Timothy

Oh look it’s bouncing up and down on your tummy.” She shook her head as if bewildered. “Oh dear Timothy, I thought you would have had more control over yourself than this!”

 

It was Cynthia that replied to the nurse as she casually placed her hand gently on the inside of Timothy’s thigh. The gesture was not unplanned as she knew that it would accent his nakedness and further emphasise his vulnerability. “I know nurse; young boys really do not have any self-control. That is why Timothy is not allowed to touch his own penis. I am sure that given the chance he would turn to self abuse… which of course would ruin the doctor’s progress. We will be keeping him firmly in check while he is here at the clinic.”

 

Timothy groaned in shame not just at the embarrassment of the damming and shameful words, but also as Cynthia casually took hold of his penis and slipped the foreskin down the shaft. Her fingers casually encircled the base of the shaft exposing the head of the penis fully as she bent forward, her face only inches from the tip of his penis.

 

Nurse Dowling cleverly manipulated her fingers inside the boy’s bottom. She could see that the penis throbbed in direct response to the thrust of her fingers against his prostate gland. Her utter delight in handling the boy was carefully hidden behind her innocent look of concentration as she diligently probed and thrust her fingers between his bottom cheeks.

 

Cynthia quickly glanced at her sister as she moved to stand in front of the irrigation machine. She watched as Susie began to set up the machine for operation. She smiled at her before turning her face back towards Nurse Dowling.

 

“If you look at the penis head you will see that it is quite engorged. The doctor will be coming in after he has had his colonic irrigation. She will take two samples of semen from him… the second one after a twenty minute interval. The sample will be analysed for sperm count and then frozen for the IVF service. If you lift his scrotum, you will notice that his testicles are very swollen, the doctor is hoping to reduce any discomfort he may have… as I believe that when the boy was first examined his scrotum could hardly accommodate the testes without severe discomfort.”

 

Nurse Downing nodded as she gently lifted up the swollen scrotal sac from between his legs. She ignored the boy’s gasp of embarrassment as she carefully examined his testicles. She thrust her fingers fully up into the young boy as she gently let her hand explore the fullness of his scrotum, casually weighing them before she let them rest down between his widely parted legs.

 

“I think you will find that his bottom will accommodate the nozzle now.” She whispered to Cynthia before turning her attention back to Timothy. “Now just relax and keep your bottom still.” No sooner had she uttered the words than she slipped her fingers quickly from his bottom and without further warning pushed the nozzle of the syringe firmly through the opening of his sphincter. She watched the ring of muscle stretch wide as the nozzle slid lazily up through the opening.

 

“Argggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh.” Timothy groaned mightily as she pushed upwards with the syringe. The size of the nozzle seemed to seemed to stretch his bottom wider than he had ever thought possible. Suddenly, with a final acceleration, the bulbous tip slipped inside.

 

“Argggghhhh… oooooooOOOOHHHH.” He groaned as tried to move his bottom to rid himself of the impalement. His movement was to no avail, impeded as it was by the angle of his legs lying inside the stirrup cups. Nonchalantly the nurse pressed the plunger home with a rapid movement of her hand, shooting a large volume of gel up into his bottom. Although she knew exactly the effect this would have upon the boy, her facial expression showed no apparent concern for his feelings. Cynthia held his penis firmly as all of the gel was expelled in a rapid jet up into his bottom.

 

“OoooooohhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHH.” The involuntarily gasp of anguish was ripped from the boy’s lips as suddenly his bottom was filled with cold lubricating gel. It seemed to invade his very being; totally enveloping his prostate gland to such an extent that it felt as if it had reached inside to the very tip of his penis. The feeling it produced in his genitals was utterly devastating. His penis felt as if it would explode, such was the excruciating sensation he felt as the sudden surge of cold gel rushed inside him.

 

“Ooooohhhh…oh pleeeeease nurse… oh…oh. Cynthia quickly took her hand away from his penis, suddenly frightened that he might ejaculate right there and then. She looked at the boy, intrigued at the sight of his naked body as he thrashed his head from left to right in utter torment.

 

Quickly she crossed over to the sink and held a soft cloth under the cold tap. Returning to the bedside she thrust the wet cloth firmly over his penis and testicles. She delighted in his gasp as the cold cloth enveloped his inflamed penis and testicles.

 

Both Cynthia and the nurse exchanged glances as they watched the boy’s anguish gradually subside. Nurse Dowling nodded to Cynthia as she watched her lift the cloth from his genitals, exposing his now flaccid penis to their interested gaze.

 

Without any warning to the young boy, Nurse Dowling quickly pulled the nozzle from his bottom. His whole body immediately stiffened as if he had been electrocuted. His young bottom raised from the bed in anguished response as the bulbous tip once more stretched his sphincter wide. Nurse Dowling looked him in the eye as she spoke. “Now young man, I want you to keep your bottom still while Miss Jenkins inserts the irrigator. I am just going to check that you are well lubricated. She slipped both fingers between the cheeks of his bottom. Even though he had tried to clench his buttocks, she found that her fingers slipped easily up into the opening of the sphincter. She could see that the boy’s cheeks had flushed to an even deeper shade of red as she swirled her fingers around inside. Casually she withdrew her hand and discarded the rubber gloves she had been wearing. As if it was of no consequence, she flipped the very tip of his penis so that it rolled against his stomach as she spoke to him. Her voice was stern and her expression cool and clinical. “I hope that you are going to be a little more obedient when Miss Jenkins inserts the irrigator into your bottom.”

 

She looked intently at his blushing countenance, waiting to catch his eye. She knew that he would not be able to avoid looking at her if she waited long enough for him to answer. “Well Timothy…?”

 

In a haze of embarrassment and humiliation he looked at the angelic face of the young nurse, his cheeks reddening to a deep shade of crimson as he addressed her. “Oh er… please nurse… I will try really er nurse.” He blushed further as his eyes dropped to look at his own naked body splayed out obscenely to the view of the young nurses. He saw his penis move against his raised pubis as the nurse casually lifted his testicles in the palm of her hand. He knew that she was waiting for him to look at her before she spoke to him. As if he had no will of his own, he raised his eyes towards the beautifully innocent face of the young nurse.

 

“Now just try and be brave while Miss Jenkins inserts the irrigator.”  The nurse patted his stomach as she lifted his testicles upwards until the skin was pulled tight. Susie Jenkins moved to stand in-between his legs; immediately, Timothy tried to clench his buttocks as he saw the size of the irrigator nozzle for the first time. He could not believe the size of the device that the young girl intended to force into his bottom. The chromium adapter had two clear plastic tubes trailing from it. One was twice the diameter of the other. Above the adapter, a pink phallic shaped plastic nozzle glistened with lubricating gel. The nozzle had a variety of holes bored into the shaft of the plastic as well as three irregular large holes at the end. Below the stem a bulbous flange protruded and then narrowed to a slimmer circumference, leaving a slender length which joined the metal adapter holding the pipes. There was a thumbwheel on the metal flange which allowed an inner tube to be projected upwards through the largest of the holes in the tip of the nozzle.

 

Timothy gasped as Susie Jenkins spoke to him. Her voice was light and unconcerned as she held up the huge nozzle. “The secret is to relax your bottom completely. It may seem rather invasive at first but you will soon get used to it.” She gave him a professional smile as she bent her head and placed the nozzle between the cheeks of his bottom.

 

Ominously Nurse Dowling and Cynthia Jenkins placed the flat of their palms upon his chest, effectively holding his body still as Susie nonchalantly slipped two of her fingers straight up into his bottom and swirled them around to re-lubricate his sphincter. “Just relax, there… now breathe in… come along now… a nice deep breath.” Anxiously Timothy took a gulp of air, his body trembling as he felt her slip her fingers from his bottom and replace them with what seemed like an impossibly large ice cold plastic nozzle.

 

“Come along… nice deep breaths now.” Timothy tried to obey but gasped loudly, expelling his breath as Susie nonchalantly forced his sphincter wide as she penetrated him with the irrigator nozzle.

 

“Arrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….oooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOHH. Mmmmppphhh”

The cry of anguish was cut short as Timothy drew breath in short anguished gasps. He felt as if he was being split in two as the nozzle was deftly inserted up into his bottom. His whole body became rigid as Susie casually slid the device further up into him, stretching his sphincter wide as the flange suddenly disappeared as if being sucked into his bottom. The device seemed to invade his entire being as Susie wiggled the adapter to make sure that it was being held firm.

 

Nurse Dowling looked down at the stricken boy. She felt a sexual thrill run through her body as she saw him being impaled by the huge nozzle of the colonic irrigator. She stroked her hand over his heaving chest as she held his testicles firmly in her other hand. She could not have imagined how excited she felt at having such a good looking boy completely in her control. She saw his eyes look anxiously at Susie as she addressed him once more. “Now… there is no need to make a fuss when I switch on the irrigator. It will feel strange at first, but you will soon get used to it.” Timothy could only look at her in anguish as she turned and walked towards the controls of the irrigator. Timothy eyes followed her as she stood before the machine and pressed a single green button. He could see the two pipes that led from the machine begin to pulse as water seemed rush down the pipes. At the same time he felt a sucking motion in his bottom. Suddenly his body stiffened and he tried to raise his chest from the bed. The sensation he felt was incredible, as if he was being milked from the inside. His penis seemed to tingle through its entire length, at the same time, it seemed as if, a thousand fingers were caressing him inside his bottom.

 

“Arggggggggggghhhh… ooohhh…ohhh.oooohhh.” He could not contain his emotions as jets of water invaded his bottom and colon; his penis began to throb in an anguished ecstasy as the water began to do its work. The suction tube seemed to softly claw at the base of his penis as if it was a milking machine. The whole experience was both anguished and sensual, an experience like nothing he had ever felt before. He looked down at himself, utterly embarrassed as he saw his penis beginning to erect.

