might have been true. If the appearance of Doctor Patricia Robbins had not been such a shock for the young boy. Why in this world of equal opportunity, he might have thought that the doctor would naturally be male, he did not know. But for the doctor to be the young and extremely pretty young woman that now stood before him, had completely shocked him... and had certainly expunged any hope he had of controlling his emotions.

Patricia Robbins rarely dressed any differently when visiting schools. She was responsible for boys of private schools and academies across all of the state. Her experience had taught her that an authoritarian but demure look worked best. She had no false modesty as far as knowing that she was extremely good looking and she made sure that she put her face and figure to good use.

She was not overtly glamorous, instead she had the rare neat features and grooming that exuded an instant superiority. This did not put the opposite sex at their ease, far from it. In the case of young boys, her beauty was consummately intimidating.

Today she wore a dark blue silk blouse which, seemed to cling to the curves of her torso. Her breasts were firm and full, especially for her slender stature. Her navy skirt was made of an expensive Sea Island Cotton in a matching dark blue. The hem of the 'A line' came to just above her knees.

She wore stockings rather than pantyhose. Her firm thighs were ideal for the hold-up style and she enjoyed the freedom it gave her. She took immense pleasure in wearing French cut panties and had no intention of giving up her favourite lingerie, for the convenience of pantyhose.

Her shoes, perhaps might have seemed a little too delicate for business-wear, but she had never had any hesitation in choosing a delicate and slender shoe. The heels were tall and the entire effect of her outfit was most alluring. Her ensemble was topped by a pure white lab coat which, she wore fully open. It sometimes flared behind her as she walked quickly, but gave her the air of authority that she required. There was a name badge on the lab coat, but as the fine white cotton was worn completely openly, the badge was barely visible.

She wore fine wire glasses which, became ideal frames for the startling limpid green of her eyes. Miss Webster had been aware from the moment that she first met the young doctor, that the boys would be putty in her hands. Malleable and perfectly soft to mould as the young professional medic saw fit.

Miss Webster watched her weave her magic on the young Colin Zimmerman. What a contrast it was. A naked fourteen-year-old boy waiting to be examined by a beautiful, assertive and confident young female doctor.

Patricia had walked quickly as she approached the boy and had come to a standstill in front of him. She had observed his blushing face, a deep fusion of redness which, had already spread to his upper chest.

Her voice was smooth and firm as she called to the nurse. "Oh if you would please nurse bring the larger RT to the examination couch. This young man looks as though he might have a high temperature."

She turned back to the boy and beckoned him. "Come with me Colin and bend over the couch so that your chest is flat against the surface." She watched the boy hesitantly follow her instructions.

"No, not like that Colin, bring your arms up and lay your head on them." She hesitated until the boy obeyed.

"Now spread your legs wide and stay still." She looked as the boy struggled shuffling his feet.

"No, no... not like that, wide apart. Come along now. There, that's better. Now keep perfectly still while I take your temperature. You look as if you might be going down with something."

Whatever had gone before, paled in comparison to what he now realised was going to happen to him. The young doctor had unnerved him completely. He felt so belittled and humiliated. She was going to take his temperature like one would do to a child. She would see his most embarrassing parts. She would surely be looking at him between his legs.
She would see his penis and his testicles from in-between his legs!!!

Colin was conscious of his particular hate of having his rectal temperature taken. He remembered when he was nine years old and his mother had looked at his face, felt his forehead and sent him to bed. She had come up to his room a little while later with his older sister, who was twelve. His mother had sent Rachael to prepare the thermometer, while she made him turn over on his tummy. She had casually pulled down the bed covers, quickly following with his pyjama bottoms which, she pulled down and off his feet leaving him naked apart from his tee-shirt.

When Rachael had returned, his mother had instructed her to lubricate his bottom with her finger and then grease the thermometer and insert it. He could not believe how deeply his sister had penetrated him before withdrawing her finger and inserting the thermometer which, she left inside him for five minutes. She had taken it out and read it to his mother.

His mother's instructions to his sister had shamed him as she announced that she had to be at work and so Rachael would look after him. She instructed Rachael to repeat the procedure every hour and ring her if his temperature became more elevated. On several of the occasions Rachel had come and pulled back the covers and had removed his pyjamas’ while he was laid on his back, completely exposing his nine-year-old penis and testicles.

Eventually, she had made him leave the bottom's off altogether. She told him to now to present himself lying on his back when she was ready to take his temperature. Then he was instructed to hold his legs with his arms wrapped around the backs of his knees and pull them tightly to his chest. Colin had nearly died of shame every time she made him do it.

Once he was in position with his knees pressed to his chest, she would push her lubricated finger up into his bottom as abruptly as she could. Each time she became bolder, adding a second finger and pushing further than before, until both her fingers were buried up to the very hilt. The worst thing was that she would grasp his penis and testicles and hold them up out of the way. He was sure that she had deliberately touched him in such a way as to ensure that she made his penis become fully erect while she penetrated him. This was repeated every hour. The whole procedure had gone on for two days and Colin had never forgotten that experience of five years ago.

That was the year that Rachael had gained entrance to the academy. The following year Colin was put forward by his mother and was tested in a national competition for places. To his mother's pride and delight, he beat every entrant. His mother boasted of his achievement but his sister had let him know that the last thing she needed was a little brother at school with her. "How cool is that... NOT." She would say. This year after they had made her a prefect she had seemed to have adopted a little more pleasant attitude.

Now, his worst memory was happening again, but in far more embarrassing circumstances.

Miss Webster observed the boy's dismay. His face which, was turned towards her, showed his complete embarrassment and apprehension.

The doctor quickly slipped on a Latex glove and waited as the nurse held out a jar of lubricant. "Now keep still Colin, you are, I believe, in a perfect position for Miss Webster to smack your bottom if you don't behave. Now just relax while I lubricate you."

The doctor was deft and practiced. Miss Webster heard the boy grunt loudly, and was surprised to see that Doctor Robbins had immediately penetrated the tight ring of his sphincter. The boy began to move his hips with the sensation of it, when Miss Webster stepped forward smartly and delivered a loud smack to the boys bared right buttock.

Colin felt a further blush of humiliation. The doctor's fingers had entered his bottom so suddenly and with such nonchalance, that he felt humiliated beyond belief. The feeling of her fingers slipping so quickly into his bottom was a feeling like no other. How could she? And to top it all Miss Webster had smacked his bottom in front of the pretty young doctor. Colin wanted to squirm and twist, but dare not make a move. Here he was, bent over the examination couch, with the doctor's fingers buried up to the hilt inside his bottom. He felt utterly invaded and violated. It was if no part of him was private or sacrosanct.

"Now keep still Colin." Miss Webster could not contain her surprise as the Nurse opened a leather bound box and extracted a chromium and glass thermometer. The bulbous end must have been at least, one and a half inches in diameter. The nurse quickly lubricated the bowl. Her hand smoothing around it lovingly as if it were a penis.

The doctor withdrew her fingers. Miss Webster had no idea how many fingers she had used to penetrate the young boy. But she must have been satisfied that he had been stretched wide enough to accommodate the huge thermometer. The doctor quickly grasped the device and pressed it firmly against his sphincter.

"Oooohh... umph." The boy's protestation was ignored as Miss Webster saw the thermometer slide up into his anus.

"There we are Colin!" Now I am going to leave that inside you for a few minutes to see what is the matter with you." She let go of the thermometer and reached between his legs, quickly clasping his bulging scrotum in the palm of her hand. "Tell me if you feel any pain in your penis or your testicles will you Colin." She forced her other hand between his legs and grasped his penis. "Some boys often feel a sensation here. It is nothing to worry about so just relax until we can get a reading."

Colin had had nothing but the embarrassing memory of his sister's intrusive impalement of his bottom, to prepare him for this. His bottom felt stretched and full. It seemed to have affected his penis and testicles too. He had felt his penis throb as the doctor had perfunctorily grasped it without any warning. This moment seemed to be a revelation to the young boy. He now knew that she could do with him exactly what she desired. He had no choice available to him. He had to accept it... no matter what!

She patted his bottom and rejoined the nurse and Miss Webster. She smiled, nodding towards the boy. "I will give him five minutes. As the thermometer is large, it sometimes takes a time, however it is very accurate. Far better than the electronic ones. Some of the sensors they use these days, vary quite a few degrees from each other."

Colin closed his eyes with the shame of it all. He felt the huge intrusion in his bottom. He had no idea why, but the sensation of the pressure within his bottom seemed to be stimulating his penis. He could feel his penis expand and begin to throb - and with each throb the shaft seemed to be erecting entirely against his will. He knew, as soon he felt a hand stroke over his upturned bottom and the voice of the doctor, that his penis had become fully erect. He felt his lips begin to quiver in shame.

"Come along Colin. Relax your bottom while I remove the thermometer."

He had no time to do anything as suddenly, his sphincter was stretched wide and the thermometer was removed. He presumed it was the doctor patting his bottom as she instructed him to stand upright.

She did not wait for him to turn, but merely took his arm and turned him to face the nurse and Miss Webster. Before he could cover his modesty, the doctor spoke firmly to him.

"Right Colin, hands upon your head and legs wide apart. I want to check you for a hernia."

She watched the boy blush. Her words seemed to have the boy almost in tears as she spoke nonchalantly to Miss Webster.

"Will you keep an eye on him please. If he hesitates to obey me, I would like you to give him a sound spanking. Would you do that for me please Miss Webster?"

She sat on her chair, obviously not expecting a reply from Miss Webster. She looked up at him and then let her gaze drop so that she was looking directly at his penis and testicles. "Right Colin wider please and keep those hands where they are, on top of your head. Do you understand me?" She turned her attention to Jean, who was now standing to the side of the boy after the doctor's request.

"Don't you find it strange Miss Webster, how little boys seem to have no control over their little penises." Miss Webster smiled at the doctor. "Perhaps it is just that they are in the process of growing up." She moved around to stand next to the doctor and looked at the young boy, making sure that she had his full attention.

"I had meant to ask you, Colin, at your next interview with me, but I will ask you now instead. Have you ever played your penis, Colin? Do you make it go stiff and perhaps spurt into your bed clothes? I have been meaning to ask Matron if she has noticed any signs of emissions on your bed sheets.

Colin looked mortified... and Miss Webster noticed he also looked guilty. "Well Colin, be truthful with me. The doctor will be able to tell me soon enough, so it is no good telling fibs. Do you play with your penis Colin...do you masturbate?"

Collin just wished there was a hole in the floor, in which he could fall into. He had never been so embarrassed or had so much female attention focussed upon him. He looked anxiously around. Both the nurse and the doctor were looking at him. Both of them seemed to have a knowing look. His lips trembled and there was a tear in his eye as he answered.

Erm... Yes Miss Webster. I really am sorry."

Miss Webster felt sorry for him too, but felt she still had to ask the question. "When do you do it, Colin.?"

"Oh Miss, erm at night."

"Well what do you do with your emission. Do you let it go on the sheets? And how often do you do it?"

"Oh Miss I have only done it five times, and the first time it went on the sheets, after that I used some tissues."

Well five times, seems a lot Colin. How many times a week do you play with your penis?"

"It's been twice a week, ah for two weeks since I found out, ah, what happens Miss. I am sorry Miss."

"Well Colin, you are in serious trouble. You must have realised how naughty you have been. I shall have to punish you of course, but there is also the serious matter of your genital health."

"The doctor has suggested that any boy caught masturbating should, after his punishment of course, come and see me for a special interview. There are a lot of serious problems that can occur when left to your own devices. You are never to do it again. You are to desist totally. I will make urgent arrangements for you to come and see me. I assure you Colin, it is a very real problem.

Colin just managed a reply such was his absolute shame. "Yes Miss Webster."

Colin was in the depths of embarrassment and despair. The nurse looked at him and now the doctor's face was looking very stern. She spoke to him firmly. "You have been very naughty Colin. Masturbation can cause your penis to mal-form. Do you understand, under no circumstance are you to ever do that again. Do you understand me?"

"I promise Doctor, I am very sorry."

"Well I am sure that Miss Webster will not tolerate self abuse and I am quite sure that you will be punished for it. But I must tell you that it is harmful and you must be put under Miss Webster's control. Do you understand me?"

Colin was almost at the end of his tether. He could not believe that he had admitted to masturbating. It was the end of any self-esteem he might have had. Shame upon shame seemed to have been heaped on him. He could not even contemplate trying to assuage the guilt of his most secret clandestine activity.

"Right let me complete the hernia check and examine your penis and then the nurse can get you in the stirrups for your urological check."

Miss Webster looked at Colin and then at the Doctor. I think Doctor Robbins, that I had better deal with the boy here and now. Would you excuse me please. I am just going to use the internal phone on the wall over there. Please carry on with your checks.

Miss Webster walked to the end wall, giving Colin a severe look on the way.

The doctor placed her hand, palm-up, between his legs and raised her arm. She ignored his shiver of embarrassment as she took his bulging scrotum into her cool hand. Her fingers grasped him firmly as she instructed him.

"Cough please."

Miss Webster, after talking for several minutes on the phone, returned in time to see the doctor asking him to repeat the cough for the tenth time. The doctor still seemed dissatisfied with Colin's awkward performance of a cough.

In fact she had merely procrastinated until Miss Webster returned. She really wanted her to witness the examination of the boy's penis. It would coincide with what she had in mind to subjugate the and let Miss Webster see the problems associated with pubescent boys.

I am going to ask you again Colin, I want a very firm cough. Now let's try again shall we!"

"Cough, cough." She squeezed his testicles firmly for the last time and finally let him go.

Suddenly behind them, the door to the top half of the gymnasium opened. This was the door they had been using to exit the pupils that had been examined and were going back to their classrooms.

Colin heard the door and dainty footsteps approach. He was just about to look around anxiously, to see who had entered. "Eyes front please." The doctor firmly admonished the naked young boy. "You will stay as you are, young man. I think you are in enough trouble already."

The doctor took a firm hold of his erect penis and without a moment's hesitation retracted the foreskin. Her fingers slid deftly down the shaft baring the sensitive head. Colin shivered as he was skinned back totally. The Nurse quickly stood to his side and placed her hands on top of his, in the same manner that Miss Webster had demonstrated earlier. She held him firmly as Colin became aware of who the visitor was.

"Why thank you, Francis. She looked down smiling at the young girl who handed her the paddle."

Colin could not believe it. It was Francis, Richard's younger sister. What on earth was she doing here, while he was being so embarrassingly examined by the young doctor.
No, No, This can't happen. My God! She is only thirteen. This should not be happening!

The young girl spoke. Her innocent voice sending waves of shame rushing through the naked boy's body.

"Are you going to punish him Miss Webster?"

"I am afraid so Francis, he has been a very naughty boy." Miss Webster did not object when the young thirteen-year-old girl, moved further forward and looked at the young doctor holding Colin Zimmerman's penis in her hand.

Francis was thrilled to be there. She could see that his foreskin was pulled back and that the head was bared fully. She looked at his blushing face and trembling lips. She could see that she had his full attention. His look of immediate recognition changed quickly to shame and guilt. Francis, quite deliberately lowered her eyes back to his genitalia. She carefully examined the exposed Glans-Penis, carefully noting how tightly the doctor was retracting his prepuce.

"I bet it's for playing with his penis." The girl's innocent statement shamed Colin to the core.

The doctor looked up. "Why do you say that, girl?"
"Well doctor. My brother told me that Colin Zimmerman has started playing with his penis. Because he asked my brother if he did it... and he doesn't; play with his penis, I mean." The doctor looked at the girl again. "Who is your brother?"

Miss Webster interjected. "Oh, Doctor Robbins, this is Francis Chambers, she is Richard's, sister. He is the boy you are examining for the NDP exam."

The doctor's eyes, closely looked the pretty girl's body up and down. She could see immediately that the girl was quite beautiful. Her blonde hair hung over her shoulders and her face was so neatly featured that she had no doubt that her brother would be similarly superior in body and face.

Colin could not believe this conversation was going on while he stood naked in front of the young girl. Oh the shame! She had looked at him while he was standing naked with his penis fully exposed. He could not believe that they would allow it. Francis, his best friend's little sister, she was only thirteen-years-old and he was being forced to stand there naked in front of her. He looked down at the doctors hand. It was holding the erect shaft of his penis tightly. Even more shamefully, the skin was pulled right back and the head was entirely exposed.

"I sometimes wish Richard would play with his penis, erm... well masturbate it." The girl's statement took Miss Webster and the Doctor completely by complete surprise. Her voice was so innocent and the subject matter hardly seemed appropriate for one so young.

Miss Webster was going to ask her to elucidate, but the doctor spoke first. "Why do you say that Francis?"

"Well I know Richard gets stiff. I mean his penis gets stiff. So I looked it all up... everything I could find out about boys and their 'Peenies.'" Patricia had to smile at the childish term, but felt absolutely enthralled and intrigued to ask more. "Tell me Francis, what do you mean, that you wish Richard masturbated. You know what that is do you?"

The girl looked directly at Colin's throbbing erection. "Oh yes Miss. Richard is very shy and would never do anything like masturbate. But he is very bright, well everyone here is. But sometimes I can tell that he has an erection and it puts him off his work. I know it is not good for a boy to masturbate because it can affect the shape of his penis. It makes them bent and all sorts of different shapes. I looked them all up. Penile Hypospadias was the worst one, but I know them all. I read that there are all sorts of other shapes and curves which are caused from boys playing with their peenies, when they have been doing it wrongly."

Well you have the right word for one of them, Francis. But why did you look them up?

Well I wanted to know how to exercise a boy's penis, so that I could offer to do it to Richard's penis, properly. I mean, I know it sounds odd, but it needs doing. I mean look at Colin's penis, I can see that it is red behind his prepuce. He obviously doesn't know how to do it properly like I do. He doesn't even use cream by the look of it, no wonder he is sore! It says in one of the texts, I read, that boys don't even know about their prostate glands or any of the erogenous zones of the male genitalia."

The doctor kept a straight face at the forthright way that she had looked and commented about Colin Zimmerman's penis. Patricia could not help looking at Miss Webster, who was as equally intrigued by the thirteen-year-old as she was.

"I know that I would never let myself break the school rules, or let Richard break them either, not that he ever would, he is such a goody, goody. So I was going to go and see the headmistress and tell her... about Richard's penis problem. I mean he is really bright, and it would not be right for his work to suffer over such a little thing. I know exactly what to do to him to force him to spurt his stuff. I mean, you know, milk him so that I empty his semen and his sperm. He would not be able to resist the sensation. I know every erogenous zone in a boy's penis, and lots more of the other ones around the genitals. I know all about the nerves in boy's bottoms too! I have studied them all."

"Just one more thing, Francis. You say you were going to see the headmistress. What were you going to say?"

The doctor, the nurse and Miss Webster, were all dying to hear what the pretty young girl's answer would be.

"Well Doctor, I was just going to tell her about him trying to hide how stiff his peenie gets in the classroom, and ask her."

"What exactly, were you going to ask her?" Doctor Robbins was not going to let her stop her story just yet.

"Well, I was going to suggest that she let's me exercise and milk his penis for him, erm... in the mornings so that he can concentrate on his work. I can also continue and do it to him in the vacations as well, as we only have an Aunt at home. We lost our parents when we were young. So our Aunt has looked after us since we were little. I know our Aunt would understand straight away, she is very practical. Or alternatively, if perhaps the headmistress would instruct Miss Summers, the school nurse to do it to him while he is at school - and I would do it to him when we were at home."

The doctor was amused at the girl's innocent reply. She was almost satisfied but not quite. She decided to take a renewed grip on Colin's penis, just to embarrass the boy further.

"Oooo..oH." His reaction was predictable as Patricia bared the head to an even greater extent. The girl's innocent idea about masturbating boys had obviously aroused him even further. His penis throbbed quite dramatically as she displayed even more of the head.

"Francis dear, you mentioned the boy's prostate gland. What did you mean about boys not understanding its function? Oh and how would you know if you were masturbating him too much... or too little.

"Well I read that the most efficient way to get a lot of semen, is to massage the prostate gland as well as the penis. And I would know from the amount of semen, I mean if the quantity went down or up, whether I needed to milk his peenie to make him spurt more times, or less."

"Yes Francis, your idea is certainly not without merit."

"Well I was going to ask the headmistress to order Richard to acquiesce to being milked by me. He can be stubborn."

Francis had one more thing to say before she stepped back to Miss Webster's side. She turned and looked at Colin and stepped forward towards him. Her pretty blonde hair swished across her shoulders and settled as she looked him in the eye. She saw him blush profusely, but ignored his embarrassment.

"Honestly Colin, you are such a total dweeb, doing it yourself! Look what you have done to it already. How stupid to play with such a nice penis, when you don't know what you are doing. I mean look at it. You were probably far too rough and, I bet you did it without any cream at all. Just fap, fap, fapping like a total perve. You deserve the paddle for being such an idiot!"

She said it so innocently that the doctor and the nurse could hardly keep their faces straight.

She stood back at Miss Webster's side. "If you are going to paddle him now, Miss. Shall I wait while you do it to him, and then take the paddle back to your office when you have spanked his bottom with it?"

Miss Webster, was just going to tell the girl to go back now, but instead she looked across at Doctor Patricia Robbins, who's shrugged, more or less telling her that the girl could stay, if it was alright by her.

"Yes Francis, you can stay while Colin has his paddling. It will embarrass him knowing that you are bound to tell all the girls that he was paddled, bare bottomed and over my knees for playing with his penis. I also think that he will be more aware of his shameful experience, especially if he knows that you are here watching him while he is spanked. It will be a far more salutary lesson for him!"

The pretty doctor spoke to the trembling young boy. "Well Colin it seems that even your friend's little sister has the same diagnosis as I do. Your penis is sore under the prepuce, that's your foreskin by the way, because you have been tugging the skin up and down, without cream and probably far to roughly. Had you continued in the same manner, you would have also found that your penis would have become distorted, over time."

She turned to Jean. "Miss Webster. Are you ready?"

Miss Webster, certainly was. She held the paddle upwards as she gestured for the nurse to help her with Colin. He was already near to tears as Miss Webster took a chair and seated herself comfortably. "Come along boy, over my knees now." She saw the doctor quickly flip a towel towards her, covering her skirt, just as the boy was bending forward. Miss Webster smiled in gratitude as the boy reluctantly prepared himself to be tipped over her knees.

Colin was nearly crying as Miss Webster, with the help of the nurse, got him well positioned over her pretty knees. She slipped her free hand beneath him and adjusted his throbbing erection so that it was trapped in the towel against her thighs.

She laid the paddle on the small of his back and stroked her right hand over his trembling buttocks. Impudently she pulled the flesh of his cheeks apart, chastising him verbally as she slipped the whole of her hand between the cheeks of his bottom. "Come along Colin, no cheating now, relax those cheeks."

She spent several moments, enjoying the luxury of having a beautiful young boy over her knees, ready to be spanked. Her fingers deliciously toyed with the cheeks of his bottom until she could prolong it no longer.

She picked up the paddle and raised it. She did not want to hurt the young boy, as she was sure that he would already remember it for the rest of his life. She added to his shame by speaking to Francis.

"Francis, why don't you come and hold his head. You will be able to see everything and you might give him a little comfort while I redden his little bottom."

Francis, could not believe her luck. She came around to the front of Miss Webster and scooted down onto her knees. She took the blushing and tearful boy's head in her hands and made him face towards her. She wiped some of the tears from his cheeks.

Francis spoke to him, her voice innocently pouring more shame upon him. "Poor Colin, you have been such a silly boy. Fancy playing with your own little peenie. I would have done it for you far more nicely, and I would have arranged it properly with all the proper creams and my finger right up inside your bottom. And it would have been official! Now look at you! Having your bare bottom paddled by Miss Webster. I know you really like her. All the girls know that you worship her! Aren't boys silly getting into trouble for no good reason!"

Colin was in turmoil, completely weighed down with the heap of shame, and yet he could not deny that the thought of Francis playing with his penis had excited him. And, what did she mean by having her finger right up inside his bottom. What on earth would that feel like. Then suddenly he remembered the thermometer and how peculiar his penis had felt, as if the inside of his bottom and his penis were connected.

Everyone watched avidly as Miss Webster proceeded to punish the boy. The first stroke came down intentionally hard, so that the boy would think that all the strokes would be as severe. It was a trick Miss Webster had learned over her two years of teaching.

"Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack..." The spanking was good and sound, but brought far more humiliation than pain. Colin was firmly ensconced in his own, tightly fitting cocoon of utter shame. How could it have happened that the beautiful Miss Webster had taken him over her knees and was spanking his bottom with her paddle.
He could not distance himself from his shameful predicament as he was constantly being reminded, by the paddle and the humiliating words of the young girl.

Miss Webster spoke, her voice steady and completely detached from the movement of her arm. "I hope you are not trying to clench the cheeks of your bottom Colin. I shall continue until you are most thoroughly chastised. It is supposed to hurt Colin. That is to ensure that you remember to be good in the future."

Miss Webster's words hurt him just as cruelly as the paddle. The wooden implement of chastisement descended in a constant and painful shaming.

Francis looked into his tearful eyes. "Why don't you try and present your bottom to Miss Webster, so that she knows you are really sorry. Try and raise it to her paddle. She is only doing this to your silly bare bottom, because she wants you to grow up to be a good boy." Francis stroked her hand over his cheek, gently wiping away his tears.

The nurse was absolutely intrigued with the boy's paddling. She looked closer after she heard the young girl speak to the boy. She was amazed to see him earnestly trying to lift his bottom upwards.

Miss Webster saw the boy's movement too, immediately feeling a thrill run up her spine as she felt him raise his bottom. It was as if he was actually presenting his bottom to her. His buttocks seemed to part slightly as he strained to please her.

Miss Webster's voice was soft and caring as she spoke. "My you are a good boy Colin. I promise it won't be long now. So take my punishment, you know I am doing it to make you into an obedient young boy."

She stoked her other hand over his back in a loving gesture, while never faltering from the steady cadence of her paddle, incessantly spanking the raised cheeks of the boy's tender bottom.

Patricia Robbins could see her young nurse's avid interest in the boy's spanking. Well, well she thought, I learn something new every day. I think there may be a few young patients getting reddened bottoms from now on.

It was really Francis that brought the boy's spanking to a halt. Her comforting words were heard by all. "Oh at last Colin, you are really crying now. Good boy. I am sure that Miss Webster is grateful to you for raising your bottom and embracing her punishment. I bet you never get yourself in trouble again!"

*

Within the confines of the Headmistress's well appointed office, Miss Hartman welcomed the young girl as she closed the door behind her. "Hello Francis, before you talk to me, can I tell you that the Doctor has been on the telephone to me and is coming up to my office right now. She has told me something of what you are going to discuss with me, so perhaps we should wait until she get's here."

The Principal looked over her desk to the single chair which, was placed in front of her desk.

"Would you be so kind as to bring another chair up and then take a seat, Francis."

Miss Hartman was thirty-five-years-old. She was beautiful, in the classical sense, Having clearly defined patrician features. Her hair was tied back from her high forehead into a practical chignon. Her graceful neck descended into a fine cotton open collar. The white blouse, was smart and tightly tailored to the contours of her full breasts and narrow waist.

Her hands which, now rested upon the surface of her desk, were slender and finely boned. Her fingers were long, with fingernails polished but not coloured. Her hips were in exquisite proportion to her torso and her firm thighs and small feet, were exact to the precept of classic beauty. She was without doubt, a delicately formed female of the highest order.

She ruled the Academy beautifully, accepting only those that were highly gifted academically, and who possessed some social skills and physical co-ordination. Miss Hartman had realised at an early age that being attractive and gifted, certainly ensured a quick ascent to the highest echelons of life. This objective was the prime aim of the academy.

The Principal's private secretary knocked once and then opened the door for Doctor Patricia Robbins. Miss Victoria Hartman, stood up behind her desk and leaned across to shake the young doctor's hand.

"I am pleased to meet you Dr. Robbins. I have listened to what you had to say with interest. I have not talked with Francis here. But I am seized with her outspoken initiative. Please take a seat and we can both listen to what Francis has to say."

Dr. Robbins spoke. "I agree Miss Hartman. I am impressed with Francis and think that the way she would like to help her brother, could be extended to pre and post pubescent students. So it is best if we both listen to her thoughts and views."

Not once were either women condescending towards the young girl. Doctor Robbins immediately realised that the young principal was well used to the idea of conversing with young and immature girls and boys whose mental capacity and intelligence quotient was already at an unusually high academic level. Still young, but with an accelerated capacity for learning.

The young girl took her cue immediately. She spoke clearly. "Thank you." Metaphorically at that moment, Francis took the floor. "I have been worried about Richard for some time. He is physically capable of an ejaculation. He doesn't do it, because, boys aren't allowed to... and he would be too timid anyway. It is affecting his work, you probably wouldn't notice because he is so bright, but I have. His penis gets stiff quite often and that embarrasses him and takes his mind off his work. I imagine that when all boys start thinking about sex, it takes their focus away."

Francis licked her lips and continued. "I want the school to allow me to... erm... attend to his penis and make him ejaculate every day. I think it would be best to do it in the morning, so that he is not thinking about it when he is in the classroom. Richard is ultra shy, he will even blush if one of my girl friends say's hello to him. So I want him to be made to obey me while I do it to him. A compulsory milking and ejaculation!"

Her young thirteen-year-old body squirmed in her chair as she plucked up the nerve to carry on and eventually ask for her next request.

"I have read everything. All the old stuff like Havelock Ellis and Sigmund Freud. As well as those really old and quite prurient, Kinsey Reports - and all the other stuff of that period. But the new texts of, well like, 'The science of ejaculation in newly pubescent males', and all the new books and papers on the psychology and physiology of young boys, all bears out the need for less clandestine and more controlled ejaculation for boys like Richard. So I would like the school to allow me, his sister, to make him ejaculate every day... even twice or three times if he needs it."

She wet her lips again. Her bare, perfectly shaped legs, were showing almost to her panties, as she squirmed around in her chair.

"I had better ask you now as there isn't much time." They both looked at her quizzically. I want to make Colin Zimmerman ejaculate, While the Doctor is here so that she can see if I am doing it correctly. It would be ideal for me... to see if my theoretical knowledge will work physically... and I want to be really proficient when I do it to Richard's peenie."

Miss Hartman looked across at Doctor Robbins. Doctor Robbins spoke confidently. "I agree with what Francis has said. Even if we were talking about ordinary children. Not gifted ones I mean. I think it essential. Why should boys feel guilty and do the wicked deed clandestinely and furtively... often causing actual harm to the penis. It is a medical necessity and 'milking' the boys, as Francis aptly describes it, would be an ideal medical treatment. Therefore, In my view; a controlled extraction of seminal fluid would be ultimately acceptable. As long of course, that the newspapers do not get to hear about it!"

Miss Hartman smiled. "That is one thing that can't happen. Parents or guardians have already signed confidentiality clauses, because of the long hours of work that we do here. But our children are far too academically mature to let some sleazy reporter make scandalous capital of this academy."

She continued, smiling at Dr. Robbins and Francis in turn.

"I have decided! Pay attention Francis, this won't be in any rule book. So remember, these are the rules.

Any girl may take authority to masturbate any boy. If: The boy is deemed by me... or any teacher to be fixated on sexual matters rather than work.

That she guarantees to take total responsibility for his entire tenure here.

That the procedure is not used for the blackmail or the teasing of a boy.

That the boy remain immobile. That is to say, either physically restrained or acquiescently immobile during the procedure.

That the girl remains fully dressed and unmolested.

That the girl is accompanied by one other girl of her choosing. This is purely for safety, by the way.

That the academy nurse or a prefect, in addition to the two girl students, monitors the procedure for the first ejaculation and then every sixth ejaculation. The girl will responsible for giving notice to the nurse or prefect, of her impending duty."

Miss Hartman looked at Doctor Robbins. "Have I covered it?" Doctor Robbins smiled. "It seems you have taken care of everything. I think it will make a difference... a real difference to your boys... and one for the better."

Miss Webster looked at the thirteen-year-old girl. "What do you say Francis?"

Francis looked at her head mistress. "That sounds to be right. I think you will find that the girls do not have a problem with the boys wanting to request a 'quick feel 'or that sort of thing.
They will be far too embarrassed knowing that the extraction is compulsory.
Our boys are far more sensitive and timid than boys in state schools, thank goodness; we have got a very decent bunch of male students. Can I ask one more... well favour really. My hands are small and according to my repeated reading of anatomy books. I can penetrate a boy's bottom to reach the prostate, but I won't be able to massage it without getting my whole hand up.

So can I use a vibrator? I have researched a bullet shaped device which, can vibrate and shock a prostate. It was recommended, no, excuse me, mentioned, in one of the texts that I have read, and it gets over the problem of me being so small."

Doctor Robbins spoke. "Excellent a problem solved. If the nation were not so uptight about all things sexual, we would have all come to this conclusion years ago. Francis, you don't have to worry about your hand being small. You will be able to use four fingers quite easily and it will give you plenty of reach. It will also let the boy know that you have complete control. After you have used your fingers, you can use a prostate stimulator. The boy will then realise that you are using a device by choice."

Doctor Robbins stood up. "Miss Hartman, I have left Miss Webster with Colin Zimmerman. May I take Francis back down with me, so that she can put her theory into practice?"

Miss Hartman smiled. "Yes you may, but first I want to ask Francis a question. Francis, what if there was someone else here at school that would attend to Richard's needs? I understand that she is very skilled and thorough. Would you be happy with that?"
Francis looked at the headmistress and smiled. "Yes I would." She paused and then smiled brightly. "Can I ask who it would be?"

Miss Hartman held up her hand. "First Francis, I must ask you another question. Would you be willing to attend to Colin Zimmerman. That is every morning, just like you wanted to do to Richard? He is a nice boy and well worth someone's efforts in keeping him on the straight and narrow."

Francis thought for a couple of seconds and then spoke firmly and seriously. "Yes Miss Hartman, I would. I like him and think he is a very nice boy... and nearly as shy as Richard. He is quite mortified at what he has done. But I bet he went through agonies of indecision before he even attempted it. But like an addictive drug, he would have continued... so this intervention is the best thing that could happen to him"

"Well then Francis you will be well practiced for the next vacation at home. I thought you wanted to know who I had in mind for Richard."

Francis was almost giggling as she got ready to leave. "I don't mind as long as Richard is alright. But I think I know already. She looked over my shoulder while I was researching all this and then recommended most of the really informative and elevated medical literature that I have been studying! I do know one thing, he will absolutely curl up into a crisp with embarrassment when he see's her. He is absolutely in awe of her."

*

Meanwhile back in the gymnasium Miss Webster and Nurse Neville were busy with matters of their own.

Miss Webster smiled at the nurse as they finished positioning Colin Zimmerman upon the examination table. His legs were firmly but comfortably ensconced into the leather stirrup loops. They were deep and allowed no escape, but did allow him some freedom of movement to flex and stretch his legs forward.

The nurse was well aware that he would be doing just that within a few moments time. She looked at his blushing face. She had to put her fingers under his chin to make him reluctantly turn his head towards her.

The deep hue of his reddened face and the trembling of his lips, told her that the boy was absolutely shocked and anguished by his experiences. She knew that he did not want to look at anyone. She was absolutely sure that his only mental defence would be for him to distance himself from the embarrassing and deeply disturbing position that he been made to adopt.

Colin was, in fact, so utterly shamed. He dare not even look at himself. Even though he knew the horrible extent of how blatantly exposed his naked body really was.

The ignominious splaying of his legs had made him shudder with incredulity. There was nowhere for him to hide his humiliation and no way for him to hide the bare and deliberate exposure of his most private and secret parts.

And now the nurse had made him look at her. Her pretty face bending over him as she seemed to look into his very soul. Her voice was soft and gentle... and yet this seemed to cause him as much humiliation as the words she said to him.

"You don't have to be so embarrassed Colin. This is a quite normal procedure that we are going to execute. The doctor has asked Miss Webster to carry out the next procedure, so you can rest assured that you are in good hands. Now, talking about hands. If you will just lift your head and clasp your hands behind it, I am going to slip a little pillow under you so that you are nice and comfortable."

The nurse arranged him so that the pillow laid over his hands with his head raised upon the soft foam. The foam was covered with a crisp, white linen that was particularly smooth to the skin. She knew that it might take a moment for the boy to realise that with his head raised, he would be unable to distance himself from the proceedings.

Suddenly he felt compelled to look down as Miss Webster moved briskly between his widely spread thighs. He shivered in shame and acute embarrassment, feeling the intimacy of her touch as she gently stroked her hands upon the inner flesh of his legs. His realisation that he was so openly displayed, and that she could freely touch him anywhere she pleased, made him shiver with sheer trepidation.

He had to look, there was just no escaping it. He shivered at the sight before him. His legs, shamefully spread wide to the extreme, making a V-shaped frame for her beautiful torso. He could not take his eyes off the sight of her body bending forward, almost pressing against the intimate and shamefully bared juncture of his thighs. He saw her tilt her head and examine his genitalia. Her beautiful face was only inches away from the shameful exposure of his bared penis and testicles.

He was aware of the nurse proffering an opened jar towards his beautiful tutor. He watched Miss Webster raise her right hand which, was gloved in Latex, and slowly dip her fingers fully into it. He saw the fingers glisten as she moved her hand down low between his legs. He shivered as he felt her fingers suddenly slide impudently between the trembling cheeks of his bottom.

"Ooooh Miss." He could not help exclaiming, embarrassed beyond belief at what she was doing to him. "Just stay still Colin. I am now going to penetrate deep inside your bottom. There is no cause for alarm. I will take good care of you."

He felt her fingers gently explore the opening to his bottom. His sphincter recoiled in spasms, clenching wildly as her fingers began to probe the opening. "Hoo... Oooh Miss."

"Now the trick is just to relax and let your bottom go slack, I know you can do it for me Colin. Just relax now."

"Hooooooo." His exclamation was cut short as her fingers slipped into him. Incredibly, three fingers had simultaneously entered his sphincter, dilating it rapidly.

"Just relax this may feel a little intense, be a brave boy." Her words were spoken softly and caringly. This was a callous contradiction to the firm pressure of her fingers moving inexorably upwards into his bottom.

"Hooo Miss." Her words accompanied the turning of her wrist as her fingers addressed the smooth plumpness of his prostate. "Sometimes little boys can feel a funny sensation, when their bottoms are fully penetrated Colin. So just relax now as I am going to begin your procedure."

"Hoooo...ooooh." Colin had never felt anything in his young life to prepare him for this. He could not help looking down at his body. To his horror he saw his penis erecting as if of it's own volition. He felt a violent throb. It was a sensation like no other. A sensation equally shared, between the inside of his bottom and his penis. It seemed as if they were both joined together. He saw, to his shame, his penis throb violently, raising itself upwards from its resting place upon his bulging scrotum. It seemed to flare and fill out as it raised upwards.

Miss Webster was delighted with the acute naive sensitivity of the young fourteen-year-old.

"There, Colin. My fingers are in position now, so just relax while I extract a sample from you. I did notice earlier Colin that your nipples seemed particularly sensitive. The nurse is just going to check them while I extract a sample from you." She turned to the nurse, who had already picked up the jar and was holding it towards her. Miss Webster dipped her fingers and thumb into the viscous lubricant, delighting in the thought of what was to come next.

"Thank you Nurse. Now Colin just relax while I perform a thorough extraction. The Doctor was most insistent that you were to be made to express fully. A thorough and comprehensive sample. So be a good boy and don't try and evade the procedure. Do you understand me Colin?"

Colin, suddenly began to see the light of day. The euphemisms that Miss Webster had glibly extolled had suddenly become clear. She was going to masturbate him. He could not believe that this could happen... and yet.

He shuddered in an absolute torment of shame as her fingers nonchalantly wrapped around the shaft of his penis. He gasped in utter humiliation as she deftly slid his foreskin down the shaft until the skin was stretched tightly against his pubis. With an unhurried and almost casual motion she let her fingers glide over the exposed head.

He shivered as the acute sensation seemed to quickly become unbearable. He thought that she could not possibly know how agonising this sensation was, when to his horror he felt the first firm pressure of her fingers against his prostate. He tried to lift his buttocks to escape the exquisite torture as simultaneously, her hand slid down the shaft of his penis and her fingers seemed to vibrate inside him.