 

His embarrassment came to the fore as he looked at the nurses; their expressions were cool and clinical as they observed his involuntary gyrations were being strictly limited by the stirrups; seemingly unconcerned that the machine was invading the very core of his being. Utterly humiliated he looked at each nurse in turn, only to see that none of them seemed to have any concern for his anguish.

 

Nurse Dowling looked at him as she let go of his testicles and lifted her hand from his chest. “Right Timothy, Miss Jenkins is going to leave the machine on low for a while and then she will finish off the last twenty minutes on medium. Try and keep still… and be a good boy.” She looked down at his genitals knowing that the boy’s eyes would follow hers. His penis had started to throb and seemed to be bouncing against his stomach of its own volition. She tutted as if his erection was entirely his fault as she moved away to talk with Susie and Cynthia Jenkins in the corner of the room, well out of his earshot.

 

The girls were well aware of what the boy must be feeling as the irrigator had been set on ‘pulse’. High pressure jets of warm and cold water were pulsed from each hole of the nozzle. The sensations the machine produced were also aided by the strong sucking motion of the collection tube. The suction was timed in two second intervals, taking two seconds to complete. The suction was so strong as to move the nozzle up and down over the prostate gland as it collected any waste matter loosened by the jets of water.

 

Timothy could not contain his anguish as he gasped and groaned at the sensations within his bottom. He could not help twitching and jerking as the nozzle scored over his prostate gland. His shame was paramount as his fully erect penis stood up from between his widely spread legs. Timothy could not help look down at himself, or control his penis as it throbbed and pulsed of its own volition, signalling his shameful arousal. The nurses looked at him from time to time as they went about their work. Their expressions exacerbating his shame as they observed his throbbing erection with cool clinical appraisal. They wheeled trolleys over to the side of the bed which had been filled with a variety of medical instruments and other paraphernalia such as surgical gloves, lubricating gels, etc.

 

Timothy suddenly became very apprehensive as Suzie Jenkins and Nurse Dowling approached him. They stood by his waist at either side of the bed and watched as Cynthia stood between his legs. Nonchalantly they watched her as she reached between his bottom cheeks and turned the thumbwheel of the nozzle fully forward. Immediately Timothy felt the water begin to pulse further up into his bottom.

 

Ominously both Suzie Jenkins and Nurse Dowling placed their hands flat upon his chest hand held his body firmly as Cynthia walked over to the controls of the irrigator.

 

“Arggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh…. ooooooOOOHHHH… ooohh… ooohh” Timothy cried out in utter anguish, his cries interceded by gasps of drawn in breath. Pulses of water seemed to invade every nerve of his body. The sinews in his legs stiffened and he lifted his bottom off the bed in utter abandonment as an intense and almost unbearable pulsing invaded his very being.

 

“Oooooohhhh … pleeeeeeeeeeease… er nooooooooooo.” He could not contain his abject dismay as the nurses observed his distress with cool expressions. Their beautiful faces looking down on him as shivered and shook in torment. He felt as if the inside of his penis was being penetrated by a most agonisingly exquisite sexual torment. He looked up at he nurses in shame as nurse Dowling turned her head to look at his throbbing penis. Reluctantly Timothy followed her gaze to see that several beads of clear liquid had emerged from the tip of his penis.

 

Cynthia had moved to stand in between his legs as she watched the anguished shivering figure of the young boy. With a detached air she spoke to Nurse Dowling as if the boy’s gyrations were of no consequence. “Hold him still for two more minutes would you nurse and then I think that will be enough.”

 

Timothy was gasping for breath and groaning in anguish as the nurses held him for what seemed like an eternity. He was near to fainting, his eyes tightly shut and his mouth gaping open when suddenly all sensations ceased.

 

His shame was paramount as the girls, seemingly indifferent to his agonising experience, lifted their hands from his chest. It was Nurse Dowling who leaned right over him, placing her weight against his body, her soft breasts pressed against him, as Suzie Jenkins placed her hands at either side of his temples and held his head firmly.

 

Immediately Timothy felt an acute sensation in his bottom. It felt as if his sphincter was being stretched to a new extreme as Cynthia casually pulled the nozzle from his bottom in one practised movement.

 

Timothy tried to rear up as the Nurse looked into his eyes. Her beautifully innocent expression made him feel utterly foolish and gauche as he tried to lift his body from the bed. The sensation in his bottom robbed him of any semblance of self control as he struggled with the sensation of having his sphincter stretched so wide.

 

The next few minutes were utterly shaming to the young boy as the girls wiped his body with soft moist tissues. His final humiliation came when Nurse Dowling casually took a firm hold of his penis and pulled the foreskin back tightly. She seemed utterly indifferent to his embarrassment and shame as she carefully wiped the tip. Deftly she took more tissues and, casually lifting his testicles upwards from between his legs, wiped his bottom as if he was a young child.

 

Lucy Ashcroft looked in the mirror. Her naked body looked lithe and tanned as she turned to a three quarter angle admiring the apparition that greeted her in the full length mirror. She placed her slender fingers against the flat of her stomach and moved them upwards sensuously to cup her small firm breasts. Her nipples were hard and sensitive as she let her fingers delicately tweak the hard nubs of flesh. She had bathed and was now ready to dress herself in her small but luxuriously appointed private quarters of the clinic.

 

Her hair was brushed to a shine and tied in a neat bun at the back of her head. Her makeup had been perfectly applied accenting her pretty mouth. The glasses she wore were of a slender wire-frame design and suited her neatly featured face perfectly. She smoothed her hands down her body, impishly lingering over the smooth prominence of her pubic mound, which was completely bereft of hair.

 

She had already decided what she would wear. She looked at the white cotton medical dress that was hanging at the back of the door. Although the Sea Island cotton was so fine as to be almost transparent, she knew that only her own staff would be at the clinic at this late hour.

 

She reached on to her dresser top and picked up the sheer white cotton thong that she had chosen. Luxuriously she stepped into the flimsy garment, again moving her hand over her pubis as she fitted the thong between her thighs. Her buttocks felt smooth and firm as she slipped the single strand between the cheeks of her bottom, pulling the waist upwards so the slender thread ran upwards from between her legs to form an elongated ‘V’.

 

She squeezed her thighs together in a delicious shiver of delight in anticipation of the coming events, before carefully donning her white dress. She buttoned it carefully down the front, allowing several of the buttons, above her breasts and below her thighs, to remain unfastened. She tied the waistband in a casual knot and re-examined her appearance before stepping into her greatest indulgence… the slender, almost strapless high-heeled Gucci shoes.

 

She checked her appearance carefully. She could see the firmness of her breasts punctuated by the sharp point of each of her nipples as they pressed impudently against the sheer cotton material. The breast pockets failed to conceal the erectile flesh even though the material was doubled. She was sure that she could see the merest hint of skin colour through the cotton. Certainly she thought, she would not be observed closely as she walked through the subdued lighting of the corridors that led to the colonic irrigation rooms.

 

She casually slung her stethoscope around her neck and picked up several items from her desk which she slipped into the breast pockets of her tunic. Without further examination of her appearance, she exited the room.

 

Timothy was blushing from head to foot as he was surrounded by the young nurse and medical assistants. He could not believe how embarrassed he felt at being made to lie naked, his legs spread out almost obscenely within the confines of the stirrups. Their expressions were completely non-committal as they looked over his body. Casually Nurse Dowling had let her hand rest upon the inside of his thigh. The simple gesture had accented his nakedness and complete accessibility to his body. He turned his head to the side only to see the young medical assistant bend low and look at him closely through her slender framed spectacles.

 

His torment seemed to have to come to an end, at least for the time being. The nurse and two medical assistants moved away from him, using the part of the room above the bed-head. He could hear their occasional whispers but could not discern what they were saying. It must have been at least ten minutes before they came back to stand around the bed. Nurse Dowling stood by his left side and Susie Jenkins stood by his right with Cynthia positioned just to her left. No words were spoken to him as they looked down at his naked body. His penis was now flaccid and lay down between his thighs, supported by his bulging scrotum. He closed his eyes hoping against hope that this would lessen his extreme embarrassment at being naked before such pretty girls.

 

Suddenly he heard a sound at the door, instinctively opening his eyes and looking towards it, perhaps in the fear that someone was walking into the wrong room and would see him naked.

 

His embarrassment was almost palpable as the door opened and Doctor Lucy Ashcroft walked through the brightly lit opening. He shivered as without preamble she moved towards him.  Susie and Cynthia moved back from the bed as the doctor approached him.

 

“Hello Timothy, How are you feeling?” She stood by his shoulder and looked down at him with a professional smile. “I hope you are feeling much better than when I first saw you!”

 

Timothy blushed as the doctor looked into his eyes. He felt utterly humiliated embarrassed by her beauty. Nervously he managed to stammer a reply through trembling lips.

 

“er… Y’yes er miss… er doctor… th’ thank you.”

 

Lucy was enthralled by the beauty of his body and his complete acquiescence as she smiled at him once more.

 

“Well I am just going to give you a little examination, so lie nice and still for me.” She could see the boy visibly tremble at her words, his anxious expression sending a thrill through her body. She knew that he would be apprehensive, especially after his treatment with the colonic irrigator. She also knew that nurse Dowling and her assistants, Cynthia and Susan, would not have spared his blushes.

 

Gently she placed each hand at each side of his neck, feeling for any sign of swollen glands. Of course she was very well aware that the boy was in perfect health. Her touch was gentle and yet had an authority to it that made the boy gasp at the first touch of her cool hands.

 

Hardly able to control the shiver of pleasure that ran through her body, she leaned over him whispered gently. “Open your mouth nice and wide for me would you Timothy.” She watched his eyes widen as he opened his mouth. Casually she took a flat wooden depressor from her breast pocket and laid it over his tongue.