"Oooohhh... hoooo... Miss"

Miss Webster was well aware of his utter distress. She was totally cognizant of the fact that his few naive and furtively hurried ministrations to his own penis, could hardly prepare him... or compare to the comprehensive and thorough extraction that she was now about to perform. She began to firm-up the fine twitching of her fingers against his prostate. Simultaneously, her left hand cruelly smoothed over the sensitive and exposed corona of his penis.

The boy bucked and gasped in an immediate response. Miss Webster saw Nurse Neville place her hands upon his chest. Casually the nurse took the nub of the flesh of each nipple between finger and thumb. Exactly on cue with Miss Webster's firm coaxing of the boys juvenile sensitivities, she squeezed hard and suddenly. The thrill that ran up her spine was quite delicious. Seeing the boy immediately shudder violently from head to toe, thrilled her to the core.

She bent her head lower and spoke to him. "Now be a good boy and follow Miss Webster's instructions."

Jean looked at the nurse with wry amusement. They both knew that the boy had become incapable of taking any instruction. Miss Webster felt it immediately, a sudden change in his body. The heaving chest quickening, the sudden goose-bumps upon his flesh and the incoherent cry of distress. She looked towards his face. His mouth was gaping open and yet he still had the ability to blush in profusion as she caught his eye.

"Good boy, now just relax." Her words were merely said to further extend his utter torment. She gauged his reaction carefully, knowingly she watched as his body gave way to the inexorable impetus to ejaculate. She could see that the nurse was cognizant of the boy's distress and was already holding the jar. She twittered her fingers with a deft expertise, now with a decisive firmness that was not to be denied. Fully contacting the entire prostate gland. She pushed her hand even deeper as she speeded her slender fingers up and down the shaft of his penis. Cruelly she spared him no respite from her thorough and cruel stimulation to his barely pubescent body.

"Oh...oooohhh... OH." His slender body bucked like a young colt... and yet the beautiful vision of Miss Webster swam before his eyes. Her dominant female mastery of his emotions was paramount.

Miss Webster and Nurse Neville, had his naked body writhing and gasping in a torment that neither of them had witnessed before. The nurse, who was far more experienced than Miss Webster in dealing with the forced seminal extraction of young boys, knew without doubt that this boy would be likely to faint with emotional exhaustion.

Miss Webster applied the final ignominy with her firm command. "Come along Colin, do not try and evade your procedure. I want a full and thorough emission from you. Come along now."

Colin's young body suddenly tightened into a paralytic stricture. His face clearly expressing the exquisite agonising throes of extreme sexual emotion. His body was tensed as tightly as the strings of a crossbow. With a climatic stricken shudder, he ejaculated violently and comprehensively. His semen slapped and burst explosively into the glass container.

His ejaculation was a prolonged torturous expulsion, quite unremitting in its intensity. Cruelly instigated and callously protracted by the firm prodding of Miss Webster's fingers, deeply embedded inside his quivering bottom.

"Good boy. Now let me have it all Colin." Nurse Neville looked in astonishment at the growing level of white viscous semen as the boy continued to ejaculate into the phial.

His final emissions seemed to be wrung from his body in an agonising torment. Wrenched from deep within him. Extracted with a precision and a dexterity that few women could have achieved.

In the final throes of ejaculation, the boy's body arched in torment... and as suddenly, seemed to collapse. The thigh muscles that had strained against the stirrups, suddenly relapsed into a relaxed elasticity.

"Oooh oh... oh. Miss Webster." The boy's anguished exclamation was the last before his body collapsed back upon the examination couch. His chest was heaving as he drew oxygen into his lungs. He looked at Miss Webster as if he could not believe what she had just done to him. His head lolled to one side and he gave in to a somnolent and rewarding faint.

Nurse Neville looked at the boy and then spoke to Miss Webster. "I must say than I have never seen a boy ejaculate so violently and emotionally. He may have masturbated a few times. But I think that this experience was beyond anything he could have imagined. It was rather like you have taken his virginity. I think he might even be in love with you. He has certainly got a very large schoolboy crush on you."

Miss Webster smiled. I am a bit embarrassed to take another sample from him. That one was so... erm, powerful. It certainly was rather intense for a young boy, don't you think?

Nurse Neville smiled at her. "To tell you the truth it was intense for me too. What on earth did you do inside his bottom to get him to ejaculate like that. Miss Webster carefully withdrew her fingers. She held up her hand and showed the nurse the rapid scissoring of her fingers. She speeded up until they became a blur.

"My god, if you did that against my clitoris, I would think that I'd died and gone to heaven. My God!"

Miss Webster, looked at the young nurse. "Would you like me to try?"

Joan Neville blushed massively. Her eyes dropped down demurely before she looked up at Miss Webster. Her voice was as timid as a young girl. "Oh, would you, erm... Miss Webster, would you really do that to me?"

Jean smiled at her. Her lips stayed closed as she nodded her head slowly up and down. The young nurse dropped her eyes again before she looked up shyly. "Oh thank you."

Again the demure coy look accompanied her suddenly child-like voice voice. "Please, Miss Webster, when you do it to me, may I address you as..." she paused. The final part of the sentence caused Jean to smile to herself."...Miss Webster?"

"Would you like calling me Miss Webster?

The young nurse blushed prettily. "Yes Miss Webster, it would be, well as if you were in charge... of me."

Miss Webster, understood perfectly. Her deep knowledge of the human psyche was a prerequisite for her position as the academy's Pastoral Tutor.

"Well in that case young Joan. You will have to be on your best behaviour. I don't tolerate any other kind. It is not unheard of in this academy for me to strip a young girl like you and spank her pretty bottom until she cries. There are, of course, some girls that are so lazy and naughty that they can't even be trusted to bathe themselves. So to make sure that they maintain the high standards that I demand, I have to bath them. I always make them stand up for the duration of their bath while I scrub them all over until every inch is scrupulously clean. And I do mean every inch. Can you imagine what that would be like for a naughty girl like you?"

Joan Neville suddenly grinned mischievously. "Oh I can, how delicious that would be."

She came around to Miss Webster's side and put her slender arm around her waist. She leaned against her and said. "What a super time we could have. I would kiss you now, but I want you to remain in pristine condition until the medical examinations are completed." She squeezed Miss Webster tightly and lightly kissed her on the cheek. "Oh I should tell you, strictly between us girls, that Patricia enjoys girls as well as boys, just in case you wondered."

Miss Webster smiled. "I am particularly hard on girls that tell tales - and so I am definitely going to have to attend to that pretty bottom of yours."

It was a few moments later that the nurse ran the back of her fingers against the young boy's cheek. "How are you feeling Colin?"

Colin looked up and blushed to a deep hue immediately. Miss Webster spoke kindly to him. "Well done sweetie. You gave us such a nice big sample that, if you are lucky, the doctor might only need one more emission from you."

My God, its not over! Colin groaned at the thought of the same thing happening again to him again. It was just at that moment that the doctor walked back into the gymnasium.

"Sorry I had to leave you Miss Webster, there were one or two things to sort out with Miss Hartman. Now what stage are we at?"

Miss Webster was just about to answer when she realised that Francis Chambers was standing behind the doctor. The doctor saw her look of surprise. "I will explain in a moment, but first will you update me?" She said looking meaningfully towards the boy.

The nurse came to Miss Webster's rescue. She took the large specimen phial (vial) from beneath the covering cloth and handed it to Doctor Robbins. The doctor held it up to read the measurement gauge.

"Well Colin does seem to be productive. What on earth did you do to the boy." She handed the specimen container back to the nurse and moved to the side of the boy.

"Well Colin tell me how are you feeling." She looked closely into the boy's face so that he had no way of evading her gaze. The boy mumbled a reply that was not intelligible. Miss Webster immediately spoke sharply to him. "Colin if you don't answer the doctor's questions properly I shall spank you so hard that you won't be sitting down for a week."

Colin quickly came out of his stupor and looked at the Doctor earnestly. "I am so sorry Doctor. Yes I am ah... fine, thank you."

"Well I am imagine you are feeling a little drained after providing such a fine sample for me." She turned to look at the nurse. "What is his refractory period?" The nurse looked at her watch which, was pinned to the lapel of her tunic. "Approximately eleven minutes at the moment, Doctor."

"Thank you nurse. Now I need to have a word with Colin." She moved closer to the boy and laid her hand on his chest. Her fingertips moved across his nipple as she got his attention.

"Now listen to me Colin. It is important that you give me your full attention." Colin was alert now and looked at her respectfully.
"Good. I see you are more fully alert. Did you faint after your extraction?" The boy blushed as she referred to his ejaculation.

"Oh ah, yes Doctor. I think I did." Doctor Robbins was already fully cognizant of the boy's condition. She knew that it would have been almost impossible for him not to have attained a high and traumatic level of emotion and the subsequent momentary loss of blood to the brain. The sample was unusually high and prolific for such a young boy.

"Well listen to me Colin. You were spanked because you admitted to masturbating within the school.. Now I am not going to dwell on your punishment for breaking the rules. But I am concerned for your welfare and the reasons for you masturbating regularly. The headmistress has been made aware of what you have been doing - and is concerned that not only have you broken the rules on five occasions, but that you were intending to continue."

She looked at the boy to make sure that he was listening and comprehending what she was saying to him. His profuse blushes confirmed that he had been paying her full attention.

"Now Colin, as this is a special academy for gifted children, it would be quite wrong for you to be preoccupied with thoughts of playing with yourself instead of preparing for the next day's classes. So to that end, The Headmistress has decided that all boys that have reached puberty will be assessed for sexual activity. If a boy is deemed to be within the group that is able to become preoccupied by sexual thoughts, he will be dealt with."

Colin looked slightly worried but continued giving the doctor his full attention.

"The headmistress has decided that boys will undergo a suitable procedure to stop self-abuse."

Colin looked embarrassed at her phrasing.

"Yes Colin that is exactly what it is. Boys who masturbate are abusing their penises. They are too immature to understand the harm that they can do to their genitalia. A malformed penis can be with you for life. There is no corrective treatment. Alas there are other problems too, of hygiene, broken skin, rashes and infections. So as I have said, you will undergo a procedure, everyday until you graduate from this academy."

She could see the puzzlement in his face, but felt disinclined to rush to the revealing point of her conversation.

"Fortunately for you boys, the spirit of the school is such that the procedure can be carried out without undue disruption. It will run almost entirely by school-spirited volunteers. A volunteer has already been assigned to you... and from now on this person will carry out this procedure upon your body everyday. Do you understand me so far, Colin?"

Colin looked very uneasy and certainly embarrassed at the Doctor's words. "Er yes Doctor, but who... erm what...?"

The doctor quickly held up her hand to silence him.

"Colin please understand me. Are you listening?" The boy looked embarrassed at her stern gaze. He was also aware that the doctor's hand was gently touching his nipples as the conversation proceeded.

"Oh ah... yes Doctor."

"This procedure is NOT arbitrary. It is not for you to decide who or what! This is compulsory! The procedure WILL be performed every single day. You WILL obey the instructions given by the person that has been assigned to you. The procedure WILL be carried out, no matter what. This mandate is compulsory for all boys like you. Do you understand me?" Colin looked quite frightened as the doctor raised her voice to him.

He spoke quickly. "Yes Doctor... er, I am so sorry, I will do what I am told."

The doctor looked at him most sternly. "You most certainly will, young man. No more nonsense from you. We will start you right now with your volunteer, who will perform this procedure upon you not only now, but every day hence."

The doctor stayed still, looking intently into the boy's face as she called out. "Francis Chambers, would you come over here please and attend to this rather ungrateful and recalcitrant young man."

"Yes Doctor, I am ready." The doctor could hardly hide her smirk of satisfaction as Francis not only stepped forward, but immediately took up position between the boys widely spread legs. She spoke clearly and firmly.

"May I proceed, please Doctor. I have something to say to the boy and then I will start the extraction."

Colin was shocked and mortified. He literally could not believe what was about to happen to him. Or... that a thirteen year old girl was to... yes... that was it! The awful realisation that; Francis Chambers, a thirteen-year-old girl, would have full absolute authority to masturbate him everyday. And he could do nothing, totally... nothing about it. How could that possibly be?

"Look at me Colin, I don't like stupid boys. Stupid boys that play with their own little peenies and don't understand what they are doing. They abuse their little peenies and because they are so ignorant of what they are doing, they damage themselves irreparably."

Colin's face was the colour of beetroot. How could Richard's little sister talk to him like that? Or be standing between his widely spread thighs while he was absolutely naked and spread wide before her. She was so petite, that only her head and shoulders were visible between his legs.

"Now listen to me and make sure that you can repeat it back to me when I ask you to, which, I will. There is a punishment for any boy that disobeys his 'Extractor' which, in your case is me. Miss Webster, will you tell this stupid boy what the punishment is for a first offence, in disobeying a direct instruction from the headmistress?"

Miss Webster looked at the blushing and shivering fourteen-year-old boy.

"I am sorry to say Colin, that Francis is right. You would be in contravention of a direct instruction. That is exactly and precisely the description of the charge. Disobeying the headmistress! And even for a first offence, the punishment is...," she hesitated, gulping before she carried on. "fifty sound strokes of the senior paddle upon the bared bottom.

It is also mandatory that you would be stripped naked within the school classroom and in front of the class. Prefects would be assigned to hold you down over the teacher's desk until each stroke has been properly delivered. I think you already know Colin, that there would be no mercy shown."

Colin's indignity had suddenly turned to fright. He knew that he would be unable to bear fifty hard strokes... and the senior paddle too! His mind was in turmoil. And he knew that... horribly; that the shame of being stripped in front of the class, would stay with him forever.

Francis could see the shock on his face. She spoke clearly but a little more softly. "Alright Colin, listen up. Are you beginning to understand the importance of this. Are you with me?"

Colin knew that he had to listen to her. This slender and delicately beautiful young girl. But a thirteen-year-old that was barely five feet tall!!! He now knew, to his horror, what would happen to him if he disobeyed her. It had been clearly spelled out to him by Miss Webster - and, he knew, that this was a far-too-frightening punishment to even contemplate.

"Er... ah.. oh yes Francis."

"This is what you will do each morning... and this is what you must remember. You will get up and go to the toilet and sit upon it until you are thoroughly empty. You will make absolutely sure of this. Next you will brush your teeth and then shower until you are squeaky clean - all over if you fully understand the term. You will put your pyjama bottoms back on. That is to say... only your pyjama bottoms. You will get back into bed and wait for me."

She could see that he had paid attention, even if he was blushing and shivering like five-year-old. She continued.

"You will be back in bed, having accomplished this, by seven a.m. Did you remember all that?"

"Oh erm yes Francis."

"One more thing, Colin Zimmerman. I think your attitude is disrespectful. But, I am going to give you the benefit of my understanding. I am sure you are probably a little shocked. But you need to know this, so get it through your head that: you need this extraction on a daily basis so that you will graduate from this excellent academy." She paused for a moment, tossing her long blonde hair over shoulders before she continued.

"I am volunteering only because I really do want to help you. I can sense your disrespect because I am only just thirteen-years-old. So, from now on, you will address me as Miss Francis. You will also address my girl chaperone, or chaperones, as Miss, whoever she or they may be. You will not let me down Colin. I will gladly watch you being paddled if you do dare to do that. Do you understand everything that I have said to you?"

Colin looked askance, but most of what she said had made sense. He realised that he must pull himself together. He managed to speak more clearly.

"Yes, Miss Francis, I understand everything you have said. I promise I will do exactly as you say."

"Good. Repeat verbatim, what you will do in the morning?"

Colin repeated her instructions precisely, word for word.

He looked at her as he finished his repetition of her exact words. "... ... ... and I will be waiting for you before seven a.m. Miss Francis."

"Good Colin, I knew that you were really a sweet boy and I assure you that I will respect you, too." She turned to the Doctor. "I am ready Doctor, may I instruct the nurse in the same way that I would normally instruct my assistant and chaperone?"

The doctor was really impressed. The young girl had thought everything through. What amazing minds, she thought. The boy had repeated every word as precisely as she had said it. Truly amazing, she thought. And what a grasp this stunningly beautiful young girl has on the boy's psyche.

"Yes Francis. That would be an ideal way of working."

Francis nodded. "If you would pass the jar of lubricant nurse, I do not intend to use gloves."

Miss Webster and the doctor watched and listened to the young girl as she dipped her hand into the jar of lubricant. Miss Webster noted that Francis had lubricated her left hand first, almost up to the wrist. Francis Chambers looked at Colin and smiled sympathetically, almost like a caring young mother would smile down at her young child.

"Tomorrow I will ask you to spread your legs and raise your knees. Today, we have stirrups to facilitate this. Now I am going to penetrate your bottom. It has already been dilated by Miss Webster, so perhaps this will seem a little easier, I hope so. Now the secret is to relax and try and welcome the intrusion of my hand up into your little bottom. Now be a brave boy and help me by relaxing your bottom hole."

Francis did not hesitate. Unknown to anyone, she had repeatedly practised penetrating the virgin sphincter of her young friend, Vickie. She had continued, often giggling together with Vickie, until she had used up many jars of lubricant, and perfected her technique. She had also laid on her bed and spread her own legs, while Vickie had performed the same task upon her. She was delighted to know how it felt, and had instructed her friend to re-orientate her hand many times until she was sure that she was familiar with the feelings associated with each manoeuvre.

"Good boy, take some deep breaths, in out... in, out. There we are." She felt his body shudder as her fingertips pressed against his sphincter. She knew what pressure she needed to obtain a smooth and steady penetration. She did not let his squirming distract her. She pressed more firmly until finally the sphincter gradually dilated to allow her four fingers full access. She knew that tomorrow she would have to pre-lubricate him first with perhaps only one or two fingers.

Her voice was soft, almost like a mother as she spoke to him. "There, sweet boy, let me just slippy-slide right-up inside your cute little bare bottom. There we are, only a few more inches to go, my you are doing well."

She had plenty of time to admire the smooth form of the boy's buttocks. They were bereft of hair anywhere. The smooth crevice was splayed open allowing her wrist total access. Her fingers slipped in easily. It was thrilling to see every inch of the penetration. She could hear his gasps and moans, but concentrated totally on her fingers as they majestically made their way up into him. She could both see and feel his sphincter's involuntary quivering in response to her intrusion.

She turned her wrist until her palm was facing upwards, feeling for the smooth little protrusion. She knew the shape and approximate size from pictures she had pored over night after night in the academy library.

She let her fingertips explore gently and carefully so that they did not become desensitized and perhaps hinder her finding that exciting gland that only boys have. She had visualised the location of the gland and knew that she would easily be able to recognize her prey. Almost immediately she felt it. With a huge excitement boiling up inside her body, she pressed gently and watched his penis. Just like the books had prescribed, she paused, waiting for the response that her studies had promised.

His penis, as predicted, throbbed once. Not overtly but enough movement for her to recognise and understand the exciting result from one gentle touch. Gotcha! She thought excitedly.

She could see that Colin was almost near to tears, she knew that it was wrought totally from embarrassment, rather than from discomfort.

Time for arousal, she thought to herself. She abandoned, for the moment, her strict and rather adult mode of speech.

"There we are sweetie, look at me Colin. I am going to take hold of your little peenie in a moment. But first, I am going to feel your plump little balls. I want to see how full they are. I promise I won't hurt them, I know that testes are delicate and how preciously little boys feel about them." She hefted the swollen orbs, delighting in her control over the young bare body of a boy. Hers to do with as she pleased. To be able to touch and fondle any part of him entirely at her pleasure. "My haven't you got big heavy balls for a fourteen-year-old."

Colin groaned with humiliation and disbelief. Surely they could not allow such a little girl to play with his penis and testicles. He looked around for help from the doctor and nurse and then towards Miss Webster. He could not believe that they were all paying full attention to the young girl. Looking at her with glowing expressions of admiration. He groaned in despair.

Francis held the heavy scrotal sac in her tiny hand, revelling in the delight of her prurient exploration. She thrilled as the bulging scrotal sac tried to recoil from her cool and sensual touch.

"Just relax sweetie and let me just jiggle them a little bit, my they are heavy. Never mind, I will soon empty them for you. Now, don't wiggle and wriggle, just relax while I take hold of your little peenie-weenie and slip your skin right down to the bottom. I want to have a really good look at your little helmet. Are you ready sweetie-pie?"

In sequence... with her little finger preceding; her tiny slender fingers wrapped naively around the smooth shaft of his penis. Her fingers were cool and his flesh seemed to be boiling hot. She could feel the flesh pulsing wildly under her hand. It seemed to be throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Even before her tiny hand had managed to properly circumnavigate the throbbing flesh of the shaft. It was pulsing and erecting mightily.

Colin quaked with the sensation of her delicate touch. He could feel every nuance of her fingers. She seemed to know exactly where every sensitive nerve was located. How could she know so much? Perhaps it was just her naive exploration that was causing so much sensation. How could a young girl of her age understand a boy's body more thoroughly than he did?

"What a good boy you are Colin, I knew I wouldn't have to smack your little bare botty. Look Colin, your little peenie-weenie isn't so weenie any more. Oh poor baby, you are blushing soooo much. Don't be upset, I'm going to start milking your peenie now so that you don't get any more little stiffys in the classroom. All the girls have seen you, you know. They know precisely what you have inside your little red panties. All girls know about boys!" She watched him blush as she mentioned his red underpants. Suddenly, she stroked her thumb over the top of his urethra, letting her nail score over the opening. His entire body jerked quite violently with sensation as she started her task in earnest.

Suddenly, as she began prodding the plump protrusion of his prostate, her mind flashed back to the water-pistol fights she used to have when she and Richard were younger. Her pistol had had a spring on the trigger which, would return it instantaneously to the firing position. She remembered how rapidly she was able to squeeze it. Often firing ten shots off consecutively and soaking her brother before he had time to fire.

"Look at me Colin." She waited until the utterly humiliated boy raised his shamefully blushing face towards her. "Because you have already provided one sample today, I am afraid I am going to have to be a bit more vigorous with you. So be a brave boy while I make you ejaculate. I want you to produce a nice full emission into the nurse's jar. I promise you Colin, I won't be satisfied with anything less. Here we go sweetheart, let's see what a big strong boy can do!"

Miss Webster and Doctor Robbins watched the slender young girl. They were utterly intrigued by her confidence and ability. There she was - standing between the widely spread legs of a naked boy. A perfectly poised young girl; at ease and totally in command... and yet, still less than five-feet-tall, slender and delicately featured and almost childlike in her appearance.

Her perceptive and knowledgeable actions upon the youthful and naked body of the handsome boy, facilitated the perfect platform for her to display her skills. She found she could press, both strenuously and quickly, just like her water pistol. I wonder if he will be able to spurt as much, she mused.

Nurse, Doctor and Tutor had watched the abrupt and deft penetration of the sphincter with the girl's left hand, while they saw her simultaneously and swiftly manipulate the throbbing penis with her right hand. The tall and athletic young boy shuddered and wriggled with every sensation. His firm thighs were spread wide, each thigh was of a far greater circumference than the young girl's waist... and yet she was in complete control.

They watched her slim body sway gracefully, as she concentrated avidly upon the boy's bared penis and his sensitive prostate gland which, although hidden, was completely defenceless from the slender but intrusive fingers within his bottom.

Francis was thrilled, as she watched the boy suddenly jerk his bottom off the surface of the examination table. His thighs showed his sinews tightening in a natural reflex to the sudden, firm, and incredibly rapid prodding of her fingers against his prostate.

"Ooooo..hh. Miss.... er... Fra.... ahh hooo."

Francis ignored his frantic and fevered reaction. Deftly she slid her hand down the shaft. Deliberately she let the heel of her hand brush roughly over the urethral opening of his penis on each downward stroke. Her hands flew over his penis, deftly exploring every nerve ending with surprising accuracy. A sudden prod here, a trailing finger there. Even to one initiated in the subtlety of arousing the sensitive nerves and membranes of the penis. Her delicacy and certain knowledge were eliciting responses far beyond the boy's endurance.

She knew the boy was in torment. She had already discovered certain places and actions that had made him cry out with utter abandonment. Francis, rather cruelly, had already inured herself to his anguished groans and laboured breathing as her fingers flew over his flesh. Sometimes, very gently upon the corona and tip of the urethra, other times switching suddenly to tightening of her fingers and stretching the foreskin back to allow a trailing finger to graze cruelly against the exposed flesh.

She monitored her progress by looking at his face. She did not intend to let up on the expert sexual arousal until he ejaculated. She hoped against hope, that his emission would be substantial and satisfy Doctor Robbins and Miss Webster as to her competence.

"Oooohh.. pl..ee.. noo.. oooh"

Colin was in turmoil. The excruciating embarrassment and humiliation of each part of his examination, building up to the comprehensive and humiliating extraction of his semen by his beautiful Pastoral Tutor, was now being suddenly and comprehensively surpassed.

He felt that he could not bear, the utter anguished shame of being masturbated by the beautiful and assertive thirteen-year-old. The younger sister of his best friend. And yet it was happening. As he thought that he could no longer bear a particular stimulation, she would switch to another, even more unbearable form of exquisite torture. His mental embarrassment coupled with his physical arousal, was left with no place to hide, no defence, no respite. She expertly plundered his body and his mind, of every possible sensation.

Francis callously prolonged his torment, leading him inexorably to his reluctant and ultimately humiliating climactic shaming. It would be a damming and humiliating physical display of his uncontrollable arousal.
How utterly degrading that must be for him. To squirt his stuff in front of everyone! Worst of all, that it was me... a thirteen-year-old girl that had MADE him do it!

It was not long before coherent thoughts had been expunged from his mind. The necessary physical effort of trying to withstand the devastating and unbearably heightened susceptibility to exquisite sensual torture seemed to take over his will.

The agony of such a prolonged sexual arousal, was incredible. Under such anguished torment, Colin tried to hold on. He knew that what he was having to endure right now, at this very moment, had eclipsed anything that had gone before... or anything that he could have ever have envisaged. Her face and body looked calm and naive. Her hand and arm movements were barely perceptible. He knew he would never forget this moment as he saw her tongue protrude from her lips in childish concentration.

He could see her look at him enquiringly; so innocently, as she nonchalantly, wrenched, plundered and extracted exquisite agonies from his body. This was the most embarrassing moment of all. My God, he thought. She is looking at me for the sign that I am about to ejaculate, she knows what I will look like, she knows I am going to have to do it.

Francis saw his body flex and then suddenly become rigid. He had raised himself from the bed in a fitful and rigid stricture. To her deep and absolute sexual thrill, his buttocks had begun quivering against her wrist. His heavy breathing instantly halted. She felt his prostate pump and his penis become completely solid. She was delighted with him. Her voice was soft and low as she watched the nurse hold the container well above her flying fingers.

"There we are sweetie, nice big spurts now." Francis watched with the utmost satisfaction and pleasure as the boy's anguished ejaculation fulfilled her wildest expectations. She could feel every pulse in the shaft of his penis. Pumping like an impellor through a garden hose. "Good boy Colin, let me have it all now. Keep pumping it out for me, that's the way. My you are a clever boy."

She could feel every nuance of the boy's reaction to the sensations she had expertly plied upon his openly naked body. She had had complete control over him, both physically and emotionally, and she had, she felt sure, acquitted herself well.

Francis felt the super-rigidity in his penis resolve back to mere hardness. She began to squeeze from the base and draw quite large globules up to the tip. Smiling as the nurse scraped them up with the lip of the jar. The frenzied pumping of his prostate had ceased and so she gently withdrew her fingers and cupped his scrotum. She squeezed his balls firmly, hearing him gasp at the sensation.
She gently let go of him and nonchalantly slapped his bottom. "Look at me, Colin." She was delighted with his haggard look of exhaustion and the fact that he suddenly blushed anew.

"Well done Colin, you have had a busy day. But you will soon feel the benefit of what we are doing for you."

The nurse saw her look across at the jar and knew that Francis would want to see the results of her ministrations. Obligingly, the nurse leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "The most I have seen, ever!"

"May I have the jar please nurse.?"

Colin looked at her in horror as she held the jar full of his recent ejaculation.

"Good boy, Colin. Now I will accept no less than this amount everyday. Any less, even one millilitre and I will begin another extraction immediately. Do you understand me?" Francis did not look to anyone for permission as she slapped his bottom three times. "Slap... Slap... Slap!"

"Just so you know, I will spank you to get the blood flowing to your nether regions, if you fail me!"

Francis instinctively knew that now was the time for bonding him to her.
She let him watch her wipe her hands with medicated tissues as she moved from between his legs to the head of the bed. Her voice was soft and gentle. She stroked her delicate fingers against his reddened cheek. As he looked up at her.

"I am going to take very good care of you Colin from now on, so don't worry about anything. Clear your mind. Go and have a shower and stop yourself thinking about any of this. Just concentrate on your work. It is the examinations next week. I want you to prove me right - and come top of your sciences. I am going back to work too." She smiled and walked away from his trembling naked form.

*

Back in the girl's changing rooms, Richard was blushing profusely. Charlotte smiled at Judith as Nurse Summers suggested that it was time to change places. Judith let her fingers slide out of Richard's bottom as Charlotte let go of the boy's genitalia. To her satisfaction, she had left his penis fully erect and throbbing. She looked at his face to see that he was swathed in a deep hue of redness. His lips were trembling and his eyes were closed.

She had taken him to the brink of ejaculation several times. Once he had been so close that Charlotte had had to squeeze his testicles so firmly that he had cried out in anguish. Thankfully, she thought, Judith will not be quite so cavalier with the boy's arousal. Charlotte, positioned herself between the boy's thighs. Every time she looked at him, she marvelled at the perfection and symmetry of his beautiful body. So rare to see such perfection and, so utterly exclusive to have complete control over his naked form. His modesty, she realised, was so deeply embedded within him, that every overt sensual touch of her fingers had elicited a response of pure shame. How wonderful!

"Right, Richard. I am just going to get you opened up a bit, so we can get that big shiny nozzle firmly up into your bottom. We don't want to have any spillage, now do we? Then while it is filling you, we will get you shaved nice and bare!"

She had already realised that what small amount of hair the boy had would not have interfered with any examination. The little line of hair above the root of his penis was unusual. The hair was absolutely straight and soft. Most unlike any pubic hair that she had ever seen. Under his arms too, was the same wisp of absolutely straight, fine hair.

Almost reverently she dipped her right hand, and then her left, into the stout jar of lubricant. It was with absolute joy, that she introduced her fingers into his bottom. Two fingers of her right hand slipped just inside the dilated sphincter. These were joined by two fingertips of her left hand. Gentle she eased the opening wider, feeling the sphincter muscle recoil and pulse as she eased the ring of muscle open.

Charlotte knew that the nozzle would now slide in quite easily, but she was not to be denied her first incursions inside the young boy. It was with a feeling of absolute reverence that she slid two fingers up into his bottom. She turned her hand, orientating it exactly, and at the same time, curling her fingers so that the soft pads touched the prostate. He jerked his body and shivered as she stroked firmly over the sensitive gland.

"Do keep still Richard, I have to open you fully. Now keep quite still." She slid her hand from in-between his cheeks and closed a third finger together with the other two. She made them into the smallest diameter possible as she introduced them to his sphincter. "Deep breaths now." She watched his blushing face, seeing him look at her anxiously as she pressed firmly against the tightening of the ring of muscle.

"Just relax now. I know it must be embarrassing having to lie there with your legs all stretched out while Miss Judith holds your little penis and testicles. But this is all for your own good. So just keep looking at me while I pop another finger into your bottom. Now hold tight, now." Charlotte thrilled at the sudden deepening of the colour of his face. The thrill of his penetration was accompanied by a sudden fierce stab of intense sexual sensation which coursed through her body. She shivered in delight as she pushed her fingers steadily up into his bottom. It was an irresistible sense of pure pleasure as she watched him raise his head and gasp with the intense sensation.

Richard looked at the two beautiful girls. He had not come to grips with the fact that two schoolgirls, little older than himself could have such authority over his naked body. He could not help his body squirming with each touch of their fingers upon his body. He shuddered as Miss Charlotte's fingers seemed to penetrate the very core of his being. He realised that she was very different from Miss Judith. She seemed to understand everything about his body. The deft entry of her fingers into his bottom had quickly made him cognizant of her skill and dexterity. She seemed to know exactly where and how to touch him to elicit the most agonising and embarrassing responses from his body.

He felt Miss Judith suddenly let go of his penis as Miss Charlotte prodded firmly inside his bottom. He felt an immediate pulsing. It seemed to rush from his bottom, right up through the shaft of his penis to the very tip. His penis began to throb and Richard could hardly contain his emotion as his deeply hidden erogenous zones were discovered immediately - and then, to his utter humiliation, comprehensively aroused to a fever pitch. The shiver of deep sexual sensation made him tense his body to a rigidity he had not thought possible.

He could see the nonchalant look upon the faces of the young schoolgirls as they both looked enquiringly at his face. He blushed immediately as their knowing looks told him they knew exactly what was happening to him and to his utmost embarrassment, their indifference to his plight.

They had quickly withdrawn their hands from his body at his sudden stab of arousal. Richard breathed deeply, naively aware that he had been on the very precipice of an emotional event that he had yet to experience.

His eyes were closed as he tried to compose his emotions. Eventually his heavy breathing subsided and he brought his body back under control.
Suddenly he felt three hard slaps to his bottom. "Slap... Slap... Slap!" This was quickly followed by an intense pressure through his sphincter and a feeling of fullness deep inside him. His eyes flew open to see Miss Charlotte watching him intently. He had not seen the nurse pass the nozzle to Miss Charlotte.

"Well done Richard, just keep still while the water goes in."

Richard gasped and blushed at the sudden sensation of the enema nozzle as it had rapidly entered his bottom and the indignity of Miss Charlotte slapping his bottom. He blushed deeply as she looked at him.

"Oh nurse would you like to do the honours? Will you squeeze in beside me." The nurse joined Charlotte, holding the tubing high as she pressed against Charlotte's body. It was Charlotte that spoke gently to him. "Nice deep breaths now Richard. Come along, in and out, in and out." They both watched the boy start breathing deeply. His body tensed for the intrusion which must surely come. It was a nonchalant gesture on the part of Nurse Summers as she turned on the tap.

They all watched as the boy shivered and shook with the sensation of the water rushing into his bottom. The nurse watched him suddenly quiver from head to foot, his erect penis wobbling dramatically. She reduced the flow and moved from between his legs.

Richard closed his eyes as he manfully tried to deal with the sensation of the water rushing into his bottom, only to open them in alarm as Miss Judith slapped a shaving brush, full of lather against his pubis. Deftly she took hold of the tip of his penis as she began to lather the whole area. He quaked with embarrassment.

"My, little boys do seem to wriggle and jiggle when their penises are touched. I hope you are not going to be difficult, are you Richard?" Judith could tell that the boy was so embarrassed that he could hardly speak. It did not worry her that she was utterly thrilled to see the boy so embarrassed as she thrust the shaving brush under his bulging scrotum and gleefully watched him squirm.

The boy's embarrassment continued through Charlotte's careful management of him. It was she that shaved him, immediately after each area was lathered by Judith. It was not long before the nurse had examined his bloated tummy and turned off the water. He shivered and shook as they released him and carefully held him firmly while the nozzle was abruptly extracted from his bottom.

"Hooo... hooo."

His gasps were ignored as wadding was packed between the cheeks of his bottom and thrust up firmly as his legs were released.

"Come along, I don't want any spillage between here and the stall."

Richard's final ignominy was observed only by the nurse, who was surprised by the clarity of the water he expelled.

"When did you last go to the bathroom Richard?" The boy looked up at the nurse, his face blushing as she glanced down at his nakedness. "Oh, erm... just before I left for school, Nurse."

"Well done, Richard, I like boys with nice clean bottoms. Now we are just going to give you a quick wash, so the rest of you is nice and clean for the doctor."

Hazel walked out of the Deli holding two paper bags. Her long legs strode purposefully towards her Subaru station-wagon. She was dressed, as was usual, in a sand coloured outfit of thin cotton chinos that clung tantalisingly to her athletic thighs. Her lightweight safari jacket flapped open as she walked, revealing the tight cotton T-Shirt beneath. Her firm breasts, unaided by a bra, jutted forward, the nipples becoming hardened in the cooler air, making two firm protrusions in the thin, white material. Her natural ash-blonde hair swung gracefully against her neck as she walked. Her body might have invited salacious comment, had it not been for the gamine style of her clothes and her determined stride. A second glance would have confirmed that this self-assured and assertive girl was not to be trifled with.

Hazel was a very independent and confident young woman. Her outfit befitted her self-assurance right down to the soft suede desert boots that she wore. She tossed her head as she opened the driver's door to the dark grey of the interior leather. She glanced over her shoulder to check that her equipment was still residing where she had left it.

She took a bottle of water from one bag and a lettuce and tomato sandwich from the other. She screwed up the bags and opened her window. She tossed the bags into the garbage bin that was almost twenty paces away. Hardly looking as the paper entered the bin.

There was a notebook on the passenger seat which, she opened with her left hand, dextrously scanning through the pages with her finger until she came to the page she wanted. She noted an address and Zip Code before looking at the detail. She loved the jobs she got from Patricia. They paid well and, truth be told, she would have, if necessary, done them for nothing. Not that she was not a consummate business woman.

She had trained in measurement and analysis. The government-owned equipment, that she had trained with, was very expensive and she knew that the cost was so prohibitive that there were no other private operators. She had made a down-payment on her own equipment two years ago.

All of a sudden at seventeen-years-old, she had become self-employed. The camera and computer program had been over one hundred and eighty thousand dollars. She knew that, although the market was specialised, the work was plentiful if you gave accurate results. She had persuaded her father to lend her the deposit and she had never looked back.

The camera was certainly her pride and joy. Eight, five centimetre by five centimetre sensors, electronically stitched together to form one image of twenty centimetres high and ten centimetres wide. The fixed lens could be shot landscape or portrait mode. The forty laser sensors were so accurate that she could focus and measure anything that the beams could reach.

Today she would invoice, six hundred dollars for operator fees and eighteen hundred dollars for equipment hire. Plus travel, plus expenses. No wonder she had already paid her father back, and would have the camera and equipment, paid for by the end of the year.

She felt a frisson of excitement run through her body as she thought of what Patricia might have in store for her today. She looked at the Sat-Nav as she turned on the engine, checking the address. Fourteen miles on back roads and she would be at the Academy. She looked at her watch, should be half an hour early. The location was certainly well out of the way, she thought as she drove out of the parking lot and joined the turnpike for the next exit south.

Richard was blushing as profusely as ever as Charlotte helped him into his baggy sport's shorts. She looked towards the door as she heard a timid knock. The door opened before she or the nurse could reach it. A young girl had walked through into the changing room. She seemed startled at the sight of the examination table and the room's obvious change of use.

"Oh, erm... Nurse Summers, I didn't realise you were using the room. I just wanted to get something from my bag. It is hanging from the hook over there." She pointed to where Charlotte and Judith were standing on either side of Richard. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Miss Charlotte and Miss Judith." She smiled at the two prefects, ignoring the half naked boy completely.

Charlotte recognized the girl as being from the second year but was not quite sure of her name. She was certainly very noticeable. In fact Charlotte could remember often watching her as she had walked with her friends along the cloisters. Her legs were long and beautifully proportioned, and Charlotte had admired the way she used her good looks to embarrass the boys, or have them do her bidding. She would only be thirteen, but Charlotte knew that she was a very precocious and sexy young girl. In fact, looking at her now, she could see that the girl exuded sex in every look and gesture that she made. The nurse interjected. "Gillian Sanders, isn't it? Did no-one tell you that this room was being used for the medical examination preparations?"

"Sorry, Nurse Summers, I knew that it was this morning, but lunch break has just started and... well I presumed it was all finished. I saw most of the class going to the canteen. I mean all the boys that were having their examinations, so I erm... thought, well... that you had finished. I will come back. It is just that the headmistress wants to see me at four o'clock and I thought I might need my diary... erm... it's in my bag over there."

The nurse smiled. "Alright Gillian, but if you had come any earlier, you would have seen a naked boy laid on this couch. That could have been most embarrassing for you. So in future, you had better not just presume anything."

The girl looked at Richard, just in time to see the boy blush to a deep shade of red. What about me, he thought. Did the nurse not think that I would have been embarrassed? He knew Gillian and the thought of a junior girl seeing him naked, especially with his penis erect, made him shudder.