 

She could not resist the urge to bend down even closer to him, letting the tips of her breasts press against his chest as she probed his mouth with her finger. She had deliberately not donned gloves, knowing that it would make her touch far more intimate. There seemed to be an almost sensuous pleasure in the probing of his mouth. She could feel his body tremble beneath her as she explored his teeth and gums. Perhaps he is trembling, she thought, because he wonders what other of his orifices I am going to explore.

 

“There your mouth seems perfectly healthy; you obviously look after your teeth. So many young children today do not practice good dental care.” He blushed as she likened him to a young child, his body shivering as she stood up and placed her palm flat upon his chest. He had never felt as naked or vulnerable as she smoothed her hand over his nipple.

 

“Right I am going to palpitate your stomach, so lay still please Timothy.” She watched him blush once more as she laid her other hand over the sensitive flesh of his stomach, her fingers resting just under his ribs.

 

Timothy suddenly blushed deeply as he felt his penis throb. It was just a single pulse, but he knew that unless he could control himself that his penis would become erect. He felt utterly ashamed as he thought of how embarrassing it would be, during a perfectly normal medical examination to become erect. He did not realise that every touch of her hands upon him had been designed to illicit just such a response. Her hands felt cool and smooth upon his flesh as she looked down at his body. He blushed again, knowing that his penis and testicles were openly displayed to her view.

 

Gently she began to press her fingers gently into his stomach, her hands moving smoothly and sensuously over his flesh as she worked her way lower and lower towards his pubis.

 

He gasped quietly once or twice as she pressed harder in certain areas, although predominately her touch was soft and gentle.

 

Suddenly he felt a second throb course through his penis. Worse still he felt it move slightly as it lay over his swollen scrotum. He wished that the doctor would soon finish this part of the examination. He drew in his breath sharply as his penis throbbed again. Although he dare not look down at himself, he felt sure that the flesh had moved. Casually the doctor moved her fingers even lower, her fingertips just above the juncture of his groin as she pressed gently. She turned her head towards him and addressed him. “Now Timothy can you feel any pain when I press here?... or here… how about here?”

 

Timothy shook his head in answer… his senses becoming inflamed as he felt his penis engorge and move against his scrotum. It seemed to him that the movement of his penis had become more exaggerated as the doctor looked at him as she moved her hands gently to the other side of his stomach.

“Now tell me Timothy… any pain here… or here or perhaps here?” Timothy only managed to shake his head wildly from side to side. His cheeks suddenly suffused in red as he felt his penis lift up from his scrotum and begin to throb.

 

Lucy Ashcroft watched his penis erect before her eyes, she knew that the boy dare not look down at himself, instead he stared up at the ceiling as she gently kneaded his flesh. She moved her hands even lower, her fingertips now brushing over what would have been is pubic hair. She could feel the beginning of soft new hair forming as she stroked her fingers gently over his pubic bone. She leaned her body towards his head; so that he was unaware of whether she had seen his penis begin to erect.

 

“What about here Timothy… can you feel any discomfort?” Timothy just shook his head from side to side, his embarrassment almost beyond his comprehension as he felt his penis throb incessantly.

 

Lucy Ashcroft did not let him off the hook; instead she spoke to him in a soft and gentle tone. “Answer me Timothy, it is important… do you feel any pain here?”

 

Timothy was almost blind with embarrassment as he looked at her through a mist of shame and humiliation. His lips were trembling and his chest heaving as he stammered his answer.

 

“Er… ah… er no… nooo… doctor.”

 

Lucy hid her feeling of delight as she took her hands away and placed the ends of the stethoscope in her ears. Gently she placed cool fingers against his right nipple as she touched his chest with the ice-cold instrument. Her touch, she knew would keep erect as long as she wanted. She also knew that the boy would be far more embarrassed if he became fully erect while she was performing what would normally be an asexual and standard part of any medical exam.

 

She bent low, her voice soft and insistent as she moved the scope over his heaving chest. “Now take a deep breath and hold it until I tell you to expel… off we go then… a nice deep breath now.”

 

Her hand moved sensuously over his other nipple, not overtly but as if she was supporting herself as she moved the scope over his chest. She marvelled at the smoothness of his skin as she deliberately aroused his trembling flesh. Suddenly she stood upright and patted his cheek, taking the cold end of the scope away from his chest.

 

I a moment to savour she looked down at his face and then knowing that he would not be able to help himself from following her gaze looked down between his widely parted thighs. To her delight his penis was pointing up towards his chest. It throbbed so violently that it had begun to bounce against his stomach.

 

She relished the slow turning of her head as she looked at him. Her face betrayed not one glimmer of the triumph she felt as the boy blushed mightily, his cheeks colouring to a deep crimson as he looked at her in utter and abject shame.

 

“Right Timothy, I am going to examine your penis and testicles and inside your bottom. I hope you are not going to fidget or make a fuss while I complete your medical. Hazel has told me that this afternoon was not the first time that she has had to smack your little bottom. She tells me that that she has had to take you across her knees on more than one occasion for being naughty and disobedient. I am sure you wouldn’t want to act childishly in front of our pretty young ladies here. Your mother has given me strict instruction that you are to be summarily spanked by myself or any of the nurses if you misbehave. I am sure all of us would be terribly embarrassed to have to take you over our knees and smack your bare bottom. So will you promise me you that will be a good boy while I examine you, won’t you…mmmm?

 

To say that Timothy felt embarrassed and utterly shamed at the doctor’s words would be an understatement of the highest order. In fact Timothy wished that a hole would suddenly appear and swallow him up. He did not know where to look or what to say. His face had suffused into such a deep blush that his cheeks were a vivid and deep crimson colour. His lips trembled and tears had formed in his eyes as the doctor spoke to him once more, this time addressing the nurses.

 

“I am sure he is just embarrassed that he cannot control his penis. Little boys seem unable to control their emotions. Would you lubricate the speculum for me and get me a chair.”

 

The doctor gave Timothy a last look before moving away from his side and walking around the stirrups to stand between his widely spread legs.

 

He watched her in trepidation, his young naked body shivering in anticipation of what she might do to him. Without a word, she held out her hand and was handed a shiny chromium plated speculum which was covered in a lubricating gel. Timothy looked at her in horror as Cynthia slid a chair around the bed so that the doctor could sit down. He could not help the utter feeling of shame that enveloped his body, his cheeks manifesting his humiliation in another vivid blush of deep crimson. He was unable to do anything but watch as the pretty young doctor seated herself and peered intently between his widely spread bottom. Slowly she looked upwards, her eyes focussing on his erect penis which throbbed incessantly as it stood upwards from between his thighs.

 

For the first time she spoke. “Right young man, I am just going to slip this speculum up into your bottom for a quick look before I examine your penis and testicles.” Timothy blushed again as Nurse Dowling took a gob of gel from one of the jars on the trolley and casually leaned over to smear the lubrication over the deep crease of his bottom. Her fingers deliberately prodded his sphincter, making him gasp.

 

“Ooooohhh… hahhhh.” He groaned as suddenly her fingers were replaced by the feel of the ice cold instrument pressing against his sphincter.

 

“Breath in please Timothy.” The doctor’s instructions were immediately followed by the icy feel of the speculum being pressed against his anus. He gasped again as suddenly the sphincter gave way to allow the cold metal slide up into his bottom.

 

“Oooohhhh…. Hoooohhh.” His protestations were ignored. He gasped and then cried out. The dreaded sudden apprehension of what the instrument was designed to do. Moaning incessantly, he shivered as the doctor squeezed the handle of the speculum widening the jaws to their full extent.

 

“Arggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…hooo….hooo… hooo.”

 

His distress was unheeded as the doctor locked the jaws and took the small torch that had been handed to her by Cynthia. “Keep him still please while I examine him would you please nurse.”

 

Susie leaned across him, her small breasts pressing firmly down on his chest as she looked into his eyes. Her delicately featured face only inches from his. Timothy was utterly embarrassed as the young girl placed her hand on his cheek. He could not believe that this young girl could have such mastery over him. It had seemed to him, even when he first saw her, that she was little older than himself. Suddenly the speculum expanded, stretching his sphincter even wider. He responded with a sudden tensing of his muscles and an anguished moan as the doctor casually locked the new diameter in place.

 

“Hummmppph… ooooohhhhhh… hoooo.”

 

Susie immediately pressed down on his young body, it was as if she had anticipated the further stretching of his sphincter.

 

“Now be a good little boy and keep your bottom still for the doctor.” Susie’s words belittled him even further as he felt the doctor’s hand on the inside of his thigh as she leaned forward to examine his bottom.

 

It was moments later that he felt the speculum being depressed and the cold metal being slid gently from his bottom. There was silence in the room for a moment as Susie stood upright and doctor quietly appraised his body. He looked down, just in time to see her un-gloved hand extend forward to his upright penis. It was if he was in a trance as he watched and felt her delicate fingers wrap themselves around his erect member.

 

He blushed and moaned as her fingers slid the foreskin down the shaft of his penis stretching the skin tight as her hand moved to the very base of his erect organ. He could not help looking quickly at her beautiful face as she proceeded to move the skin of his penis up and down the shaft in a slow almost sensual movement.

 

He felt the doctor carefully cup his testicles, rolling the swollen orbs in her fingers as she felt for any abnormalities within the scrotum. Satisfied she lowered her hand and nodded to Nurse Dowling who leaned forward and gently hefted his testicles in her own hand, her fingernails scoring the underside of his scrotum as she deliberately rolled the testes sensuously in her fingers.

 

Without warning he suddenly felt a pressure against his sphincter. Before he could protest two slender fingers were slipped up into his bottom.

 

“Oooohhhhh… hahhhh… arggghhhh.” He moaned as the doctor quickly slid her fingers right up into him, her delicate fingertips quickly finding his prostate gland.

 

“Ohh oh oh oh oooooohhhhh. The feel of their hands upon his body was too much for Timothy. He moaned and shivered as expert fingers quickly plundered his sexual responses. He felt the doctor alternate her clever elicitation of his senses; her fingers smoothing and then jabbing and prodding his prostate, her other hand inexorably coaxing a deep throbbing from his penis.

 

“Now try and relax, I am just going to take a semen sample from you. You have had this done to you before so it should be nothing new.” Her words belittled his protestations, making light of the extreme sexual trauma he was feeling. He could not help his body jerking or the deep shivers that ran through his body. It seemed that every nerve ending was being stimulated to the extreme.

 

Ooohhh… pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaase… nooooooooooo.” His cries of anguish were unheeded as if they were oblivious of his anguish. Incessantly the doctor explored and aroused him to a fever pitch. Her long slender fingers, pushing deep within his bottom, were in perfect synchronization with her clever manipulation of his penis. Lucy Ashcroft knew exactly how to bring the boy’s reluctant sexual arousal to a fever pitch. She watched in delight as her fingers delved deliciously into his tender anus, thrilling as every touch sent a tremor through his young body. She was so delighted with her arousal of him, that she felt a sudden desire to lean forward and bite the smooth unblemished flesh of his quivering bottom cheeks. Certainly she knew that she was going to spank him at the first opportunity. Ever since she had seen him at the school clinic with stripes across his perfect buttocks, she had had the deep desire to smack his bared bottom.

 

Her control of his sexual emotions was absolute; her fingers reached far inside him as her left hand deftly smoothed and stretched his foreskin, eliciting his deepest sexual emotion. Occasionally Lucy would look up at his blushing face, watching as he thrashed his head from side to side in sexual anguish, his chest heaving with the utter intensity of his reluctant arousal.

 

She looked up at Susie and spoke to her, her voice quite measured and matter of fact as she continued stimulating the boy’s prostate with increased vigour. “Susie will you please have the test-tube ready as this should not take long at all… and Cynthia, if you would….” The rest of the sentence was left unsaid as Cynthia looked at the doctor with amusement in her eyes.

 

Timothy could feel the blood rushing to his head as to his utter humiliation, his sexual feelings were expertly plundered and exploited by the skilled hands of the doctor and nurses.

 

He was vaguely aware of Cynthia walking to the head of the bed and then leaning over him, her beautiful face suddenly peering down on him as she extended her arms forward and placed the flat of her small hands over each of his nipples. He shivered once more as she suddenly took hold of the two points of flesh and scraped her finger nails across the puckered skin. Skilfully she coaxed his nipples to harden and erect. She alternated her caresses between titillating the hardened nubs and drawing circles by trailing her fingers around his breast.

 

Nurse Dowling lifted his testicles higher, making sure not to interfere with the doctors busy fingers. She watched avidly as Lucy Ashcroft skilfully used her fingers within his bottom and upon his penis. The nurse gently encased the soft balls of flesh, kneading them sensually as the boy moaned and shivered in pure sexual torment. Instinctively she laid the flat of the palm of her left hand upon his lower stomach, knowing that this would further illustrate to the boy, his absolute nakedness and vulnerability.

 

She had assisted Doctor Ashcroft several times in extracting semen from young boys… and young men. But this was the first time that she had had complete mastery over such a beautiful boy, his perfectly proportioned body delighting her eyes each time she looked at him. Such was the perfection of his physique and beauty of his young face that it seemed to invite sexual torment. His heaving chest and blushing face thrilled her; she felt him shiver at the cool touch of her hand as she placed it impudently on the quivering flesh of his lower tummy.

 

She pressed her pubis against the bed as she bent to her task, delighting in the sexual intimacy of the proceedings It seemed to her as if she was holding the very core of his being in her hand as she squeezed the soft orbs, watching him shiver in a reluctant spasm of pure sexual arousal.

 

Doctor Lucy Ashcroft did not have to further instruct Susie; just a quick glance confirmed her role, as the girl studiously moved the test-tube into position. The neck of the glass tube was flared, being specifically designed so that it would fit over the head of a penis.

 

The next moments were beautifully co-ordinated between the young doctor and her nurses. Anticipating his first convulsive emission the test tube was thrust over the head of his penis. As his body arched in utter abandonment, Lucy deliberately thrust her straightened fingers upwards into his bottom, prodding the quivering prostate before scoring her fingernails over the sensitive gland. She could feel the prostate contract and expand violently as spurts of semen hit the glass sheath.

 

Susie clamped the test-tube firmly over the head of his penis and proceeded to move it up and down in a series of rapid strokes. The smooth glass almost sucked the tender flesh of the unprotected head of his penis as Susie diligently and expertly milked him. The doctor’s fingers stretched the foreskin back as far as it would go; allowing none of the foreskin to protect the exposed head of his penis from Susie’s merciless milking. The boy’s cries of anguish filled the room as his body was suspended for an agonizing moment of time, locked rigid in a convulsive seizure.

 

“Arggggggggggghhhhh… ooooohhhhh… eerrrr.. hooo hooo.” His tearful cry was cut short by further torment as he felt his testicles being squeezed firmly and his nipples pinched hard.

 

“Noooo… oooohhh pleeeeeease   nooooooooooooo.” A further jab of the doctor’s two slender fingers silenced him once more as he was forced to draw in breath. The three nurses and the doctor held him in violent orgasm for what seemed like an eternity… as if he were locked forever in the exquisite throes of sexual torment.

 

“Doctor Lucy Ashcroft spoke to him… completely aware of his anguish as she continued to plunder his bottom with her slender fingers. Her voice was cool and well modulated showing no tremor or quaver as her fingers worked busily inside his young bottom.

 

“Now I want a nice big sample, so come along young man…let’s have no nonsense now.”

 

Her words further inflamed the young boy’s sense of utter humiliation as his legs tensed within the stirrups, his young body completely unable to cope with the acute sexual trauma that the young doctor and nurses were inflicting upon him. His very nerve-ends seemed to be inflamed as he spurted jet after jet of semen into the test tube.

 

Lucy watched as the thick tube continued to fill, the semen spilling into the glass in near-white globules. She bent his penis slowly down towards his tummy as she held his foreskin tight against the base of the shaft. Suzie followed her action with the test-tube, ensuring that none of his emission could escape from the glass.

 

His chest heaved and shuddered as the girls prolonged his anguished orgasm. Their actions were cool and calculated, designed to rob him of any vestige of self-control. He felt near to fainting as Cynthia looked down at him, lowering her head until her pretty face was mere inches from his own. Her words adding fuel to his flames of utter humiliation as she looked at him through her thin wire spectacles. “My… what a fuss you’re making at having your little penis milked. Try and be a very good boy while the doctor takes your sample… it will all be over soon…. Just a few more drops now… there’s a good boy.”

 

She looked forward, hiding her surprise at the huge volume of semen that had collected in the glass vial. She lowered her head, her lips touching his cheek as she whispered softly to him.

 

“There we are just a little longer and it will be all over.” Her words, combined with the sensuous thrusts of the doctor’s fingers, spurred him to a further violent ejaculation. His torment seemed unending as they drained him of his fluids, their fingers seemingly everywhere upon his body, his last emission seemingly wrenched from his body.

 

Argggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” He cried out in utter and anguished torment as he was probed and milked to an ultimate ejaculation. His vision blurred and a darkness seemed to descend upon him as every sinew of his body stiffened.

 

Suddenly he became aware that it was over! Instead of the prolonged sexual torture, their hands caressing him, smoothing over his skin… fingers softly and slowly being extracted from his bottom… soft hands lifting his penis and the glass being carefully taken away. Tender hands laying his testicles down against his groin; his body was being soothed and cosseted by the gentlest of touches as the nurses tended to him.

 

His vision cleared as the doctor stood up and came to stand by his side. She stroked her delicate fingertips against his burning cheek as she spoke softly to him. “There now little Timothy, just lay back and close your eyes and rest for a while. The nurses will release you from the stirrups… and I will be back to see you later.”

 

Gentle hands supported his left leg as it was released from the stirrups. He felt the pad being removed from under the small of his back before the nurses released the other leg. He had not heard or felt the bottom part of the bed being re-attached but felt the soft cold leather of its surface as his legs were laid close together. He had blushed when Nurse Dowling casually lifted his testicles so they were not trapped between his thighs.

 

He drifted into a light slumber as the nurses left him, lowering the lights as Cynthia covered his body with a single crisp cool sheet.

 

The strong lights of the laboratory illuminated the report that Dr. Lucy Ashcroft was holding up. She had read it twice in her office and yet still could not believe the results. She had hurried down the corridor to ascertain from the pretty young assistant to ascertain first hand if the results had been thoroughly checked.

 

She now looked at the report again, almost disbelieving the bold print of the result. She turned to the assistant and spoke. “If this is as you say… and before you give me another one of those looks I do believe you when you say that have checked the results from three separate tests and two quite separate samples, the two from this afternoon and the one I gave you half an hour ago. But it still seems unbelievable… that young man… I don’t know how it is possible. He must have the highest sperm count of all time. According to this report…” she smiled at the young girl before continuing. “I could impregnate half the population of Europe with a single sample of semen.”

 

The assistant looked at the young doctor and smiled, somewhat mischievously. “I have never seen that amount of semen… and I did not believe that they were both single samples this afternoon… that was until you told me that it was… and then the one you gave me this evening. I have never seen such an emission… did you give him some magazines or something to stimulate him to such a large sample?”

 

Lucy Ashcroft smiled. “Oh no… he is far too young to be allowed to masturbate… neither I nor his mother wish him to become… er self indulgent. No… I took the sample… that is… along with Cynthia and Susie as well as Nurse Dowling.”

 

Andrea smiled at the doctor. She had guessed that Lucy had taken a sample rather than sending the boy off into a room with a few girlie magazines. She had just wanted the fact confirmed. She had not seen the boy yet, but she had heard rumours from the other girls who worked at the clinic… that he was startlingly good looking with a perfect physique.”