Richard could not help blushing again as the girl looked at him. Her pretty face smiling and showing her white teeth. She was smiling as she answered the nurse. "Oh it wouldn't have bothered me nurse. I often see my brothers naked. It doesn't bother me at all. Richard is really shy, so I know he certainly wouldn't show his body on purpose. I bet he would have blushed like he is doing now. The girls think he is such a blushy-boy, always hiding himself away."

Charlotte had to smile as she looked at Richard, seeing him blush so deeply that even his neck and chest became reddened. Charlotte gave an enquiring look to Nurse Summers and Judith, and then looked meaningfully towards the young boy. The nurse nodded imperceptibly before looking back towards Gillian.

Nurse Summers looked at the girl and smiled. "Yes he does seem to blush quite often. Now Gillian you can get your diary and then you can run an errand for me, if you wouldn't mind." The girl quickly came to where Charlotte and Judith were standing with Richard. She stood on her tiptoes letting her short plaid skirt ride high over her firm thighs so that her panties were showing as she reached into her satchel and retrieved her diary.

Judith and Charlotte saw Richard look at her long legs before quickly dropping his eyes to the floor. They could see that he was embarrassed by her display and they both wondered whether the young girl had deliberately provoked him. In actual fact, they both surmised that she had.

Richard could not help looking at the pretty second-year girl when she turned to him, now only inches away. He blushed again as she spoke. "Honestly Richard, you would blush if a girl merely said 'Hello' to you, never mind if she were to glance at your naked body."

Judith and Charlotte giggled as the girl moved back to stand in front of the nurse. She smiled sweetly as she looked up at the nurse. "What would you like me to do, Nurse Summers, I am not having lunch, so I have an hour before class, if that will be sufficient?"

The nurse examined the young girl standing before her. The brevity of her skirt showed that she had certainly usurped Academy Rules and bent them to her own interpretation. However her pretty legs were certainly long and athletically proportioned. Her beautiful thighs were much more lengthy than average, and her trim body was enough to capture the imagination of the most modest of boys. It was obvious that the girl was well aware of her superb looks, especially her long limbs. It was also obvious that she enjoyed displaying them so provocatively. What a precocious young minx, she thought. I bet she has all the younger boys at her beck and call!

"Well Gillian, as you are aware of this boy's sensitive nature, you can take young Richard here to the Gymnasium annexe via the cloisters at the front of the building. Then, if you would, have him sit and wait there while you go into the gymnasium to see whether the Doctor is ready to see him. If the doctor is ready, you may take the boy in and make sure that you hand him over personally. I have a feeling that Richard is so shy that he might well run-away, otherwise. As you said yourself, he is very shy."

Gillian did not know why, but she felt that for some reason, they were hiding something from the blushing boy. Her agile mind did not take long to think things through. The use of the word 'doctor' twice. Of course, got it! The doctor is female and they don't want him to know.

Gillian looked at the nurse for a moment, tilting her cute face to one side. "Well Nurse because he is so shy... and likely to run-away, will you instruct him to hold my hand while I escort him to his examination?"

"What a good idea, what do you think Charlotte and Judith? Shall I make him hold Gillian's hand while she takes him to his examination appointment?"

Richard looked absolutely mortified as Charlotte looked at him, her face betraying her amusement. "Oh yes Nurse Summers, that would be an admirable solution." She looked at Richard. "If you dare to disobey Gillian, I will take those stupid, baggy shorts down and smack your bare bottom until you cry. Do you understand me, Richard?"

Richard looked at her, his bottom lips was trembling with shame. "I promise Miss Charlotte, I will not runaway. I... I wouldn't even think of doing that."

"Well then Gillian, take hold of his hand and do your bidding. You have my full permission to pull down his shorts and smack his bare bottom if he is naughty in any way."

Richard blushed ever more deeply. In fact his face was such a picture of shame that Gillian knew that he must be near to fainting with humiliation. She was delighted with the scenario. Oh the poor boy. Well he will just have to grin and bear it. The reality is, she thought wickedly, that he most certainly will have to 'bare' it!

Gillian moved forward and confidently took hold of his hand. Her dainty fingers wrapped around his, holding him securely. She watched him blush at their contact. Gillian had a great many questions in her mind as she led the boy to the doorway of the changing room. Why not take him straight through the other door which leads directly into the Gymnasium instead of having her walk him all the way around the corridors.

She got him through the door and then tightened her grip. "What were Miss Judith and Miss Charlotte doing in there with you? Did they see you with your shorts down? Did they see you bare?" Gillian could feel the tremble of his body transmit through his hand as he blushed in humiliation. "Well... did they see you without any clothes on?"

Richard trembled in horror at her question. "You had better answer me Richard." She looked at his face, almost halting their progress as she spoke to him.

"I can spank you if I want to. Miss Charlotte said so." She stopped him completely and turned towards him until she was facing him. Their bodies were now pressed together. Before he could speak or protest she had slipped her free hand down the back of his shorts and smoothed her palm over his bare bottom cheeks. She had held his hand down firmly so that it was an easy manoeuvre. With her body pressed close to his she explored his bared flesh.

Richard jolted with horror. "Oh please Gillian, oh please don't." She took her hand out of his shorts, but kept the front of her body pressed to his. She suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him softly on the lips. "There you are Richard, you've been kissed by a girl. If you don't want me to put my hand down the front of your shorts next time, you had better start answering my questions." She moved her body away from his, but kept her eyes upon him. She could see that he was under a huge cloud of embarrassment and shame as she looked at his bright red face.

"Well Richard, did the prefects see you with your pants down, I already know that you are not wearing anything under these shorts?"

Richard looked away and then spoke. "Yes."

"Yes what, Richard?"

"Yes Miss Charlotte and Miss Judith saw me without any clothes. I didn't want them to, but they were helping the nurse."

Gillian was intrigued and had really only just started her cross-examination of the young boy. Her mind raced full-ahead. So... the best looking boy in the academy is prepared by the nurse and two prefects. Why? What was the preparation and why Richard? She moved back to his side and led him forward.

"What was the preparation, Richard. You had better answer me. If you don't, I will wait here until some of the girls walk past. I will tell them you have been a naughty boy and that I need their help to take your shorts down... as I am now in full authority over you and am allowed to spank you."

Richard blushed. He had never felt so vulnerable or belittled by such a young girl. It was as if she was the elder and he was the junior. She was definitely in charge right now. He knew, that as it was now lunch hour, that there was an distinct possibility of meeting some of the other girls.

The words eventually came out in a rush. "Oh Gillian, they gave me an enema, they put their fingers in my bottom. The nurse told them to do it. Then they shaved me... erm down there."

Gillian did not want to stop the flow, and she knew that now was the best time to pursue it. "Did they touch your willy, did they make it go stiff? Tell me now Richard, and I will stop asking you questions."

Richard blushed mightily. "Yes Miss." Gillian thrilled. He had called her Miss... and yes, they had touched his willy.

"Only one more question, then I have finished." She looked at him as he tried to avoid her gaze, but gave up when she stopped him in the middle of the corridor. "Who made it go stiff?"

He looked at her, his lips trembling. "They both did Miss. Miss Charlotte held my.... oh... ah penis and testicles, while Miss Judith put her fingers... erm, in my bottom. Then Miss Judith held my penis and my erm... testicles while Miss Charlotte opened my bottom and put the nozzle in."

Gillian watched a tear run down his cheek and knew that it had taken great effort for the boy to admit the details of his humiliating preparation.

She moved in front of him and held his hand down firmly. She pressed her body up against his and tiptoed to kiss him on the lips. Before he could protest, she slipped her free hand into the front of his shorts and grasped his penis firmly in her hand.

"Don't move." She whispered fiercely, as she felt his body immediately jolt in shock. "Just stay there and don't you dare move." She moved her hand down and cupped his scrotum, feeling the soft testes as they moved within the tightened sac. Quickly she moved her inquisitive fingers back to his penis and squeezed it firmly. "Alright Richard, one more squeeze and I will let you go."

She closed her mouth over his and kissed him, forcing her tongue between his lips. At the same time her delicate fingers moved his foreskin down the shaft of his penis and squeezed. She could feel it begin to throb against her fingers. She reluctantly let her fingers trail upwards over his tummy as she retracted her hand from the waistband of his shorts.

"Oh how lovely, Richard; they've shaved you as smooth as an egg."

She delighted in the sudden mighty blush to his face and chest. She placed her fingers upon the back of his neck, pulling his head downwards as she kissed him deeply.

"There you are Richard, you are a nice boy and I will try and help you get over your shyness."

Richard was just trembling and blushing. He could not believe that Gillian had just done that to him. He was speechless... absolutely beyond words.

She squeezed his hand and pulled his other arm across her body so that she could now grasp him with her other hand. She was now able to place her left hand upon his bottom. She impudently slipped her fingers down the waistband of his shorts until her palm was pressed against the bare checks of his bottom. "Now put your free hand down around my waist and keep it there." She saw his face blush as he moved his arm that was trapped against her hip, and placed it tentatively around her waist; his face was blushing deeper and deeper as she felt his hand gently rest above the soft swell of her hip. "Come along Richard, you can hold me more firmly than that." She felt his hand press gently against her, delighted that he was so embarrassed by being made to do it.

They were now in the position of a courting couple, walking with their arms around each other. Except that his left arm was awkwardly stretched across his body, while her left hand was delving into the back of his shorts.

She led him on, stroking her hand over his bare flesh as they walked. She looked to her left, seeing his abject dismay and embarrassment.

"Come along sweetie, this is much nicer don't you think."

Richard was in such a dilemma. He could feel his penis begin to twitch, painfully aware that the burgeoning flesh was becoming stiffer by the second. He had a terrible feeling of guilt as well as embarrassment. He could not believe that he had his arm around the waist of a girl. Not in triumph as a boy might feel with a girl that had allowed his advances, but in meek acquiescence. Richard was painfully aware that he was in complete subjugation to this pretty thirteen-year-old. He felt the heat of his blushes burning his cheeks, while she nonchalantly smoothed her hand over the tender flesh of his bare buttocks.

Gillian was absolutely delighted with herself, exploring his bottom while they walked like two young lovers. She matched his step so that they were in symmetry, as she urged him forward with pats to his bottom. She made sure that she varied every movement of her fingers. She carefully monitored the front of his shorts, delighting in the obvious tenting as she continued her nonchalant but carefully constructed stimulation.

As they reached the annexe of the gymnasium, she turned him to face her. "Hands upon your head now Richard, you know I have full authority over you." She watched the wretched expression of shame grow upon his face as he hesitantly put his hands upon his head, wondering what she would do next. She pushed him backwards until the backs of his knees were against the bench. "Now... I have to make sure that you don't run away like a naughty little child."

She watched his face crumple during her pre-planned and deliciously nefarious action. She placed her hands to either side of his waist. "Keep your hands upon your head and sit down." She waited until his body was half seated, before she whisked his shorts down to his ankles.

He could do nothing to prevent her. The weight of his body was already half-seated. Cleverly her timing had prohibited him from doing anything to stop her. His balance had already been beyond the point of his fulcrum. He looked at her with incredulity as she pulled the baggy shorts from around his ankles. His legs had been held up off the floor by her firm grip upon the shorts. Cleverly, she had prevented him from standing up, until it was far too late.

She was delighted with the sight of his penis, jutting straight upwards from between his legs. She had but a moment to examine his nakedness, before his hands flew downwards to cover his genitals. He was quite beautiful and his penis was delightful. A little bigger than she thought it would be, but absolutely exquisite. His eyes were wide open in utter astonishment at his sudden exposure.

"I will allow you to keep your hands where they are, Richard. But on no account are you to play with your penis. I will spank you if you are still erect when I return."

She looked down at him, her delight at the naked perfection of his body made her tingle all over. She had no idea why she had mentioned him playing with his penis, but the deep blush of his humiliation thrilled her deeply.

"I presume that you will still be here Richard, I don't suppose there are many places where a naked boy can hide!"

She observed the tears of shame that ran down his cheeks. She placed her hand under his chin and raised his head to look into his eyes. "Be a good boy and sit quietly, I will not be long. I hope you will think about something else other than your stiff little Willy, otherwise it's 'over-my-knees' time."

Gillian walked through the door of the gymnasium, leaving the trembling form of a beautifully naked young boy, seated, in pure shame and embarrassment upon the bench. She felt so triumphant and euphoric at her handling of the boy. He was a full year older than her and nearly a foot taller... and yet, she had handled him as easily as a toddler.

Yes, she thought, what a thrill. The best looking boy ever! She had had him completely under her control! She was delighted with herself. Handling the boy, both physically and mentally, in such a manner as to leave him trembling and shaking with embarrassment. She folded the shorts and tucked them under her arm, before closing the door behind her.

She knew that the boy was to have a physical exam, but was surprised to see; not only the comprehensive amount of equipment, but also the expansive layout of furniture that had been prepared in the gymnasium. She could see that in the middle of the floor, was a large camera. This was set upon a wheeled-dolly and tripod. Cables were running from it to a computer seated upon the top of a table. To her right she saw the back of a beautifully tall and athletic girl, who was dressed in a safari suit. She was bending over and adjusting the centre of a large white backdrop that had been set against the right-hand wall of the gymnasium.

Beyond this area, three desks and been pushed together to form a long line finishing at a modern technical-looking examination table. Seated behind the desks were Miss Charlotte and Miss Judith. Next to them was a slender girl in a lab-coat with a stethoscope around her neck. Gillian immediately assumed that this was the doctor. She moved forward confidently towards her Pastoral Tutor whom, she saw, was standing and talking together with the Headmistress, Miss Hartman. With them was a very young-looking girl dressed in nursing uniform.

Miss Victoria Hartman, looked around as Gillian approached them. "Oh Gillian, I thought you were bringing Richard Chambers for his examination." Gillian, who was always very respectful of the headmistress, stood to attention in the usual way. Standing with legs astride and hands placed behind her back. She had easily managed to keep the boy's shorts tucked neatly under her arm, as she looked up at her Headmistress. "Oh, Miss Hartman, I left him to wait outside until I checked that the Doctor was ready for him. Shall I go and get him?"

"Well Gillian, that was a most sensible thought. Charlotte Browne was telling me that he was so embarrassed that she thought he might run away."

"Oh sorry Miss Hartman. Miss Charlotte warned me that he might, so I took his erm... shorts. I didn't think he would run anywhere without any clothes on, Miss."

"How on earth, prey tell me, did you manage that?" Miss Hartman was smiling at the thought, as was everyone else."

"I tricked him Miss Hartman. I told him to put his hands upon his head and to sit on the bench. As he was beginning to sit, I pulled them down ah... really quickly. He couldn't stop me until it was too late."

"Most enterprising of you Gillian. Now if you would go and give him them back so that he can get dressed. If you would wait with him for five minutes and then bring him to stand immediately in front of the desk where Doctor Robbins is seated. I would rather he did not know of any of this."

The headmistress waved her arm gracefully to encompass the preparation that had been readied. The examination table, the scales and measuring pedestal, the trolleys of smaller equipment with jars and tubes of differing properties and the camera. She also indicated the personnel that were in attendance and seated behind the desks. "Thank you, Gillian."

The Doctor suddenly interjected. "Just a moment, Miss Hartman. Would you mind asking this young girl to wait inside for a few moments."

Miss Hartman looked puzzled but spoke quickly. "Gillian just wait beyond the camera over there for a few moments, would you."

The headmistress waited until the girl had reached halfway down the hall and was out of earshot, before she turned to address Charlotte.

"As we have reached agreement upon the daily treatment of Richard Chambers, I think that Miss Webster would be the ideal person to inform him. Oh, there is one other thing. Francis Chambers has asked me if she may have two assistants with her when she... ah... treats Colin Zimmerman. So perhaps Charlotte, you would like to do the same. I thought that one of the younger girls would perhaps be apt to join you and Judith. It might prepare him for his treatment by Francis, when he goes home for the break. What do you think?"

Charlotte smiled at her headmistress. "Yes, I agree. It will certainly be easier physically, and with Richard it might just help him to realise that the ultimate authority over him will be 'any female' rather than just prefecture. I doubt that he will ever become comfortable with his treatment; so it will demonstrate the absolute and ultimate authority of any sanctioned female, regardless of their age."

The headmistress nodded in agreement as she turned her attention to Doctor Patricia Robbins. "Oh Patricia, I am going to see Coach now. What time will you require her attendance? I have made sure that she will be free for the rest of the day."

Doctor Robbins, looked across the Gymnasium floor to where the camera operator was addressing her laptop. "Oh Hazel, how long do you need before you are ready?"

They were all captivated by the tall athletic girl as she strode towards them. She smiled at everyone as she stood in front of the line of desks. "Unless anyone wants to take their clothes off for a test shot, I'm ready."

Her infectious humour had them all smiling as she turned to face the headmistress. "Sorry I was busy when you came in. I'm Hazel Furness, the camera 'op'." She held her hand out to the headmistress, who took it and returned her smile of greeting. "Victoria Hartman." The headmistress addressed everyone.

"I have to go. So what time shall I ask the coach to attend?"

Doctor Robbins answered her. "If you would ask her to come along in say... forty minutes, that would be fine. Before you go Victoria... I asked that the girl stayed, so that Hazel can get a test shot. Would you mind asking her to return here as you go out. I'm sure Hazel will get her co-operation."

Victoria smiled at her thoughts about Gillian. "Of course Patricia, I'm quite sure Gillian will oblige." She laughed as she spoke again. "Just don't let her have the file, she will be autographing copies for all the boys, if I know Gillian!"

Victoria turned to Miss Webster. "I have arranged for some refreshment for everyone. If there is anything else, please see to it would you, Jean."

Hazel watched as the headmistress stopped where the girl was standing and motioned for her to return to the line of desks.

As Miss Hartman exited the hall into the annexe, she saw the startled expression of the naked young boy. His hands were lightly covering his penis as he sat on the bench. She saw his eyes instantly glisten in shame as he looked up at her.

"Well boy! Do you not stand up for your headmistress?"

Richard did not know what to do or say. He suddenly jumped up, but kept his hands pressed to his groin.

"Come along Richard that is not the correct position - and you know it."

Her voice became sharper. "Get in position NOW."

Richard blanched with fright. He knew Miss Hartman was not to be trifled with. He quickly stood up, straight with shoulders back, his legs astride, and promptly placed his hands behind his back.

"Don't let your state of undress make you forget your manners, Richard. You may stay in that position until someone comes for you." She moved forward and to his side. She bent gracefully from the waist, and spanked him three times upon his bared buttocks.

"Slap... slap... slap." She stepped back and looked at him. "Always show courtesy... and always obey your superiors. If I hear anything to the contrary, you will be visiting my study. Is that clear?"

Richard suddenly became aware of the seriousness of his disrespect. Although she had only smacked him three times, the slaps were hard and had left his bottom stinging. "I am so sorry Miss Hartman, I apologise for my rudeness."

Miss Hartman nodded her acceptance of his apology. "Stand still while I look at you. She saw his face colour-up as she stepped back and began a slow appraisal of his body. She moved to each side of him as she continued her examination.

Richard could feel the blood rush to his face as he watched his Headmistress carefully examine him. He could see her tilt her head as she spent quite a few moments looking at his penis and testicles. He flinched as she reached forward and placed her fingertips upon his right nipple, she scored the flesh with her fingernail, several times, watching carefully as the flesh became erect. Richard could feel a pulse of arousal between his legs as he felt her fingers and smelled the heady perfume she was wearing.

"Turn around, but adopt the same position facing the wall."

Victoria waited until the boy had adopted the same position, but was now facing the wall of the annexe.

She moved forward and smoothed her hand over his buttocks, first one and then the other, marvelling at the firm, but pliant flesh.

"You keep yourself in good shape, Richard. I would like you to keep it up. A good mind, deserves a good body."

Richard was in a wretched state. He could feel his penis becoming plump and full. He dare not look down, but really he did not have to, to know that he was becoming embarrassingly erect.

"Right, turn around to face me and adopt the same position. You know I will smack your bottom if you disobey me."

Victoria, knew that her gentle stroking of his buttocks as well as that of his nipples would, by now, have produced the effect she desired.

Richard was quaking. He did not know the exact extent of his erection, but was shamefully aware that his penis had continued to engorge during the inspection by his beautiful headmistress. He turned around, making sure that he adopted the correct position to greet any member of the academy staff. He hardly dared to look at her as he got into position.

"Good boy Richard, now stand absolutely still. She looked down at his engorged flesh. His penis stood straight out from his pubis, leaving his plump and swollen testicles in open view. "Look straight ahead Richard." She made sure the boy obeyed before she stood to his side and gently lifted his bulging scrotum in her left hand. As I suspected Richard, you are maturing prolifically. I am taking measures that will ensure you do not have your mind on this..."

She moved further to his front and took a firm grip of his penis, feeling his body shudder in distress as she completed her sentence. "...rather than on your work." She squeezed the shaft, feeling an immediate answering throb of desire. She let go of him and stood back.

"It is not your fault, Richard. It is a manifestation of a young boy growing up. It is a mere physical reaction. And so Richard I am going to have it dealt with in a physical way. It is a procedure that is necessary for your wellbeing, so that you need not worry about becoming erect in the future and preoccupying your thoughts about your condition. Having physical concerns - is to the detriment of your work. And your work is your entire reason for being at this academy.

Don't worry Richard, I have everything in hand. Now I would like you to, stay 'as you are' - and 'where you are', until you are called for."

She gently stroked his burning cheek and smiled at him. "Cheer up Richard."

Abruptly she turned and continued on her way through the annexe.

Richard's anxiety totally obliterated any rational thought. He could not believe that the headmistress had handled his private parts so casually. Or had dismissed his erection as being a normal occurrence. She had left him nakedly and openly displayed. What if someone walked past? What if his penis did not go down before Gillian came to fetch him.?

Fortunately for Richard, he had extra time to compose himself. There was more going on in the gymnasium than Richard could possibly have realised.

Inside the gymnasium, Gillian walked briskly back towards the desks. She was intercepted by Hazel, who stopped her and took her arm. She walked her towards the screen, as she spoke to her.

"I need a test shot and the headmistress said you would help." The thirteen-year-old looked up and smiled at Hazel.

"Whatever you want. I don't mind missing a bit of class, with the Head's permission."

Hazel placed her in front of the screen and held her shoulders at arm's-length as she looked at her. "Do you know how tall you are?"

Gillian looked up at her. "I am five-feet and three inches."

Hazel smiled. "Well I will be able to tell you exactly, in a moment. Take your clothes off. I mean everything. When you are done, I will position you. You will have to hurry."

Gillian looked into the girl's beautiful face. Her own face had reddened slightly, but she was not going to make a fuss, however embarrassed she was feeling. She turned and laid the boy's shorts out on the floor. She unbuttoned her cuffs and quickly undid several of the buttons at the front of her white school shirt.

Hazel watched in growing appreciation as the girl quickly stripped herself bare. Her white high-cut panties were certainly very delicate for school-wear as was the lacy white bra. She saw that the girl's skin was flawless as she stepped out of her panties and reached behind her back to quickly unhook her bra.

She noted that the girl had placed all of her clothes on top of the boy's shorts. Ostensibly, she supposed, to stop them being touched by anything that might be on the floor. As the girl stood up, barefoot and naked, she turned to Hazel.

"I'm ready." Hazel smiled at her. "OK, I am going take a test shot. That normally means about ten different positions, but I don't really need to spend that amount of time. I am going to arrange you physically, rather than trying to tell you what to do which, just doesn't work. I normally don't bother explaining this to examinee's, but since you volunteered..."

Gillian gave her a rueful smile at the volunteer remark and spoke quite cheerfully. "It's 'hands-on' then, I guess."

Hazel smiled at young girl and held her arm as she led her further away from the pile of clothes. She took hold of her wrists and positioned her arms, so that her hands were upon her head. She then placed both of her hands between Gillian's thighs. Her fingers touched the soft mound of her pubis as she pressed against the inner flesh and motioned Gillian to part her legs.

"As far astride as you can manage." Hazel did not seem satisfied until her legs were widely splayed apart. "Right let me have a good look at you. You have beautiful legs and really long thighs. Yes you will look perfect with a little touch-up here and there."

Hazel noted that the girl's slender body really accented the bare, plush mound of her pubis. It was most unusually prominent, the plumpness of her labia was an absolute delight. Hazel decided that she was enjoying herself tremendously.

Gillian shivered as Hazel placed both hands on both of her breasts simultaneously. Without further explanation, she proceeded to tweak both of her nipples until the nubs of flesh were erect and standing out from breasts.

"Take a deep breath, nothing personal!"
With that statement, Hazel cupped her hand and squeezed the girl's pubis marvelling at the lush mound of flesh. She moved her hand slowly through her legs and then back again, her fingers deftly parting the lips of the young girl's labia as her hand moved to and fro. She increased both the speed and the firmness of her strokes as she looked into Gillian's face. She could see that the girl was already aroused as the lips of her labia parted readily and, she noticed, had already moistened her fingers.

"Normally I have to smack my subject's bottom at this stage, so try and keep still." Hazel knew that the girl would not be able to control her reaction, especially with the amount of stimulation she was rapidly applying to her deliciously plump vagina.

Hazel ignored the girl's shivers as she took her hand away and examined in-between her legs, before giving her nipples a final tweak and scoring her fingernails over the hardened nubs of flesh. "There that's made you perk-up and glisten nicely. Right hold it there and look at the camera lens."

Gillian could not believe how nonchalantly and intimately she had been aroused. Dutifully she looked into the lens as Hazel moved to the laptop.

Gillian had a notion. What if, rather than being embarrassed, she decided to take the opportunity to imagine herself to be a timid young boy who had been placed in this position.

As she began to fantasize, she felt a shiver of delight. The experience gave her a valuable and unexpected insight into the shame that a boy would feel in this position. It made her acutely aware, of just how easily a young boy would become totally humiliated by his reluctant arousal. Especially by Hazel's nonchalant, but expert stimulation.

The experience of standing naked while being made to acquiesce to deliberate stimulation and arousal by the prettiest of the staff and girls at the academy, would be especially shaming for young boys. She was thrilled by the fact, that a boy's outward manifestation of arousal is impossible to hide, and responds almost immediately to any stimulation. Yes, for a boy, it would be a pure and unadulterated exquisite humiliation. And being spanked into position, by a young girl, would be absolute anguish!

God! How I would just love to be here when Richard is photographed. Please, please, My Lucky Star, make it happen!

Gillian stood quite still, even though her legs were widely stretched apart, she maintained her exact position. Her eyes obediently looking into the lens, while Hazel viewed the monitor. Hazel held her body bent low in concentration as she swept the mouse across the pad.

It was quite a few moments before she seemed satisfied. "OK Gillian, relax. In fact, come and have a look." Gillian felt even more naked walking across towards the camera. She was suddenly aware of the interested audience, standing to her right. Rather than blush, she thrilled as she realised that everyone had watched the entire procedure. Her thoughts turned to her all consuming and prurient interest; Richard! How would he feel, how could he possibly bear the humiliation of all this female attention, while he was completely and utterly, stark naked?

"Here you are, see the stats at the side of the picture!" Hazel pulled Gillian closer to her, as she explained. "The subject doesn't need to stand straight for the camera to take measurements. The laser measures every parameter and the program works it all out. You are one-point-six-one-nine-two-five metres tall. In other words you've grown three quarters of an inch. You will probably grow to be around five-eight, maybe five-nine with lovely long legs. Would that suit you? I'm five-eight, by the way."

Hazel had put her arm around Gillian's waist as she had come to look at the large-screen laptop.

Gillian felt a shiver run through her body as now Hazel stroked her hand down over her bottom. She looked at the large image of her body upon the screen. The picture was so detailed that she could actually see each bead of moisture on the lips of her labia. She leaned her naked body against Hazel as she whispered in her ear. "My God, it's almost pornographic! Look what you have done to me."

Hazel smiled as she continued casually stroking her hands over the girl's firm buttocks. "I will just show you how detailed it can be." She zoomed in to show Gillian's left nipple. Every minute detail of the erectile nub of flesh was shown. It seemed to jump out of the screen. Hazel made quick swoops and clicks with the mouse. "There you are. Your nipple is standing out exactly one centimetre. Pretty impressive for a girl your age, what are you, thirteen, just?"

Gillian nodded, absolutely absorbed by the picture of her body. "Don't suppose you do ordinary poses?" She whispered softly. Hazel smiled, "Go and get dressed, the camera is fine. Fetch the boy in and then come back at four. I think you might qualify for a few frames as I think the doctor would probably like to see your measurements."

Gillian was just about to go and get dressed, when Miss Charlotte called out to her. "Come here for a moment will you, Gillian."

Gillian immediately altered her direction and went to stand in front of Miss Charlotte's and Miss Judith's desk. The position she adopted was quite normal when standing in front of a teacher - but entirely provocative when naked. She did not try to cover herself, but rather, she held the sexually strident pose; standing with her legs astride and her hands clasped behind her back. Her full breasts were naturally pushed forward and she was acutely aware that her nipples were still fully erect. She was delighted with the thought, that the plump peach-slices of her vagina were moist and glistening with arousal.

Charlotte had to stifle a giggle at the confident display. "I am impressed with the way you have handled Richard Chambers, Gillian. Now listen carefully to what I have to say. You have shown good initiative, so I am going to induct you into my team." She noted the young girl's avid interest as she continued.

"From seven a.m. tomorrow morning, until the day he leaves this academy, Richard Chambers will be made to ejaculate. The term that has been employed is 'Milked'. It has been brought to the attention of the headmistress, that boys are becoming distracted from their work by sexual urges. She has taken advice from Doctor Robbins and has instigated this regime. Doctor Robbins has also confirmed the view of the headmistress, that masturbation by young boys, is harmful."

She watched the young girl's sudden full comprehension of what would be happening, and the ensuing shiver of excitement that ran through her delicious naked body.

"To use the word precisely, Self-Masturbation, can, over time, cause the penis to mal-form and initiate other problems, such as tissue damage and disease. Therefore, boys that have reached puberty will be milked, at least once a day. The headmistress has also suggested that having a younger girl help with the milking procedure, will instil respect for the authority of females of all ages, when they have been put in charge of his welfare. Miss Judith and I will instruct you in the methodology and practice of extracting a maximum emission of semen from a young boy. I shall also give you study-texts upon the male anatomy so that you will become proficient. If you wish to take this on and become one of the team, I will need your verbal agreement.
Do you agree to take this on. Do you agree to study and become proficient?"

Gillian's silent prayer had been answered. She wanted to jump up and punch the air. Although, her better judgement showed through. "Agreed, Miss Charlotte, Miss Judith, thank you for your trust in me.

Gillian could not control her shiver of delight, nor could Charlotte stop her attention focussing on the plump pudenda of the young girl. "You may stay for the examination, so that you will be able to see first hand, the techniques we will be using upon Richard. Oh, and you do not need to see the Headmistress at four, pm."

"Shall I go to the annexe and fetch Richard now Miss?"

Judith smiled and answered her. "Yes Gillian, but not in that outfit!"

Miss Webster and the young nurse had stood admiring the exquisite body of the young girl as Charlotte had addressed her.

Joan Neville took a tissue from her equipment trolley and handed it to Gillian. The girl giggled as she wiped deeply between her labial lips. The nurse took the tissue back, obviously amused at lack of inhibition in the thirteen-year-old.

Gillian skipped off to hurriedly don her school uniform. She dressed quickly but still ensured that she was impeccably turned-out. Deliberately, she folded the wide waist-band of her skirt over, knowing that the hemline would now be so short, that it would finish just below the juncture of her thighs. She often thought of this as her jail-bait-look. She glanced guiltily at Hazel who had watched her do it. Hazel grinned, showing her beautifully white teeth. Gillian gave her a look of mock innocence as she walked towards the doors at the end of the hall. Suddenly she dashed back and picked up the boy's shorts, grinning cheekily at Hazel, as she passed by her again.

She almost rushed to the door and then walked silently for the last few paces. She was hoping to catch Richard unawares. She opened the door abruptly and was surprised to see that the boy was standing with his legs astride and with his hands behind his back. Gillian was most adept at thinking quickly and she surmised, quite correctly, that he had been ordered to stay in that position. Why else?

Probably, the Headmistress, she thought. She could see that he was about to move to cover himself.

"Stay as you are Richard, that is an order." She now felt fully empowered to do what she liked. After all she was now in authority, or certainly would be at seven a.m. tomorrow morning.

She saw him glance at her legs. She could see the furtive movement of his eyes and knew that he was being drawn to them like a magnet.

One thing she knew instinctively, was that she did not want him to be erect before the delicious Hazel got her hands upon him. Or perhaps the doctor would be first to handle his body. She looked down at his plump testes and sumptuous penis.

Will I really get to handle those and watch his face while he ejaculates? You bet I will!

"OK Richard. I don't want you to be embarrassed. So I will turn my back, while you put these on. Hurry up now, the doctor is waiting for you. Here take these."

She handed him the shorts, waiting while he took his hands from his head. She moved forward, passing him, and stood in the entrance of the annexe. Her position was deliberate, so that she blocked off his escape route, should he choose to flee. She gazed out at the cloisters, hearing him hastily shuffling about as he donned his voluminous shorts.

"Are you dressed now?"

"Ah... yes Gillian."

She turned towards him and spoke sternly. "Turn around and lean forward Richard. Place your hands flat against the wall. Come along now, you are wasting time."

Richard looked completely puzzled as he hesitantly obeyed her. He leaned forward, with his knees against the bench and placed the palms of his hands high up on the wall to brace himself.

He almost yelped in surprise as she pulled his shorts down to his knees in one swift movement. He was utterly shocked, but before he could protest she had encircled his waist with her left arm and had proceeded to spank his bottom with her right hand.

"Slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... "

"What did you call me, Richard?"

"Slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap..."

She continued to slap the cheeks of his bottom as she spoke. She was thrilled by each and every smack she delivered. His buttocks bounced excitingly against the palm of her hand. Oh Bliss, what absolute bliss!

"Answer me boy, what did you just call me?"

"Slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap..."

Richard was so embarrassed. He could not believe that he was being soundly spanked by a thirteen-year-old girl. His mind was in turmoil, he shivered and shook in shame and anguish.

How could it be? This surely was a travesty! That he was being spanked by Gillian. A thirteen-year-old junior girl, who was in the same class as his little sister.

Richard, suddenly came to a realisation, as the sound spanks to his bottom continued without the slightest hesitation. He could not believe that the sting and smarting of his bottom could grow to such an intensity... and there seemed to be no end in sight.

The young girl's chastisement of his bottom cheeks, with her quick, repetitive slaps, seemed to be incessant. She had asked him a question and he suddenly realised that she was not going to stop until she had an answer. Finally he broke, his voice sobbing and quavering, punctuated only by the staccato sound of her spanks to his bottom.

"Slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap...

"Oh... I am sorry Miss. I mean Miss Gillian. Please Miss Gillian no more please."

Her voice was interspaced with even harder spanks as she spelled it out to him.

"M... slap... I... slap... S... slap... S... slap, slap, slap, slap."

Gillian stopped abruptly. She was not quite sure how she would explain his reddened buttocks, but it did seem that her standing was good within the gymnasium.

"That's better Richard. Now, promise me, boy. Promise me that you will obey me without hesitation and with proper respect."

She waited for his reply.

His voice was full of emotion as he addressed her. "Please Miss Gillian I am very sorry. I promise I will obey you... and show you proper respect. I am very sorry Miss Gillian."

Gillian was delighted. She had him exactly where she wanted him... at least for the time being.

She pulled his shorts up before he could do it himself. How embarrassing for him, she thought. Having a young girl dress him!

"Now take my hand and come with me. My word, you are a naughty boy... and I really thought you liked me after I kissed you in the corridor."

She saw the extent of his blushes and the tears on his cheeks, as she turned him around to face her. She held his hand tightly as she touched the handle of the door to the gymnasium. She knew that he might balk at the sight that would greet him. She could see that his body was visibly trembling from the embarrassment of being spanked by a young second-form girl.

"Didn't you like me kissing you Richard? I am so upset, I really thought you liked me."

Richard was so embarrassed he could hardly speak. Her kiss was the first kiss he had ever had from a girl. Of course he had been completely enthralled by it. But his embarrassment was such that he had not dared to say so.

"Well Richard, don't you like me?"

Richard blushed again. There was no space left anywhere that was not already suffused in redness. The blush, instead, merely became deeper. He spoke softly, almost in a whisper of awe. "Oh Miss Gillian it was erm... beautiful... erm Miss... it was lovely. Is it alright to say that Miss?

Gillian was euphoric. A conquest yes, she had had plenty of those from junior boys. But now the beautiful Richard Chambers, the Holy Grail of boys..., had fallen under her spell. Of course he would suffer for it. But it would be such a joy for her to be able to play with him as she wished.

She quickly wiped the tears from his cheeks with her hand and then quickly kissed him on the lips. She could see the profound effect her kisses had upon him. Such a timid boy, she thought.

She opened the door and quickly pulled him though. She squeezed his hand tightly, as she almost rushed him up through the hall of the gymnasium. She could see him wildly looking left and right as she moved him quickly past the large camera and onward until they were finally both stood in front of the doctor's desk.

The nurse and Miss Webster were stood to one side of the desks and both were looking at her in quiet amusement as she hustled the boy to the spot that had been allocated.

Gillian spoke presumptuously in front of the doctor as she instructed him.

"Hands behind your back, feet astride, come along Richard, you are standing in front of the doctor."

Richard obeyed. He would have naturally adopted that position anyway. But to be told to do it in front of the doctor and Miss Webster, by a young girl, made him shiver with shame. He saw, to his horror, that Miss Charlotte and Miss Judith were in attendance and seated at the next desk to the doctor . He was absolutely mortified that Miss Webster, his beautiful pastoral tutor was there also. He just hoped and preyed that Miss Gillian would be leaving before they started.

He had not noticed the nurse who was seated near the weighing-scales. She was sat primly with her hands upon her lap as she watched the proceedings. There was trolley standing to the side of her which, held a variety of instruments, as well as gauges, gauzes and unguents.

Doctor Robbins leaned forward and looked at the forms on the desk in front of her. "Right your name is Richard Chambers. How old are you Richard?'

Richard looked at the doctor who had got his full attention.

"Fourteen years and three months, ah... Doctor."

"...And how tall are you?"

"Five feet and ten inches, Doctor."

"Well the nurse will be examining you first, so if you would go over there and stand in front of her please. Stand up straight and put your hands upon your head. Right off you go." She looked at Miss Webster meaningfully as she turned her head towards Gillian. Her voice was softly spoken so that the boy would not hear her.

"Pop over there and see Hazel. She has said that you may help her this afternoon."

Gillian could not help grinning as she skipped over to see Hazel.

Richard walked over towards the nurse, he was aware that Miss Webster was not far behind him. He came to stand in front of the young nurse, acutely aware that she did not look old enough to be nursing, in fact she reminded him more of Gillian. She looked up at him and gave him a professional smile.

"OK young man. Yes, that is the position I want. Now stay still, while I ask you some questions." She paused and looked across at Miss Webster, who immediately stood beside Richard and placed her hand on top of his, that he had obediently placed on top of his head.

Richard, looked at her attentively. Gillian had taught him a lesson, even if he would have not like to admit it. The young nurse smiled reassuringly at him and said. "Just listen to me and do what I say and I am sure we will get along fine. Miss Webster is here to help you as your pastoral tutor. So she as asked that you pay her no attention, during your examination.

Richard glanced at Miss Webster and then returned his attention to the nurse. "Now, it's Richard, isn't it.?" Richard replied with a prompt, "Yes Nurse"

"Tell me Richard, do you know how to do the exercise Jumping-Jacks and running on the spot? One of the boy's told me that you do them to warm up, before you do your sports"

"Yes nurse we all do something to warm-up."

"Good boy, now just look up to that beam in the ceiling." Richard, looked upward and immediately felt the nurses slender fingers slip inside the waistband of his shorts. Without having time to look down from the beam, he felt his shorts being lowered quickly, until they were around his ankles.

"Just lift your foot." The Nurse had already got her hands around his right ankle as she spoke. Richard had involuntarily started to remove his hands from his head, only to feel Miss Webster tighten her grip around his fingers. "Good boy and now the other one please."