 

They both laughed as the doctor went over the report once more. All the counts of the three tests varied, but only by single figures, the discrepancies were to be expected, but the variations in potency from sample to sample were minute.

 

Lucy Ashcroft was sure of one thing… the boy’s sperm count was quite outstanding.

 

 

 

 

To be queen of a small European principality holds many responsibilities. Gertrude handled her Royal duties with ease. She had discovered very soon after she had married the prince that she possessed consummate organizational abilities. She found that she could handle the day to day running of the small principality so easily, that she had founded new charitable and beneficial institutions to the absolute delight of her subjects.

 

Her social world was such that the eyes of the world often turned towards the principality to gaze and report on the glittering celebrity occasions that she instigated. The huge financial benefits that these occasions accrued, was used in their entirety to fund even larger social programs for her subjects. New hospitals, new schools had soon abounded within the small country because of her organizational and social skills. Although she was a popular queen, much loved and revered by her people, she had one problem that seemed insurmountable.

 

The principality was jealously viewed by its neighbouring country. The charter that the principality owed its existence to, could not be changed or revoked while ever the royal lineage continued, whether by a son or a daughter. Gertrude had been married over four years and was still very much in love with her husband. They had made love almost every night since their marriage and yet she still had not conceived.

 

During the last year, she had visited London several times. Taking the families private jet she had slipped in and out of the capital city without being noticed. Her visits to the clinic of Helga Berger had confirmed to her, that she was perfectly capable of having children. She had been urged by Helga to obtain a sample of her husband’s sperm so that it could be examined.

 

Because of the technicalities of the scheme, Helga became a house guest at the palace, being given large quarters within the beautiful ancient building. Her rooms overlooked the beautiful bay where yachts belonging to the rich and famous resided in tranquil splendour. Although ostensibly Helga’s visit was as a firm friend of the young queen, Helga had been able to house the equipment she needed to carry out the most comprehensive of tests upon the sperm samples that Gertrude had cunningly provided for her. Gertrude would often come to her rooms in the early hours of the morning with warm fresh semen to be examined immediately. During the time of their clandestine night-time activities both Gertrude and Helga and become very good friends. Because of the nature of Gertrude’s problem their conversation had often covered every intimacy of her relationship with her husband, the young prince.

 

After several weeks, the disappointing outcome was that even with exhaustive treatment, the prince would never be able to sire children. His sperm was completely impotent and lifeless.

 

It was many months later as Gertrude gazed at her computer screen and then back at the small ornately framed picture of her husband as a young boy. The resemblance was uncanny. The picture of the boy on the screen and the young prince in the picture were so alike that they could have been twins; certainly they would have been taken for brothers.

 

Gertrude had decided quickly; her decisiveness, which had always been a boon in her business dealings, once again steering her towards a course of action that seemed right.

 

One day later she was seated opposite Doctor Helga Berger in her sumptuous office within the prestigious business centre. She had slipped into Heathrow and driven herself from the airport straight to the clinic.

 

Helga was a woman of around thirty-five years of age. She was classically beautiful, her high cheek bones and small mouth were framed by a beautifully shaped jaw line. Her eyes were of a blue-green hue, bright and intelligent as she looked across at her friend.

 

In contrast, Gertrude’s beauty was legendary; a testimony to the good taste of her husband and the clean good looks of her mid-west parentage. Her beautiful ash-blonde hair now spilled down over her shoulders, where earlier she had covered it and most of her face with a headscarf to hide her identity. In fact she had thought that she had appeared almost frumpy as she had driven from the airport.

 

“Anna the laboratory technician tells me that you are certainly ovulating, which is very good news. I propose…” she smiled rather mischievously… “that rather than immediate IVF that you are impregnated by almost normal implantation… er several times a day for the next three days. If that fails… which I very much doubt, having seen the sperm count, we will impregnate you by in-vitro”

 

Helga noted the complete surprise in Gertrude’s face and laughed. “Yes… our exceptionally handsome young donor is here at the clinic. In fact if I get you a white coat and you do something severe with that lovely hair of yours, you may assist me while I carry out an examination on him. Doctor Ashcroft has told me that he is perfect in every aspect. Bright and intelligent at school… and physically perfect… a perfect match for you and your husband if I may say so.”

 

Helga saw the thoughtfulness cross Gertrude’s face and immediately answered her unasked question. “Yes it may be an emotional moment to see your son as he will be as a teenager. Of course it could equally be a girl… whom of course would still carry your line. Of course he or she will have some of you as well, but I think that the boy is so like your husband for the similarity to be almost uncanny.”

 

Helga smiled once more, her perfect white teeth sparkling as she shifted her position in her chair. “The most important thing I think for you is that you will have to all intents and purposes have conceived quite normally and naturally. Your son or daughter will be your son or daughter and their physical traits so much alike to your husband as to share many of his features and physical characteristics as he or she grows.” … she smiled again… “Oh one other thing… during the procedure you will be sexually aroused by myself and my nurses before you are impregnated.”

 

Gertrude looked shocked… you mean your nurses are going to… erm.” Helga smiled. “Yes… they are going to make you orgasm sweet girl… and quite dramatically if I know them.”

 

Gertrude could not help the blush that crept over her face. She could not remember the last time she had blushed so profusely… at last she smiled. “Well I suppose, however embarrassing it may be… it is necessary?”

 

“Oh yes… it certainly will help… after orgasm you are at your most receptive… the sperm will be propelled upwards very vigorously… unless I am very much mistaken, you my girl… are going to be a pregnant lady.

 

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Lucy Ashcroft entered the room. She was amused rather than surprised at the sight that greeted her. The boy was kneeling on the bed, his knees spread wide and his chest pressed against the cool leather. His hands were beneath his head with his fore-arms pressed flat against the leather. His back was arched with his bottom open and accessible. His testicles hung down, whereas his penis jutted forward, erect and throbbing with sensation.

 

Cynthia casually reached underneath him and slipped his foreskin back and forth a few times, her slender fingers pinching the throbbing tip before letting go. Timothy was moaned as she casually kept his throbbing member erect. His bottom cheeks were spread wide and Lucy could see the glistening gel seeping from his sphincter as she approached him. The bottom part of the bed had been removed again and Timothy’s feet hung over the end, allowing close and intimate access to his bottom by standing close to the end of the leather covered surgical bed.

 

Lucy saw him try and turn his head as she approached him from the rear. She looked at Cynthia and Susie and then across at Nurse Dowling who was wheeling a trolley full of instrument towards the end of the bed.

 

“I see you have him well prepared. I am going to take another semen sample from him. It will be a through extraction so Cynthia, I would like you to manipulate his penis and Susie if you would use the same procedure as last time to contain his semen.” Lucy moved around the bed to stand by his head. She bent her knees so that her face was looking straight into his.

 

“Now young man, I want a nice big sample from you… and as you have already given one I am going to have to be a little more vigorous with you this time. Now try not complain too much, you must remember that this is all for your own good.” She extended her hand and let her delicate fingers trail softly over his burning cheek. She could see that hips lips were already trembling in shame as she looked into his eyes. “Now be a good boy and it will all be over before you know it.”

 

Lucy turned to Nurse Dowling, smiling conspiratorially as she moved to stand behind the boy’s widely spread buttocks. “Now nurse please tell me if he has been a good boy, I hope you have had no nonsense from him while you have been preparing him.”

 

Nurse Dowling knew exactly the answer that the doctor wanted. She thought for a moment and then replied, looking away from Cynthia who was grinning at her. “Well doctor, he did protest rather a lot when we had to wash him and re-lubricate his bottom. He made an awful fuss when Cynthia used the number eight nozzle. I would have thought that he would have got used to that sort of thing by now and co-operated more, but I suppose little boys are just prone to making a fuss.”

 

Susie spoke before Lucy could utter a reply. “He was being very tardy when I tried to get him in position. He took an awfully long time before I could get his knees spread apart properly. He protested when we made him urinate in the specimen jar, even though we told him how important it was for checking his health. Oh and you wouldn’t believe the fuss he made when I washed him beneath his prepuce. It is not as though he has not had the skin pulled back before… he really should have known better than to protest so.”

 

Lucy could hardly stop herself from laughing out loud as she leaned gracefully to the side so that she could see the boys face from behind the raised cheeks of his bottom. “Well Timothy what have you got to say for yourself. Did you make a fuss while the nurses were getting you ready?”

 

Timothy could only blush in shame. His guilt also fuelled by the embarrassing positions and procedures that the nurses had made him endure. He could still feel his bottom being stretched mercilessly wide as the huge nozzle had been inserted up into him. He had cried out in shock as the plunger had been pressed with vigour, shooting a huge amount of ice-cold gel up into his bottom. He had protested again when the nozzle had been removed and Susie had casually slipped her fingers up through his sphincter and deep into his bottom, massaging his prostate so effectively that he had been close to ejaculation.

 

“I… I’mm … er s..sorry er misss… er doctor… er I c’couldn’t help myself.”

 

“Well you are in a very good position for a smack bottom… and you know full well your mother’s instructions. A good smack bottom will also help the blood towards your nether regions… so I am going to give your bottom a sound spanking.”

 

“Oh noooo… er please doctor… oh please no… please not in front of everyone.”

 

“Well you only have yourself to blame. You misbehaved in front of the nurses and so you must admit that it is quite fitting that you should be punished in their presence.”

Lucy’s voice held no anger, her tone was quite matter-of-fact, as if she were a school mistress that had resigned herself to the fact that the boy’s behaviour required punishment.

 

“Oh pleeeease miss, oh please don’t smack me in front of everyone. I promise.. er I will behave. Oh miss I couldn’t bear it.”

 

“I am afraid Timothy you are going to be smacked… and soundly. I will not tolerate tardiness and defiance in front of my nurses. Cynthia and Susie, will you please make sure that he doesn’t move… and Nurse Dowling… er.. will you make sure that he keeps his bottom up.”

 

Timothy could not believe what was happening as Susie leaned over his shoulders and slipped her hand around his waist.

 

He blushed profusely as Cynthia drew up a chair and sat beside his head, taking hold of his burning cheeks in her soft hands as she looked into his eyes.

 

Worse was to come as Nurse Dowling reached beneath him with both hands, gently encasing his testicles in one hand while retracting the foreskin of his penis with the other. Almost nonchalantly, she took a firm grip of the shaft of his penis and stretched the foreskin back tightly, making the boy desperately try to raise his bottom higher to evade her touch.

 

Lucy’s voice was measured but firm as she spoke quietly to him. “Now keep still Timothy and take your punishment. Come along now get that bottom up.” Lucy knew that his bottom was already entirely accessible, but she enjoyed prolonging the moment of his imminent chastisement.

 

As she raised her hand she felt a sudden thrill deep within her. She brought her hand down, hearing a satisfying smack as her hand slapped loudly against the timid flesh of his upturned bottom.

 

“Smaaaccckkkkk” The flesh of his bottom seemed to jump beneath her hand as she gave him a second smack.

 

Lucy gave in to her feelings as she proceeded to give the boy a sound spanking. Time after time she raised her hand, each time aiming for the unprotected flesh of his young bottom. The girls held him firmly as Nurse Dowling suddenly let go of his testicles and used both hands on his penis, her palm swishing over the very tip of his erect member. It seemed to Timothy that her hand was invading the entire depth of his urethra causing him to buck and try and raise his bottom even further. Lucy admonished him as she continued to smack his quivering buttocks, her hand finding fresh areas to redden.

 

“What a naughty boy you are. I would have thought you would be ashamed of behaving like a young child… a big boy like you.”

 

Her delight knew no bounds as the flesh quivered and shook with each smack. Timothy groaned and moaned in absolute shame, only to see Cynthia place her face close to his. Her words made him shudder in utter humiliation as she spoke, her lips only inches from his.

 

“Poor Timothy… aren’t you absolutely ashamed of yourself having to have your little bottom smacked for being such a naughty boy.” Her voice was low and confiding. He could not stop himself from flushing a deep shade of crimson as she looked into his eyes steadily while his bottom was being soundly smacked. Does it hurt terribly …well you only have yourself to blame… fancy a big boy like you getting a spanking at your age. What would your girlfriends at school think if they could see you now, with your bottom up in the air, having to be held down while you are being given a through smack-bottom?”

Timothy almost quaked in embarrassment. His bottom was smarting from the smacks being rained down upon it, but his greater anguish came from his utter embarrassment and humiliation.

 

Cynthia stroked his cheek gently, her face close to his as she made him look into her eyes. “I think you must feel a very foolish little boy Timothy… what a poor baby you are having your bottom spanked… I bet it must be very red by now.” Her hand stroked his cheek softly as he moaned and cried at his spanking. Although the smacks were not particularly hard, the utter indignity and humiliation of the situation shook him to the core.

 

Invariably the incessant smacking of his bottom began to hurt, he began to plead as his bottom started to burn. He cried out, utterly ashamed of pleading for mercy.

 

“Oh pleeeeeease miss… er pleeeeeease er.. noo more.” Lucy delighted in the first response to her measured spanking. She had known that sooner or later that the pain would take over from his humiliation. Looking between his widely spread thighs, she could see that Nurse Dowling was using both hands upon his penis. She placed her left hand on his hip and slid her fingers around until she could encase his testicles in her cool fingers. She grasped them firmly as she continued to smack his bottom.

 

“Ooooohhh pleeease… noooo more oh pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease miss. Oh please… please stop now.” His sentence finished with a sob as she began to smack the bottom part of his bottom cheeks. Delightedly she smacked him methodically and skilfully as the girls held him still.

 

Because his pain from her spanking was accumulative, her voice was quite steady and measured as she addressed him. “Now don’t be a baby… you have been a naughty boy and you must take your punishment.”

 

He groaned and sobbed as Cynthia peered at him through her slender wire-framed spectacles. “Be a brave little boy and take your punishment. It is for your own good… no-one wants you to grow up and be a bad boy. So push your bottom up for the doctor so that she can spank you properly.”

 

Cynthia’s words added fuel to his utter humiliation. He could not stop crying out from the pain of his spanking… and yet felt foolish and humiliated at his actions. He began to sob as Lucy proceeded with her punishment of him. His cheeks were quite red as she started from the top of his bottom cheeks again and began to work her way down the quivering flesh.

 

She squeezed her legs together involuntarily as a rush of sexual excitement seemed to invade her body. She had not foreseen it… it just suddenly happened. She immediately knew that her desire to spank such a beautiful young boy had been more than a mere whim.

 

Cynthia’s words continued to crush and dissipate his ego. His humiliation knew no bounds as she spoke to him. “There… poor baby… you are getting a proper smack bottom now. Is it hurting you sweetie… it must be very red by now. Try and be brave and keep your bottom up…” She watched as Nurse Dowling did something beneath him… suddenly his hips bucked as he tried to evade her fingers. Cynthia continued, “that’s better… you must be a brave little boy and take your punishment properly.”

 

Timothy was almost beside himself with pain and humiliation as the doctor suddenly stopped. Her words were clear and firm as she addressed him. “Well Timothy my boy… are you going to behave properly or shall I have to fetch my hair-brush to your little bottom?”

 

His pleading was music to her ears as he sobbed amidst his timid answer. “Oh… noooo oh please no miss. I promise miss… please no more.” Lucy released his testicles and moved around the bed.

 

“Right young man… I don’t want to hear one more complaint while I carry out your semen extraction… do you understand me?” Timothy sobbed and tried to nod his head.

 

“Oh yessss  …miss I promise.”

 

It was in absolute silence that the doctor greased her forefinger and middle finger. She resisted the impulse to plunge them deep into his bottom as Nurse Dowling leaned over him and gently held the cheeks of his bottom wide. The nurse could not have explained why she did it, as the cheeks of his bottom were already widely spread. She just delighted in laying her cool fingers against his burning flesh… perhaps also delighting in his humiliation as she stretched his bottom wide apart.

 

Timothy grunted in anguish as the doctor slid her fingers up through his sphincter, watching as her knuckles stretched the timid opening wide, penetrating him fully.

 

“Oooommmppphhhh.” Timothy groaned as suddenly Susie reached beneath him and grasped his testicles firmly. The nurses ignored his torment as Cynthia stroked his cheek and whispered to him. “Now promise to be a good little boy while the doctor stimulates your little bottom and mils your penis.”

 

He shivered as Cynthia stood upright and took a specimen tube from the trolley behind her. Within his full view she held it up and spoke to him once more.

 

“Now we want a nice big sample now… so let’s have no nonsense while the doctor milks you.”

 

Timothy could feel his cheeks burning at both ends of his body as Cynthia looked at him, her pretty face giving him a smile of sympathy as she moved to stand by his waist.

 

“The doctor wasted no time in stimulating the young boy. Her cool fingers sliding over his throbbing penis as her other hand moved forward, pushing upwards until she was able to probe his prostate gland. Her touch was experienced and deft as she used her skill to elicit a deep sexual response from him.

 

Her fingers pressed deep inside his bottom as her other hand coaxed his penis into a hardened throbbing column of flesh. He could not help crying out in pure sexual torment as Susie, almost callously grasped his scrotum and squeezed the captive testicles within the scrotal sac.

 

“Arggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” He cried out, his torment unheeded as Cynthia bent low with the test tube poised beneath him, waiting for the tell-tale signs of his impending ejaculation.

 

Lucy moved her fingers in and out of his sphincter, the knuckles stretching the opening to his bottom and aiding his sexual arousal. Susie watched as the boy began to buck and shake. Suddenly the boy stiffened, he cried out in utter sexual distress as he began to ejaculate.

 

Simultaneously, Cynthia thrust the glass over the sensitive head of his penis, while Lucy stretched the foreskin back as tightly as she could. Her other hand prodded his prostate in a serious of firm jabs as Susie squeezed his testicles and with her free hand smacked the upturned cheeks of his bottom. Her smacks accompanied each tormented emission of semen as the boy ejaculated into the glass. His penis mercilessly exposed to the rapid movements of the specimen tube over the unprotected head of his penis.

 

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… oohhhh pleeease… oh  please noooooooooooooooo.” As if without feeling for his plight, the girls held him in the throes of sexual ecstasy. His body shivered and shook as in utter abandonment; they milked him deftly and clinically. His young body shook in spasms as they drained him of every vestige of semen.

 

His chest heaved and his breathing became ragged as they prolonged his orgasm. Suddenly he tensed his entire body as Lucy slipped a third finger straight up into his bottom. Her action was accompanied by a loud slap as Susie smacked his upturned bottom cheeks. Cynthia casually nodded to Lucy who squeezed the base of his penis and drew her fingers downwards. Cynthia lowered the glass vial and then raised the rim to catch the last globule of semen. Suddenly the boy seemed to lose all control, his body becoming heavy and uncoordinated as he collapsed into a near faint.

 

Quickly they lowered him flat onto his tummy, his exhausted body slapping the leather as he lay with his legs stretching over the end of the bed. Cynthia looked at him, knowing that he had fainted… she quickly checked his breathing before handing the glass tube to the doctor.

 

In contrast to their previous actions, they smoothed and caressed and tended his body. As he awoke he felt his body being washed with cooling water. Gently Cynthia bathed him as Susie began to apply a cooling gel to his tender bottom cheeks. It was nurse Dowling who bent her head to his and whispered to him. Poor baby… you have had a time haven’t you. Never mind… I am going to run you a nice warm bath and bathe you… don’t worry sweetheart… I will take very good care of you.

 

Helen Dowling meant every word, although having his body at her mercy had aroused her, she knew that he was in need of some loving care and attention. What might come after that… she had yet to decide. She was delighted that he was being left in her care, her shift did not finish until six in the morning and Timothy was her only patient.