Richard wanted to look around to see if anyone had witnessed his ignominious stripping. He could not move with Miss Webster's tight grip upon his hands.

The nurse's voice was bright and cheerful as she placed his shorts beneath the shelf of the trolley which, had been placed next to her.

"Good boy, Richard. Now I want you to start your Jumping-Jacks until I tell you to stop. I need a very elevated heartbeat, so you are required to jump as high as you can. Have you got that?"

Before he could possibly have had time to reply, Miss Webster had released his hands and had smartly spanked his bottom three times.

"Slap... slap... slap..."

"Come along Richard. I want you to obey the nurse straight away."

Richard could not believe that Miss Webster had spanked him. She was always so nice to him, she had never spanked him or even raised her voice. Richard was stupefied. He wanted to explain himself, but again his experience with Gillian made him begin the exercise.

He felt absolutely stupid and gauche as he began to jump up and down, his legs parting and his arms stretching outward and upward, as he completed the first Jumping-Jack.

His mind was in a turmoil of embarrassment as he began to take in the fact that he was stark naked. That he was being made to do the most embarrassing of exercises in front of the pretty nurse and his beautiful pastoral tutor.

The Nurse spoke to him once more. "Higher please, much higher Richard, I need you to be completely out of breath. Come along now. I don't want Miss Webster to have to smack your little bottom again."

Richard was already incandescent with shame and humiliation. He could feel his penis begin to slap against his thighs, sometimes alternately, as his feet left the floor - and then slap loudly against his stomach as he descended. He could not ignore the vision of the pretty young nurse, seated so demurely in front of him. She did not seem the least bit perturbed by his nakedness, or the sight of his penis slapping wildly against his body.

Her eyes seemed to alternate between looking at his face and then looking at his genitals. Richard was the last person in the hall to realise what the outcome of his exercise would be. But it did dawn on him eventually. Even though his mind had given him no clue, all of a sudden, his body did.

He felt a growing sensation in his penis. He had given it no thought until then, perhaps blighted by the utter embarrassment of what he was being made to do. Now, he suddenly realised that he was reluctantly becoming aroused by the constant slapping of his penis against his body. He was about to stop the exercise, perhaps to explain his predicament, he did not know why.

It was if Miss Webster had read his thoughts, that he felt three more sharp smacks to his buttocks. "Come along boy, what on earth is wrong with you. Now put some energy in to it, or I will have to take you over my knees in front of the nurse of all things." She slapped him again. "Now come along."

In a thick and misty shroud of shame, he began to jump higher... at last doing the exercise as he would normally perform it. He knew. The embarrassment and shame had clouded his mind. But he knew. They had expected it, they did not care that his penis was becoming erect. His shame and his feelings would not preclude them from making him do exactly what they wanted. He could feel his penis stiffening, it was waving about in the air, still meeting his thighs and his stomach, but with a rigid thud, rather than the slapping that he had first been aware of.

He could not help looking at the nurse. She did not seem to have changed her expression. She merely glanced at her watch, before continuing to watch his naked body. She looked up to his face for a few moments, before looking back down at his naked body as he bounced up and down upon the sprung floor of the gymnasium.

Suddenly she raised her hand and stood up before she spoke to him. "That will do." She waited until he came to a stop. "Give me your wrist, quickly now."

The pretty young nurse took his wrist and held it outwards. "Hold it there, Richard."

Richard was about to cover his penis, but as he looked down he felt Miss Webster take hold of his other wrist and pull it to his side. "Keep your hand by your side, Richard." He looked at his penis in shame. It was almost fully erect and was standing straight from between his thighs. He fought the impulse not to look at Miss Webster, but his shame was such that he just had to see whether she was looking at him. Whether she had seen his erect penis. He looked.

Her expression of amusement, and her words of condolence just shamed him to the core. "Now Richard, you are just a young boy, and young boys get erections. It is a normal physical response."

Richard blushed so mightily he felt faint. Miss Webster let go of his hand while the nurse turned him around so that he was facing towards the desks. They led him forward. He looked down in shame; his face was burning with embarrassment. It was a fact that he was totally petrified with the acute awareness of his nakedness; his penis was so hard and erect, that it was waving from side to side as he walked.

It seemed to Richard, that everyone would think that he was exhibiting himself deliberately. He dare not look up, and so his field of vision was confined to the object of his shame. He watched his penis as it stood out from his body, the shaft was waving from left to right as he moved. He could see that his foreskin was drawn back, baring the tip which, seemed to amplify the sway of his engorged flesh. He trembled as he felt a sudden throb. It seemed to come out of nowhere. To his horror, he could actually see the head of his penis move up and down of it's own volition. He saw the desks appear in his view and was terrifyingly aware that they had come to a halt in front of the doctor's desk.

However hard he fought with his emotions he could not control the shiver of utter anguish that encompassed his body as he looked up. He immediately saw Miss Charlotte and Miss Judith. Both of the girls were looking directly at his erect penis. They had smirks of derision upon their pretty faces as they raised their heads. Slowly and deliberately, as if synchronised, they looked directly into his eyes.

Richard felt his lips begin to quiver and tears of shame fill his eyes.

The Doctor came around from her desk and wasted no time in applying her stethoscope to his heaving chest.

"Chin up, Richard and keep still." The doctor proceeded to move the stethoscope across his chest. "What was his pulse, nurse?' Nurse Neville addressed the doctor. "It was ninety-two on completion of the exercise." The doctor looked across to Charlotte and was about to repeat the result. However, she smiled as she saw that Charlotte was already filling in the results.

The doctor moved behind the naked boy and placed the stethoscope on his back. Richard shivered as her gentle hands smoothed over his skin. Her left hand moved around his waist and upwards, until her delicate fingers were able to toy with flesh of his nipples.

Charlotte and Judith were joined by the school nurse who pulled up a chair to sit next to Charlotte. They all looked at the boy as the doctor listened to his lungs. It seemed to Miss Webster, as she looked at everyone, that they were all delighted by the physical perfection of the boy's face and body. His skin was smooth and entirely clear of any imperfection.

It was without exception, that they all thrilled in examining every inch of the naked fourteen-year-old boy. With helpless obedience, he stood, legs astride with his penis jutting forward. Charlotte had noted that the doctor had deftly erected the flesh of both his nipples.

"Heart rhythm. Sinus arrhythmia for function" She called out as she let her stethoscope hang down between her breasts. The school nurse looked down at Charlotte's neat hand writing and confident spelling. She slipped her hand around her waist and squeezed her with appreciation. Charlotte added to her notation, having already noted erectile flesh of areola and nipple and her first notation of penile engorgement. She looked up at the doctor and spoke.

"Doctor, shall I include normal observations as well as your instructions?" The doctor walked over to Charlotte and turned the forms around and looked at her notations written neatly under 'General Observation'. Doctor Robbins smiled at her. "Yes Charlotte, absolutely perfect. Perhaps you can also look at the psychological observations too. If you need any medical terms, just ask me. Excellent notes, Charlotte, and thank you, Nurse Summers for your excellent arrangements."

The doctor turned to Richard. "Right, I want you running on the spot. You are obviously very fit, but I must get your heartbeat up to over a hundred. So forget your obvious embarrassment and give me five minutes of strenuous exercise. Off you go."

Richard's heart sank at the doctor's instruction. Her natural authority had completely expunged any wilful disobedience. In fact he had realised the futility of any resistance to his beautiful and determined tormentors. He began to run on the spot. He forced his knees as high as he could. Blindly, he performed the exercise as he would do in normal circumstances. He was exerting himself exactly as per the Doctor's instruction.

Hazel leaned towards Gillian as the boy began running on the spot. "Can you see alright?"

Gillian could not hide her excitement as she watched the naked boy. He was absolutely perfect. She thought that it was such and exquisite thrill to watch him exercise while naked. What must it have been like in ancient Greece, watching the athletes performing totally naked. She could feel her stiffened nipples rub sensuously against the front of her shirt.

How nice to be free of her bra. It was while the boy had been in front of the nurse, being stripped of his shorts, that Hazel had whispered to Gillian. "Take your bra off... you can put it in one of the drawers of the desk. Here let me help you." Hazel had lifted her shirt at the back and slipped her hand upwards, undoing the hook in a swift movement. "Just slip it down your front. No one will notice." They were like a couple of naughty schoolgirls as they hid the bra in the drawer of Hazel's desk.

Hazel had moved Gillian closer to the doctor's desk as Richard started his second exercise. Everyone watched as the boy continued with his exercise for a good five minutes before the doctor brought it to a halt.

She had him place his hands upon his head as she listened to his heart. After a few moments she timed his pulse and called to Charlotte. "Pulse from one-ten down to eighty in twelve seconds. Sinus arrhythmia." She listened for a while longer as the nurse brought her rolling stool over to her.

Gillian could see that the boy was blushing from head to foot as the doctor sat upon the stool and placed her hand under his scrotum. "Legs wide apart please, Richard." The boy shivered and blushed as he obediently spread his legs wide apart - and, at the same time, felt the cool hand of the doctor, grasp his testes in her slender fingers.

"Turn your head to the left Richard." He blushed as he turned his head towards Miss Webster and the pretty young nurse. "Cough please... come along now, I want a nice big cough." Richard shuddered as he felt the doctor gently stroke her hand between his legs as she gave the instruction. Her fingers seemed so gentle and so very arousing as they felt around between his legs.

It was without warning that the doctor let go of his testes and suddenly grasped his erect penis with both hands. He shuddered and shook with sensation, as his foreskin was efficiently retracted until the skin was stretched tight. He could feel his penis throb against her fingers as she deftly held the skin back and ran her fingertips over the urethral opening.

Richard shook violently.

The doctor seemed to ignore Richard's fevered gyrations as she examined his penis, nonchalantly applying stimulus to the rigid flesh. Miss Webster could not help herself as she slapped the young boy's buttocks. The thrill of spanking him, although she knew that he could not help his reaction to the doctor's ministrations, was just too hard to resist. She spanked his bottom again, revelling in the absolute thrill it gave her.

The doctor's voice was quite matter-of-fact as she spoke to Charlotte. Her long, slender fingers were examining the boy's genitals with casual indifference to his feelings. "Penis tissue is now fully erectile and shows no abnormalities. Prepuce is mobile and exhibits moderate circumcision, probably performed in infancy."

The doctor looked over her shoulder to see Hazel standing behind Gillian. "Oh Hazel, I think you had better do preliminary genitalia measurements now, as we will have to perform the first extractions fairly soon. Otherwise I fear we may lose our chance of a properly controlled and fully prostatic instigated emission."

Hazel knew exactly what the doctor meant. In fact everyone was aware that the boy was not far from ejaculating involuntarily.

Hazel moved forward in front of Gillian and took the boy's wrist in a firm grip. Her instructions were equally firm and had Richard blushing profusely. "Keep your hand away from your penis and come with me." She led him to the backdrop and gestured that Gillian should follow her. Gillian looked into the boys embarrassed face as Hazel stood him facing towards her. She realised that he had been positioned so that the camera could capture a side view. Hazel had him place his hands upon his head with his fingers interlaced.

She moved towards Gillian and whispered in her ear. "Get his nipples nicely erect... just the same way I did to you. Then, when I get to the computer, give his penis one or two very light strokes. Just with your fingertips. Got it?"

Hazel turned back to the boy. "I have asked Gillian to touch you in certain places. You will stay as you are and not move. If you do, I shall spank you... and I do mean a very sound spanking, so you have been warned."

Gillian interrupted her. "He is to call me Miss Gillian." Hazel hid her amusement as she looked into the boy's blushing face. "You will, of course, always have proper respect for Miss Gillian, won't you Richard?"

Richard could hardly speak, but managed a quiet. "Yes Miss."

Gillian watched Hazel walk away to her camera and computer. She looked into the boy's blushing face and spoke to him. "I think you are well aware what will happen to you, should you disobey me."

She moved forward and looked directly into his eyes. "I have been ordered to touch you in certain places, so don't try and evade me. Do you promise? Or shall I go ahead and spank your bottom until it is red all over. Just like I spank any of the naughty little boys that I babysit. "

She could see that the boy was in an absolute anguished state of embarrassment as he answered her with a softly-spoken, "Yes". The sound emanated from between his trembling lips.

Gillian was in rapture as she raised her right hand and caressed his left nipple with the back of her fingers. She followed suit with her other hand and looked into the boy's face as she felt the two nubs of flesh begin to harden. After several gentle strokes, she let her fingernails score over the erected flesh until she could see that his nipples were now both fully erect.

Gillian was aware that the boy had glanced downward, once or twice, as she had played with his nipples. She suddenly realised that her own nipples were pushing against the front of her shirt. She looked down quickly, noting that the darker flesh was clearly visible through the material.

So that what has had his attention, she thought. "Well Richard, I hope you are not having disrespectful thoughts... are you. I have to touch you now, so make sure you keep still. I am sure you are aware that Miss Hazel will smack your pretty bottom if you disobey."

Gillian looked down at his erect penis. She was aware that she had hardly any room for error. His penis was pointing upward towards her. The foreskin had retracted and the corona was fully visible. Carefully she reached beneath the flesh and scored her fingernails against the underside of the erect penis. He jerked his hips involuntarily, but she could see that he was fighting the impetus to draw his body away from her touch. She repeated the movement, her nails starting from the scrotum and combing the underside of his penis. This time she allowed her fingers to brush over the exposed head.

"Ahh... ooooh." He shivered, a fine quiver of emotion running through his body as she repeated the motion of her hand. She saw that his penis had begun to throb. She turned to Hazel and was surprised to see that the doctor and Miss Webster had joined Hazel at the computer desk.

"Will that be alright Miss Hazel?" Hazel smiled and gestured for Gillian to move backwards.

"Yes that's fine just stay there for a second or two Gillian and then I will come and reposition him."

Miss Webster was absorbed by the image on the monitor screen. A perfect picture of a perfect face and body.
His penis fully erect, his testicles bulging in their tight scrotal sac, drawn up tightly with his reluctant arousal. Delicious!

Hazel walked over to him and turned him to face the camera. Gillian saw him blush with shame as she saw Miss Webster and the doctor watching him. Suddenly Hazel smacked the cheeks of his bottom. "I want your feet wide apart, come along now." Gillian could see his lips trembling as Hazel manoeuvred him until his legs were at full stretch. She moved towards Gillian and whispered in her ear.

"He is too sensitive for you to touch his penis. Just stroke his bottom a few times and perhaps his nipples again. But he is right on the edge of ejaculating."

Gillian nodded and moved towards the boy as Hazel returned to the camera. Gillian was pretty sure that Richard's emotions were fully stretched. She stood to his side and whispered to him.

"Just be a good boy and keep still sweetie, It will all be over soon."

She stroked her hand gently over his buttocks. She could feel his body shiver from her gentle touch. Gillian saw that his penis had not really stopped throbbing since she had first touched him. She looked at Hazel and saw that she was satisfied with the image she had on the monitor. Gillian moved out of the way of the camera view.

Things happened very quickly as soon as Hazel pronounced that the images were fine. Charlotte and Judith walked across from their desk and took the boy's arms at either side. They briskly led him to their desk and bent him over it until his chest was flat to the surface. They had spread his legs wide until his bottom was nicely placed to the doctor's satisfaction. Miss Webster looked rather surprised as she was suddenly handed a kidney shaped dish by the nurse. Nurse Neville also pushed the stool towards her and indicated that she should sit.

By the time Jean Webster had seated herself, the doctor had appeared with her gloved hand raised to avoid spilling the glistening lubricant that coated her fingers.

"Testes and dish please Miss Webster. Don't be surprised if there is very little, if any, warning."

"Oooomph... hooo... oooh"

"Just relax now , Richard."

The words were redundant as in fact, two fingers had fully penetrated Richard's bottom before the doctor had finished speaking. He felt his head being turned to the side and saw the lovely face of Miss Charlotte as she held his head. The soft palms of her hands holding his blushing cheeks so that he was looking into her eyes. "Relax for the Doctor, Richard."

The intrusion of the doctor's fingers up into his bottom was quickly followed by the gentle finger's of Miss Webster's hand, encompassing his testicles.

Then it happened! The most vivid and traumatic event in Richard's young life. It happened without respite or warning. Without one vestige of prior experience. Without one inkling of the emotional trauma or the vastness of this singular event.

The doctor's words, although not addressed to him were shaming and humiliating. "Keep a firm pressure please Miss Webster... and you, Nurse Neville. Little boy's are often very naughty and try and evade their procedures by wriggling their bottoms. Don't let him try and escape the full measures of your expertise ladies. I want a full and comprehensive extraction!"

The multiple sensations seemed as if they were synchronised. The fingers, firmly ensconced within his bottom, suddenly seemed to press against the very core of his virgin, rectal passage; a stimulation beyond his juvenile comprehension. At the same time, a long slender hand had fully retracted his foreskin. The bared tip of his penis was being firmly grasped below the head to make it fully immobile, so that it was openly available for stimulation In fact, the penis was being held so firmly, that any naive attempt at evasion was impossible.

An incredible and overwhelming sensation was being applied to the ultra-sensitive coronal rim of the glans. If that was not enough, there came the epitome of his sexual torment; an agonizing and almost unbearable friction, was cruelly being applied to the very tip of his penis.

Richard's body was locked into a seemingly eternal sexual exhortation. Each insistent caress, each urgent squeeze, each callous prod and poke had him writhing in sexual torment. He was not allowed to evade, even one single sensation.

He had no knowledge of the accomplished procedure that was being enacted upon his body. It was deft and dextrous, an utterly inescapable and practised stimulation to every erogenous nerve ending of his body.

The doctor plied her two fingers expertly against his virgin prostate. Her fingers deft and urgent, reaming with an irresistible pressure against the very core of his sexual being.

"Ooooohhhh... ah... ah... ooh. Hooo... hoo... sssssss... ah!" Although varied and plaintiff, his gasps and cry's, were completely ignored

Nurse Neville, subtlety used both hands upon the coronal rim and urethral tip of his penis. Her experience outwitted the timidity of the young boy's sexual inhibitions. Her fingers were unhindered as Doctor Robbins kept the foreskin fully and firmly retracted.

Miss Webster squeezed and cajoled his testes to give up their seed. Her stimulation seemed as if she had a prescience or insight into his inner feelings. The final ingredient to this onslaught of sexual torments, was Charlotte's soothing voice. Her whispered endearments, as her fingers stroked his cheeks, was as if he were merely a child. Her words and delicate touches were truly inspirational.

"Poor baby. Never mind you have to keep your little bottom relaxed. There, there! Now be brave while the nurse attends to your little penis. She has to have a thorough ejaculation. Aren't you a lucky boy to have such a pretty nurse to look after you. She knows just how to treat little boys like you. So be a good little soldier. Miss Webster is taking good care of your squidgy little-boy testes for you. Hold tight now, this last little bit makes little boys' bottoms feel funny inside. But it is all for your own good, so be a brave little boy."

The tortured ejaculation was heralded by a wail of anguish from the young boy. Suddenly his wailing stopped as his body became rigid and seized, as if he was having a fit.

"Ooooohhhhh... ahhhhh... oh... oh"

Gillian had managed to find a space where she could see his face. The anguish and the guilt at the realisation of what his body was doing, was written so plainly that she felt a tremor run through her entire body. It was no coincidence that Charlotte felt a similar thrill as the boy continued to ejaculate. It was such a prolonged and drawn-out, tortured emission that was being calmly collected by Miss Webster in the stainless steel dish, that the girls had the delight of watching the whole expert sexual extortion of his naive emotions. His writhing and shivering as his semen was dextrously wrested from his body, delighted them all.

Richard's shame was all consuming. Being observed by Miss Charlotte and Miss Gillian while he ejaculated, seemed to amplify his guilt. The bare fact, that he was being observed by everyone, brought his humiliation to new depths of emotion.

There was no let-up from his tormentors. They applied their varied expertise until the final reluctant contractions were eventually stilled. Doctor Robbins, spoke gently but firmly to the young boy.

"I will have to check your emission, so perhaps we can get you up on the table for a little rest." She looked at the assembled females as she gently withdrew her fingers from his bottom.

Miss Webster carefully held the dish level as she withdrew it from beneath his shivering body.

Richard felt physically drained. His first sexual experience had overwhelmed him and yet his foremost emotions were of guilt and embarrassment.

They have all seen me. They all know what I have done. How will I ever, ever live this down! How can I ever face them again?

His eyes focussed upon Charlotte and Gillian as he felt hands everywhere upon his naked body; holding him up and moving him towards the examination table.

He listened to the Doctor's words as they helped him to the examination table.

"I will let him rest for a little while and then we can do his exercise measurements. Charlotte, I would like you to take charge of the next extraction. Perhaps now would be a good time for Miss Webster to have a word with him."

It was only a few moments after he had been laid flat upon the examination table, that Miss Webster leaned over the prostrated young boy. Her delicate touch upon his cheek made him open his eyes to look up at her beautiful face. He blushed immediately.

The next ten minutes had the poor boy in throes of anguish and embarrassment as Miss Webster explained what would be happening to him on a daily basis. His blushes became deeper and more profuse as he listened to her in utter astonishment and embarrassment.

"So Richard, that should take your mind away from any distractions caused by this little fellow."

Nonchalantly, she laid her hand upon his penis and squeezed it as she drew it up away from his groin. She held it for a moment and then let it lay back down over his bulging scrotum.

She could see his utter humiliation at her actions as she continued.

"The only thing that I have left to say is that: this regime is a edict from the Principal. If you are recalcitrant, you will be spanked, perhaps even paddled. Whatever the punishment, it will be severe and, I would imagine, very shaming for you."

She looked around as Hazel approached the examination couch. Gillian was following closely behind her. As Hazel came to stand over the boy, she spoke to Miss Webster.

"He has had a good rest, so I would like to get him measured and recorded. Am I alright to take him now?"

She did not wait for a reply but took hold of the boy's arm. "Come with me Richard, we have quite a lot to get through."

Richard was dazed by all the embarrassments he had suffered. It would be true to say, that each casual humiliation had been compounded by the next. His self esteem was down to minus zero. He shivered in trepidation as the young and assertive Miss Hazel nonchalantly looked at his naked body. He felt more than naked, the bared shaved flesh of his pubis seemed to make his penis and testicles stand out prominently, even though his penis was not erect.

He blushed as Gillian took his other arm and he was led like a prisoner to the central area of the gymnasium. With one girl on either side of him, holding each of his arms, he still managed to struggle as he saw the familiar face of Miss Fanwright. She had the remote control in her hands and was lowering the gymnastic 'steady-rings' down from the ceiling.

Suddenly his body became rigid with shock. He stopped walking and tried to pull back. He gasped in alarm. "Oh please nooo... oh please... Miss Fanwright is here. Oh please can't we wait?"

Hazel had not expected such a reaction from the young boy, but Gillian had. She knew exactly why the boy was reacting so forcefully. Before Hazel could react, Gillian had smacked the boy across his bare buttocks.

"Come along Richard, surely you don't want Miss Hazel to have to spank you... do you?"

Hazel moved back a pace so that she could look at Gillian without the boy seeing her face. Gillian caught the enquiring look and spanked the boy again.

Hazel quickly acclimatised herself to the situation. She spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Miss Fanwright is here to help with you with your exercises, Richard. She will be with you throughout the Doctor's appraisal and the measurement protocol. So I think you had better get used to the idea and smartly too! Surely you know that you are not allowed to use the equipment without qualified personnel in attendance."

Miss Webster had walked up behind them, just as the boy had stopped and protested in his shock at seeing Miss Fanwright. She moved in front of them and looked at Richard. "Oh dear Richard, I was hoping that it would not come to this."

She looked across to her left, where Charlotte and Judith had been talking with the doctor and the two nurses. "Charlotte dear, would you mind bringing your chair over here. I have a discipline matter to take care of."

She looked at Richard again and spoke firmly. "Stand to attention, with your hands behind you. I don't want to see or hear one more iota of protest from you. You are a very naughty boy and you are in real trouble."

Richard was mortified by the way his beautiful pastoral tutor had spoken and looked at him. He was absolutely shamefaced as he stood in the prescribed position. His cheeks were one blush of bright red and his body trembled with shame and guilt.

The doctor and the two nurses followed Charlotte and Judith. Charlotte placed the chair on the floor and stood back. The doctor quickly spoke to Miss Webster. "I would like to postpone this little matter, until after we have the images." She turned to Richard. "No more nonsense, promise me Richard. Now go with Miss Gillian and Miss Hazel, quickly now.

Richard was blushing and trembling to such an extent, that Hazel felt that he might faint with embarrassment as they approached Grace Fanwright. Grace turned towards the shy and timid boy. She was completely cognizant of the emotional state he was in, but she was delighted to see his perfect physique presented to her, naked for the first time.

She did not try to hide her curiosity, but deliberately looked down at his penis and testicles. Pure perfection, she thought as she stood examining his naked body.

"Let's get you started Richard, take the rings and let me set the height until you are at full stretch."

To Richard's consternation, she took his wrist and gestured towards the rings. She whispered in his ear. "The sooner you do this - the sooner you are finished. Now I want you at full stretch for the first one, then when I tell you I want a leg-raise with toes pointed forward. OK, let's get to it."

Richard grasped the rings above his head, while Miss Fanwright raised the rings until he was on tiptoe.

Hazel moved in front of him. "Look straight at the camera."

Everyone moved back as Hazel operated the camera from the laptop. Gillian was thrilled with the crystal-clear image of the naked boy at full stretch. Gillian was not the only one to admire the perfection of the young boy's body. Hazel's voice travelled across the gymnasium as she started issuing instructions for each position. It was a wonderful opportunity for everyone to examine every detail of the boy's physique. They heard his gasps and groans as his positions became more and more embarrassing.

Richard's humiliation was beyond his belief. He flinched and blushed as both Miss Fanwright and Miss Gillian positioned him. Their hands seemed to be everywhere, nonchalantly spreading his legs, or bending him backwards and forwards as they wished. He dare not look at their pretty faces as they manoeuvred him into the positions that Miss Hazel and the Doctor required. The exercises and positions required great physical effort, and this had helped Richard avert a full-blown erection.

The session ended with Richard facing away from the camera and being spread-legged and bent over with his hands wide apart on the floor. His legs were so widely stretched that only the insides of his feet were touching the floor. His anus was completely exposed by the wide stance, as were his penis and testicles hanging down freely and almost touching the floor.

The doctor moved over to Hazel and glanced at the last image. "Perfect, how many images do we have?"

Hazel smiled. "Well... official ones, fifty-one... and a couple of hundred of..., ah..., incidentals."

The doctor moved the middle of the floor and spoke to everyone. "You may attend to your discipline now Miss Webster, if you wish. Then Charlotte and Judith, I require two more semen samples. One straight after the other if you please. Now, Gillian you may help with obtaining the boy's emissions. I am sure Charlotte will give you instruction, and then as soon as we are finished with Richard, we will get you stripped off for the camera."

Miss Webster looked at Richard who was standing in front of her with his hands covering his penis and testicles. His face was flushed with both his exertion and his embarrassment.

She had looked forward to spanking his bottom, but realised that she enjoyed his abject embarrassment even more. She could not have explained herself at that very moment, but her sexual predilection guided her to her decision.

How humiliating for the young boy if her were to be spanked by the very person that he admired more than any other member of staff. Instinctively she turned towards Grace Fanwright who was holding the remote control that had sent the steady-rings back up towards the motorised pulleys in the ceiling.

Miss Fanwright, would you come here a moment. Grace looked rather quizzical but, never-the-less walked over to the academic pastoral tutor.
"Yes, Miss Webster is there something else that you wish me to do?"

Miss Webster could see the boy's increased agitation as Miss Fanwright had approached them both - and immediately knew that she had made the right decision.

"Yes, if you would please. Richard has been a very naughty and rather recalcitrant boy during his examination. I would like you to administer a firm paddling to his bottom please. I think his punishment would be far more salutary if it came from you. So if you would place him over your knees and give him a sound spanking."

Before Miss Fanwright could answer she turned towards Gillian, who was standing with Charlotte and Judith. She could see that all of the young girls were intrigued by the change of events. "Please Gillian fetch my paddle would you, as quickly as you can, thank you."

Miss Webster then turned back towards Grace Fanwright whom, she could see had a faint blush across her pretty cheeks. She moved closer to her and addressed her quietly. "Grace, I think you would be far more comfortable without the tracksuit. I am sure you are quite adequately attired beneath this rather ample suit, are you not?"

Grace coloured up and looked at Miss Webster ruefully. "Alright Miss Webster give me a moment, would you." Jean nodded to her and watched her walk quickly to the Gymnasium door, which would lead her to her office. Miss Webster knew that Grace had fully understood her task and the effect it would have upon the young boy. She turned back towards him, to see, to her delight, that he was blushing even more deeply and trembling.

Richard was near to fainting with shame. He could see that Miss Fanwright had looked embarrassed at Miss Webster's instruction. Was she really going to spank his bottom? She had always been friendly towards him, praising his skills at sport and gymnastic within the gymnasium. It was unthinkable, that she of all people was going to spank his bottom. He stood trembling, feeling the heat from his cheeks burning as he looked towards his bare feet. He felt unable to look at anyone, such was his utter humiliation.

His life seemed to have been turned upside down. The sensation of being made to ejaculate for the first time had shocked him. He had felt no sensation like it during his young life. Even now, he could still feel a sensation within his bottom. Something inside him seemed to tingle and throb, lingering with a physical memory after it had been fully penetrated and explored. The aftermath of such an experience constantly reminded him of the intense penetration and manipulation of the doctor's fingers pushing and cajoling the flesh deep inside his bottom.

It was Hazel that brought over the hard-backed chair to a position in front of her screen. She placed it firmly on the floor as she turned to Miss Webster. I thought this would be an admirable position as I presume you wish his fellow pupils to witness his chastisement. If you all stand to each side, you will have a perfect view of his punishment. The doctor and the nurse joined Charlotte and Judith as Gillian hurried over to Miss Webster. She held the flat paddle in her hand and held it out to Miss Webster.

"It's alright Gillian, I am just waiting for Miss Fanwright. You may give it to her when she is suitably seated with this naughty young boy placed across her knees with his bare bottom ready for spanking.

Richard shivered visibly as Miss Webster pronounced his fate. "Ah here we are." They all turned to see the lovely Grace Fanwright enter the Gym and walk towards them.

She was dressed in a tight T-Shirt, which seemed to cling to her upper body. Her ample breasts seemed to be encased individually by the stretchy thin material. It was very obvious even from a distance that she was wearing nothing beneath the pure white shirt. Her nipples protruded firmly from the enticing swell of each breast.

The young pupils thrilled as they examined their young sports teacher. Below the T-Shirt, she wore a tiny flared tennis skirt. It barely covered the slender white thong, which was her only other clothing. Her long thighs and smooth calves seemed to accent the brevity and scantiness of her clothing. Her bare feet looked extremely neat and delicate as she came to stand in front of Miss Webster.

Miss Webster could not help the slight hint of amusement in her face as she addressed the young teacher. "Quite excellent Miss Fanwright. If you would like to get yourself seated upon the chair, I will get the girls to position this naughty young man across your knees. She turned to Richard, who was blushing profusely at the sight of his young teacher. He had never seen Miss Fanwright without he baggy clothing. Now as she stood in front of him, she seemed like an apparition from heaven. Her beautiful and innocent face seemed to look at him with concern. He could not help the tear that ran down his cheek.

She shook her head as the girl's moved towards the boy. "No, girls I will deal with Richard, thank you."

Gently she took the boy's wrist, her delicate fingers exerting no pressure as she spoke softly to him. "Come with me Richard. I don't want to spank your bottom, but I have to." They all watched as Miss Fanwright led him to the chair. They noticed that the boy obeyed her implicitly. "Just stand in front of me for a moment Richard, while I get seated properly." She sat down upon the chair, placing her pretty knees together as she looked up into his face. She could see his distress and spoke softly to him.

"I know this is most embarrassing for you Richard. You are a lovely boy and I know it is your shyness that has made you so unmanageable. Please take your hands away from your groin and stand up straight with your hands by your sides and listen to what I have to say. You may think that my punishment will change our relationship, but it won't. I will not think any the worse of you after I have punished you." Her voice was soft, almost loving as she looked into his blushing face.

"Will you be a good boy and lay across my knees with good grace and be determined to take you punishment like the brave boy I know and like?"

Richard was shivering and his face felt that it was on fire. He could not help looking down at the beautiful young teacher seated before him. Her body tantalised him. Her breasts seemed to be deliberately pushing towards him. Her nipples were clearly delineated. The material of her T-Shirt seemed to envelope the rigid nubs of flesh. Her legs seemed so smooth and long. He shivered at the thought that his bare flesh would be laid against them.

He shivered in shame as he saw her look directly at his bared penis and testicles. His shame knew no bounds as she spoke to him again. Her voice tantalisingly soft and gentle. "I know you are naked and ashamed of your penis and testicles being exposed to me. Try not to think about it, just let me position you so that I can punish you as I have been instructed to do. Now come around to my right-hand side, there that's the way. Now stretch your arms out in front of you and lean over my legs, I will do the rest."

Richard sighed in acute shame as he obeyed, stretching his arms out in front of him as he had been instructed. "Right now bend forward... that's it keep going... just a little more." Richard felt himself beginning to lose balance as suddenly he quaked in absolute anguish. He felt her left hand grasp his penis and testicles, lifting them upwards as her right hand smoothed upwards over the backs of his thighs and on to the flesh of his bottom. The firm pressure of her right hand tipped him over on to her knees. He had not noticed her as she had parted her legs, but felt her hand pull away from his genitals and her firm thighs suddenly squeeze at either side of his dangling penis and scrotum.

He gasped as her right hand slipped between his buttocks. She almost lifted him up as she brought his hips further over the gap between her thighs.

Grace could feel the boy shiver as she deliberately squeezed her thighs together, feeling his penis produce an immediate answering throb to her stimulation.

Richard was in a total trauma of embarrassment. It was not as if he could distance himself from any of it. He clearly heard Gillian speak to Miss Webster. Although said innocently, he knew that there was a deliberate mischievousness to her words.

"Miss Webster , shall I give the paddle to Miss Fanwright now, so that she can spank his bare bottom with it?"

"In a moment, child. When Miss Fanwright asks you for it."

Grace looked down at the boy. His naked body seemed perfectly positioned. His hands were flat upon the floor with his head hanging down. His bottom was well raised and his penis and testicles were held snugly between the inner flesh of her thighs. Grace felt a thrill run through her body at her absolute delight in the perfection of the boy's naked body. She knew that with a few surreptitious touches, she could have his penis in a full erection. Almost reverently she laid her right hand upon the back of his left thigh and ran her hand upwards towards his left buttock, letting her fingers trail in-between the exciting crevice of his cheeks. She stopped as she felt her fingertips touch the perineum just behind his bulging scrotum. Her voice was loving and tender as she addressed him.

"I am so sorry Richard, that you have to be punished. It is for your own good so that you can learn the error of what you have done. It is to teach you to co-operate in the future." Her fingers gently toyed with the sensitive flesh between the cheeks of his bottom, while her thighs squeezed his penis and testicles tightly between her thighs.

"You are a lovely young boy and perhaps this will teach you to behave correctly in the future. I will try and make your punishment as effective as I can - and I hope that you, in turn, will accept it as a salutary lesson. Are you in a discomfort with your physical position, Richard?"

Richard's reply was completely unintelligible. "Answer me Richard, I don't want you to strain anything."

"Oh Miss, err I am so sorry. Err no I am O.K."

"Well then Richard, if you are sure, I will proceed."

Miss Fanwright turned towards the young girl holding the paddle. It was dangling loosely in her hand. "Please hand me the paddle Gillian."

The young girl moved forward. She seemed mesmerised with the naked young boy bent so effectively over Miss Fanwright's thighs.

She held out the paddle, which Grace took in her left hand. "Oh Gillian, as this may take some time. Would you kneel beside Richard's head and let him rest it against you so that the blood does rush to it. You may hold his head if that would be more comfortable for you. The girl almost smirked with delight as she let go of the paddle and knelt down beside Richard. She spoke condescendingly to him as she knelt in front of his head.

"Just lift your head sweetheart and let me hold you against my thighs so that you are comfortable while Miss Fanwright smacks your naughty bare bottom."

She slid her knees between his hands and stopped for a moment. She undid the buttons of her short skirt until the waist-band was loose. She slid the skirt down to her knees and lifted up her legs and slid the skirt off. She folded it and laid it beneath his head before kneeling upon it. Her long thighs were completely bared right up to her brief panties. She took his head in her hands and placed his cheek against the juncture of her thighs, supporting his head and stroking her hand over his cheek. She bent her head low and whispered in his ear.

"Is that alright sweetheart? My you are crying already and Miss Fanwright has not started yet. Is it because you are so ashamed, never mind... you know she is very fond of you and is doing this because it is the rule."

Richard shivered as Miss Fanright squeezed her thighs together and stroked her fingers between his buttocks. He felt her movement as she placed the paddle in her right hand and then placed left hand around his waist, pulling his body gently against her.

"I am so sorry Richard, try and be a brave boy and take your punishment"

There was stillness in the room. Miss Webster and the doctor and nurse stood to the left side while Charlotte and Judith stood to the right.

Hazel was behind her laptop, observing the perfect view of a naked boy over the bare knees of his beautiful teacher. His head held lovingly against the bare thighs of a long-legged nymphet. She directed the microphone that she normally used to record voice notations, towards the naked boy.

She initiated the camera into continuous record mode at sixty full frames per second and pressed the record button. The new solid-state media storage she had inserted, had over one hour of space available to it. She put on her ear-pods and sat down behind the laptop to monitor and enjoy the proceedings.

Miss Fanwright tightened her delicate fingers around the handle of the paddle. She could not help the frisson of excitement that ran through her exquisite body as she raised the paddle. For a moment she was aware that her nipples had erected, the firm protruding flesh pushing forward so predominantly that the thin material of her shirt swirled around the hardened nubs of flesh, accenting her reluctant arousal for everyone to see. Gillian looked up fascinated as the paddle descended upon the pale unprotected flesh of the young boy's bottom cheeks.

"Craaaack"

The staccato sound of the first stroke seemed to echo incessantly around the walls of the gymnasium.

"Hoooo...oooh." Richard's reaction was one of surprise at the sting of the paddle as it had graced the raised tender flesh of his buttocks. "Oh missss...oh."

"Be brave Richard, I have to punish you."

Grace's voice was cool and calm as she spoke gently to the young boy. She waited, letting the pain soak in as she observed the reddening over the very centre of both of his buttocks.

Richard could not believe just how much his bottom was stinging as he felt Gillian gently stoke his cheek, her bare thighs seemed to quiver as she snuggled his head against her.

Richard realised that his spanking had started in earnest. He had not been prepared for the sharpness of the paddle's sting. He was even less prepared for the incredible sensation that he felt against his penis. The inner flesh of her thighs seemed to have rubbed against the very tip of his penis. He tried not to move as he felt her hand tighten around his waist and heard the swish of the second stroke as it descended upon his buttocks.

It seemed to envelope both cheeks of his bottom in a poultice of pain... and at the same time he felt his penis rubbing against the inner flesh of Miss Fanwright's thighs.

He tried to keep still, but the rubbing seemed to continue, subtly but firmly he felt his penis being aroused. As the third stroke fell he felt his penis throb. One singular but knowing manifestation of his reluctant arousal. It seemed to continue and although the sound of the strokes did not seem to diminish in their volume around the gymnasium, the intensity seemed more bearable. He became increasingly aware of his arousal as well as the gentle fondling of his head as it was held tightly against Gillian's thighs.

Grace had begun a steady cadence of strokes as she carefully raised her knees on her toes and began to slide her thighs up and down over the boy's penis and testes. She had felt the singular throb of his penis and now sensed the gradual thickening of his flesh being held captive between her thighs. She could sense the excitement of the people around her as she settled into a steady spanking regime upon the boy's bottom. She had not been told how many strokes to give him. She assumed, quite rightly, that it had been left entirely up to her.

"Poor baby, having to have his bare bottom spanked so severely. Is it hurting you sweetheart, never mind It will soon be time for a little break... and then I can rub your little bottom for you before I continue.

She looked down at the boy's head to wait for his reply and nearly burst out laughing. She was almost sure, although the girl was bending well over the boy, that his nose was firmly pressed against her pubis.

As the boy became more aroused she increased the hardness of her strokes until she was able to control his emotions perfectly. His gasps and protestations had increased proportionately as the spanking progressed, she knew that she was alternating his pain with pleasure. His penis she knew must be fully erect. It felt truly hard and was throbbing steadily between her thighs. She thought it felt absolutely delicious.

His sobs had become more pronounced and she could see and feel his body tremble as she applied each stroke. She knew that her application of his punishment would not yet be deemed sufficient by Miss Webster, she increased the severity until she could feel his penis begin to soften.

She continued for another forty swats over several more minutes, hearing the boy sob and moan incessantly. She was aware that the boy must nearly be at the end of his endurance "Pleease miss I am so sorry, oh please."

"Alright Richard, I am going to give you a little break, so just lie still while I give your bottom a little rub."

Grace stopped the spanking and handed the paddle to the nurse who was the person standing nearest to her. Grace noted that the nurse's eyes were shining brightly and she understood quite quickly that she had been thoroughly enjoying the naked boy's chastisement. Grace started stroking Richard in her usual fashion. Her fingers sometimes kneading his buttocks to alleviate the sting. Sometimes her fingers fluttered gently between the cheeks of his bottom, taking away his pain with deliberate physical arousal.

"Err, Miss Fanwright would you like a lotion to put on his bottom before you continue?"

"No thank you nurse. That would be very nice for Richard, but I am afraid he has a lot more strokes to come. I usually put a lotion on their bottoms when I have finished their spankings. But I want to see real tears before we get to that stage."

The nurse looked even more intrigued with the nonchalance of the spankings at the Saville academy. "Oh in that case, I will have something ready for you when you finish. Will that be alright Doctor, if Miss Fanwright applies a lotion, before we complete his examination?

The doctor looked at Grace. "Tell me Miss Fanwright do boys ever ejaculate when you are punishing them. I don't mean to imply that it is deliberate on your part of course.

Grace smiled at the doctor. "Yes it does happen, with both girls and boys. There is obviously a strong attraction by pupils to their tutors and of course being laid bare across their tutor knees, it can happen even with a severe spanking. Miss Webster has had the same experience with both boys and girls.

The doctor looked at her thoughtfully and then asked a further question. "What is your reaction, if it is a boy that becomes aroused?"

Miss Webster interjected. "Perhaps, I can explain doctor. If the boy is close to ejaculation we normally penetrate and manipulate them so that... err the ejaculation is a complete one. We wouldn't want the student going back to class with his penis erect and perhaps expressing pre-ejaculate or perhaps even semen." She paused for a moment and looked keenly at the doctor.

"That has always been our practice under those circumstances. Being spanked is sometimes a deeply emotional for a pupil. I had a girl yesterday that became very emotional, so I had to penetrate and manipulate her most vigorously. Girls and boys seem to benefit from their chastisement, but they also realise as we err... attend to them, that we love and care for them while they are here at the academy."

Grace had continued rubbing the sobbing boy's bottom. Her hand was soft and gentle as she stroked gently over his buttocks her fingers often running between his cheeks. She could already feel his penis beginning to stiffen as she continued with her ministrations. "Poor Richard, my you are having a sound spanking. You will feel all the better for it once it is over."

Richard spoke softly, his voice almost muffled as Gillian held his face against her pubis. Her knees were spread and his face seemed to be almost buried between the young girl's thighs.

"Oh thank you miss. I am soooo sorry for being naughty. I promise I will do everything I am told to do in future."

"I am pleased to hear it, now I think it is time that we continued." Richard did not plead or complain, but seemed resigned to the continuation of his punishment.

The doctor leaned closer to Miss Fanwright and spoke in a low voice. "Miss Fanwright would you punish the boy as you normally would and then... and I hesitate to ask, make him ejaculate. I would need a very firm penetration and a vigorous prostate milking. Would you be willing to do that for me?"

Grace answered the doctor in low tones.

"Yes of course doctor. Richard is very naive and shy. I think it would be most beneficial for him to know that I have to administer a severe punishment, but that I care for him and hold no negative feelings towards him."

The doctor whispered. "The jar of lubricant will be ready for you, it is far more effective than anything that you will have used before."

The nurse handed the paddle to Grace as she looked down at Richard's face. "Right Richard, be a brave boy for me. Try and embrace the paddle, I am doing this just for you sweet boy."

She adjusted his body pulling his waist tightly against her. She could feel that his penis was hard and throbbing between her thighs as she raised the paddle. This time Grace knew that the boy would go through the tortures of hell until he reached that plateau where the pain would suddenly meld with the pleasure she would bring. She dare not show or annunciate her excitement at thought of plunging her fingers between his writhing bottom cheeks and penetrating him to the hilt.

"Craaack"

"Hoooooo...ooooh"

Grace knew that the boy would soon respond to the increase in both frequency and severity of her strokes.

"Craaaack"

"Hoooo...oooooooohhh."

"Craaaack"

"Hoooo...oooooooohhh."

"Craaaack"

"Ooooo...hah...please misssss."

Grace ignored both the sound of the paddle echoing around the walls and also the boy's obvious distress. She did however listen to Gillian's gentle voice muttering comfort and endearments to the boy.

"Poor baby.... such a sound spanking for your naughty bottom. I'll kiss it all better for you soon, don't you worry, I'll kiss it all over... those poor cheeks of yours. Just be a brave boy and take your punishment.... you know Miss Fanwright wants you to be such a good boy."

Grace continued diligently. Her strokes were well spaced and repetitive, allowing the boy no respite from the infernal sting of the paddle.

Grace could feel and see that his body had started to quiver. She looked down to see that he was sobbing uncontrollably. She instinctively squeezed her thighs together and, stretching her toes, she began to sensually move her thighs up and down. Almost immediately she felt the flesh of his penis begin to swell. Without interrupting the severity of his paddling, she increased the speed and pressure of her thighs against his penis. Squeezing and cajoling the flesh of his penis to erect for her.

It was perhaps ten strokes later that she felt the captive flesh between her thighs suddenly erect fully... and a further ten hard swats before his penis was throbbing uncontrollably. She looked across at the nurse and quickly handed her the paddle while the nurse, in turn, offered up the jar of lubricant. Grace delved her hand into the jar and thrust her hand between the quivering cheeks of the boys bottom. With consummate ease she located his sphincter. With her hand turned downwards, she pressed her fingers steadily but firmly against the tightened stricture of his sphincter - and with a practiced ease, she dextrously slipped her two fingers firmly up inside him.

Poor baby, what a brave little boy you've been, let me make all better for you. She slipped her left hand underneath him and encircled the rigid flesh of his penis. She pulled back his foreskin and bared every inch of the flesh beneath. She rubbed both thighs against the fully exposed rim of his glans. At the same time, she callously rubbed her fingers firmly over his prostate gland. The effect was as if he had been electrocuted.

"Hoooooo.....oooooohhhh...ahhh."

"Just relax, there's a brave boy."

Grace was quite sure that the boy's forced endurance of both pain and pleasure was beyond his wildest comprehension. She looked down at his head to see that Gillian had his face pressed between her thighs and that both her hands were busily squeezing his nipples. Grace increased the speed of her manipulation, her right hand thrusting and prodding his prostate while her thighs wickedly rubbed against the completely exposed nerve-endings of his penis.

Suddenly his body locked solid. His legs straightened and his head raised from between Gillian's thighs until he was braced like a solid piece of wood across the bare thighs of his tutor. Although his buttocks had trapped her wrist, Grace did not still her fingers. They scored incessantly over the naked boys prostate gland. His whole body seemed to be in suspended animation, as grace cruelly and expertly raped his flesh of every last vestige of sexual emotion.

His penis erupted into a series of violent spasms. Semen spurted from the tip in a series of bursts that splattered against the floor. It seemed like it would go on forever... one after the other after the other. Splat...splat...splat...splat.

Abruptly his body shuddered in a series of mini-quakes, each quake accompanied by a tortured emission of semen.

Grace had never seen such a prolonged ejaculation and yet she stimulated him mercilessly until he finally collapsed across her thighs. His breath was ragged and uneven as he slowly began to emerge from his ordeal. His young body was absorbing and recovering from his emotional crisis. His mind held a myriad of such intense sensations that he seemed content to concentrate on the one emotion that preceded all other feelings. It was the love and care that he felt towards his tormentors, Miss Fanwright and Miss Gillian.

Grace held him to her, her fingers gently slipping from inside his bottom to caress and pet him. She pushed her right hand beneath him clasping her fingers around his still plump penis and scrotum. Her left hand stroked over his back as Gillian held his head gently against her breasts.

Their voices were soft and tender. "Poor baby, your little bottom is all red with your spanking. Such a big spanking for such a little boy. Never mind sweetheart is was all for your own good. Now you just lay nice and quietly until Miss Charlotte and Miss Judith come for you.

*

For Richard, like many other boys that had been deemed to be reaching that self-abuse stage of puberty, life changed completely. The program was monitored from the onset and it soon showed a marked improvement in academic achievement and a far more respectful attitude from the boys towards all of the girls.

The younger girls who had been trained as extractors were now all addressed as Miss. Miss Gillian, Miss Sandra etc. The respect was genuine, although it was backed up by spankings of all kinds. Extractors were now allowed to execute spankings under the appropriate supervision of a prefect or member of staff. Boys had gradually become used to the ultimate authority of all of the female students, regardless of age.

The girls had soon discovered that it was fun to swap boys who needed extraction. It might be, as a boy lay in bed that a completely new set of female students would enter his room. This kept the boys on their toes and gave the female students great excitement at being able to handle someone new.

It was on a Tuesday morning that Richard was laid in bed. He had completed his ablutions and was laid, as was prescribed, in bed wearing his pyjama bottoms. Miss Gillian entered the room and stood by his bed.

"Well Richard, how are you this fine morning?"

"Oh well, err, I am fine. Are you on your own today?"

"Of course not silly, now just lay back and clasp your hands under the pillow. You should know the rules by now."

Richard sighed. "Oh of course Miss Gillian." He managed to blush even before Gillian had begun.

Gillian moved to the side of the bed and stripped back the covers to his feet. She leaned forward and delicately took the cord of his pyjamas in her hand. She undid it, watching the boy's embarrassment as she opened the garment and laid each side of the fly against the sheet, leaving his penis and testicles exposed. Casually she went to the sink and washed her hands under the cold tap until they became icy cold. She moved back to the bed and sat upon the edge of it, watching the boy's face as she took hold of the tip of his penis with her left hand.

Richard shuddered with the coolness of her hand holding his penis, and his embarrassment at the nonchalant way she had handled him. She raised his penis until it was standing straight up and slipped her other hand beneath his scrotum.

"Oooohh Miss Gillian."

"Now what is the matter with you this morning Richard, you know I have to do this. Now don't you?"

Richard sighed with resignation. "Yes Miss Gillian. Of course Miss Gillian.

"Good boy now just relax."

"Yes Miss Gillian. Even though her hands were cold and she only held the very tip of his penis, he began to erect. He blushed as he always did as his inner feelings became apparent.

"Good boy Richard, I just want you to know that there is someone new coming to perform your extraction for you today. So it might not be my fingers slippy-sliding inside your bottom this morning."

Richard blushed profusely as Miss Gillian held his penis upwards by the very tip. Her other hand was cupping his scrotum, but she had made no move to proceed further. She just held him exactly as she had first done. She watched as his penis engorged. Little by little the flesh filled out until his penis was standing straight up on it's own.

He sighed in embarrassment again as he fought not to ask the question that she knew was upon his lips.

Miss Gillian delicately let go of his penis and withdrew her hand from underneath his bulging scrotum.

"Right Richard, put your hands out from under the pillow and grasp the bedrails, come along. You know you have to do it if I say so." Richard looked surprised but did as she asked. He had never been recalcitrant or disobeyed any of her instructions... and yet she was treating him as if he may disobey her.

"I know you have never been difficult Richard, but it is in the rules that you may be restrained if your extractor requests it. So come along and raise each wrist when I ask for it." She felt in her pocket for the Velcro ties and slipped one on each of his wrists before fastening them to the rails. "Good boy Richard, now let me slip those silly pyjamas down. Shall I?"

He shivered as her cool hands were placed against his hips. Slowly she let her hands travel down his thighs and shins before she whisked them away.

"My Richard, you have such a lovely body. Look your penis just throbbed, I wonder what brought that on."

Richard blushed again. It didn't matter what Miss Gillian did, she always had a teasing way of arousing him without any effort on her part. She looked at her watch. It was showing one minute to seven. The door suddenly burst open as Miss Charlotte rushed in pushing the trolley containing everything they would need for the boy's compulsory semen extraction.

"What time is it Gillian? My watch has stopped, batteries again I suppose." She looked at the naked boy laid before her.

"My you have been busy. What a nice erection you have produced." Richard was blushing, as he always did when he was being observed. But the main reason was his innate guilt that his penis had erected without any real provocation from Miss Gillian.

"I think he erected in anticipation. I've fastened his wrists for this morning. I thought it might be best under the circumstances. Charlotte smiled. Yes, it most certainly will be."

Right I haven't got the supports out yet, it won't take me a minute. She went to the largest of the built-in cupboards and pulled out two chromium-plated tubes with contoured pads on the top of them. A third tube, which was straight had clamps at either end. She left that one leaning up against the bed as she concentrated upon the padded supports. They looked like oddly shaped crutches apart from the size and shape of the pads which were large and U-shaped. The bottom of the chromium plated rods were bent at a right angle and curled around to form a triangle. She pushed the support under the side of the bed so that the pad was level with her shoulder. She took the other one to the other side of the bed and slid that underneath, so that now Richard had two U-shaped supports opposite each thigh.

"Shall I do this side Miss Charlotte? I think it is time to get started?" Without waiting for an answer Miss Gillian moved to the middle of the of the bed and gently slipped her hand under Richard's knee. Richard watched Miss Charlotte as she moved to the nearside and slipped her hand underneath his right knee.

"O.K. Gillian, one... two... three." The girls hoisted his legs into the air and pressed them towards his chest. His legs were well up in the air before the girls moved them outwards. They let his legs down slightly, until his calves were firmly ensconced within the padded U of the support. Miss Charlotte quickly clamped the straight tube to the support at her side of the bed and Miss Gillian clamped her side. The stirrups were now firmly planted and would not move. Nor more importantly for the girls would Richard be able to move especially as Miss Gillian was already fastening a tie to the top of the clamp on her side, she threw the other one to Miss Charlotte who also fastened his calf into the stirrup.

Richard was suddenly looking quite indignant at having his legs fastened as well as his hands. They had only used the restraints for the first week of his extractions and had never used them since.

"You don't have to fasten me in Miss Charlotte." At exactly that moment the door opened and his sister Francis walked in. "Is that right Richard. You don't need restraints, well I am pleased to hear it. I see that your little peenie-weenie is stiff already. Have you been having naughty thoughts?"

Richard struggled for a few moments, but he already knew the futility of his actions. "Francis, WHAT are you doing here?"

Francis smiled at her fourteen-year-old older brother and smiled sweetly. "You can drop that tone with me, or I will take the paddle to your bottom. Now address me properly and I will forego paddling your cute little tushy until it is bright red.

"Francis this is not right. YOU ARE NOT STAYING HERE!"

Francis looked at her brother. His naked body was splayed openly for her inspection. She saw Miss Charlotte and Miss Gillian stand back from the bed so that she had full access to her brother. She walked towards him and gently laid her left hand on his tummy, with her right hand she placed her fingers delicately around his erection and slid back the prepuce until it would retract no further. To her delight and his chagrin, he was fully and shamefully exposed.

Richard struggled in vain with his bindings. His chest heaved and the sinews in his legs strained, but it was all to no avail.

Francis ignored him she squeezed his penis feeling it throb as she spoke to Miss Charlotte. "I suppose we had better sort this out sooner rather than later. I don't want to report him to the Principal, but he has to learn."

Yes of course Francis, I will be back in a few moments.

Francis squeezed his penis harder feeling it throb a she slid her hand up from his tummy to his right nipple. Almost nonchalantly she scored her fingernail over the nub of flesh, backwards and forwards until the flesh was erectile. She moved her hand slowly smoothing her fingers delicately over his chest until her fingernail was able to score over his left nipple. It was but a few seconds before this too was standing out.

She let go of his penis and stood away from the bed. She looked at him with amusement as he realised that both of his nipples were hard and fully erect and that his penis was throbbing with arousal. He had never felt so embarrassed. That his little sister should see him naked was bad enough, but to be splayed open with his penis throbbing of it's own volition, made him blush to the core.

Francis had hoped that Richard would merely be embarrassed at her appearance this morning. But all three girls had discussed it several times over the previous days and had all come to the conclusion that Richards acceptance would be hard won.

Francis looked at her brother, his indignant and belligerent expression made it easier for her to carry out what she realistically knew she would have to do. Everyone looked towards the door. Miss Charlotte came in and handed Francis the regulation paddle. She put her hand up to Francis's cheek and spoke softly to her. I know this is going to upset you, But it must be done.

Francis looked at her and nodded. She bit her lip as she moved to the bed below the stirrup. She did not address her brother but gestured to Miss Charlotte and Miss Gillian to move forward at each side of the bed above the stirrups. Please pull his penis and testicles as far forward as you can. I will be very careful, but do stretch them as far away as you can. Thank you.

Without warning she began to spank the paddle hard against her brothers buttocks. Her strokes were quick but carefully measured. Francis had already practiced time and time again on a propped up pillow, with wax figures pinned to it. She had practiced until she could deliver two hundred strokes in one go without touching any of the wax.

She could hear Richard cursing her as she bent to her task. She had placed her left arm around his raised thigh. She nonchalantly stroked up and down the inner flesh of his thigh as she proceeded with his chastisement. She knew that it would take some considerable time to break his temper, but she knew that she had all the time she needed. Miss Charlotte had already informed the teachers of the morning classes that all of them would require absentee passes.

As Richard began to cry out with the pain from her paddle she began to spank his thighs. She was aware how intense the pain would be, but she also knew that this kind of punishment would be required. The loud slap of the paddle was incessant, not once did she vary her stroke as she reddened his flesh. She felt a slight thrill as his anguished cries and complaints suddenly turned into sobs.

On she went, she had subconsciously counted to one hundred swats and yet she continued. She did not glance up from her task either to the girls or to Richard. On and on she continued, covering his flesh with sharp measured swats from the paddle. His buttocks and the inner flesh of both thighs had been reddened profusely as she started to concentrate of the very centre of his bottom.

The flesh flattened with each stroke as he cried with despair. He sobbed and sobbed, his tears were unseen by Francis as she kept her eyes on the targeted flesh. Suddenly she realised that his cries were different. No longer was he centred upon himself. She felt a thrill as she heard his trembling voice cry out to her.

"Oh Miss Francis, pleeease Miss Francis I am so sorry. I promise to obey you, dear Miss Francis pleease have mercy." Francis stopped her spanking and gestured for Miss Charlotte and Miss Gillian to release their hold upon his genitals. She glanced at his groin noting that his penis was no longer erect although slightly engorged.

She stood against the bed and looked down at him. She could see that he was in total distress. She could never have imagined herself spanking anyone so severely "Please Miss Francis I am so sorry. You have been a lovely sister to me. You know I love as surely as I know I was wrong to disobey you. I treated you as a lesser being than any of the other girls. I see it now and I beg your forgiveness. Please Miss Francis, please forgive me."

She looked at his face, knowing that he understood the full implication of his behaviour. There was a tear in her eye as she looked at him with love and affection. "Well done Richard, I know you understand now. I will let you settle down while the girls clean you up. Then I will start your extraction."

Richard blushed furiously as Francis knew he would. She smiled at him and touched her fingers to his lips. "Just relax Richard and we will start over."

Miss Charlotte whispered to her. "Well done Francis. I thought you were never going to stop, but you knew exactly what you were looking for. Now go and have a shower and do your make-up. I want your brother to look at you in awe and adoration. Take your time, you are in charge today so let's make it memorable for him in more ways than one. Francis smiled with happiness as she realised that she had won a great victory.

Miss Charlotte turned her attention to Richard. "Right young man let's get you cleaned up with a nice bath and then get you back in the stirrups for your extraction. I presume that we will not need the restraints any more. Am I correct?"

Richard blushed and then looked up to Miss Charlotte. "I promise Miss Charlotte, I have truly learned my lesson."

It was moments later when Miss Francis returned to her room. She had had some realisations of her own. Yes she had thought, because Richard is my brother, he has never thought of me as anything other than his little sister... his kid sister. He must be made to look up to me, even though I am younger and have always been around. I have made a start with his punishment, but he has to see me in a new light.

She went to her wardrobe and took from it a sheer white tunic. The tunic had been designed by Miss Webster for the volunteers of the extraction program. It had been decided that they would not be worn until all the tunics had been delivered to all of the girls on the program. She had not tried it on yet, but decided if it fitted it would be an ideal opportunity to show a new Francis to Richard, In actual fact she thought a very new MISS FRANCIS.

She headed for the shower and luxuriated under the piping hot water. Her nerves felt less sensitive and the shower seemed to have calmed her nerves from the intense spanking she had given Richard. She had hated hurting him but she knew that without it things would not have worked out.

Ordinarily Francis loved spanking boys. A young boy face down over her knees, excited her tremendously and spanking him to obedience had made her excitingly wet on most occasions. But Richard's spanking had been mere necessity.

She began to apply her makeup. She had become quite expert over the past year and as the academy encouraged girls to look their best, there were plenty of tips for a thirteen-year-old girl who wanted to explore makeup styles until she found her own look. Francis normally wore very little makeup during class but since she had become one of the very first extractors, she had immediately realised the benefit of wearing enticing makeup.

Today had to be special and so she took great care. It was half an hour later that she stood naked in front of her full length mirror. Her skin was flawless, she was entirely bereft of hair and she noticed that her body was filling out nicely. She loved the plumpness of her young breasts, she hoped that they would not develop further. Her legs were long and her thighs and calves were toned beautifully. Yes she thought, the boys could do a lot worse.

Her hair and makeup were perfect, now for the dress. She took the dress and put it on, It buttoned up the front so that a girl could be as daring as she wished. The white cotton of the tunic was so fine that she was sure that she could see a hint of pink skin showing through. She tried the light behind her and then in front of her, but there was nothing other than the tiniest hint of pink. Although her nipples were tantalisingly visible.

She wondered dare she? No, she thought. If today is as exciting as I think it is going to be then I will definitely be wet. She chose a thong, which would have certainly been against school rules. Fortunately volunteers for the extraction program were exempt. She did not even consider a bra as she slid the thong up under the tunic. The material fell back in place without the hint of a crease. She slipped into her slender thong sandals. They consisted of a flat sole and two thongs that tied criss-crossed around her calves. The white thongs matched her tunic perfectly.

Now just the right amount of buttons to undo. She experimented, striding back and forth across the view of the mirror, until she had the perfect glimpses of thigh and breast.

Back in Richard's room, Miss Charlotte and Miss Gillian had bathed Francis's brother, requiring him to stand with his legs wide apart and his hands upon his head as they soaped every inch of him. Miss Charlotte had insisted upon him bending over as she slipped two fingers deep inside him until his penis became fully erect. Then Miss Gillian had retracted his foreskin fully as she washed behind it.

They had both been conscious of avoiding him ejaculating. They shaved his pubis and the shaft of his penis before shaving between the cheeks of his bottom and under his arms. There was never any hair visible when he was shaved, as it was carried out every other day in the nurse's surgery. However the girls delighted in doing it whenever they had the opportunity.

Miss Gillian had changed his sheets and pillow cases and had prepared the stirrups with the centre bar extended so that his legs would be not only high but several inches wider.

They had him lay back on the bed and once more placed his legs within the confines of the stirrups. He was blushing profusely as they stretched him into the new position. Yes, widening the bar had certainly worked wonders. His long legs were stretched obscenely and embarrassingly wide, every inch of his body was open for inspection.

Both girls knew that young Francis would be delighted to see her brother displayed so openly. You are a lucky girl thought Miss Gillian as she stoked her fingers gently down the boys naked body. His penis was already tumescent as she inspected him. She moved to the sink to run her hands under the cold tap. As before, she let them become icy cold before she sat upon the edge of the bed and took hold of the tip of his penis between her finger and thumb. She raised it to an upright position before she slid her other hand underneath his bulging scrotum. She did not know whether Richard's shiver was from the cold or from déjà vu.

Both Charlotte and Gillian looked up in surprise as Francis stepped through the door. Charlotte gave her an appreciative look as she moved to the bed.

"Richard, Miss Francis is here to begin your extraction, please give her your full attention."

Charlotte was quite happy for Francis to take charge, she knew that she was the most experienced girl in the academy apart from herself.

Richard looked at his sister as she approached the bed. He blushed immediately as he saw how sexy and mature she looked. On top of that she was wearing a clinicians tunic, which gave her a very superior air of authority.

"Right Richard, after all your recalcitrance we are very much behind in your schedule. So I will proceed without the usual preparation."

Richard felt nervous even though it was his younger sister. His embarrassment was still apparent as he blushed at her no nonsense attitude. His face turned bright red as he watched her pull on a latex glove and snap the cuff against her wrist.

"Right, Richard, deep breaths please and try and relax your bottom. Boys are so difficult when they tense their bottoms." With these words Richard felt her gently lift his testicles. Her un-gloved hand was soft and warm as she gently held them in her palm.

Her voice was soft and low as she spoke to him as if her were a child. "Right sweetheart, just relax your little bottom for me." Richard shivered as he felt her fingers press gently against his sphincter. Suddenly her fingers seemed to slip inside him without the usual stretching of his sphincter.

He could feel her withdraw her fingers and then gently press against his sphincter again. This time she seemed to gradually stretch his sphincter wide and then wider still. The pressure still seemed nowhere as intense as he felt with Miss Charlotte.

"Deep breaths there's a good little boy, just relax now." Suddenly he was aware that the pressure had increased. It was not abrupt, but gradually he felt his sphincter being just as widely stretched as it had been in the past. He took deep breaths, hoping that this was the full extent of the stretching. Unfortunately for Richard it was not.

Her voice was the voice of dental assistant or nurse, as she calmed her patient for even more procedures. "There we are sweetheart, almost done... deep breaths please... there we go in... out... in... out." Her fingers seemed to match his breathing as his sphincter was stretched wider than he thought possible. Suddenly the inside of his bottom seemed extremely sensitive as her hand orientated around to the angle she wanted.

She did not know whether Richard had realised that she had four fingers inside him penetrating him right up to the juncture of her thumb. It gave her so much more control over the stimulation of a young boy's prostate gland.

"Just relax darling boy, while I stroke you gently." Her bare left-hand smoothed over his testicles as she reached for his penis. "I am just going to feel your little penis sweetheart, I promise to be very gentle with your precious little peenie-weenie." Her slender fingers gently enveloped the top of his penis. Carefully, she retracted his foreskin until it was stretched tighter Richard ever thought it could be.

"Take a deep breath sweetheart." She waited until she was sure that he was obeying her. "Now a really deep one." As he breathed in again, it felt like his bottom had been shocked by a cattle prod. He shivered and shook as Francis cleverly scored the pads of her fingers in a circle around the circumference of his prostate gland.

She felt the sudden deep throb of his penis in her other hand. "Good boy, now keep those deep breaths going. In... out... in... out... that's the way."

Richard was in a daze as he looked at his little sister. She looked totally different. She had always been pretty, even to an older brother's eyes. But the aloof authoritarian girl that was handling him so professionally, was someone else altogether. He could see her nipples move against the fine cloth of her tunic. Her body seem to be lithe and sexy. Had he not noticed her before? It seemed that she knew every nuance of his feelings. He felt small and belittled as if he had become child-like, where she had become the strict teacher and the caring nurse rolled into one.

He felt a guilty excitement as she handled him so cleverly and with such aplomb. Surely he should not feel this way. His body shuddered as every sensitive part of his body was explored and cruelly stimulated.

With four fingers inside his bottom, she not only, had as much reach as she wanted, which meant that she could apply her fingers to his prostate gland in either direction. But she could also flex her fingers together like someone beckoning a car as it was reversing. She knew none of the other girls had hands slender enough to be able to penetrate a young boy's bottom like she could.

She looked across at Charlotte. "Would you and Miss Gillian assist me now I am in position." Both girls knew exactly what to do as Francis offered the sensitive unprotected flesh of his bared penis to her ministrations. She knew that Richard was as hard as possible and that his bared flesh would be sensitive to the extreme. "Try and relax sweetie and keep taking those deep breaths."

Richard shivered as Miss Gillian deliberately enveloped his testes in her icy grip. She reached and squeezed his nipples several times each as she watched Miss Charlotte flatten the palm of one hand as she placed the fingers of her other hand tightly around the top of his penis. Gripping him just below the glans. On a cue from Francis, Charlotte rotated the stiffened palm of her hand in a circular pattern, pressing gently but agonisingly over the sensitive opening of his urethra.

Miss Gillian squeezed his testes firmly on cue as Francis began to prod his prostate in a rapid fire movement. Richard gasped in shock as each sensation seemed to combine together, to produce a stimulation that was more than his young body could stand. His back arched away from the bed, the sinews in his legs became taut and immobile. His head was suddenly thrown back in utter anguish.

His anguish was so acute that he finally found his voice.

"Oh please noooo... it is too sensitive... oh..."

Francis watched Charlotte as she nonchalantly took her palm away from the tip of his penis and began stroke up and down. The bared part of the shaft of his penis was now so sensitive that Charlotte dipped her free hand in the jar of lubricant and applied it to the rim of the glans. She accomplished the task without losing her speed or her contact with the highly-sensitive exposed coronal rim.

Richard's mind was in turmoil. How could his little sister elicit such agonising sensations from his body. He was being made to feel gauche and juvenile while every possible nerve ending seemed to have been brought to a heightened sensitivity. A sensitivity that his body could not resist or endure.

Francis was in heaven as Richard writhed and shuddered. His body was in absolute turmoil, his legs twisted and contorted within their confines, and his toes curled and straightened as he tried to absorb the sexual torment that three delicate pairs of hands were callously and expertly wresting from his body.

It would be true to say that he was in absolute torment. Francis felt the impending eruption deep within the sensitive core of his body. She let her fingers scissor over every millimetre of his throbbing prostate. She was at the very heart of the volcano, able to predict exactly when it would erupt and, combined with her experience, estimate the volume of its eruption.

Richard knew he was about to ejaculate... and yet it seemed so wrong. My god... my little sister is watching me. Looking into my face, waiting for signs because she knows what I am going to do... and Oh my God I can't stop it!

Francis seemed to have an almost psychic knowledge of the young boy's feelings that she instinctively knew where to apply pressure. Her experience with Colin, as well as other boys that she had been asked to milk, had enabled Francis towards a rapid understanding of the sexual psyche of the young boys at the academy.

As they writhed in the final throws of their torment, she was able to cajole and reinforce their innermost feeling of childlike dependence upon the caring female.

Francis spoke clearly, calmly and authoritatively. "Miss Charlotte would you apply a little more stimulus please. You now how these young boys try and evade their procedure. Miss Gillian, we will be ready for a collection in only a few moments."

"Now Richard, I want a nice big ejaculation from you. I know your little bottom is sore, but I will smack you if you keep wriggling and wiggling. I can assure you young man, that I will not allow you to evade or dilute a thorough extraction."

Her words seemed to be the final ignominy. She could feel his prostate pulsing wildly as he ejaculated. She had not seen such a tortured emission. His face and body delighted her. Her expert, exquisite but vigorous stimulation was resulting in a prolonged and tumultuous anguished extraction.

Richard realized she had won. She could to him what she whatever she wanted and he was helpless. His guilt at being made to, no forced to ejaculate for his little sister seemed so wrong and yet his sexual excitement had never been so strong or so prolonged. Oh my God!

The girls watched in delight as thick globules of semen splattered into the test-tube. Again and again he ejaculated, his body stiff and unyielding as if its only purpose was to emit copious amounts of semen. Francis watched as each emission was captured by Miss Gillian. She watched as Charlotte drew her finger up the shaft to captures the final beads of his agonising and overwhelming forced extraction.

"Poor baby, you are in a state aren't you sweetheart. Never mind it is all for your own good. Now Miss Gillian will just give your testicles a little squeeze to make sure you are not hiding anything in those plump little balls of yours."

Francis delighted in his juvenile blushes as she taunted him.

Gillian smirked at Francis as she squeezed his testicles, watching the boy's face grimace as his body shuddered before sinking back into the bed.

They let him lay exhausted upon the bed. Over the next twenty minutes they had washed him as if he were a baby. Talked to him as if he were a young child... in fact cocooned him into luxurious sense of well-being.

Francis had leaned over him several times, her voice as caring and as endearing as any young nurse caring for a good-looking boy. And then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world she had kissed his lips. At the same time as she kissed him, her delicate fingers had roamed over his chest and downward until she had captured his penis and testicles in her hand. She had thrust her tongue between his lips, spearing and penetrating his mouth as comprehensively as her slender fingers had penetrated his bottom.

Richard had gasped as she released his lips. "Don't worry sweetheart, I am going to take good care of you. I am going to milk you so thoroughly that you will never ever have any distractions. Never ever!"

She squeezed his penis until he gasped.

"I am going to love you and cherish you... and sweetheart if you ever let me down, I am going to take your bare little bottom over my knees and spank and spank and spank until you cry and cry and cry. Do you understand Richard, you will always have respect for me, always... and I will always love and care for you. Well Richard, what do you say?"

Richard did not have to think, he knew.

"Oh Yes Miss Francis."

Francis stroked his cheek and stood for a few moments examining his perfect physique. Richard looked closely at his sister as she stood by the bed. He could see the gentle swell of her bare breast through the unbuttoned tunic. He could see the tiny waist above her firm hips, the long thighs and shins above the daintiest of feet. My God, she is perfect... perfect for me!

Francis looked at both girls as she spoke. She did not dare to observe the look of shock on her brother's face when he heard her words.

"Right girls, lets get to work. I want another full and comprehensive extraction. I want him to be completely drained of his semen. He is not to be allowed to evade any of this extraction. It is to be most thorough. I want to make sure that this young man knows exactly how comprehensive our extractions can be."

She could see that both girls had turned towards Richard. She risked a quick glance, seeing his complete shock and horror to the news. Blithely she carried on talking to girls and ignoring Richard.

"We will be going home for the long vacation next week and I want Richard to be well used to multiple extractions before we leave. Are you both looking forward to spending your summer vacation at our home. I have a lot planned and my aunt is so looking forward to meeting you both. I have informed my aunt of our privileges as members of the extraction volunteer group, and she is rather intrigued and very much looking forward to observing our methods !"
Francis did not need to observe Richard's face as she slipped on a latex glove and snapped the wrist.

Epilogue

They had arrived at the home of Francis and Richard just after midday. Aunt Ruth had greeted them with a mildly restrained wild enthusiasm. After their initial greeting she had ushered Francis, Gillian and Richard up the grand staircase, instructing Francis and Richard to take the luggage to their respective rooms and show Gillian to her room. She had immediately taken Charlotte into the kitchen where she made two coffees in the professional looking coffee maker, and seated them both at the table.

"Come along then Charlotte, spill the beans. You must know that I am bursting to know what is happening with Richard." Charlotte looked at Aunt Ruth, she seemed far too young to have brought two children up from an early age.

"No Aunt Ruth, first you tell me how a woman of.... what are you, twenty-four?" Ruth turned her head, "Twenty-seven, but only just. Richard was three and Francis was still a baby when the air crash happened. I was thirteen. Their parents had some very good friends, who live a few miles down the beach. They handled the will, the insurance payout, which was absolutely huge - and all the arrangements for me to live here and administer the money as soon as I was old enough. They had arranged for a nanny for the children - and a live-in tutor for me. Harriett, who was my sister's best friend, more or less lived with us until I was nineteen. But of course as soon as they were admitted to Savilles the pressure was off and I have continued to study languages here at home. I miss my sister, but have been compensated by having her children, Francis and Richard."

Charlotte instinctively took hold of Ruth's hand across the table. "I can't believe that you have brought two children up. You are so beautiful... and I bet your sister was too, to have such beautiful children."

"Yes she was... and so are you Charlotte. Now come on spill the beans."

Charlotte spent the next forty minutes telling Ruth everything. From her own and Judith's experiences with Jim, to the thrilling part that both Francis and Gillian had played in the young boy’s regime.

They were eventually interrupted by Gillian and Francis. "I have instructed Richard to prepare himself for a thorough milking as he missed it this morning because of the early flight."

Ruth looked at Francis and gave her a look of disapproval. "Don't you want your brother to miss even one day of from your attentions Francis?

Francis grinned and leaned over and kissed Ruth on the cheek. "No, I want you to see what we do... and I know Richard will just die of embarrassment when he see's you watching him Aunty. But, my dear lovely Aunty Ruth," she grinned cheekily, "I thought you would have been able to get that examination couch I asked you for by now. Did you not find a supplier for them?"

"I suppose you had all better come with me." Ruth said as she stood up from the table. Oh where is Richard?" Francis looked slightly puzzled but answered the question. "Oh he has to prepare himself and then go to bed in just his pyjama bottoms and wait for us."
"Follow me then, all of you." She led the girls through the corridors of the large house, stopping in the sitting room for a moment so they could look through its open glass doors to the magnificent ocean view. They continued on to a room situated off a wide corridor. She did not open the door, but turned to the three girls. "You may show your friends the results of my research and preparations. I have enjoyed doing it... and I think I may have exceeded your expectations Francis."

Francis looked mystified and intrigued as Ruth stood back and gestured to the girls. "In you go... and you can tell me how well - or badly I have done - after you have examined everything."

Ruth stood back and watched Francis lead Charlotte and Gillian into the room. She could hear their excited chatter and gasps of astonishment as they seemed to be rushing everywhere within the room. She knew eventually that they would look into the adjoining bathroom. She waited as she heard drawers opening and closing and then the soft pneumatic whine of machinery. When she heard their laughter, she knew that they had entered the bathroom.

She waited for another five minutes before she entered the room herself. The girls were laughing between their gasps of amazement as they explored all of the equipment. Ruth looked at them, seeing their delighted faces.

In the middle of the room stood the 'Elite Gynaecological Couch' It was fully decked out with deep padded stirrups. There was a comprehensive foot controller for its fully automatic memory operation. Around the room were rows of drawers cupboards and shelves. A medical trolley with drawers and castors stood alongside the electronic couch. A similar, but smaller one stood next to it. Ruth had filled the shelves with lubricants, towels, latex gloves and a vast selection of bottles and jars. The various consumables gave the room a fully 'ready for use' look.

She knew that the bathroom would have intrigued them particularly, with its plumbed in 'Angel of Water' colonic irrigation system. She had to admit to herself that she had had, without doubt, the most wonderful month overseeing the work that had completely changed the unused downstairs bedroom. It was now, without doubt, a comprehensively and fully equipped medical clinic. Ruth had cleverly ordered the equipment and installation from a New York company, so that there could be no local builder, plumbers or suppliers to gossip about her preparations. She had delighted in picturing Richard's beautiful naked body draped over the luxurious 'Angel of Water' couch and having him feel the wonderful sensations that she had felt when she had tried it out.

"I presume, your faces are a sign of you approval. Am I right?" Francis rushed over and hugged her Aunt. "Its amazing, no better than that... miraculous!" She stood back as the other joined her. "This bed is mega-miraculous . I thought the one I chose was good, but this one is out of this world." She dragged her Aunt over to the examination couch, which was finished in a bright yellow, fully washable, vinyl. "It's got so many controls and adjustments. Please show me... it's amazing!"

Ruth laughed as she showed them the electronic adjustments and then the memory store for up to ninety-nine different positions. "I think we will be able to store quite a few different positions for Richard this afternoon, don't you girls."

Charlotte looked at Ruth and saw the same look in her eye that she had seen when she had first introduced Zoe to Jim’s naked body.

Gillian suddenly interrupted. "Let me go and check on Richard, I will be back in a few moments... that is if I don't get lost in this beautiful house." She dived out of the door before anyone could comment.

Gillian met Richard at the top of the stairs, he blushed as she looked at him. "Oh Miss Gillian, I am just going to the bathroom. I have been putting all my things away."

"Don't worry Richard, take your time. Put you pyjama bottoms on when you have showered, and then come downstairs to the sitting room." Richard blushed. "Oh Miss Gillian... I don't want Aunty Ruth to see me, erm... she might wonder why I am only erm... wearing my..."