 

It was over forty minutes later that Nurse Dowling had decided that the boy was fit enough to walk with her to the bath room. After the doctor and both Cynthia and Susan had left, she had covered him with a sheet as he lay face down upon the bed.

 

She was aware that he had drifted into sleep, leaving her time to prepare the bathroom as she wanted it. She had checked him several times during her preparations. The last time she had checked him she could see that he was waking.

 

Rather than embarrass the boy immediately, she had procured a dressing gown which she put on the chair beside the bed. The bathroom door was situated at the end of the room and it was from there that she called gently to him.

 

“Timothy, there is a dressing gown on the chair… if you would like to put it on and then walk through to here. I am in the bathroom… take your time there is no hurry.

 

Helen reached behind the door of the bathroom and took a clear plastic apron from the hook. She was delighted to see Timothy sheepishly walk through the door. His boyish good looks delighted her as she looked into his already blushing face. He looked at her anxiously, eyeing the bath that was half filled with warm water. The bath, rather than being plumbed in against the wall was free standing allowing access to all sides. Above it were safety rails descending from the ceiling which enabled patients to stand up in the bath without falling.

 

She saw his apprehension and smiled at him good naturedly. “Now I know that you are no-longer a little boy… and I am sure that you are quite capable of bathing yourself. I am not supposed to leave you while you are in the bathroom, but I am sure I can trust you to get in the bath without me having to help you.

 

So if you get yourself into the bath, there is some soap on the side to start washing yourself with. I promise I won’t peek until you are in.”

 

She pulled a face as she said the last sentence, putting the boy more at ease. She left the bathroom and crossed to the instrument trolley, taking several items from it before retuning to the bathroom. She knew that the boy would have got into the water as quickly as possible. As she approached the door she could hear him already splashing in the water.

 

“Are you in yet… Timothy?” She called with some humour in her voice. Timothy could not help laughing as he heard her words. “Oh er … yes er nurse, I have started washing thank you.

 

“Well I’m coming through… so be warned.” The laughter in her voice belied Timothy’s apprehension. He looked down at the bathwater once more to make sure that the now soapy water covered his body.

 

Nurse Dowling walked into the room; again she admired his upper body as he sat in the bath soaping his arms and around his shoulders. She sat on the edge of the tub, just behind his as she held out her hand for the soap. “If you give me the soap I will do your back for you… don’t be shy, I’ll try not to look.” Timothy blushed mildly… but her good natured banter had put him far more at ease. He handed her the soap and felt her soft hands immediately upon his shoulders.

 

He had not bargained for the gentle way that she touched him, soaping around his back, before slipping her hands beneath his arms and gently washing his armpits. Her gentle, almost delicate touch played havoc with his senses. Her light perfume and close proximity to him, seemed to lull him as she slipped her hands completely under his arms and began to soap his chest.

 

He could feel her bare forearms slip and slide underneath his arms as she carefully and lovingly washed him.

 

“My you will be a nice clean boy won’t you? Now just lay with your head back against the end of the tub while I wash your hair.” She laid the soap down and picked up a jug of water from beside the bath. He laid with his head back as she cupped her hand and held it against his forehead. “Now squeeze your eyes shut while I wet your hair. She instructed as she began to pour the warm water over his head.

 

“Now keep them shut tight now… I don’t want to get soap in your eyes.” The gentleness of her voice seemed to lull him even further as he lay with his head back and his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

 

She began to lather his hair with a mild shampoo, her delicate fingers moving over his ears and the nape of his neck. She lifted his head slightly as her fingers washed and caressed his head. She smoothed around his cheeks and down under his chin, her fingers stroking and soothing his flesh as she washed him.

 

“Now just let me rinse your hair.” She whispered as she picked up the jug and carefully washed the soap from him. She ran her fingers through his hair several times until she was sure that his hair was squeaky clean of soap. She leaned forward so that her lips were close to his ear as she whispered. “No you just lie back and soak for a while… I’ll be here to keep and eye on you.” She noticed to her delight that he relaxed his eyes but had not opened them as he lay with his head resting on the end of the tub.

 

She relished the opportunity to admire him without being observed. His features were truly perfect she thought, as she gazed at him. She sat for several minutes examining the contours of his face and upper body, letting him repose comfortably in the soapy warm water.

 

Timothy was almost asleep as she spoke to him. She seated herself on the side of the bath again, but this time with her body facing him. She patted his cheek gently until he opened his eyes. He did not seem at all anxious as she spoke to him. “Right do you think you can lift your legs one at a time so that I can wash your feet?” She made another funny face as she moved further down the bath towards the taps. “I am sure you can do it modestly if you try.” Timothy blushed but at the same time placed his hands beneath the water, obviously covering his genitals as he carefully raised one leg out of the water.

 

“That’s fine” She said as she held his ankle with one soapy hand, before she began to lather his calf with the other. She knew that it would have been difficult for him to hold his leg up while she washed it. Her hand soaped over his feet, her slender fingers slipping in and out almost sensuously between his toes. Moments later she asked for the other leg, again soaping in between his toes before letting him put his leg back under the water.

 

She had worked out exactly how to handle the next part as she stood up and looked at him. “Sometimes Timothy being in hospital can be a bit embarrassing for patients, so let’s make a compromise for the next bit. I have to erm… wash your middle. So if I turn my back will you be very good and stand up with your back to me. You can tell me when you are ready and then I will turn around. You must hold on to the safety rail with both hands. You are such a tall young man that it should not be much of a stretch for you.”

 

Timothy flushed, the colour flooding his cheeks in an instant. He looked at the nurse, who made another funny face, trying to put him at his ease as she spoke. “I know… I know, but it is the only solution I can think of. I have to do it whether I like it or not, so will you help me out, mmm Timothy?” Timothy looked worried, his face blushing again, but he nodded to her. Her good humour had seemed to deflate some of his embarrassment as she gave him another funny face, before turning her back on him. “Oh and do me a favour Timothy, tell me as soon as you have both hands on the safety rail… I forgot, I am not supposed to let you stand up without watching you.”

 

Her request seemed to cover some of the embarrassment as Timothy got up from the bath. He looked down at himself and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his penis was flaccid. He reached up just above his head and took a firm hold of the bar with both hands. He squeezed his legs tight together before he turned his head to the right and spoke to the young nurse.

 

“Er… er… I’m er ready nurse.”

 

Helen Dowling turned around and looked at the boy’s naked body for the first time on her own. She knew that he would not have spread his legs on his own volition, but took the opportunity to examine him as he was. His body she felt sure was the most perfect of any human she had ever seen, narrow hips, perfectly contoured and firm bottom, reasonably broad shoulders without bulk and of course a perfectly slender waist. She moved behind him, feeling him flinch as she laid her hand gently on his hip.

 

“Thanks Timothy… you are a friend… now just spread your legs for me.” She could not see him blush as he reluctantly began to shuffle his legs apart. “I’m afraid you will have to spread them a little bit further than that Timothy. I’ll tell you what… you keep spreading them until I tell you when they are O.K.”

 

Again she did not see his face flush with embarrassment, but she did hear the deep sigh as he began to spread his legs. Helen and no intention of letting him off the hook as she waited patiently until his legs were widely spread.

 

“That’s fine… now don’t be embarrassed this won’t take too long.”

 

Helen knew that by the time she had finished with him he would be blushing furiously. She had been given her instructions and she knew that she would carry them out to the letter however much she liked the young boy. She also knew that even if she had not been instructed, she would not have let such a beautiful young boy slip through her fingers.

 

She savoured the moment as she took the soap and thoroughly lathered her hands. The prospect of having the boy to herself thrilled her so much so that she squeezed her legs together. She felt a little stab of pleasure course through the flesh of her smooth and hairless pubis.

 

She placed her hands upon him as if he was a sacred object, her smooth soapy fingers gently holding him at either side of his narrow waist. She felt his body tremble as she smoothed her hands lower over his hips and down the outer sides of his thighs. She began washing him in earnest, moving downwards towards his knees, gently soaping his lower legs before taking her hands away and applying more lather. She hesitated for a moment before she placed her hands flat against the cheeks of his bottom. She heard his indrawn breath as she began to wash his buttocks, her hands becoming bolder until she had insinuated her fingers between the deep cleft of his bottom. Her voice was cool and clinical as she spoke to him. “Just relax your buttocks; I have to wash you here.” She illustrated the fact by sliding her fingers over the delicate puckered rosebud of his sphincter, her touch becoming more insistent as she probed the opening of his bottom. “Just relax… there we are now.” Her words punctuated her actions as she slipped her forefinger up into his bottom. His gasp was cut short by a sharp intake of breath as she slid a second finger up into him. “ooohhhh oh  er ooooohhhh.” His groans had scarcely escaped from his lips when he felt her other hand slide down over his left buttock and up into the gap between his legs. He gasped again as she smoothed her hand over his scrotum before taking hold of his penis and immediately slipping the foreskin back to the base of the shaft.

 

“Just relax now sweetheart, this won’t take long.” Her words did not alleviate any of the young boy’s embarrassment; in fact they inflamed it as she began to manipulate his flaccid member. Her hands began to stimulate him, expertly and skilfully she aroused him.

 

Slowly her long slender fingers seemed to entwine with the most sensitive parts of his timid young manhood. Deftly she matched and coordinated the movements of her fingers inside his bottom with those wrapped around his rapidly engorging penis.

 

“Arggghh Oooohhh hooo misss.” Timothy could not help himself as his penis erected fully. He shivered and gasped as her fingers sunk deep inside his bottom. With a practiced thrust she quickly located his prostate and began to probe the soft gland with a deep thrusting motion.

 

“Arggghhhh…oooohhhhh nooooooooooooooohhh.” He cried as his penis began to throb incessantly. She gave him no respite as her fingers moved sensuously over the pulsing flesh. Her body pressed against his buttocks as she sought extra purchase for her fingers inside his young bottom.