Gillian cut him off from finishing the sentence.

"You will do as you are told Richard. But, as I have said, there is no hurry. It is two pm. I will expect you in the sitting room at three. If you are not there in your pyjama bottoms and nothing else. I will spank your pretty little bottom until you cry real tears. You won't be able to hide that from your Aunty Ruth now will you? I mean being spanked over the knees of a little thirteen-year-old girl like me!"

Richard blushed and was just about to turn towards the bathroom door when Gillian smiled kindly at him. She took his waist with both hands and drew him towards her. She bent her head upwards and kissed him on the lips. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and held him in a lingering kiss. He gasped for air as she released his lips. She could feel his penis erecting and dropped her hand to his groin. She squeezed him through his trousers before she let him go. His face was bright red as he stumbled into the bathroom.

"Three o' clock, Richard!"

Gillian dived into the beautiful bedroom that she had been allocated and started going through the dresses that were hanging from her folding clothes carriers. She found her new white cotton tunic that Miss Webster had supplied and laid it on the bed. She smiled to herself as she thought about the dress. Miss Webster had allowed two inches extra length to account for her extremely long legs. Gillian had stood in front of her full length mirror and adjusted the fine cotton tunic with pins until it was on the limit of being 'barely decent'. She had taken it to one of the academy's house keepers, one who was particularly proficient with needle and thread, and had had her re-sew the hem.

Knowing that Richard would be occupied for quite a while, she stripped her clothes off until she was standing naked. She could not help admiring her svelte young body in the mirror. Deliciously she smoothed her fingers over her nipples until they stood out proudly from her breasts. She smirked at the firm nubs of flesh, delighting in the feel and the sight of herself. She picked up her tunic and walked quickly out of the bedroom and down the wide grand stairway.

She was well prepared for everyone's look of astonishment as she walked into the newly built clinic. Before Aunt Ruth, Charlotte or Francis could get over their astonishment, she had laid her dress over the medical trolley and had placed her smooth bottom cheeks upon the examination couch.

"Richard is in the bathroom and I have told him to come to the sitting room at three o'clock, suitably undressed of course. So that gives us nearly an hour to get me in position. I presume you will need to practice upon a live model... and maybe memorise one or two embarrassing positions. Especially the width and height of the stirrups." She grinned at them, her pretty face and slender naked body looked absolutely divine.

The girls and Aunt Ruth where laughing as they approached the examination couch. It was Charlotte that set the tone.

"Well Gillian, we will use you to adjust the couch. But you need not think that it will end there. Naughty girls that walk around without proper clothing get their bottoms spanked. I might add Gillian, that I am still head girl. You will address me as such while your bottom and vagina are being fully and thoroughly penetrated. I assure you young lady, that you will be squirming in those stirrups by the time we have finished with you."

Charlotte looked at Aunt Ruth. "Would you like to help me get this young girl in the stirrups. I want her high and wide. But first I think we will get her in a good position so that her pretty bottom is raised for a spanking. It will do her good... and get the blood flowing to the right area."

Aunt Ruth saw Gillian blush, but also saw that her nipples, which had already been firmly aroused, had been stiffening gradually while Charlotte had been speaking to her. They had stiffened so much that the girl had to rub her hand over them to assuage their prominent rigidity.

They positioned her, ignoring her gasps as her thighs were rudely brought towards her head by the effectiveness of the bed's sophisticated mechanisms. Eventually, her long thighs were almost touching her breasts. Her shins were raised high and wide over her head.

Her pretty bottom had been raised up from the bed by the positioning of her legs; her buttocks were now spread wide open by the width of the stirrups.

Charlotte again took charge. "Ruth, can I ask you to give this wanton young thirteen-year-old a thorough and vigorous hand-spanking!"

Francis, who had been stood watching the proceedings, spoke softly into her Aunt's ear. Her cheeks blushed to a pretty pink as she whispered her instruction so that Gillian could not hear. "Aunty Ruth, please would you play with her little clitty-bean while you spank her. I think she would look delicious if you were to do that to her. Charlotte and I will hold her still if she starts squirming too much."

Ruth looked at Francis and smiled. "I know Francis. But don't forget the shopping list you gave me. Look in the top drawer of the trolley."

Francis couldn't for a moment remember the contents of the pages and pages of instructions that she had emailed to her Aunt. She looked into the top drawer of the trolley and saw the yellow Velcro straps.

"Oh Aunty, they even match the couch."

Ruth looked at her smiling in a superior way. "They are baggage safety straps. They are nice and soft and should work fine. Look in the second drawer."

Francis was intrigued as she lifted out the straps and passed them to Charlotte. She quickly opened the second drawer and looked inside. Laid neatly in row upon row were a total of twenty-six vibrators. Each was a different size and shape, although most were similarly phallic, there was still a comprehensive representation for every possible use. Some were metal, some plastic. One intriguing one, had a ball-shaped end. It was quite large sitting at the end of a slim curved rod. The base of it thickened to a leaf-shaped flange. A wire ran from the flange to a small neat plastic box.

Francis looked at Ruth with an expression of disbelief and intrigue as she turned towards Gillian. Gillian's arms were laid above her head and had been fastened by two long straps.

"Right it looks like I am in charge for the moment. So Charlotte, hand me that jar of medical grade lubricant would you. Francis, you may just stroke her between her legs for a moment."

Francis looked at Gillian who grimaced at her comically. Francis placed her hand gently over Gillian's proud, plump mound of flesh that looked so enticing. Francis placed her hand, palm-down, between her widely-spread thighs and began to stroke gently. She could already feel the wetness beneath her hand as she delicately stroked over the sensitive flesh. Gillian shivered deliciously as she was stimulated by Francis's intuitive strokes; only to suddenly gasp when Ruth, without warning, applied the cold lubricant with a firm slap to the delicate rosebud of her anus.

"You had better relax your bottom Gillian, I can spank quite severely, especially on the bare bottoms of naughty girls who flaunt their bodies. Now just relax." Her fingers delved firmly between the young girl's buttocks. Suddenly she slipped her index finger firmly and dextrously up through the sphincter.

Gillian suddenly cried out. "Hooo... oooh, Aunty Ruth... oh, oh, oooOOH."

Ruth whispered to Francis. "Just choose a nice one for your friend." She gestured towards the drawer of vibrators. "They are all fully charged."

Francis grinned and felt in the drawer, her other hand never leaving the plump and quivering pudenda of her friend. She glanced at the vibrator as she passed it to her Aunty Ruth.

"Not a bad choice, Francis"

Gillian suddenly shivered, her body quivering with sensation as Ruth pushed a second finger into her anus.

"Just relax sweetheart. Aunty Ruth knows just how to deal with naughty little girls." She slipped her fingers in and out of the ring of muscle as she steadily dilated it.

"Deep breaths sweetheart, here we go, just relax that little rosebud!" Gillian gasped and wriggled her whole body. The girls could almost feel her excitement as Ruth slipped her fingers out of the girl and introduced the snub-nosed vibrator. They heard Gillian expel her breath in a loud gasp as the vibrator slid up into her bottom. The flange slipped home between her cheeks as if the vibrator had been sucked into her bottom.

"Oh... ah... ah... umph."

"There we are all done and ready for your smack bottom."

Gillian could hardly contain her feeling of trepidation as the large intrusion slid up into her bottom. She shivered again as Ruth placed her hand next to Francis's and placed her first two fingers on either side of the girl's clitoris.

Suddenly Ruth raised her right hand and slapped the young girl's bottom. Gillian gasped and wriggled within the tight confines of the examination couch.

"Smack... smack... smack... smack..." Ruth watched and felt the girl shiver quite violently. She quickly became aware of the wetness seeping from the plump lips of the young girl's virgin pudenda. She spanked in a steady rhythm as she earnestly stimulated the girl's erect and quivering clitoris. She watched Francis casually slip her slender fingers inside quivering young girl. The pliant peach slices seemed to grip Francis's hand as her fingers began to move inside.

Gillian moaned, her voice shakily forming her words. "Oh pleeeease nooo... nooo, oh please.

Francis felt guilty as she scissored her fingers back and forth in a flurry, knowing that the sensation would be almost unbearable. At the same time, Ruth casually slipped the prepuce from her clitoris. The flesh was already erected and Ruth smiled as she began to spank harder. She watched Charlotte reach for the girl's breasts hidden beneath her thighs. Cruelly, and deliberately, she took one nipple between the fingers of each hand and squeezed firmly.

"Hoooo... oh... oh no."

Gillian began to shiver and shake with the onslaught. Ruth nonchalantly twisted the base of the vibrator between spanks. She watched as Gillian's body reacted immediately. Goose bumps appeared all over her slender pubescent body and she became completely rigid.

"Oh... please no... I can't stand it... what are you doing to me... eee... ahhh."

Nonchalantly, Ruth took her clitoris between finger and thumb and rubbed them back and forth over the erectile flesh. To everyone's surprise Gillian's young body suddenly went into violent spasms. Her flesh quaked in sheer and unadulterated sexual sensation. She seemed to growl as her orgasm enveloped every single nerve-ending of her barely pubescent body. Her senses, for the first time in her young life, had been subjected to a prolonged and ultimately unbearable torture. It was so exquisitely tormenting that she was almost apoplectic. Surely no-one could withstand this excruciating sexual torture.

The girls, stimulated her well beyond her naive endurance, until, inevitably, her body collapsed. Charlotte quickly let go of the beautiful young girl and pressed the foot-pedal remote to relieve the stirrups. Ruth switched off the vibrator and slipped it from her bottom. The stirrups moved back, allowing the girl's legs to extend into a relaxed position. Gillian was breathing hard, as if she had just run a race. Her pretty mouth was open, her pink lips glistening with moisture. She could feel the comforting hand of Aunty Ruth, gently cupping her prominently raised pubis as she lay in absolute sexual satiation. Although she had been through the most extreme sexual trauma, her thoughts were already focussing.

Such intensity. Such a wicked combination. The mercurial cruelty of simultaneously applied, unbearable pain and forced intense sexual stimulation.

It was several minutes before she could fully comprehend the full extent of her violent orgasm. She felt Charlotte release her arms and gently stroke her breasts. My god, she thought to herself. Is that what we are doing to those young boys? She could not help the spear of wicked pleasure that pierced upwards between her legs at that very thought.

The instigators of Gillian's acute trauma gradually began to lighten their conversation as Gillian recovered on the gynaecological couch. After a brief respite she got shakily to her feet and headed for the bathroom. She grinned at the two girls and winked cheekily at Aunty Ruth. "I seem to have shot myself in the foot there, then. I vote we take it in turns, so who is next?" She tripped herself in a comic gesture before disappearing through the doorway. The girls laughed heartily at her remarks and comic walk. It was twenty minutes later that Gillian had showered and stepped into her tunic. She was completely naked beneath it. Charlotte and Francis had freshened their make-up and had dressed in their tunics too, although they had both decided to wear panties.

As they all sat in the sitting room, there was an unvoiced air of expectation and suspense. Ruth was dressed in a clinicians dress with a high collar. It was one of many that had been gifted to her by the equipment suppliers. She had made coffee for the girls and had brought a fruit juice for the boy. Richard had not yet come down, as it was still ten minutes before three. Francis, looked at each of them in turn.

He is going to die of shame, embarrassment and humiliation. I just know he is!

Aunt Ruth spoke to all of the girls. "You have all had first-hand experience of Richard's procedure. So, I was thinking that perhaps it would be best if we went back into the clinic and left Francis to tell the boy what his regime for the rest of the vacation would be. What do you all think?"

Francis looked at her Aunt. "No Aunty, we will all go into the clinic and you may wait here for Richard. Take your time with him Aunty. I know he will be very embarrassed, but we had better get it over with, and you are the person to do it."

Without another word, the girls trooped out leaving Ruth alone on the settee. She had got used to Francis and her dominant attitude. Although she was precocious, Ruth realised that she was probably right. Although rueful that it had been left to her to break the ice with Richard.

It was only a few moments later that Richard walked through the doorway. He blushed profusely and stammered. He was bare-chested, and bare-footed. His pyjama bottoms had the usual opening in the front - and Richard on seeing his Aunt, immediately clasped his hands over the opening. She could see his eyes widen in astonishment at the sight of her short clinician's dress.

Richard was dumbfounded, he had not seen his Aunt Ruth, dressed like this before. Well at least not since he had been around eight or nine, when they would have a babysitter to look after them and she would wait for the stretch limousine to take her to the theatre or gallery. Very few girls are able to look impeccable without make up. Ruth had that rare beautiful skin, that almost glistens, being so smooth and flawless.

Richard saw, that now, with just the merest touch of expertly applied make-up, Aunty Ruth was not just beautiful, she was stunning! Richard could not take his eyes off her. Her long, lightly-tanned legs, seemed to go on forever. Especially with the hem of her dress being stretched across the upper regions of her beautifully-shaped thighs.

Her waist looked impossibly narrow, and yet, her slender torso supported her full exquisitely-shaped breasts. Instead of just swelling her tunic, each breast seemed to be swathed individually in the fine white cotton material. The collar of the dress, was ostensibly, just like a shirt collar, except that it fastened, with no opening high on her graceful neck. The smooth material was almost touching her fine jaw-line, which was further enhanced by her hair, which was pulled back and neatly tied behind her head.

"Oh Aunty erm... I was expecting erm... Miss Francis and erm... Miss Charlotte and Miss Gillian. Oh Aunt, they told me to come in here... erm... because... and I have to address them all as Miss. It is the rule, er it is since... er school..."

Richard would have continued babbling if Ruth had not interjected. She gracefully tilted her head as she spoke.

"Don't worry darling, I know all about it. You don't have to worry about any of it. I have made some changes in the house, so that Miss Francis, Miss Charlotte and Miss Gillian can make your daily extractions far more thorough. The girls will now have complete access to every inch of your body. So just relax and let me have a good look at you darling."

Richard blushed profusely as Ruth mentioned his extraction and that it would be even more thorough. His hands, which were still firmly clasped in the front of his pyjamas, seemed to tighten. His bare chest heaved with embarrassment.

"Come and stand in front of me Richard." The young boy stumbled until he was standing in front of his seated Aunt.

"My you are a good boy. Now take those hands away and stand up straight." Richard just blushed deeper still, but did not move his hands.

"I know you are embarrassed but you must obey me. Now put your hands upon the top of your head... I mean, right now, Richard."

He looked shocked at the firm tone of his beautiful Aunty Ruth. She had never spoken to him so sternly. His cheeks coloured up again as he quickly put his hands upon his head.

"Good boy Richard, now listen to me. I know that Francis has had to paddle your bare bottom until you cried. You may think it would be embarrassing for you to have to tell me that your little sister spanked your bare bottom. But it was the right thing for her to do. She spanked you until you suddenly realised how much you had belittled her." Ruth paused, anticipating the moment, she knew was to come very soon. She continued.

Francis made you realise, how wrong you had been, and that shows just how wise she is. Little girls are far more mature than little boys. So from now on she will always be in charge of you when I am not here. You will eventually understand, exactly why she will be in charge of you and the reasons for it. If you behave Richard, and obey her implicitly, it might save you having to be spanked on the bare bottom again. Do you understand me?"

Richard blushed further but nodded his head. "Yes Aunty."

"Good boy, Richard. Now stand still while I take your pyjamas down."

"But... but Aunty."

"Now don't make a fuss. She put her hands upon each side of his naked torso and slid them down to his waist. She felt his body shiver from her touch. She could see and feel his consternation as she moved her hands together over the front of his pyjama bottoms. Delicately she took the cord and pulled the ends. She could feel the nervous jolt of shame run through his body as the bottoms slid down his legs to the floor. She placed her hands upon his hips and spoke to him softly.

"There we are, just step out of them and let me have a look at you."

He was shivering in shame as she looked into his face. "Now just keep still." She looked down, already aware that his penis was filling out. She watched him, alternating her view between his blushing face and his rapidly erecting penis.

"Just stay as you are, she murmured, as she slipped her right-hand between his legs and cupped his scrotum. Richard jerked his hips and shivered from the cool, delicate and sensual touch of her hand.

How could he survive his utter humiliation. She had looked into his eyes and seemingly made him watch her, as she had deliberately looked down at his bared penis and testicles. Then, against all hope of a reprieve, he had watched her hand reach between his legs and felt the incredible sensation of her delicate fingers wrapping around his scrotum. She looked so cool and imperious, whereas he felt hot, gauche and utterly humiliated.

"My, my, Richard, you are growing up. Your little testes are really full and heavy." She reached for his penis with her left hand and immediately skinned his foreskin back. She could feel his body quake with an immediate and violent tremor. His hips writhed at her touch, as she held his pale, burgeoning penis and plump testicles with both of her hands.

What a beautiful boy. His body and face are perfect. His penis and testicles are such a delight. Oh my Richard, how delicious you are!

Richard knew immediately that he had lost. His penis reacted as soon as he felt the first contact. My god she had bared his penis fully, his foreskin was stretched so tightly that he dare not move.

His penis suddenly throbbed in her hands, the soft velvety tube of his foreskin was stretched tight, as slowly but inevitably the boy erected. "No wonder, you were not able to control your erections, Richard. We will have to take you firmly in hand for the entire vacation. I think you will need to be milked far more thoroughly and far more often, especially if you are to get through your holiday work."

Richard felt a nervous sensation in the pit of his stomach as her words properly sank in.

"Now turn around and bend over so that I can examine your bottom." She took her hands away from him, delighting in the throbbing erection she had left him with.

"Now bend right over and grasp your ankles, there that's the way." She placed both hands upon his buttocks and stretched them apart. She could clearly see the neat little rosebud as she stroked her fingers down in-between the deep cleft of his buttocks and over the timid recoiling flesh of his sphincter.

Richard was cocooned in utter shame as he bent over. My God, she is looking between my bottom cheeks... she can see everything.

"Good boy. You may stand up now and face me." She watched his shame-faced shuffle as he turned to face her again. She was thrilled to see that he had replaced his hands upon his head.

"I am sure that Miss Charlotte, Miss Francis and Miss Gillian will soon have those little balls of yours completely emptied. Now, you may drink your juice and then I want you to keep your hands upon your head while I walk you through to our new facility. I have had it installed in the old downstairs bedroom. The girls will be able to milk you far more efficiently there, now that they have the proper equipment... and of course you will be far more comfortable."

At that moment, Richard gave up. But that did not help him to distance himself from the shame and humiliation he felt, nor inure him from future shame and embarrassment.

Ruth sat back gracefully, delighting in the vision of his perfect physique while he drank. It was delightful to have him naked and under her control, fully sanctioned by his school doctor.

Moments later, she rested her hand upon the top of his buttocks as she walked him through the corridor. His rigid penis was swinging from side to side as he walked. His face was absolutely bright red and his lips were quivering with embarrassment. The door to the clinic was slightly ajar. She slapped his bottom sharply, urging him through the doorway and into the room. His gasp of amazement at the complete change within the room, was followed by a second, larger gasp of trepidation as he saw that the girls were waiting for him, all three of them beautifully alluring and dressed to perfection, in white clinical tunics.

And yet here he was. Almost two years older than his sister and Miss Gillian. Standing naked with his erection sticking out in front of him. The shame of it weighing heavier than he could bear. He saw Miss Gillian deliberately look at his erection, she turned her head so overtly that he had to pay attention to the look of amusement upon her face. He felt his eyes drawn to her long legs. The hem of her dress was so high that it seemed to finish almost at the juncture of her thighs.

Francis moved forward quickly and took him by the arm while he was still in shock.

"Come along Richard, we need to get your little peenie milked until those plump squidgy balls of your are completely empty. I don't want any fidgeting when I play 'Lucky-Dip' inside your pretty bottom."

Richard blushed immediately to a deeply-heated shade of red. He remembered how, when they were younger, Francis had always played lucky dip by pulling up her sleeve and plunging the whole of her arm into the sack. She would rummage around, with her little fingers searching every nook and cranny of the large coloured sack until she found the biggest present. He looked at her in pure embarrassment as she pouted at him exactly as she used to, when he and Aunty Ruth would shout for her to hurry up.

Francis could see by his blushes that he had remembered. She looked up at him and pouted once more. "I am going to dig deeper this time." She thrilled as his lips trembled with embarrassment.

The other arm was quickly taken by Gillian, as they both seated him on the end of the low examination couch and quickly laid him back. It took only a few moments, before they had hoisted his legs into the stirrups and Charlotte had fastened his hands firmly above his head.

She bent over him with her lips only inches away from his face. He could feel her sweet breath against his burning cheeks. "Hold tight sweetheart and we will take good care of you." She kissed him softly on the lips and spent several moments looking in to his eyes, which were already glistening with the shame he felt. She nodded to Ruth, who moved her foot forward and pressed the controller to 'Position One'. She looked up to see the alarm upon his face as the bed moved automatically.

Its movements were steady and smooth as the stirrups separated to a width far wider than he had ever experienced, and then upwards to a height that seemed to take all the weight from his bottom cheeks. The backrest lowered until his back was laid absolutely flat. Charlotte immediately placed a tiny pillow beneath his head, checking that his arms were fully secure at the same time.

Richard had never felt so openly displayed. His legs were spread wider and higher than when he was laid upon the table at his school examination.

Ruth watched as the naked boy was helplessly spread open wide. His pale, erect penis and bulging scrotum were completely unhindered. Every inch of him was deliciously available to the young girls.

His face was crimson with utter humiliation. His shame was amplified by the fact that each girl was pretty to the extreme, their nubile young bodies, sexily clad in white tightly tailored tunics gave them the air of a doctor or nurse. In fact it was exactly like the dress-up game of 'Doctor and Nurse' but where, unfortunately for him... he was the patient, naked for them to examine as they pleased. Richard, the permanently naked patient, could not have felt more humbled or mortified.

He suddenly felt the whole bed raise up until it was at optimum height for the attentions of his sister and her friends. He looked at his Aunt and blushed immediately on seeing her intimately examining his erect penis.

Ruth had suddenly realised that the boy had been shaved bare, even under his arms.

It was Charlotte that instigated the first actions and instructions. "Now Richard, I want your Aunty Ruth to be able to observe how we stimulate you, so that you are forced to ejaculate." She laid her hand gently against his left nipple and toyed with it idly as she continued.

"Now Ruth, I know that you are obviously cognizant of a young boy's anatomy. But I will explain what we are going to do, just as a matter of course. If that would be alright?"

Ruth nodded her head, knowing that Richard would be totally embarrassed by the dialogue.

"Now, Richard's first ejaculation will be obtained quite quickly. It is just the dilation of the anus that takes time." Richard immediately gasped with shock as he realised that he was going to be made to ejaculate twice.

"Oh please Miss Charlotte... please not twice!"

Charlotte looked at him kindly as she leaned her face over his. "Now don't interrupt sweetheart. I am talking to your Aunty Ruth."

Richard blushed. He wanted to continue protesting, but he dare not.

"Now, Miss Francis will penetrate his bottom quite thoroughly, until his sphincter is fully dilated. She will then stroke her fingers over his prostate gland while I manipulate his penis. As you can probably guess, little boys often try to evade our stimulation, especially if they feel it is too intense. So, for that reason, Gillian will retract his foreskin or prepuce until all the nerves of his penis are fully exposed. She will keep the skin retracted throughout the entire procedure, so he will not be able to avoid my thorough stimulation of his penis."

She looked down at Richard's blushing face and touched her delicate fingers to his lips to show him that his silence was required.

"Gillian will first rotate the palm of her hand against the tip of his urethra. This is an extreme stimulation that sensitises the nerves without causing immediate ejaculation. Richard can be very naughty while this is being applied, so if he starts wriggling, would you spank his little bottom for me? I mean for you to do it while Gillian is stimulating him. It would be most helpful."

She smiled at Ruth as she continued.

"When Gillian is finished, she will hold the foreskin tightly, stretching it fully downwards, while I begin to stimulate the exposed flesh. Francis will warn me of his impending ejaculation, so if you will hold the glass for me Ruth. Today I am going to use both of my hands upon the exposed crown and rim of his penis.

"Oh Miss... Miss Charlotte."

Charlotte turned her attention to the young boy who was trembling with the thought of what was to come. He was also blushing to an even deeper red. His face wreathed with utter embarrassment. He could hardly contemplate that his Aunt Ruth would be witnessing his utter degradation.

"Please be quiet Richard, I am talking."

She turned her head back towards Ruth. "As he ejaculates, his sister will squeeze his testes firmly, ensuring a thorough evacuation of his semen."

She turned to Francis. "We had better get him started Francis."

Francis moved between his widely spread legs, wheeling the smaller trolley with her. The jar of lubricant was on the surface, with the top already removed. There was a large empty glass measuring beaker standing next to the lid as well as small hand towels, several tubes of differing lubricants and a bulbous rectal thermometer Next to the thermometer was a long-jawed rectal speculum.

She spoke to her Aunt, making sure that Richard could hear her. "If you would just stand there Aunty, you will be able to see everything and be ready to spank his little bottom for him. If you want the paddle to spank him with, I have left one on the shelves behind you."

Richard groaned in anguish. He did not realise how cleverly the girls were deliberately embarrassing him. Had he known, it might have been worse, for he could have been sure that, although their words and actions might differ, he would always be thoroughly shamed and embarrassed by them.

Ruth watched avidly as Francis stood between his legs and began to gently apply lubricant to her right hand. Ruth saw her lower the fully lubricated palm and fingers to the point on the boy, where the spine meets the buttocks. Deftly, she stroked the pads of her fingers and the palm of her hand, up and down the crevice of his bottom, pressing firmly over the sphincter each time her hand passed the ultra-sensitive rosebud. She bent her elbow so that her could exert maximum pressure to the quivering ring of muscle that was centred between the widely spread cheeks of his bottom.

"Oooohh... noooo... Misssss."

His gasps and protestations were ignored as Francis re-greased her hands and nonchalantly slipped two fingers up into his bottom. Ruth was fascinated by the way her young niece worked her slender hands in and around the sensitive sphincter. She could see the timid rosebud recoiling as she looked closely between the cheeks of his bottom. She looked at Francis, she could see her face in studied concentration. Perhaps there was something else in her expression, she thought. Ruth was intrigued and watched Francis closely.

Her tongue was protruding prettily through her parted lips. Her sensual touch upon the boy seemed to be giving her intense pleasure, if Ruth had read her expression correctly.

Further up the examination couch, both Gillian and Charlotte were gently stroking their hands over the boy's naked body. they watched him shudder and gasp as Francis dexterously plied her busy fingers between his cheeks. Occasionally she nudged the back of her hand against his bulging scrotum as her wrists flexed with her ever-increasing intrusion into his bottom.

Ruth watched as suddenly a third finger entered into the delicate opening of her naked young nephew. He was groaning loudly as Francis stretched the tender muscle of his sphincter. Her voice was clear and precise, but Ruth could detect an undertone of sensuality. "Hold tight now Richard and try and relax your little bottom for me."

Without effort her little finger joined the others, and she began the exciting task of slowly stretching his sphincter wider to accommodate her knuckles.

"Oh pleease Miss Francis... ooooOOHH. Please Miss Francis... no more!"

"Just relax sweetie, we are nearly done. Now you know the routine... deep breaths, come along... in... out... in... out."

Francis waited until her brother began to copy her instruction, timidly drawing in and exhaling his breath. She pushed slowly but firmly until her hand had penetrated him right up to the juncture of her thumb. "Big breaths, Richard." She hardly gave him time to comply as she expertly rotated her hand until she was able to feel his prostate gland with all of her four fingers.

His body shuddered in anguish at her deft manoeuvre.

She nodded towards Gillian Who moved forward. Both Ruth and Francis noticed how sexily she walked, and how deliberately teasing were her movements. She scooped her hand under his scrotum and rolled the testes between her fingers. She looked into his face and spoke provocatively to the boy.

"Just to think Richard, I've got your squidgy little-boy-balls in the palm of my hand. My, they are nice and plump. Miss Francis is going to give them a nice big squeeze when we make you squirt. Now, just hold tight while I peel your little banana. Please promise you won't wriggle so much, I will be very careful with your little pee-pee!"

Ruth looked at Richard watching him tremble and blush at Gillian's word. What a little minx! Every movement, every action or word is an absolute sexual tease. My, the poor boy!

Ruth watched as Gillian wrapped her slender little hand around the throbbing shaft of Richard's penis. The boy bucked his hips in shock, as she deliberately slipped the skin downwards until it was stretched so tightly, that the tip of his penis tilted towards her.

"Ahhh... hoooo... oooOOOH!"

"Do keep still Richard, you know that I've still got to play with your little pee-pee hole. Now try not to wiggle and wriggle like a little worm. You know Aunty Ruth will spank your naughty bottom if you try and escape my hands. Little boys are so naughty! Here we go... are you ready to play 'ring-a-ring-of roses' like a good little pumpkin?"

As Gillian spoke those words, she began to rotate the palm of her hand in a wide circle. Ruth noticed that her hand was fully tensed and flattened. Ruth could see how excruciating that sort of stimulation would be against such a sensitive part of the penis. Ruth watched in amazement as she cruelly rotated the palm firmly against the urethral opening. The boy was shuddering wildly as his penis was assaulted beyond his endurance. Gillian began to sing softly in her little-girl voice as her hand rotated, scoring over the urethral tip of his penis without ever losing contact or releasing pressure. "Ring a ring a roses, a pocket full of posies..."

Ruth knew that his wild movements were inevitable. The boy tried to lever his hips from the bed in utter anguish. "Ooooohhh... HooOOO."

Ruth leaned toward Francis who had left her enough room for her to raise her hand high. She spanked hard in a flurry of slaps that had the boy's bottom cheeks stinging almost immediately. She stopped her spanking as the boy cried out in distress.

"Oh... oh no please, it's too sensitive... oh please... Miss Gillian."

Gillian smirked at Ruth as she gave the boy's penis an extra rotation before she stopped. "There we are sweetie-pie... fancy having Aunty Ruth spank your little tushy. Now stay still for Miss Charlotte."

Ruth saw the boy suddenly jerk and shiver and looked towards Francis, whose hand had suddenly pushed further into the anus of the anguished young boy.

Francis spoke clearly as Charlotte applied a thin layer of lubricant onto the palm of each hand. "Here we go Richard, it won't take long. Be a brave boy while I play 'Lucky-Dip'."

Francis thrilled as she watched her brother blush in utter torment. You are really going to feel my fingers today, big brother, she thought as she began her manipulation.

Ruth could see the movement of muscle beneath the smooth flesh of Francis's forearm as she began to diligently work her fingers. She would have been astounded, had she been able to observe the incessant flurry of her niece's fingers against the boy's prostate.

Ruth did wonder though, just how intensely Francis was probing and cajoling the very core of his bottom. She could see the girl's ministrations were obviously incredibly effective. Richard's body was reacting to each movement that Francis made inside his bottom.

The gentle strokes of Charlotte's hands had rapidly intensified as the boy's body became rigid. His mouth gaped open and his cries filled the room.

"Oooohhh pleeeeease nooo. Ooooh ahhhaahhhhHHH."

He began to shudder violently, his sinews stretched, seemingly to breaking point.

Francis quickly handed Ruth a glass beaker and then, just as quickly, grasped the boy's swollen Scrotum. Ruth noticed that her forearm and wrist had never stopped moving as she diligently coaxed her brother towards a torturous ejaculation. Suddenly Francis began to tense all four fingers in a rapid squeezing motion. Ruth could see her that her arm was moving rapidly. The boy immediately responded to the increased pressure and speed of his stimulation.

"OoooooohhhhHHH. Oh please no... I can't bear it... Oh Miss Francis... hoooooHH."

Charlotte had increased the firmness of her grip, eliciting the maximum sensation from his bared flesh. Her fingers brooked no evasion as she scored over the exposed nerves, deftly and firmly. She proceeded to use a hand-over-hand motion in such a blindingly rapid movement, that Richard wailed in a display of deep and plaintive emotion.

"Arrrgggghhh.... oooooOOOOHHHH."

Ruth sensed that this was the culmination of the girls' thorough and somewhat callous expert extraction. The naked youngster was so wracked with emotion, that he reluctantly and abjectly ejaculated into the beaker. Spurt, after spurt, splattered rapidly against the inside of the glass beaker that Ruth was holding. Copious globules of semen were being extorted from his young body in such a rapid fashion that she was astonished.

Ruth could not believe that an ejaculation could be so prolonged or tormented. His rapid expulsion of thick and viscous wads of semen seemed interminable. Each emission seemed to be absolutely torn from his body. Oh my god, how could a sensitive young boy be able to withstand such a wicked onslaught to his senses.

Gradually his convulsions ceased and his head sagged to one side. One by one the girl's took their hands away from his body. Gillian moved to the top of the couch and took his head in her hands. She ignored his laboured gasps for breath as, wickedly, she fastened her lips over his and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth.

Francis extricated her hand from his bottom and nonchalantly squeezed his testes firmly with both hands. Ruth only just managed to catch the extra globule of semen, as it was seemingly squeezed from his body.

Gillian lifted her head and watched the boy gasp desperately for breath to fill his lungs. She looked at his face, seeing his extreme vulnerability. Her eyes glanced upwards as Charlotte approached the boy. Charlotte was deeply moved by the boy's look of adoration as she looked deep into his eyes. Her voice was soft and tender, like that of a caring nurse or loving mother.

"Poor baby, never mind Richard... it had to be done. Was it all a little too much for you, don't worry we will take good care of your little penis and testes. What a good boy you are. We are just going to let you rest for about half an hour or so. Now just keep still while Miss Francis slips something into your pretty little bottom... then you can rest. You won't feel a thing so just close your eyes and relax."

She looked over to Francis who was holding one of the large ball-ended prostate-stimulators in her slender hands.

Charlotte watched as Francis leaned forward and slipped two of her fingers up into his bottom. She heard him grunt just once as the ball-ended device was expertly pushed through the ring of his sphincter.

Francis orientated the device so that the ball was pressed firmly against his prostate gland and waited while Gillian taped the base of the device to the juncture of his thighs. Gillian used several pieces of surgical tape, until Francis nodded to her, to confirm that the device was firmly in place. She gently withdrew her fingers and plugged the wires into the control box and placed it upon the top of the surgical trolley.

"There we are sweetheart, now you just get some rest."

*
Rachael Zimmerman was seated in front of her headmistress. The headmistress noted that the girl had filled out beautifully during her final year. "Well Rachael home for the Mid-Year Exeat in two weeks time. I suppose you will still be producing your prodigious output for poor Miss Soames to mark and comment when you get back!"

Rachael smiled, she knew that she was incapable of not working and she knew her form teacher, Miss Soames, would be overloaded.

"Now I have a question to ask you, but I am finding myself reluctant to ask it. So Rachael I am going to ask it, but you don't have to answer immediately. In fact I don't want you to answer it, if the answer is no.
I have made you an appointment to see me at four p.m. tomorrow. If the answer is no, I want you to simply not attend. So, no pressure, OK?"

Rachael nodded and Miss Hartman settled back in her chair and put her hands on her desk.

"You are aware of the Extraction Program, correct?"

Rachael nodded.

"You know that your younger brother, Colin, is being made to ejaculate his semen at least once a day, correct?"

"Yes."

"You know that Francis Chambers is his prime extractor, along with various other girls as they train for it."

"Yes I know something of the rotation and the volunteer induction."

"Now, tell me how well you get on with your brother."

Rachael smiled, somewhat ruefully. "Well I used to think he was a real... can I say it... pain. But he seems to have grown up in to a decent boy. So although I don't mix with him, I can tolerate him... hum... I think."

"Are you aware that your brother was thoroughly spanked for masturbating?"

"To tell the truth, I did hear that Miss Webster spanked him, but I did not know the reason." Rachael pushed her wire-framed glasses further up her pretty nose as she sat upright in her chair.

Victoria Hartman smiled. She knew that when Rachael buried herself in her work, she was oblivious to all else.

"Well Rachael, the Extraction Program was instigated because of Colin and our concerns about other boys like him that had just reached puberty."

Rachael did not comment. Victoria smiled knowing that there was no question and for that reason Rachael would not answer. Although she had been perhaps hoping for a comment from the pretty girl.

"Well Colin was the reason for the Program's instigation. There are many medical and social reasons why we do not allow the boys to masturbate, so they have to suffer the indignity of forced extraction.

They have all been counselled, and on the whole they have all responded well. But the long vacation is causing real problems. I spoke to your mother, who you know is a particularly good friend of mine. She is launching her company on the Stock Market and so will be the busiest she has ever been until she finally let's go of the reins. Which will be more or less be the same time that you all return to school. So Rachael you will see very little of her during the long Exeat.

"She has told me. I will be fine on my own."

Victoria smiled. "Yes I am sure you will."

Victoria looked at the very pretty, but modestly dressed girl and braced herself to ask the question. She knew that Rachael would not react well to euphemisms or any more procrastination.

"Rachael, I want you to extract your brother's semen at least once a day during the entire vacation. I have been told that on most days, certainly over the past few weeks. He has had to have his semen extracted twice. I want you to monitor him and his erections and make absolutely sure that he continues to work hard and does not auto-masturbate. So the regime would most likely be twice a day. There must be no exceptions to this regime." Victoria Hartman took a deep breath and continued as there had been complete silence from Rachael.

"Your mother asked me for every detail of our program and specifically how the extractions are carried out. I explained to her, the procedure that every extractor must adhere to. We have the boy lay upon his bed dressed only his pyjama bottoms. That is obviously after he has toileted and showered.
After the removal of his pyjama bottoms, his legs are placed in stirrups so that his bottom is completely accessible. The boy's rectum is penetrated by hand through his sphincter and both his prostate gland and penis are manipulated and stimulated simultaneously.
The extractor is allowed to fasten his hands, arms, ankles and thighs, to facilitate easier extraction from a recalcitrant boy.
A punishment paddle may be applied to the boy's bared buttocks by the extractor, should it be necessary.
The severity of the punishment is decided by the extractor. It is a difficult job for one person, but manageable, especially after greater co-operation is received, usually after a thorough spanking.

That is the gist of it, although there are many subtle variations that the extractor may introduce if she finds it easier and more effective. Hence each extractor will develop her own style.

I do not want an answer straight away Rachael, hence your appointment with me tomorrow. However I do want you to have a thorough talk with both Charlotte Browne and Francis Chambers. I know that Francis is very young, but Charlotte will tell you how experienced and effective she is at extraction.

Your mother is cognizant of all of this. I also told her of our arrangements here at the academy for new equipment specifically for our extraction program.
She knows that we are installing automated beds and examination couches during the summer months. They will make the extractions much simpler for a single extractor and facilitate a more thorough extraction for the usual team of three.

Your mother, immediately decided to install suitable equipment in her own home, from a list that we provided. She is conscious of the fact that there will be many vacations and that the equipment will serve through all of these as well as your brother's university years. She does not want Colin to ever indulge in clandestine masturbation in your home or anywhere else.

She is most adamant that the boy will never be allowed to masturbate again. She is fully informed of the attendant problems auto masturbation can cause. I will touch upon some of them. These problems are manifold, such as a malformed penis, disease from poor hygiene and skin irritations caused by excessive manipulation of the penis without lubricant or skill.

The worst aspects are, the psychological trauma of pursuing an embarrassing clandestine activity and embarking on habitual masturbation to the detriment of academic work. It is particularly damaging to the development social skills... and normal sexual relations when a boy becomes old enough to have a partner.

I know you are a dedicated and hard-working girl, Rachael. But I do require you to see Charlotte immediately, she knows you will be coming to her study. She will arrange the meeting with Francis Chambers.

One further thing and this is very important. Your mother knows how successful you are here. She will never mention the request that I have made of you if you are to turn it down.

She is quite confident of being able to provide a team of suitable personnel to carry out this duty. She certainly has no hesitation in financially managing the problem to best effect... and she does not want you to have any worries about your brother.

She has told me that she will elect a person - someone to manage the boy. Someone that she has known very well - and for a long time, to oversee the entire project and report any problems directly to her. Oh by the way, as an extractor you would be required to wear a clinicians tunic that Miss Webster has designed. Each girl is provided with eight of tunics, so that their laundry is not a problem.

Thank you for listening to me Rachael. I will know your reply tomorrow. Now before you go, do you have any questions?"

Victoria looked at the girl as she pondered. She thought that the extractors tunic would really transform her. Her school pullover, worn loosely beneath her blazer, did not let anyone see the neat and trim figure that Victoria knew she must possess. She knew that her legs were particularly fine. She had seen her in her running shorts on more than one occasion. However Victoria had never seen beneath the baggy sweaters and pullovers that Rachael habitually wore. But Charlotte had told her that she looked quite beautiful, when she had seen her once, showering in the main showers after a run.

As Victoria waited with absolute patience. She thought that if Rachael was to take it on, it would transform her. Certainly it would take care of her excessive modesty.

Suddenly Rachael looked towards Miss Hartman and spoke. "No, Miss Hartman, thank you." Rachael stood up and smiled politely to Miss Hartman, before she exited through the oak door of the study.

Victoria had to stifle a giggle. 'No' What, did she mean? No, I don't want to do it, or no, I do not have any questions?

Oh well we will see tomorrow. I hope Charlotte has more communication with her than I demonstrated.

It was seven a.m. as Rachael entered the boy's bedroom. Upon the bed, but under the covers was a young boy. Rachael walked up to the bed-head and looked down at his blushing face through her wire framed glasses. She held a clipboard against her chest. The pure white tunic that she wore, showed more of her figure than she was yet comfortable with.

The hem was short and showed most of her firm thighs. The tunic was tightly waisted and only flared outwards immediately under her breasts. Like all of the extractors tunics, her breasts seemed to be prominently displayed through deliberate design and Charlotte had insisted that she must not wear her bra or panties. She decided to brave it, and held the clipboard under her arm as she looked down at the blushing face.

"Are you Jim Murphy?" Rachael knew the boy, through his academic achievement, but thought that this approach would be more effective. As she was a school prefect, she knew that the boy would know her name and her authority within the academy.

"Oh... er... Yes Miss er... Zimmerman.

The boy seemed to be embarrassed to the extreme. Perhaps this will be less traumatic than I had envisaged, she thought, as she turned to put the clipboard upon his set of drawers.

"I understand Jim that your extractors leave a paddle in this bedroom. Where is it, Jim?"

Jim looked not only looked embarrassed but seemed to be in absolutely shocked over her request.

"Oh please... oh please Miss. I have never been naughty or made a fuss oh please Miss."

Rachael looked at him and spoke clearly and simply.

"I did not ask how you behave."

Jim blushed profusely.

"Oh... please Miss... hum... it is in the top drawer of the chest.

"Thank you, Jim."

Rachael opened the drawer and took out the paddle. She held it in her hands for a moment and felt the weight of it. Do they really get paddled with this upon their bare bottoms. This paddle must really, really sting!

She placed the paddle alongside her clipboard and moved back to the bed. Without a word, she neatly drew the covers back until they were folded in a neat and tidy oblong upon the foot of the bed. She smoothed them over until they were perfectly flat, then picked them up and placed them upon a wooden chest that was standing to the far side of the room.

She returned to the bed to see that the boy was bare apart from his pyjama bottoms. He had goose bumps over his flesh and his lips were trembling. His face was a profusion of redness. She could see him become even more agitated as she looked down at his body. She suddenly had a realisation. She was going to undress a boy. Bare him buck naked... and he would be helpless to stop her. She leaned over his hips and delicately picked up the pyjama cords until the ends were laid to each side of his body.

She pulled the ends of the cord apart and delicately opened the single button at his waist. She laid open the flaps of his pyjamas to each side of his hips and looked down at his plump penis. It was lazily curled over his plump scrotum.

Rachael placed her hands upon either side of his bared hips and gave him the one word instruction.

"Lift."

Jim nearly tried to say something and then decided against it. He just managed to blush to a deeper shade of red as he lifted his hips. His embarrassment was almost palpable. Rachael slipped the bottoms down his legs to his ankles. She issued the same word from her pretty lips.

"Lift"

The boy was trembling as he lifted his ankles. She slipped the bottoms from his feet and diligently folded them. She left the naked boy face upwards upon the bed as she took the bottoms, now neatly folded, and placed them upon top of the bed covers. She returned towards the bed and looked at his blushing face, before slowly moving her head deliberately to look straight down at his naked genitalia.

She leaned over and took the boy's penis in her hands. She could feel his body trembling as she gently retracted the prepuce, slipping it further and further back until it revealed the plump and soft flesh of the head. Jim, just looked at her in dumb obedience as she examined his most embarrassing appendage. She could feel it throb in her hands as she kept it there, almost in fascination. She watched it as it became increasingly tumescent.

Suddenly she let go, watching it slap against his belly like a thick, fat uncooked sausage. She remained standing exactly where she was, examining in detail, his naked and trembling body.

His flesh was soft, almost feminine in some respects, she thought. The swelling of his hips, the soft mounds of his chest, that looked more like a girl's immature breasts, than those befitting a fourteen year old boy. His whole body was very much at odds with the considerable girth of his penis or the swollen bulge of his scrotum.

She moved away to the dresser, conscious of his eyes following her every move. She picked up the paddle and held it across her hips as she spoke.

"Turn over Jim and get up onto your knees. Spread each knee until it is on the very edge of the bed and then go down and rest upon your shoulders. Your head and shoulders must be flat on the bed with your face turned this way."

Jim trembled in absolute anguish. His mouth opened to protest. Rachael raised her hand and stopped him before he could begin.

"Every word you speak! - Listen to me Jim. Every word you utter will be three extra strokes. Every minute you waste will also be three extra strokes. Now, I advise you to obey me!"

The boy was in absolute turmoil. What had he done, how many strokes was he to get, even without him protesting. He was going to be paddled and he had no idea why. He looked at her pleadingly but managed to get his body on its side. His face was a picture of anguish, disbelief and protested innocence. Miss Zimmerman stood unrelentingly, placing her legs astride and watched him come to his decision.

He turned over, his face hidden as he struggled to get his knees almost onto the very edge of the bed. He struggled not only physically, but inwardly, as eventually he got into the instructed position. He was nearly in tears as his face turned towards her and he laid his blushing cheek upon the pillow. His arms were laid back on each side of his body. He looked utterly defenceless as he she appraised him.

"Keep still."

Again the terse instruction as he felt her touch his bottom. He could not believe how soft and gentle her hand was as it smoothed over his buttocks. Rachael felt completely empowered as her delicate fingers embraced his flesh. She took her time, enjoying her absolute authority to touch him at will. Round and round, her fingers traced over his soft and plump, juvenile bottom.

He was trembling as she reached beneath him. She carefully cradled his plump scrotum in her right hand, feeling the swollen orbs move around inside the bulging sac as she lifted and cradled them. She pushed her hand further underneath him and felt his penis. It had not shrivelled, which she might have expected. Instead his penis was pointing forward, stiff and erect. She let go of him.

She stood back and quietly placed the paddle back upon the dresser top. She saw that the boy was so distressed that he did not see her. She moved close to his hips and placed her left hand upon the middle of his back.

The boy sobbed in fright, probably, she thought, at his fear of the paddle. He trembled visibly as she spoke.

"Your bottom is far too soft for the paddle Jim. I am going to spank you with my hand. I want you to say the number of the stroke and then thank me for it. Do you understand. You will be allowed only one word, yes or no."

Jim’s bottom seemed to quiver as he spoke. His voice trembled so much that it seemed to wail out of his mouth... "Yesssss."

Rachael raised her right hand and brought it down upon his quivering buttocks.

She heard his indrawn breath and the words of subjugation. "One, Miss Zimmerman, thank you."

Rachael could not believe the thrill she felt.

The spank had given her a strange feeling, one which was not at all what she had anticipated. What she had wanted, was his absolute obedience. What she had got was an intense stab of pleasure between her legs.

She raised her hand again and brought it down upon the opposite cheek of his bare bottom. "Slap."

Jim could not have explained his own emotions as he felt the second slap embrace the right cheek of his bottom. He only knew that it was a new and strange sensation, not at all what he had anticipated feeling.

"Two, Miss Zimmerman, thank you."

Rachael experienced the same feeling again. Was it the slap of her hand, or was it the acquiescent voice that had thanked her.

She raised her hand again and looked at his plump buttocks. They were smooth, just like a young girl. They were now marked with the imprint of her hand upon each cheek. She continued his spanking, thrilling with each spank and with each word of thanks.

Yes, she thought... it was the combination of both. Words and deeds. She quickened her pace and spanked him steadily, while the boy, in the throes of his dilemma, diligently counted and thanked her promptly.

It was on the resounding ninth stroke, that she began to analyse the boy's reaction to her and the spanking she was inflicting upon his bare bottom. She decided that as soon as she had finished, she would examine the physicality that could not tell a lie.

She reached the final twelfth stroke and waited while he had thanked her for it.

She reached between his legs, brushing her hand underneath his full and plump scrotum. She could feel the swollen testes, encased and snug inside the distended sac. Her hand purposefully moved forward until she could grasp his penis.

She thrilled as she felt the thickened and throbbing flesh. He was fully aroused. His legs were trembling from their wide stance, but apart from that she could see that his face had lost its anguished expression. His eyes were closed and he seemed strangely calm.
She reached beneath his tummy with her left hand, searching for his penis. Simultaneously, she let him go with her right hand... and moved it back between his thighs until she had grasped his testicles firmly.

Her left hand had quickly found his penis, and she gently wrapped her fingers around the velvety flesh. She marvelled as she realised that the shaft of his penis was actually bobbing up and down as it throbbed.

Without warning, she gripped both his penis and his scrotum tightly. She heard him gasp, but his penis had already given away his secrets to her. Instinctively she knew that the evidence she had seen and felt, had betrayed his true nature. Perhaps, she mused, a nature that he was completely unaware of.

Her voice was soft and low as she spoke to him. It was her intuitive instinct that prompted her words. "Whose little boy are you Jim?"

"Oh yours Miss Zimmerman. Can I be yours, I promise to be good."

I thought so. I was absolutely right about you. How delicious this is going to be.

Rachael felt another sudden stab of pleasure and the carefree but intense desire to push her fingers deep into his bottom in celebration. She shivered in delight at the knowledge that, without a doubt, she would be doing exactly that in a few minutes time.

She let go of him and placed the palm her left hand flat upon his back. She raised her right hand and smacked him as hard as she could. She quickly stood back and watched him.

"Oh, thirteen Miss Zimmerman, thank you." She could see his from his face that he was calmly absorbing the sensation. He opened his eyes to look at her.

He dared to speak, his naive senses compelling him to.

"May I say something Miss Zimmerman."

Rachael stood with her legs astride and her hands upon her hips. Her nipples felt hard and alive against the soft material. She knew that they were erect. Her thighs and bare pubis felt free of restraint. Her stance thrilled her as she saw that the boy was wide eyed and looked at her with an adoring expression of supplication upon his young face.

"Yes Jim, you may."

"You are the most lovely and most beautiful person I have ever seen. I love you Miss."

It was not Jim’s astute brain that had made him utter those words - and neither was it Rachael's as she replied.

"I can see that you do Jim, I can see that you do."

She stroked the tips of her fingers along his back and across his shoulder. Gently she touched them to his cheek. Jim could hardly move his head and yet he managed to kiss her fingers with his trembling lips.

"Right Jim you will obey me implicitly. You will never question what I do to you. I want you to know that, whatever I do to you will be for your own good, whether it seems it or not." She examined him carefully before she spoke again.

"On your back, legs stretched wide apart, hands beneath the pillow behind your head." She didn't watch him, but moved towards the bathroom to stand in front of the sink. She ran her hands under the cold tap until they were ice cold.

She dried them and returned to the bed. The boy was laid as instructed, his penis was standing straight up from his body and his face was blushing so much that she felt she could have warmed her hands upon his cheeks.

She leaned over him and looked into his eyes. His lips were trembling as he looked up at her in complete abandonment. "Yes my boy, you will never, ever disobey me, will you Jim?" She did not wait for an answer, but lowered her head and kissed him softly on the lips.

As she stood upright, the door opened and Charlotte appeared. She was quickly followed by Francis and Miss Webster. Miss Webster was wheeling the medical trolley. It had already been prepared with open jars of lubricant and the glass collection beaker.

Charlotte immediately examined the boy. Her eyes missing nothing as she smiled at Rachael and then moved to stand over Jim. You appear to be ready for your extraction Jim. Have you been a good boy for Miss Zimmerman?

The boy blushed, his lips trembling as he answered her. "Oh yes Miss Browne." His look of guilt intrigued Charlotte. She stood back and watched as Francis and Miss Webster handled the stirrups and the crossbar. It seemed only moments before the boy's legs were firmly ensconced in the stirrups.

Miss Webster took the boy's attention. "Jim, you may address my girls as Miss Charlotte, Miss Rachael and Miss Francis. You are familiar with the routine so we had better get those plump testicles of yours emptied. I want no fuss now as Miss Rachael stretches and penetrates your bottom. It is time you experienced a full penetration Jim, so I will be instructing Miss Rachael to acquire total access to the inside of your bottom. You will obey her implicitly. Do I make myself clear?"

Jim was so shamed that his voice wavered as he replied. "I promise Miss Webster."

"Good boy, now relax your bottom when she asks you to."

Rachael almost giggled as she realised that no boy could possibly relax his sphincter, especially when he knew that he was going to be impaled upon the fingers of a dominant and authoritative young girl.

She took in the exciting vision of this trembling and blushing fourteen-year-old boy. His flawless skin, his embarrassed face, his almost feminine body, now laid before her, shamefully naked. She was thrilled with the sight of him, now with his legs stretched wide and high upon the bed for her enthralling delectation. How excruciatingly embarrassed must he feel? It must the most incredible shaming experience ever. My God, what on earth have I been missing.

Charlotte spoke, intriguing both Miss Webster and Francis as she looked at them in their enticing white uniforms.

"I would like Miss Webster and Miss Francis to handle the stimulation to his penis and testicles, while Miss Rachael attends to his prostate gland. If you both would position yourselves either side of his hips." She waited for their compliance, seeing the look of curiosity in their faces.

She spoke softly to Rachael. "Undo the bottom three buttons of your tunic so that you can lean against the end of the bed with your legs spread wide, it will give you greater access to his plump little bottom."

Rachael bent over and undid the buttons. Suddenly realising that she had bared herself almost to her bare pubis. She blushed as she looked at Charlotte who glibly assured her. "Don't worry, that's absolutely perfect. Now lean your hips against the mattress... oh you will have to spread your legs a little further to get your hips lower."

Rachael's cheeks were pink as she finally got into the position that Charlotte had instructed.

"That's perfect Rachael," she whispered as she stood next to her. Now lean your elbows on the bed while I hand you the jar of lubricant. Moments later, Rachael had both hands lubricated up to the wrists.

She whispered softly in her ear. "Right Rachael, don't forget to talk to the boy, give him encouragement and get him breathing slowly and deeply. Off you go!"

Rachael looked at the tiny rosebud of his sphincter. Am I going to be able to stretch that to get at his prostate? Poor baby, you are in for a shock!

Rachael found that her voice was firm and clear as she spoke to the boy. "Deep breaths please Jim. I want you to be a good little boy for me. Come along, breathe in... breathe out... nice and deeply... just relax for me."

To her surprise his little orifice did seem to relax. She felt him tremble as she began to smear the lubricant around his sphincter. His bottom trembled, but he did not cry out, which Rachael had expected when she had first placed her hands upon him. Her voice softened as she gently probed the opening, each searching finger pressing more firmly against the recoiling and pulsing ring of rubbery muscle.

"There we are Jim, just relax for me. Make your big breaths sweetheart, just for me. I know you can do it." Miss Webster and Miss Francis looked into his face. They were surprised at his concentrated look as he breathed deeply and tried to relax his bottom.

It was Rachael's most recent epiphany as suddenly his sphincter gave way to her probing fingers. Not one, but two fingers slid upwards into his bottom. She pushed slowly but firmly as the knuckles slipped through the opening. The boy had gasped but not cried out. She heard his deep breathing return as she explored within him. She was aware that her fingers were ideal for his penetration, sublimely long and slender. She rotated her hand and curled the index and middle finger against where she knew the prostate gland should be.

"Is that your secret little place Jim. Tell me sweetheart." She prodded carefully, feeling his bottom reluctantly jerk with sensation.

"Oooooh... yesssss, Miss Rachael... hooooo, yes... it.is." Rachael realised that she could feel the rounded protrusion of the gland. It was more clearly defined than she had thought it would be.

"Good boy. Now just relax for me I will be very gentle with you." She was surprised to feel Charlotte's hand upon hers, as more lubricant was smeared upon her fingers.

Rachael withdrew her two fingers from his bottom, until only the tips remained inside him. She extended her ring finger and closed it against the other two. Gradually she inserted all three twisting them gently as she dilated the ring of muscle. She could feel the boy's body respond with a deep shudder.

"There we are sweetie, relax and breathe for me. I won't hurt you, Darling."

Jim sighed, and obediently he began to breathe even more deeply.

Rachael realised that the sphincter had relaxed a little. Without any warning to the young boy, she slipped her little finger into the entrance. She now knew, that with four fingers firmly inside him, that it was a matter of taking her time and gradually stretching him until the knuckles of her hand met with his darling little rosebud.

God what am I thinking... his Darling little rosebud? Well it is cute and very timid, recoiling and trembling every time I touch it!

Rachael suddenly felt Charlotte press her body close to hers as she smeared lubricant over the back of her hand and then more over the palm. She whispered to her. "Perfect Rachael, we have plenty of time. He hasn't been penetrated this deeply before so carry on as you are doing. You are a natural."

Rachael was pleased with her words and felt Charlotte stroke her hand down her back. She suddenly shivered as Charlotte's hand proceeded much further, until Rachael felt the impudent hand stroking her bottom. God, she thought, I know I am wet already, please don't make it any worse.

Rachael shivered but concentrated on her task. The boy began to moan as her hand delved deeper. She kept her fingers away from the prostate gland until she felt that she was in the perfect position. She saw Francis nonchalantly cup his testicles and lift them up.

Rachael spoke to him endearingly. "There we are Jim, my little sweetie. All done with the stretching. Now we are going to get you milked, so just you relax and be a good boy for Miss Francis and Miss Webster.

She saw her pastoral tutor smile at her and nod her head in approval, as suddenly, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of the boy's straining penis. The boy quaked as his penis was comprehensively squeezed within Miss Webster's hand.

Rachael, but a few moments later, felt Charlotte's hand impudently squeeze the cheeks of her bottom and heard her whisper. "Really slowly and gently at first. If you watch Miss Francis she will tell you when to apply pressure. Remember what I told you last night. Show no mercy. Firm and fast... as fast as you can."

Rachael shivered, not with the thought of what she must do... but with the feel of Charlotte's fingers as they slipped under the hem of her tunic and up between her widely spread legs. Rachael could not believe it as Charlotte cupped her hand firmly and sensuously over her pubic mound.

She was unable to protest as Miss Webster spoke. "Right Jim, no holding back now. I want a thorough ejaculation from you." Rachael felt the boy shudder as Miss Webster deftly stretched the boy's foreskin downwards until his penis was held rigidly upright and bared fully. She watched as Francis, almost cruelly stroked her hand down upon the bared timid flesh of the head which, was being offered fully exposed by Miss Webster's firm grip upon the base of the shaft. Francis let go of his testicles, and Rachael saw her flatten the palm of her hand. She immediately began to rotate it against the very tip of his penis.

Rachael felt the boy shudder, his hips wriggling wildly with the sensation. A low husky voice whispered in her ear. "Off you go Rachael."

Rachael tried to ignore Charlotte's hand as it began to move over the inflamed lips of her vulva. She hooked all four fingers over the boy's prostate gland. She felt his body buck immediately. His body began to quiver with the intense onslaught to his timid senses.

"Ooooohhhh... hooooohoo...ah... aH."

It was obvious that he was quite unprepared for the depths of cruel sensation that the girls were deftly extracting from his young body.

Rachael did not know where her calm clear voice came from. She was immersed in an overwhelming sensation of her own and yet she managed to speak.

"Come along Jim, give it your best effort. It is all for your own good. I'll just squeeze you inside your little bottom, shall I? Just to make sure that you are properly milked. There we are sweetheart, just for me Darling."

She dare not speak again as suddenly and cheekily Charlotte found her clitoris and moved her fingers over it in a wave. Each finger brushing over it... and then back again. She could not close her legs or protest in front of Miss Webster. She gritted her teeth as Charlotte stimulated her to an inevitable orgasm.

Rachael tried to concentrate and began to apply her fingers more firmly. Every movement of the boy's body told her exactly how well she was doing. She speeded up her fingers to coincide with Francis, whose hands were rapidly moving up and down the totally bared head of his penis.

"Hoooo... ohhhHHH."

The boy let out a plaintive wail as Rachael's fingers speeded up to match those of Francis. She firmed her ministrations until she thought the boy could take no more.

His gasps and groans filled the room with anguished sounds. Suddenly Rachael felt his sphincter spasm against her hand as the boy's body became rigid.

She found that reluctantly, she was also in the strict and hopefully clandestine raptures of her own orgasm.

It was like a dream to Rachael as she flurried and plied her fingers firmly against the soft mound of his prostate gland. Her hands seemingly controlled by Charlottes flurry of fingers over her clitoris. She knew that her face was flushed as she climaxed. The feeling overwhelming her until she could bear it no longer. She pressed her pubis against the bed, stifling Charlotte's impudent fingers.

She concentrated upon the boy as Charlotte, with impeccable timing, slipped her hand from beneath her legs and her tunic and calmly held the beaker over the boy's penis.

He seemed to snort and grunt, his body wracked with emotion. Rachael found her voice. She felt it was important to her. "Well done Jim. Now I want nice big spurts from you. Show the pretty girls what you can do. There what a clever boy you are. Come along now."

She pressed all four fingers firmly against the gland. Time and time again she repeated the movement. There was no clue, other than rapid expulsion of globule after globule of semen, for her to judge her efforts. Francis's fist flew over the flesh of his penis as Charlotte took his testicles in her hand and squeezed them firmly.

The boy wailed and protested. "Oooooohhh pleeeease... it is too sensitive. I c'cant stand it anymore of it... please Miss... oh pleeeease Miss Rachael.

His penis continued pumping but no more semen was ejected. Miss Webster recognized his absolute trauma and slowly raised her hand upwards over the shaft of his penis. Effectively she stilled Francis's rapid manipulation.

Rachael stilled her hand too. She could see that the sides of the jar had been liberally coated with the boy's emission. His body was stiff and his buttocks were raised from the bed. Rachael watched as suddenly his whole body slackened. He collapsed on the bed and his head rolled to the side.

Miss Webster ran her hand down his cheek, but there was no response. She looked over to Rachael. "Well done Rachael, you may withdraw your fingers now. He has fainted. Don't worry, lots of the boys do when we make them ejaculate so much."

Charlotte held the glass in front of Rachael. She could now see the full results of his emission as the semen drained down from the sides of the glass, revealing the true extent of his copious donation.

Rachael could not believe how liberated she felt. She had been made to realise just how pleasurable her authority was. She knew she could not wait to subjugate Jim again. He was a darling boy and his love and acquiescence thrilled her more than she thought possible.

As the girls moved to dispense with the stirrups, Rachael caught Charlotte's eye. She beckoned her forward and whispered in her ear. "You may think you have got away with that. But as soon as we get an extraction on our own..." she flicked her eyes across towards Miss Webster. "I am going to make you climax so hard, that your pretty little body is going to convulse, just like little Jim." Charlotte grinned as they both watched Francis apply a wet sponge to the boy's genitals.

Later as she walked through the corridors towards Miss Hartman's office. Rachael knew that she had realised an ambition that she truly never knew that she had. She remembered back to the prurience that she had felt when she had taken Colin's rectal temperature every hour for two whole days when he was younger. How she had made him leave his pyjamas off and turn on his back while she had had him raise his own legs in subjugation. Maybe that was still in my subconscious mind, if I was like that then, then why not now?

As Rachael was seated in front of Miss Hartman, she voiced her demands in return for her accepting her previous request. Her voice was clear and confident.

"I have some stipulations which should not be too onerous. Everyone involved has accepted my suggestions and has agreed. I want Francis Chambers, Charlotte Browne, Miss Webster, Judith Nixon, Gillian Sanders and Nurse Summers. I know it seems a lot of people. But if you will hear me out. Colin is going to be mortified. He will not co-operate until he realises that it is futile to resist me. He will eventually be angry with me, when he realises that I will be in charge of him over the vacation and that I will be milking him, daily.

I know that the only way that he will be subdued and eventually acquiesce to my handling of him, will be after he has been thoroughly spanked by me. It will be a long drawn out punishment until I get a proper response. I know that he will eventually, properly submit to my authority. Once he has, he will no longer be a problem for me.

I have talked with Francis Chambers and know that Francis was successful in spanking her brother until he realised that he had been wrong. I am the older sister and as such have some advantage, but he is going to have to be spanked... and unfortunately it has to be me that applies the paddle to his bare bottom. I am sure you see that. And I know that you will, on consideration, give your permission.

I will not be on my own during the vacation, Charlotte suggested that I ask Judith Nixon to stay at my house. She has accepted. Charlotte tells me that she has become most expert in extracting semen from the boys on the program. I am also going to ask my mother to get one other person. I don't know who she had in mind, but I am sure she will make some arrangement for me.

There is one other thing I want to befriend Jim Murphy. He is an extremely bright boy and I think that I could benefit him academically and socially. He is quite soft and feminine in his bodily appearance, and I know he would not be everyone's idea of a boyfriend. I like him just like he is. He seems to have subjugated himself to me. I think with my protection and his reliance upon me, it will work out in both of our favours.

I spanked his bare bottom with my hand this morning and I put my hand in his bottom and manipulated his prostate, while Miss Webster and Francis coaxed his penis until he ejaculated. I intend to do it again, many times. He just seemed embarrassed more than hurt when I spanked him. I intend to be very responsible and careful about his infatuation for me and see where it leads. I like him and would not lead his emotions down the wrong path. But I suspect that his submissive thoughts were already there, although perhaps hidden away. May I have you permission for all of my requests?"

Miss Hartman had already talked in depth to Charlotte Browne and knew exactly what the girl was talking about. She wholeheartedly agreed with everything the girl had asked.

"Yes Rachael everything. I wish you and Colin well. It will be hard beating your brother with a paddle. But I know that you will do it knowing it is what is best for him. Thank you for coming to see me and for your candour. I am equally at ease about your liaison with Jim Murphy, who I have often felt yearned towards a mentor. I was hoping that it would be a female, rather than another boy. Now to practicalities. I have already told house-keeping about you. They have your measurements and your tunics will be ready by the end of the week.

Rachael smiled at Miss Hartman and left without another word. That was something else that she was going to have to settle with naughty tattle-tale Miss Charlotte.

Rachael walked down the corridor and immediately saw Jim Murphy. He seemed to be waiting for her. That was not something she wanted. She looked at her watch as she walked up to him. "What are you doing here Master Murphy? It is only ten minutes before your 'end of term tests'. Well come along boy answer me."

She watched his pretty face blush, and his long eyelashes close upon his cheeks.

"Erm... ah... oh. I just thought I might see you, Miss Rachael." The boy blushed to a deeper red almost immediately. Rachael stood with her legs apart and looked at him.

"You are a foolish young boy. You will address me as Miss Zimmerman... not as Miss Rachael, that was merely for your extraction this morning. I will ask Miss Petty for your results. If they are below ninety-eight percent, I shall send you to the headmistress for a caning, not just a paddling. You will report to my study in the Prefect's Quarters at seven pm. this evening. You will not be late. Now go to your class, Jim."

Rachael smiled. She knew that Jim would not fall below the high figure she had stipulated. He was bright and she knew that he, like herself, would read every question through three times before he even thought about answering any of them. Now she needed to see Charlotte immediately. Her own meagre wardrobe would no longer be suffice. Why, she asked herself, did she not go shopping at least once in the many times that her mother had begged her to go. She now needed Charlotte's advice as well as a school uniform that, for once, barely conformed to the rules of decency.

It was almost time for Jim’s appearance. She had but twenty minutes before the boy was due. She looked at herself in full length mirror. She would not have recognised herself from the girl who had walked the corridors earlier. The pure white shirt was severe and exciting. Her breasts were bare beneath the fine cotton, and the shirt was so sheer that she could make out the dark aureoles of her nipples. Her navy skirt was short and pleated to allow for plenty of movement. Her legs were bare and wonderfully, had still maintained their light tan.

The most exciting aspects of her appearance were the shoes, hair and makeup.

Her hair was drawn back severely. It shone with the luxurious conditioner that Charlotte had applied to her hair as she sat naked in Charlotte's own bathtub.

Charlotte had brushed her hair to a shine and pinned it at the back of her head. Then she had applied her makeup, lightly but intuitively, accenting her blue/grey eyes with eye-shadow and painting her lips a severe red. A deep red that only a few girls could wear with such a devastating effect. Rachael knew that it definitely suited her new persona. The shoes were the highest, most slender heels that she had ever seen, although, she found, she was able to walk quite quickly with them as she returned to her own prefect's study.

Her severe authoritarian look was amplified by the navy tie that hung from the uniform-style collar of her shirt. Very much more Gestapo than schoolgirl, she thought wickedly. God the boy will expire from fright when he sees me.

She realised that she had forgotten something. She went to her wardrobe and retrieved the light wooden paddle. It was so light, that she assumed that it had been made for a wall decoration, rather than for serious business. This should suit that soft bottom, she thought, as she held it across her hips. She looked in the mirror once more, and was very satisfied with the apparition she saw. The paddle was finished in a shiny black lacquer, that just looked so painful and cruel. She held it loosely between her long delicate fingers.

She walked to her bureau and picked up the internal telephone. She ran her fingers down the numbers pinned to the cork board in front of her and then dialled.

"Oh Miss Petty, sorry to trouble you, but I wondered if you had marked Jim Murphy's test yet?" Miss Petty's voice was friendly as soon as she recognised the voice of her hard-working student.

"Oh yes Rachael, one hundred percent, although, I might knock a couple of points off, for him not showing his workings on two simpler questions. Mind you, I could add them back on just as easily, as he finished in fifty minutes. It was a two-hour exam."

"Oh thank you Miss Petty, I just wanted to make sure that his extraction this morning was having the desired effect."

"Nothing to worry about with his exam today. It was exemplary."

"Thank you Miss Petty."

Good, she thought. I might have focussed his mind rather than the other way round. I will certainly monitor him until the end of term, just to make sure. If I am going to enjoy him, I will have to make sure that he excels.

Jim was prompt. His knock was firm, but brief. Rachael did not want to move from her position, standing as she was, legs astride, back upright and the wicked-looking paddle held across her hips.

"Come Master Murphy." She knew the term would make him feel younger still, as it was only used to address young boys... and usually when they were in trouble at school. The door handle turned, but the door opened very slowly and his head peered around it tentatively. Rachael was expecting as much. He was timid at the best of times. But he knew that he was in trouble and his entrance showed it. His head looked down at the floor.

"Close the door behind you."

Her last command was at the same moment that he saw the black paddle. He managed to close the door but his breathing was more like a series of gasps. He had not as yet, looked upwards. The paddle being at the top periphery of his vision.

"For goodness sake raise your head boy, I am not going to chop it off."

Jim looked up, aghast at the vision in front of him. "Oh Miss Zimmerman." were the only words he seemed to be able to manage. Jim suddenly blushed and his vision blurred.

She looks just like my beautiful Snow Queen!

His childhood dreams. Quite naive, but still with a budding sexuality. When he had wondered whether no-one else but him, thought as he did. The heroine was always pretty, but was not exotic or at all intriguing to Jim. Whereas the Snow Queen, was always beautiful and perfect to his eyes. Those high cheekbones, those startling eyes and clinging dresses that showed her perfect figure. He had spent hours looking at them in his childhood books, even now, he kept them in his locker, never to lose them.

Timid and frightened, he was now standing before her... the most beautiful Evil Snow Queen. The epitome of his dreams, now manifest in the flesh. The most wonderful apparition! Standing aloof and severe, with a wicked black paddle held menacingly across her hips.

Jim was in awe of her, and his body was tingling with fear and excitement. "Oh Miss." He wanted to get down on his knees, and yet he stood before her, his lips trembling and his eyes glistening with emotion.

Rachael could see that the boy was in turmoil, and knew that the way she looked, had shocked him to the core. She remained as she was, looking at him coldly.

"You have been a very naughty boy Jim and you must be punished."

"Yes Miss, I know"

"...as well as loitering in the corridors for me, you failed to show the workings in your maths paper."

"Was that lack of concentration? Thinking of other things perhaps?" Rachael's voice was clear and calm, whereas Jim’s was timid and hesitant.

"Oh no Miss, I wanted to do well for you. The workings I missed, were so simple that I didn't need to write them down."

"What are the rules, Jim?"

"To write them down Miss Zimmerman."

"Well instead of writing them down, you will be taking them down. You know the procedure for a spanking. Hurry up. I have better things to do than wait for you to take your clothes off."

Jim suddenly blanched showing fright above his embarrassment.

"Everything Miss."

"Of course boy, now hurry up."

Jim blushed, turning from white to red in an instance. He began to undo his clothes.

"Everything apart from your underpants. I hope you have showered."

Jim stopped undressing as he answered her. "Oh Yes Miss, just now."

"Well take them off."

Jim was wearing his full school uniform and he struggled as he tried to hurry.

"Put your clothes neatly on my settee. I don't want you looking like a hobo, when you get dressed after your spanking."

Jim’s face was now a series of blushes. While he was busy she moved to her hard backed chair and sat, making the most of her seated position with both her legs placed together and angled gracefully and modestly to one side. Eventually he folded his clothes and laid them on Rachael's sofa. He was dressed in tight, white underpants. His body looked smooth and delicious, she thought. Just a hint of plumpness on his chest and his hips. His nipples also had more of the look of a young girl. Really the most non-threatening boy she had ever seen.

"Come and stand in front of me, with your hands upon your head."

Jim shuffled rather than walked to stand in front of her.

"Closer boy, how am I supposed to take your pants down if you are that far away? Move forward until you are touching my knees."

She placed the paddle on the floor beside her and took hold of his hips. His body was trembling and he seemed near to tears. With a delicious frisson of anticipation, she slipped her fingers beneath the elastic waist and pulled them down briskly. Delighting that his penis was not erect.

"I am pleased to see that my extraction this morning has had a beneficial effect."
Jim blushed immediately. And Rachael was delighted to see, that his substantial penis had swelled just a little at being made to stand naked in front of her.

"Step out of them and come around to my side." Jim knew which side to stand. His bare toes almost touching the paddle as he waited. She placed her hand upon the soft cheeks of his bottom and pulled him forward. She swiped her short dress away from her legs. The pleated material swishing sexily as she bared her firm thighs.

Jim was blushing mightily, with the anguished, but exciting thought, that his naked body would soon be laid across her bare legs. He shivered and seemed to tumble forward. Rachael managed his body easily. Her legs, now in front of her, parting just enough to accommodate his genitals. She pushed his head down, as if in disgust at his nakedness. In fact nothing could have been further from the truth.

With a thrill at this reverent moment, Rachael placed her right hand softly upon his naked bottom. She stroked the cheeks, feeling his soft, plump flesh. It was flawless and beautifully smooth to her touch. What a shame to mark it, but what a delight to do it.

"What do naughty boy's get Jim?"

His voice was hoarse with emotion as his head hung between his arms, his hands flat against the floor.

"A spanking Miss."

Rachael slipped her fingers between the cheeks of his bottom.

"Ahhh... oh!"

He gasped as she pulled the flesh apart and peered at his sphincter. "Well I can see that I was very gentle with your little bottom button this morning. It looks all squidgy and tight now Jim." She pressed her fingers against it, feeling him squirm in embarrassment. Did she feel a movement between her thighs. She wanted to avoid that if she could. She picked up the paddle and quickly put her left hand around his waist, pulling his body tightly against her.

Without warning she delivered the first stroke firmly across both cheeks.

"Smack!"

"Hooo.. oooh." His body bucked at the shock. And then she heard the magic words, spoken from the trembling lips of the young boy.

"One Miss Zimmerman, thank you."

She wanted to kiss his darling bottom. Instead she raised the paddle. She knew it was light, but it was so easy to apply and did not seem to have made his bottom any more red than her hand. But the sound it made was a delight and she had felt a subtle tingle between her legs.

"Smack!"

"Two Miss Zimmerman, thank you."

"Smack!"

"Three Miss Zimmerman, thank you."

"Smack!"

"Four Miss Zimmerman, thank you."

At last she felt it, not timidly, but almost bursting to life between her thighs. I think I may be right she thought as she raised the paddle.

"Smack!"

"Five, Miss Zimmerman, thank you." There was a nuance of his voice cracking as he spoke. Could he really be feeling this. She looked at his bottom. The flesh was red, but with no other signs of injury.

"Smack!"

"OH... Six Miss Zimmerman, thank you."

"Smack!"

"Ah...ooohhh. Seven Miss Zimmerman, thank you."

"You may stop counting now, Jim. I need you to concentrate on your wrongdoing."

Suddenly there was a rapid acceleration of the paddle, the strokes firmer and more focussed upon one area of his plump quivering cheeks.

"Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack.. Smack... Smack." The spanks and rained down upon his bottom, hard and fast. Rachael felt her own sexual excitement, as a delicious shiver ran through her body.

"Oooooohhhh... pleeeease Misss."

She paused for a moment. She could feel his penis throbbing hugely between her legs. He was obviously fully erect and perhaps only moments away from ejaculation. How could he be like that? She knew that he was really in pain, his body was trembling from a surfeit of it. His soft flesh was so easy to punish severely and Rachael felt sure that she had done just that.

"Stand up Jim and put your hands upon your head." She almost lifted him from her knees. He obediently stood with his hands upon his head, but his thighs were squirming as he tried to hide his throbbing erection.

"Come along stand in front of me... no, no closer than that. Spread your legs and stand upright, I won't have you squirming in front of me." She leaned forward and put her hands upon his hips. and drew him forward until his legs were almost at either side of her knees. She adjusted her skirt but left her most of her thighs showing.

"Now tell me Jim, what is the meaning of this?" She lifted her hand gracefully and placed her fingers delicately against his penis. Her fingertips were barely touching his flesh. His face was streaming with tears, but his penis was still throbbing visibly.

"Well Jim, tell me?"

His words came in a rush and Rachael knew that she would not hear any evasion to her questions. He was emotionally taut and let his words tumble out.

"Oh Miss." he was crying as he spoke. "It is because you are so beautiful and you have given me a spanking over your knees. It is so wonderful that you have taken the time to spank me... Oh Miss, you are my Snow Queen, I mean so ah... aloof and you're so beautiful... and loving at the same time. I can't... oh I can't explain... but please let me be your naughty boy... oh really I will work so hard... you might like... me. Oh and spank me... if I get even the slightest bit wrong. I c'could work harder... I know I could... but you could still erm spank me. Please Miss Zimmerman. Can I be your little boy... forever Miss."

Rachael smiled at him. "Come with me Jim, I am going to attend to you. Come along. You are a very naughty boy... just look at this." She dared to flick her fingers against the shaft of his penis, hoping that his arousal would not culminate in his ejaculation... certainly not yet. She moved him back and stood up. Instinctively she took him by the ear into her bathroom. "Now bend over the edge of the bath and grasp the far side. Spread your legs until they hurt. Got it?"

She fetched the paddle and examined his position, it was just as she had requested. His penis was erect and straight over the bath. His thighs were shivering with his awkward stance.

She stroked her hand down his back, gently and softly she both spoke to him and stroked him. "Be brave Jim."

She started paddling him, hard and fast, until his body quaked with emotion. She stroked her hand over his wet and reddened cheek. "I'm sorry Jim it is not over yet." Deliciously she gave him twelve hard spanks. His bottom was thoroughly red and his buttocks shivered with the pain.

"You will always do my bidding Jim. Keep quiet and be brave."

She delivered the final salvo of twelve rapid spanks and then placed her hand on the small of his back, pushing him down. "Stay still and stay there."

Jim’s tears were still flowing as she greased her hand with body lotion. She turned back from her bathroom dresser and looked at his gamine form. Quickly she smacked his bottom with her left hand as she slipped her right hand between his quivering and widely spread buttocks.

Deftly she penetrated him with two well lubricated fingers. No warning, no extra preparation. He gasped and cried out at the intense and unexpected intrusion rapidly entering up into his plump bottom. She felt a shiver of delight run through her, as she turned her hand downwards. He cried out to her as she pushed firmly, until her fingers were hooked and accurately placed upon the absolute centre of his prostate gland. She reached around him and grasped his penis.

She stimulated his erect shaft, both firmly and quickly. Suddenly her fingers bared the head fully. Her hand instantly flew over his flesh, before he even had time to catch his breath. His prostate quaked under the fingers of her right hand. She knew the pressure was firm and inescapable for the young boy. It made her almost feel as if she were trying to join up her hands. She knew that nothing could be more intensely humiliating, or so immensely and incredibly stimulating for a naive young boy. Even the slightest increase in pressure made his body shudder violently. His smooth and almost feminine hips writhed with the anguish and emotion of a thoroughly relentless and sexual stimulation.

Deftly she manipulated the sensitive rim of his penis and the plump protrusion of his prostate gland with incessant and expertly executed movements of her slender fingers. The wicked exploitation of his smooth and girlish body was so extreme, that he gasped and groaned in utter abandonment. He had no resistance or defence to her onslaught. It was a most thorough demonstration of her intuitive and inventive probing and stroking.

It could not have been more than twenty seconds later, that he was ejaculating wildly into the bath. His emissions were prodigious and torturous. Thoroughly extracted, rather than given willingly. His own body was no longer under his control. Each emission was being wrenched and torn from his body by the incessant prodding and flurried manipulation of her knowing hands. Spurt after spurt was ejected from his throbbing penis as he gasped and shivered with naive emotion.

"Keep still, I have not finished with you."

Her words, thrilled him and frightened him, as he reached the point of over-sensitivity. She knew how traumatic that was, but she ignored it. It was what her little Jimmy wanted and needed... a firm and cruel hand.

"Oooooh... no more please, Miss... it is too sensitive."

"Yes I know it is Jim, but you will stay where you are and accept this as your due and fully deserved punishment. Do not try and evade my hands."

His body shook and moaned, but she continued. His plaintive cries, were music to her ears. On and on, slip, slurp, slip, slurp, her hand moved with lighting speed over his erected flesh. Her right hand prodded and cajoled his prostate. And then to her delight he spurted.

His semen was weaker, but was still pulsing helplessly from the tip of his penis. His legs began to quiver as his penis convulsed and his body shuddered, now with completely dry and agonizing seizures . They were nerve-wrenching and continuous extremes of exquisite sexual extortion. His body was completely tormented and agonisingly tortured by ejaculating where no semen was forthcoming. Each completely dry spasm wracked his body so entirely that it was more distressing than if he was being whipped at the stake.

She felt her own orgasm enfold her body. It was an equally torturous and exquisitely sharp multiple stabbing of pleasure. It speared her body, leaving her quaking in disbelief at the sudden realisation that she was exalting in her dominance, a sexual predilection that she would never have believed she had within her. Her true nature had been exposed and laid open to her... and she had savoured every second of it.

She let him go and lifted him up from his position. "Come and lay over my knees little Jimmy, while I put some cream on your penis and bottom. I want to talk to you."

His heart melted at her words. He wanted to curl up naked against her beautiful form. Completely enfolded in her arms. Happily he was laid face-down across her bared knees, her hand caressing and kneading his buttocks with creams and unguents.

It was two hours later that Rachael finally decided to go to bed. She had learned everything about her little Jimmy and was tired. She was startled at the gentle knocking on her door. She was curious and quickly put on her gown before she opened the door. The corridor was empty. She looked down to see that a package had been left upon the floor. It was wrapped neatly in a layer of bubbled plastic. She picked it up and immediately saw the wonderfully bound book. She opened it and saw the hand-painted illustrations.

There were about twenty in all. The face and body of the Snow Queen was truly perfect. How could any girl compete with such a fine illustration. What an effect this exquisite image must have had upon a young boy. His parents must have paid a fortune for the intricate watercolours. Rachael estimated that they must have been painted in the early 1940's.

Although ostensibly produced for a children's book, these were far more suitable for the imagination and delight of a connoisseur of a far more deviant nature . She photographed them all, one by one. Ready to show Charlotte what Jim’s dream girl really looked like. She could see how closely her face resembled that of the illustrations. Certainly she had the lips, eyes and bone structure. She wondered whether she and Charlotte could simulate the makeup to make an exactitude of the images.

Her mind turned to her younger brother. As quick and astute as it was, she pondered the thought of how she would subjugate Colin to accepting his prescribed treatment. She felt confident and invigorated by her new-found knowledge and knew that somehow she would succeed in making him acquiesce. She did not intend to rush into her first meeting with Colin's naked body. She had not seen him naked since she had taken his rectal temperature a few years ago. She needed time to crystallise her thoughts and make proper preparations for her role as his extractor.

It was on Sunday morning, almost a week later that Colin was blushing and trembling in embarrassment when he knocked at the surgery door. He had been told to report to the school nurse at seven that morning. He had been informed that he must prepare himself in the usual way for his extraction, but then to dress and report to the surgery.

He found himself trembling in fearful anticipation as he waited at the door. Nurse Angela Summers opened the door, immediately stifling the thrill she felt when she saw his blushing face. Life had become far more exciting since the instigation of the program.

"Good Morning Colin, I am most grateful that you are here on time. I'm hoping that I don't have to keep you too long. I have placed a chair over on the other side of the examination table for your clothes. So would you strip off as quickly as you can and then bend over the end of the examination couch, so that your chest and tummy are flat on the surface please. As quickly as you can please Master Zimmerman."

Colin blushed as deeply as any schoolboy would at the pretty nurse's instructions. Before he could utter one word, he was interrupted.
"I have not got time for your questions, Colin. So please be obedient and do exactly what you are told."

She raised her hand to silence any protestations he might have made and turned her back to him as she walked towards the surgery's glass cabinets.

Colin dumbly began to loosen his school tie as he watched the pretty nurse collecting differing paraphernalia from the shelves.

Obediently he undressed, feeling absolutely embarrassed as he stood in just his underpants. He watched the nurse, dreading her next instruction as she turned towards him. "Come along boy... underpants off and bend over the table. You did hear my instructions, did you not? So stop wasting time."

Thankfully she turned away from his again, and Colin rapidly divested himself of his underpants and quickly leaned over the table, before she could see his naked penis and testicles.

He felt her hand push upon the small of his back as she spoke. "Head turned to the right please... stretch your arms out in front of you and spread your legs as widely as you can. Now be a good boy, please Colin."

Colin groaned with embarrassment as he followed her sharp command. He knew that there was no alternative than to obey her. He managed to spread his arms out in front of him, and he laid his head so that he was looking to his right, away from his sight of the nurse. He even managed to spread his legs, although not particularly widely.

He heard her move behind him. "I said legs spread wide Colin. Are you intent on disobeying me. I am going to put a nozzle into your bottom. If you don't spread wide it will hurt you. Now spread wide." Colin quickly spread his legs widely apart. He was aware that his penis and testicles would be fully visible from behind. He gasped as the nurse pushed her fingers against his sphincter. He gasped again, this time more loudly as cold lubricant was poured from the bottom of his spine and allowed to run down the crevice between his buttocks.

She rubbed her fingers firmly around his opening until one finger slipped inside him. She seemed to be using both hands between his bottom cheeks, her knuckles turning and pressing against his flesh until suddenly he felt something very cold being pushed against his opening. In a sudden deft and practiced manoeuvre, her finger was retracted and exchanged for the cold nozzle of a wide syringe.

"Ooohhhh."

"There we are now hold still, you will feel some liquid rush inside you. Hold quite still, it is just a quick rinse."

She pushed the plunger firmly. "Hooo...oooh."

"There we are, all done. Close your legs together and hold that for a few moments, I will tell you when you may go and empty it. The bathroom is to your right, but don't move yet."

Colin was pleased to be able to close his legs. He remained bent over the examination couch and closed his eyes, somehow feeling that he had distanced himself from the embarrassment.
Nurse Summers looked at the boy's firm buttocks and long muscular thighs.

My what a lovely young body you have. Lots of embarrassment for you today my boy. Those naughty young girls will have all four cheeks as bright red as a fire engine by the time they have finished with you!

She placed the long fat syringe in Auto-Steriliser and began to assemble the creams and lubricants the girls would need. She laid the four wide Velcro straps over the rail of the medical trolley, thrilling inside as she thought of the young boy's fate. Suddenly Colin felt his stomach start churning and moments later the dire need to go to the bathroom.

"Oh nurse, oh Nurse Summers, I really need to go... ah right now."

Good boy, quickly now into the bathroom. Stay seated for at least ten minutes. You might think you have finished, but it is more likely that you won't have. Don't flush, just call for me."

The last part of her instructions were addressed to the boy's back as he hurried into the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, Colin was laid flat upon the bed. His hands were stretched out above his head and his legs had been placed, high and wide, into the stirrups. His face was still blushing as Nurse Summers had fastened the straps upon each shin and each of his wrists. Her last duty had shamed him to the core as she had nonchalantly lubricated his sphincter, although she did not penetrate him.

Now he lay completely naked, virtually immobile and vastly ashamed and embarrassed by his openly splayed thighs and the acute awareness of his penis, testicles and sphincter, all rudely displayed for anyone to see if they were to walk through the door.

He had been embarrassed and humiliated when the nurse had observed the pan of the toilet and commented upon the clarity of the water. Thankfully, once he had been fastened so ignominiously, she had left him alone. He could hear her occasionally moving trolleys and placing equipment, but this was all happening behind him and he had no idea what her preparations were.

He heard her voice. "Nearly half past the hour, not long to wait Colin. Just relax and don't speak otherwise I will lose track of what I am doing."

Colin just looked up at the large light fitting in the ceiling. He had never seen it switched on, but thought it looked powerful. To his surprise the light started to glow, becoming brighter in increments as it reached full intensity. Colin noted, that although the light seemed bright, it was not glaring or hurting his eyes. He could still see the mirror arrangement inside the fitting. He looked down at his naked body and suddenly aware that his flesh had become brightly illuminated.

He began to wonder what exactly, he was being prepared for and why the nurse had seemingly been arranging the surgery equipment so thoroughly. Preparing me for what? Am I being prepared for some sort of special procedure. He was about to speak to the nurse as his consternation increased.

He heard the sharp knock on the door and watched it open immediately. He began to blush as he saw Miss Nixon entering the room. She was dressed in a white tunic, that seemed to cling to her body. Her hair was tightly pulled back from her face accenting her extreme good looks . He noticed that her glasses had heavier frames than those she usually wore. She looked extremely studious and extremely beautiful. He blushed deeply as she paused for a moment and moved to stand in-between his widely splayed legs. She casually observed every inch of his naked genitalia and then deliberately looked towards his blushing face. She smiled at his embarrassed expression.

She did not stop as she walked past him. Her expression was one of complete indifference to his plight. She moved beyond the head of the bed and out of his view. The door swung open again and be began to shiver in trepidation as, at first he saw Miss Charlotte Browne, who was quickly followed by Miss Francis Chambers. He shivered in shame as the girls looked at his naked body as they too, moved to stand behind him. He was shivering quite visibly as Miss Webster entered the room followed closely by Miss Gillian. They moved to stand at either side of the examination couch. Each standing by his hips and looking down at him. His face was bright red as Gillian smirked at him.

"Hey, cute little fellow you got there, big boy."

Colin blushed so deeply that he could feel the sudden heat in his cheeks. Why were they allowing young girls like Gillian to observe older boys while they were naked. Surely she should not be here and certainly she should not be in a position to make jokes about his nakedness.

Miss Webster addressed him in a soft voice. She looked straight into his eyes as spoke. "Hello Colin, don't be embarrassed. We are here to make arrangements for your extractions during the long vacation. We are all here to assess the suitability of your attitude and temperament towards your new extractor."

What! I am going to be made to ejaculate at home?

Colin still had no real idea of exactly what was happening, other than the mention of there being a new extractor.

He wanted to ask questions to break the silence that now seemed to have descended upon the room.

Miss Webster turned her head towards the door as did Gillian. Colin watched with curiosity as the girl walked into the surgery. He did not recognise her for several moments as she moved to stand in-between his legs. She looked elegant and aloof. She spoke to him clearly and calmly. "Colin I will be in charge of your extraction from now on, so I don't want any fuss from you. Do you understand me?

He looked at her between his widely spread thighs, before his sudden realisation and horror. "Oh... oh. NO... Rachael... no, no, no, no. You are my sister... I will not tolerate this. No way." His face turned from blushing embarrassment, to outright indignation.

"Colin, my name is 'Miss Zimmerman' to you. I am your Prefect as you know perfectly well. You will not show me this disrespect. I am going to extract your semen today and every day of the vacation as I have been asked to do by the headmistress. It is not up for debate. You will be polite and respect me, and realise, I hope, that it is entirely for your benefit and wellbeing."
Colin looked completely horrified at what his sister was saying.

"No, Rachael. No I won't let you... It is wrong. Anyway I wouldn't, no... no, I couldn't do it for my sister, so there." He looked pleadingly at Miss Webster to intervene.

Miss Webster did, but certainly not in the way that the naked young boy envisaged. She shook her head in despair at the him and lifted her arm, nonchalantly handing Rachael a punishment paddle.

Colin was fuming with indignation. He was about to shout at his sister, but was too late as his sister interrupted. Rachael's voice was calm and soft.

"I feel sorry for you Colin. Can you not see how ashamed of you I feel. To find out that you have been spanked for playing with your own penis. Secretively and furtively practicing that most illicit and dirty vice of Onan. Rubbing your penis in disgusting perversity. Then degrading me in front of everyone. Not showing deference to my rank and authority. Well Colin I want you to dwell on what I have said... and come to a conclusion. To help matters along, I am going to help you crystallise your thoughts "

Colin shivered in embarrassment as the stirrups moved upwards, lifting his bottom from the bed and bringing his knees towards his chest. He shuddered in shame as Miss Webster casually lifted his testicles from between his legs and held his penis and scrotum tightly against his pubis. "Ooooh Miss... ah."

Rachael raised the paddle and brought it down upon the juncture between his thigh and the right cheek of his bottom. Colin was stunned by the sharp sting that emanated from the hard spank to his to his flesh. By the time he was able to cry out the second hard spank had already been delivered.

"No... ooOOH, Rachael Nooo."

"Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap..."

"aaahhh... nooo, nooo.. Rach... aaahhhhh."

"Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap."

"Hoooo... nooooo."

His legs were quivering in the stirrups, his face contorted with anguish. The pain had built up quickly and furiously. Rachael concentrated on her task. Every stroke fast and firmly applied to the same tender spot. Colin quickly seemed to be comprehensively enveloped in pain. He was unaware of the hands of the girls that held his shoulders and his arms.

The resounding "Whapp, whap, whap, whap, whap," of the paddle was punctuated only by his cries of anguish.

"Ooooohhh... oh... please... hooo... ahh.

Rachael did not count the strokes. There was no anger in her and no pity either. It was a job she had to do, and do well. She took note of the redness of the flesh as she continued hard and fast. She did not bother to look at Colin's face, merely noting the colour of his skin.

"Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap..." Suddenly she changed to the exact same spot on his left cheek. "Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap..." A fast tattoo of pain, inventively and deftly applied.

Colin suddenly realised that this was not stopping. He cried in pain and anguish as the pain built up in his left buttock and thigh. His whole nether region in flames of burning pain. He looked around desperately, to see all of the girl's faces nonchalantly observing his spanking and seemingly quite indifferent to his punishment.

His desperation grew, he tried to wriggle free from the hands and straps that held him. His cries and struggles were to no avail. "Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap... Ahh...hooooOOOHH. Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap..."

It was if he suddenly realised he was on his own. "Oh pleeeease... arrggghhh."

Why was he being so cruelly punished.

"Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap."

The paddle changed back to the right buttock, immediately reawakening the initial area of pain. It was a most cruel and prolonged punishment, expertly delivered to his firm young buttocks. "Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap..."

At last, his self-examination had begun... as inevitably it had to.

It had begun in a quiet and removed part of his brain, devoid of the cruel onslaught to his buttocks. His indignation and anger had been cruelly wiped from his mind. His guilt was there in a huge cauldron of shame, but it was not emotion that occupied that celestial area of his mind. It was an analysis, equal to anything he had performed in equations. It was not a huge revelation it was merely an admittance. A quiet and sober admittance, that his sister had not instigated this, she had not belittled him in any way.

He loved his sister and had always looked up to her and yet this boy, this boy that was being punished beneath the celestial higher reaches of his mind, had treated his sister with a juvenile disposition of anarchy. He had no excuses. He hauled the thought down to the writhing, anguished body beneath.

"Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap."

He writhed in agony. "Please Miss Zimmerman, Miss Rachael... I know now, I know... and I am sorry for it. It was my shame and my guilt... that made me... ah... talk to you that way. You earned the respect you have from everyone and I spat on it. I know everything that I did... it was my guilt... only my guilt... not me inside... not the real me. I do respect you, I am proud of you too. Oh please Miss Zimmerman, I do understand, Oh please Miss, please stop."

Rachael was thankful to stop the spanking. She knew that it was a fine line that she had managed to avoid. She had thought of stopping as his cries had become more anguished, but somehow she had walked that fine line and eventually won. No, not won, that was the wrong word. What she done was, she had helped him over the stile of ignorance to a place beyond. Towards his eventual clear realisation.

He was crying now, huge tears of guilt and shame. She stood away from the bed as his legs were lowered to their original position.

It was twenty minutes later that Rachael brushed her fingers over his cheek and kissed his forehead.

"Come along Colin, time for your extraction." He blushed furiously and looked at her. He had not really looked at her before, not truly looked at her, without any anger or indignation. He watched her lithe and beautiful body move towards the end of the bed.

Is that really Rachael? She looks the same Rachael and yet she is exquisite. Stern and exotically beautiful. Have I just never noticed before now?

She was now standing between his legs. The end of the examination couch had been removed beyond his buttocks. She had total access to his naked body. The trolley was beside her with jars already opened. The girls, including Miss Webster had moved back and away from the couch.

She was on her own. The acid test, would his prediction of not being able to ejaculate, because she was his sister, hold true? She had to prove it false to herself, but more importantly, she had to prove it to him.

"Right Colin just relax and take deep steady breaths." Rachael knew that she had become most expert in the last eight days, having extracted quite copious amounts of semen from all of the young boys that Miss Webster had arranged for her to hone her skills upon. Each trembling and naked boy benefitting from her increasing expertise. Each emission becoming stronger and more anguished as she excelled and eventually reached a new target. An increase in the issue of every ejaculation from every boy on her morning and evening rota.

She felt the anticipatory thrill, a stab of pure pleasure between her legs that she felt every time she penetrated a young boy. Her fingers felt his initial shock as she began to lubricate his sphincter. She felt his thighs begin to shake and move as she introduced the first finger up into his bottom. Her movements were fluid and deft as she teased his timid little orifice.

"Hoooo..ooh."

"Deep breaths Colin, come along now. My, my, there we are. Just relax like a good little boy."

Her second finger slipped upward beside the first. She looked up and saw him looking at her. His face examining hers, as her fingers became bolder, stretching the rubbery ring of muscle that guarded the sensitive gland inside.

"There we are Colin, you're doing fine. Now don't forget those big breaths... that's the way." He was obeying her implicitly, although she was aware that his breathing would not help him in the slightest. She slipped a third finger through the opening. She heard him gasp as she worked her fingers slowly and methodically, so that that the increases in her penetration were gradual and fluid.
Her little finger, joining the other three, was accomplished without complaint, although she could feel his bottom begin to quiver more overtly. Little by little she eased her fingers into him, until his sphincter became more pliant and accommodating.

She felt around on the top of the trolley with her free hand for the largest of the stainless-steel speculums. She eased her fingers from his bottom, hearing him sigh in relief. She dipped the jaws into the opened jar of lubricant and introduced the closed, curved blades of the speculum to the timid opening of his bottom. She deftly penetrated him, pushing the smooth steel dilator through the sphincter with her index finger easing the way.

"Hooo...ooooh... ah... hooOOHH."

Rachael knew that the cold metal and the sheer size of the speclum, would make him react. She squeezed the handles gently, watching the blades gradually open a tunnel through into his rectum. She pumped until he began to groan.

"Oh... ah, oooOOOH... hoooOOOOHHHH!"

Carefully she continued squeezing, watching the jaws of the speculum widen and listened to his moaning and groaning, but stopping, for a moment to let him acclimatise, and then continuing once more. Slowly but surely the ring of muscle was stretched around the two curvatures of the jaws.

"Hoo... oooh... ssssSS... ah, aH hah... HaH."

"Relax, not much further to go. Now no more fussing. Do you understand me Colin?"

Before he could protest or reply, she widened the jaws until she was satisfied. She realised that he was stretched even wider than what she had estimated she would need. "Ooooowwhh... aaahhhHHH." The sight of the speculum protruding from his bottom delighted her.

She moved a step backwards and took a cold medicated wipe to clean the lubricant from her hands. She looked at his blushing face, seeing his expression encompassed curiosity, respect and trepidation as well as the expected embarrassment and humiliation. She placed one hand upon the inside of each widely-spread thigh. She saw him blush at the realisation that she could touch his body wherever she wished.

She remained cool and aloof and watched him. It was as she had expected. The boy would perhaps assume that the girls would be now joining in for the extraction routine. This would probably have alleviated some of his embarrassment from the thought that it would be his own sister that would be arousing his naked body. This remission, he would soon discover, was not to be.

" I am going to examine you now Colin, so please don't fidget." To her delight his face flushed immediately, to a deep and blazing redness. She stroked her hands down the inside of each thigh in a casual gesture, and then moved around to his side. She stood next to the bed, looked down at his blushing face and trembling lips.

At the same time that she looked into his eyes, she let her hand stroke delicately over his chest. She deliberately let her bright red fingernails, seek out and toy with his left nipple. She felt the rather pronounced nub of flesh become firm almost immediately.

Instead of speaking to him, she spoke to the nurse, although she did not move her head or take her eyes off his, even for a moment.

"Would you say, Nurse Summers, that this young boy's nipples are rather pronounced and sensitive for a young boy? Please correct me if I am wrong, but they seem to be more like those of a young girl."

"I think you are quite correct, Miss Zimmerman."

As the nurse was speaking, she had moved to stand by Rachael's side. Rachael began to toy with both of his nipples. To her delight he shivered with the sensation of her fingers. With a thrill running through her body, she began delicately titillating the hardened nubs of flesh.

"Oh, Nurse Summers, while I remember. Would you shave Colin for me, this afternoon? I would like him to be bereft of any hair at all below his eyebrows. I know that he only has a tiny amount, but sometimes little boys like Colin, seem to think they are more mature than they actually are. And of course you have witnessed how unruly and juvenile Colin can be. So if you will do his underarms, his legs and that tiny bit that he has above his little penis, I would be most grateful. Colin will obviously co-operate fully, now that he has learned his lesson."

"Of course dear. Two of the younger girls are helping me this afternoon, so I can fit him in easily. I will make him an appointment before he leaves."

Rachael was delighting in the boy's continuing blushes. His embarrassment was so openly displayed upon his features, that each humiliation was clearly apparent to her. She decided to continue, knowing that this would aid her in eventually procuring his total subjugation.

"Thank you Nurse. Oh, and will you hold the beaker for me when I extract his semen. I would be most grateful?"

Rachael had not once taken her eyes off Colin's blushing face. She really was delighting in his embarrassment. She moved away and stood between his legs.

"Right my boy, let me have a look at you."

Her own cool and aloof manner, juxtaposed with his now very hot and raggedly composed features, thrilled her beyond her wildest dreams. Her effect upon the boy had him belittled and docile.

"No fidgeting now."

At the same time as she remonstrated with him, she squeezed the handles of the speculum, watching the ratchet turn and widen the jaws a few more increments.

"Hoooo... ah... Miss."

She ignored him, other than to look at his wretched, reddened face. Delicately, her cool slender fingers slipped beneath his bulging scrotum and lifted the swollen orbs away from the perineum.

"Ssss... siss... oh... OH!" She is holding my testicles. My own sister! And I can't stop her!

She ignored his reactions as she examined the mobility of his testes within the sac of the scrotum. She jiggled them upon her fingers for several moments before laying them back gently and turning her attention to the fattened slug of flesh which lay upon his pubis. The flesh of his penis was certainly swollen, but as yet did not display signs of stimulation. She thrilled at the thought of handling him, wondering if he remembered her curious childhood intrigue.

Rachael had deliberately not yet touched his penis. She knew that this moment should become imprinted upon his memory. As would many other things that she would do to him over the next hour.

"Pay attention Colin, I am going to manipulate and stimulate the nerves in your penis until you ejaculate." She delicately pinched the tip of the head of his penis between the finger and thumb of her left hand, lifting it upwards until the flesh was stretched fully upright.

"Haaa... aaahhah. hooohhHH."

"What did you think about when you were busy beneath your covers, playing with this little penis of yours?" The crimson nails of her right hand, scored gently over the sensitive rim of his glans. He shivered immediately.

"Hoooo... oooohhh."

"Or perhaps I should have asked, WHOM were you thinking about when you were being a dirty little boy under your bedclothes?"

"Well Colin, are you going to tell me... or do I already know, hmm?"

Although the boy was absolutely cringing with embarrassment and blushing more furiously than ever, Rachael could feel that his penis had become perceptibly more tumescent.

"Perhaps Miss Webster, should have spanked you even harder had she known who you were thinking about. Is that it, Colin?"

She was quite sure that no boy could blush any more shamefully than Colin was doing right now.

She kept her touch light and delicate, her fingertips dancing over his sensitive coronal rim. Gently, she eased the foreskin down the shaft, baring the inner flesh to her intimate touch. She suddenly felt the first throb of his reluctant arousal, as the flesh burgeoned into a life of its own. With the lightest of touches, she coaxed his timid flesh into a sensitive and vulnerable, thick column of exposed emotion. It became firmer and firmer as her fingernails scored wickedly and expertly over each erogenous millimetre of his bared boyhood shame.

She could see that he was watching her. His eyes betrayed his guilt at the reluctant manifestation of his sexual arousal. Her touch had seemed so delicate, sometimes a mere whisper of sensation and yet he could feel his arousal in a maddening rush of blood to both his penis and his cheeks. He winced in shame as he saw and felt the fully erected flesh throb and pulse in reluctant excitement.

She seemed so cool and authoritative. Her touch so knowing and deft, that she had made his penis respond despite his determined reluctance. For a moment her vision swum before his eyes. Her slender neck and shoulders, moving gracefully together with her hands. Her breasts, seemingly swathed individually in the sheer material of her tunic. Her face, finely boned and delicate, looking at him. Her beautiful slender image was completely remote and detached from his anguished humiliation.

Rachael scored the nail of her index finger along the shaft of his penis, observing with delight, the immediate throbbing response. Her hands were nonchalant in their expert and relentless extortion of his once secret and intimate places.

Her hands left his penis standing up straight and throbbing in a full and rude display. She reached down to release the brake of the ratchet. She held the jaws wide and released them slowly as she withdrew the speculum from between his cheeks. She placed it upon the trolley and took a spray-can. With a well disguised delight she sprayed every part of his upright penis. It was as if he was holding it upright for that very purpose. She replaced the spray upon the trolley and dipped the whole of her right hand into the jar of viscous lubricant.

She waited until he suddenly gasped and shivered. Knowing that the cold spray had just imparted its sensitising agent as well as its lubricant.

She slipped all four fingers into his bottom, sliding them deftly through his sphincter until her knuckles slowed her progress. "Deep breaths Colin." She was delighted that the merest increase in pressure, had suddenly allowed her hand to slip through the quivering aperture. She now had full access right up to the juncture with her thumb.

"Ooooohh, please, Miss, pleeeeease don't."

His body suddenly shuddered with alarm as she turned her wrist upwards. His cries were ignored as she slipped her free hand between the cheeks of his bottom and moistened her fingers with lubricant, before casually slipping his foreskin down the shaft of his penis.

"Oooohhhh... aaahhhhhHHH, please... oh please... nooo..."

"Best behaviour Colin, this has to be done. Deep breaths please." Her right hand curled upward to feel his prostate. She wasted no time in squeezing all four fingers hard against the gland. Her thumb which, was resting upon his perineum, supplied excellent purchase.

Her left hand was now steadily milking the throbbing flesh of his penis. Cruelly, she allowed her nails to graze against the rim of the glans as she quickened her strokes.

"Please... oh please ah, Miss, I can't stand it."

"Deep breaths, Colin."

Rachael could see that his head was thrown back, as suddenly, his spine arched, until only his shoulders and hips were in contact with the bed.

Her fingers, deep inside his bottom, prodded and stroked his prostate in the most rapid and effective series of stimulating movements. She knew that his penis was throbbing so quickly and so violently, that it would be mere seconds before he ejaculated. She saw that the nurse was ready with the beaker.

"Come along Colin, I want a thorough ejaculation from you, now come along."

She felt a familiar stab of pleasure shoot up between her legs as his penis exploded with violent ropes of semen. He was shuddering even more violently as copious emissions were expelled from the deep reserves of his body. His cries were long and plaintive as his penis continued to eject frenzied globules of semen into the nurse's waiting beaker.

"Oh... ooooooOOOOHH... Hoo, Hoo, Hoo, Hoo... stop, please..."

Rachael wondered if she had taken him over the edge from pleasure to over sensitivity. But decided that she had not, as his emissions became less volatile. She steeled herself for what she must do next.

Her hands continued with the same deft movements as the boy began to shiver and shake quite violently.

"Please... stop, stop... Miss, it is too sensitive... please Miss."

She noted that he was much more coherent now that he had ejaculated, but his alarm was mounting as she continued her stimulation.

"Oh I can't stand any more... oh please stop. Oh... argghhh, no more please. I can't stand it!"

She pressed her pubis against the bed, feeling her climax approach as she swayed her hips from side to side against it. Even then her voice was calm and measured as she spoke to him.

"It is unbearable isn't it? But I am afraid Colin that it is something you must go through. Your sensitivity will peak and eventually it will become tolerable. You must be a brave boy and try and bear up. I want you to remember this every time you think of rebelling against what has been planned for you."

"Oh... please I really can't stand any more. It is too sensitive... oh... aaarrrgggghhhhh. Pleeeeeease noooo more."

His wails were pathetic and anguished, they were accompanied by moments of pure anguish where his voice would not function at all. His vision was blurred and yet he pleaded to his beautiful oppressor and persecutor, begging for mercy as if he was being whipped and branded. Rachael climaxed in a luxurious envelope of pure pleasure. The boy's cries and pleadings fired her to a blissful climax followed by a plateau of satiated lust. Her fires had been quenched. And yet Colin was in the flames of hell. Rachael sadistically took him through his baptism of pure torture. He could not escape one sensation as she cruelly ignored his frenzy and his torment.

"Just bear it Colin, it is for your own good. It will all be over soon and I hope you will remember every second of it."

Her fingers never stilled as the boy's torment peaked. He could no longer speak or cry out, but soon she knew he would start to become aroused. He would not be able to help it, she had her own recent experience to know exactly how he would react. She could feel his body begin to calm and soon it would be the period where her exact ministrations would begin to arouse him rather than torture him.

She did not vary her coaxing of his prostate or the expert exploitation of the nerves of his penis. A pulse. She could swear she felt a pulse within the shaft of his penis it had not become soft, but after his ejaculation it had lost that granite hardness that had pulsed and ejected so violently.

At first it was just one pulse at the base of his penis, but that was quickly followed by a sequence of several more and then the shaft had stiffened with regular pulsations which, had been joined with matching movements within his prostate. The pulses quickly became deep and evenly spaced throbs of pure arousal. His penis and hardened fully, vibrant and throbbing beneath her skilful fingers.

"There we are Colin, we are all ready to watch your second extraction. Give me your full emission and I promise I won't take you through that over-sensitivity feeling again, unless you are naughty and disobedient. Colin could not believe what was happening to him... and yet he felt that his body was on the edge of something, but was it the same?

His whole body seemed poised and then he felt his own emotions take hold. He could feel himself quiver and the feeling that what was coming could not be stopped. He doubted he could have felt more aroused than his last ejaculation and yet suddenly every nerve tingled in exactly the same way.

How could this be happening again, after such torture? But it did... and mightily. Deep inside of his bottom gathered an intense feeling. He was helpless, bereft of control. He could feel his entire bottom pulsating as the feeling intensified. It was like a Roller-Coaster, gathering speed and intensity. Deep between his legs to the base of his penis. Every nerve tingled as he cried out, arching his back in pure unrelenting sensation.

"Oooohhh... Miss... I... ah...aah. HooooooOOOHH!" It overtook him, every nerve and sinew taut and agonizingly exquisite. "Ooooohhhhh... hoooooHH."

Rachael's voice was calm and clear. Come along Colin, I want a thorough extraction. Come along now." He was fevered and frenzied as Nurse Summers moved forward. He ejaculated wildly, his ejaculation seemingly draining all his strength as again, large globules splattered into the beaker.

It seemed agonizingly endless. Spurt after spurt of huge globules smacking against the glass, one after the other in an endless procession. Would it end? He felt like it never would, and then suddenly for Colin there was blackness. Rachael smiled to herself as she let go of his penis and squeezed his testicles firmly. She drew her hand up his penis, expected to see a bead or two of his semen. He was dry, she had drained him dry.

She extricated her hand and walked to the side of the bed. Colin was breathing regularly but was in a dead faint. She turned towards Miss Webster and the girls and immediately had to burst out laughing Each of them held a card up above their heads. Every one of them had the number 10 written upon it.

Rachael and Judith left the Academy two days early and flew home to Rachael's mother's, mansion on the beach. On arriving home they were quick to unpack and examine the equipment that Rachael's mother had ordered and had installed. Judith looked at Rachael. "Ten dollars says he will die when he see's this." Rachael smiled as she looked around the room. "My god it is more like an operating theatre." Just as the girls were about to dance around the room a woman walked in with a young girl by her side.

"You must be Rachael and I guess this is your friend Judith. Your mother is at work, as usual, so I said I would come across and introduce myself. I am Connie Steadman and this is my daughter, Tammy. Your mother has explained everything to me... hmm regarding your brother Colin. Your mother is a good friend of mine... a very good friend, and we have no secrets. She told me that your Principal, Victoria, has found it beneficial to your program to have as many pairs of hands as possible. She also told me that she has introduced younger girls to help with the extractions. Well my son Tim, is the same age as Colin and the poor boy is going through exactly the same thing. When your mother told me how the school were handling the boys' puberty at the academy. I followed the same course with Tim. I have taken charge of him in exactly the same way that you have, with Colin"

She paused and smiled at them both. "You are both beautiful young girls, I bet Colin is embarrassed to hell."

Rachael smiled. "I wish we could have met before now. Mother has spoken about you often, but when she is at home you are at work. She didn't tell me how beautiful you were or how pretty your daughter is. See... I do know who you are, you are my mothers partner... you were at college together... am I right?"

"Of course, you are. Academy for the unusually gifted hasn't been wasted has it." Rachael grinned. "So OK tell me what are mother's plans."

Connie smiled at Rachael. "Let me get Tammy to tell you, she's a hoot."

Tammy made a face at her mother and giggled. "My name is Tammy Steadman, I have become an extractor. I have practised on my brother, twice a day... that is, Monday thru Friday. On Saturday and Sunday, I have extracted his semen three times a day. He gets embarrassed, but mom has put me in charge of him, so he does what he is told."

She held out her hand. "Look at my hand, I can get all of it up into his bottom... I don't take a lot of time doing it either." Rachael looked at her hand, which was slender and petite. The girl was tall with very long legs, she reminded Rachael of Gillian back at the academy, she also seemed to be nearly as forward as Gillian too!

"See they are really slim. Well Tim, hmm... actually we called him little Timmy now, goes berserk when I put my hand up his bottom. I can really stimulate him to his limit." She giggled again. "Well... beyond his limit really. I get to spank him too, now that he is in my charge. We use a paddle and I have him bare-assed naked over my knees." She giggled again, making Rachael and Judith laugh with her.

"The first time I had him over my knees he got cum all over my dress. So now we've got tunics, just like Miss Hartman described to your mom. Mine is real short, and I spank him while I am wearing my tunic, he often cums on my legs, but I don't count that, and I still make him do it again.

I do his bath time for him too. Mom doesn't allow him to bathe or shower in case he plays with his little pee-pee." She giggled again. "Well it's not really a little pee-pee, it is really huge. Mom will tell you all about it." She put her hands out as if asking for applause. "Oh one other thing, we have a young girl from the company that comes over. She is really good and she likes Timmy a lot. She gets him really embarrassed when she helps with his extraction. It makes him very easy to handle."

Rachael smiled, but it was Judith that spoke. "OK Tammy, you are hired." They all broke into giggles. "Really, I can't wait to see Colin, he is bigger than Timmy, so it would be really cool to be able to handle him. Has he got a nice pee-pee? I just love playing with Timmy's. He has cute balls too. I check him at the weekends, to see if he has an erection. He always has one by the time I take my hand out of his shorts." She giggled and was still giggling when she spoke again. "

I could bring Timmy over tomorrow and you could try out your couch, I know all the controls and how to get his legs really wide when he is not expecting it. Would that be alright mom, it's the vacation, so it would be pretty easy. God, he's going to die when he see you two." Rachael looked at Connie. "Would that be alright Connie? It sounds a great way to get up to speed on this." She gestured towards the large examination couch.

Connie smiled. "I think it might do Timmy good and Tammy is a whizz with the bed controls. There are hand and foot actuators, so you can get used to both and see which suits you best."

Tammy giggled and spoke through her giggles. "I was just thinking about when Colin comes home. He doesn't know me, so what if I do my waitress impression?" Rachael and Judith both looked puzzled and Connie smiled indulgently at Tammy. "Let her do it, the boy will die."

"Well I could walk in with my tunic on, did I tell you how short it is? Well OK. I walk in while he is naked but not on the bed or in the stirrups. He will just be standing there, you know, naked waiting for you to strap him in the stirrups. So I walk in and do my thing." She turned and walked to the door and then turned and walked towards Rachael. Her pretty face was smiling with a professional smile.

"Oh hello, you must be Colin. I am Miss Tammy, and I will be helping with your extraction this morning. Now if you will just put your hands upon your head, I will have a look at you. You must know by now that you are not allowed to play with your little pee-pee. I must warn you, that I am an accomplished spanker and I really do spank hard. I thought you might have learned your lesson by now. So, hands upon your head, or it's your little bare bottom over my knees." Tammy went into hysterics at that point, as did her mother and both girls. "Well, what do you think?"

Rachael did think; but not about what the girl had said. Things could not be better, she thought.

Charlotte would have Richard completely under her spell by the end of the vacation.

She would have her beautiful brother, Colin, to play with and subjugate as and when she wished. And, the final most delicious thought of all. She would have her little Jim Murphy, naked over her bare knees, smacking his beautiful feminine bottom, while his throbbing penis was trapped between her thighs.

She had ordered him not to play with his penis while he was away on vacation. Her photograph, made-up and dressed exactly like the Snow Queen had taken his breath away.

Charlotte and she, had experimented with lighting and costumes from the school stage props for hours, until finally, they had both been startled by the exquisite result.

As Jimmy had stood in front of her on her last day of term, his naked body trembling with embarrassment, she had handed him the photograph.

"Take it out at night when you are in bed. Look at this picture of me and tell me that you will not touch yourself. Talk to my picture every night and promise me that you will be good."

The look of wonder upon the boy's face, as he looked up to her, was enough for her to know that he would obey her implicitly.

For Richard, Colin and Jim, their lives had changed. But with firm management of their changing bodies, she knew they would benefit. Her thoughts returned to the room.

She looked at Connie. "As Tammy is here with us at the moment, she could demonstrate the bed right now, don't you think Connie." She looked Connie Steadman in the eye and gave her a knowing wink as she gestured towards Tammy. "Yes of course. Why don't you ask her."

Connie pushed Tammy to stand in front of Rachael. "Why don't you slip your clothes off Tammy, and we will see how far apart we can spread those pretty thighs of yours?"

Tammy blushed and smiled shyly as she began to undo her buttons. "You will have to be careful," she giggled, "I am still Virgo Intacta."

Judith whispered to Rachael. "Id faciam"

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