 

“Oh pleeeease   er nooooohhh.” He pleaded as she brought his arousal up to the next level.

 

“Now just relax Timothy, I have to do this. It’s for your own good now… just relax your bottom a little more, there’s a good boy.”

 

She did not wait for any relaxation, instead her fingers roamed deep within him as she stretched his sphincter even wider. Suddenly she thrust hard, at the same time retracting his foreskin until the skin was stretched tight. Before he could recover she wrapped her fingers around the bared head and forming her fingers into a circle before moving them in a rapid blur of motion up and down over the sensitive rim.

 

“Argggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… oh please nooooohhh.”

 

He squirmed his hips to try and escape his torment, his head raised towards the ceiling as he gasped for breath. Helen felt his sphincter suddenly begin to contract in a series of spasms, heralding his imminent ejaculation. Without warning she changed the orientation of her fingers inside his bottom. Immediately she produced a rapid scissor-like motion, the tips of her fingers scoring across the surface of his prostate. She tightened the circle of her fingers as she rapidly milked her hand up and down the bared flesh of his penis.

 

She knew that the boy was engulfed in sexual anguish as almost callously she increased the speed of her fingers. Amazingly her voice was cool and calm, showing no trace of her rapid manipulation of his sexual organs as she spoke to him. “Just hold tight sweetie, it will all be over soon… just a little longer now.”

 

He shivered and shook, his knees trembling as he began to ejaculate. Helen felt a pure and unadulterated thrill of delight course through her body as she milked and probed the young boy to a tortured and agonizing ejaculation.

“Arrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh… oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Nooooo oh please nooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh.”

 

Timothy was beside himself… he could not believe that the innocent young nurse was doing this to him. He shivered and shook as semen spurted from his penis. Each ejaculation seemed to be being torn from his body as the nurse expertly milked him, her hands allowing him no respite as she spurred him to new heights of sexual anguish and torment.

 

Helen peered around his slim waist to see his semen spurting over the edge of the bath and on to the floor beyond.

 

Timothy gasped and groaned… his body shivering uncontrollably as the young nurse seemed to hold him orgasmic suspension.

 

“There we are sweetie, its nearly over now just hold on for a little longer… what a good boy you are.” Her words seemed to inflame him further her hand flew over his penis in a rapid blur of motion. Diligently and rapidly she milked his penis until he was totally spent. He groaned in utter despair as the fingers within his bottom prodded him until he could ejaculate no more. His body felt drained and limp as the young nurse slowed her hands to a stop.

 

“Hooohhh harrggghhh.”

 

He groaned as he drew in a deep lung-full of air. His body shivered and shook as Helen gently extracted her fingers from his bottom. She patted his penis as she drew her hand from between his widely spread legs.

 

She moved around the bath to stand in front of him. His head hung down and his eyes seemed to have moved to the top of their sockets as he groaned in utter sexual fatigue. Gracefully she stooped and reached for the soap, lathering her hands she gently and carefully washed him. Her hand slid carefully between his legs as she gently soaped his testicles. Carefully she lifted his plump penis between finger and thumb and pulled the foreskin back to reveal the bared flesh beneath. “Just grasp the rail tightly Timothy,” she warned as she suddenly wrapped her soapy fingers around the timid flesh and held his penis captive. She felt him shudder and shake as she washed the tender flesh. “Just hold on… there we are… well done Timothy.” Ohhhhh.. oh arggghhh.” He groaned as she rinsed his penis and placed her hand on his thigh. “Now come along let me help you out of the bath and get you dried… my you have had a traumatic day!”

 

Any pretence at saving his modesty had long gone as she made him stand with his legs wide apart while she dried him. He had tried to cover himself several times, in the end she had resorted to making him stand with his hands on his head.

 

She even ignored his shiver of anguish as she dried the sensitive flesh beneath his foreskin. His face was flushed to a deep crimson of shame and humiliation by the time Helen had finished. She had made him bend over the chair, smacking his bottom like a child when he protested. Once in position she had spread his buttocks while she had dried between the crevice of his bottom. His final indignity of the evening was still to come as she sat on the chair in front of him.

 

She picked up a can of talcum powder and patted her knees. “Come along Timothy, over my knees so that I can powder your bottom. He groaned and looked at her his face contorted into a mask of shame. “Oh pleeease  er, not that… er miss oh please don’t make me do that… please.”

 

“I’m sorry sweetie, but you have to obey me. This is part of what I have to do… just think how naughty you are being questioning everything.” She looked up at him, her beautiful face looking stern as she caught his eye.

 

“Right shall we say six smacks for every second you stand there and argue with me Timothy?”

 

The boy looked shocked as she sat primly before him. Her knees were pressed together, but the hem of her white nursing uniform hung down to one side revealing much of her tanned thighs. She looked cool and calm as she sat looking up at him. She did not utter another word as she saw the look of resignation on the young boy’s crimson face.

 

Even after all the indignities of the day, Timothy could not help the deep flush of red that suffused his cheeks as he moved to stand at her side. Shivering with utter humiliation he leaned forward… completely at a loss as to what to do next.

 

“Come along bend right over… reach out for the floor… there that’s the way.” She caught him around the waist as he lowered his hands as he bent right over her knees. He almost flopped on to her knees as she pulled him down. He felt utterly stupid as she smoothed her hands over his bottom. He looked at the tiled floor in despair as she spoke to him again.

 

“Right Timothy, I am going to take your temperature first. I want you to reach back with your hands and spread the cheeks of your bottom for me.”

 

Timothy could not believe his ears as the young nurse patted the cheeks of his bottom as if to illustrate the point. He groaned in anguish as awkwardly he reached back, timidly holding the cheeks of his bottom. Helen smiled to herself as she continued her instruction.

 

“Right pull your bottom apart, now don’t be naughty… just follow my instructions when I tell you to do something.”

 

She took a rectal thermometer from her top pocket as she gazed down at his body. She delighted at the sight of him as he timidly grasped the cheeks of his bottom; his head was raised, looking forward rather than at the floor as he struggled with the task. She could feel that his penis was lying between the juncture of her legs. She relaxed her knees, immediately feeling his plump member slip between her thighs.

 

In a haze of utter humiliation, Timothy pulled the cheeks of his bottom apart. He could feel the cool air against his sphincter as he stretched the cheeks of his bottom. His embarrassment was absolute as she spoke to him once more.

 

“Just pull them apart a little more so that I can see you properly.” He gasped in anguish as he pulled at the cheeks of his bottom, spreading them with an even firmer pressure.

 

“Now try and relax your bottom, I don’t want to use too much lubricant otherwise you will feel messy all night.” He shivered as she suddenly pressed the tip of the thermometer against his sphincter. It was all he could do to hold his cheeks apart as she began to prod and probe with the Pyrex glass tip. She felt a cruel delight in prodding his sphincter, watching the pinkish rosebud recoil as she teased it. Carefully she continued to tease the tight orifice until she saw the muscle begin to dilate. Feeling a sudden thrill she pushed the tip of the thermometer through the stricture of muscle.

“Arrrggghhh   oh oh hoooo” He gasped, expelling his breath in an anguished burst of pent up embarrassment and humiliation. He felt absolutely childish as he lay across her lap. The ignominy of having to hold the cheeks of his bottom open for her while she inserted the thermometer shamed him through and through.

 

Helen was delighting in the situation. Skilfully she worked the smooth glass tube up into his bottom. She ignored his gasps and groans, knowing full well that the teasing of his bottom had had other effects upon him. She could feel his penis stir between her legs as slowly and inexorably she slid the widening glass tube right up into his anus until it was almost out of sight.

 

Timothy could not have explained why he felt so humbled by the simple act of her placing her hand over his bottom cheek. Perhaps it was a manifestation of his utter vulnerability and her complete control over him. He gasped at her touch, his face flushed as he strained to keep his buttocks widely spread for her.

 

“There we are, all nicely tucked away in your bottom. You can relax your bottom now and put your hand on the floor until I am ready to take the thermometer out of your little bottom.” She smoothed both hands over his buttocks. The flesh felt soft and smooth as she slipped the fingers of her right hand down between the juncture of his legs. She heard him gasp and quickly draw in his breath as her fingertips played over the base of his scrotum. Moving her hips slightly she managed to slip her hand around the swollen sac, marvelling at the fullness of his testes as she held them gently.

 

“Any pain here Timothy?” she asked sweetly as she gently tickled the puckered skin with her fingertips. She heard him gasp once more as squeezed the soft orbs of flesh before extricating her hand. She felt the first throb of arousal from his penis as she carefully shifted her position to allow the swollen flesh of his penis to hang down fully between her parted thighs. Deliciously she squeezed legs together, feeling an answering throb as the soft smooth flesh of her thighs closed over his penis.

 

She stayed silent as little by little she felt his organ grow. She was careful not to stimulate him overtly, instead preferring far subtler methods as she traced her fingers over the soft smoothness of his bottom cheeks. “Right, let’s have a look at your temperature. Stretch your arms back and spread your cheeks.” She accompanied her instruction with a light slap across both the cheeks of his bottom.

 

Again Timothy gasped and groaned as he stretched his arms backwards and pulled the cheeks of his bottom apart. She slapped his bottom again as she admonished him like one would a child. “Come along now… let’s have those cheeks widely spread. She put her hand next to his and stretched the flesh until it would stretch no further. “Now keep them well spread while I have a look in your little bottom.” Her words brought another rapid flush of blood to his face as she teased the end of the glass tube. Deliberately she moved it from side to side as she slipped it from his sphincter.

 

“My… your temperature is absolutely perfect. I thought that you might have been a little feverish with all that gasping and groaning you have been doing.” She patted his bottom as she placed the thermometer on the floor beside her ready to take for sterilisation.

“Now young man, I have to have a serious word with you. You have been a very naughty little boy. Do I have to smack your bottom or are you going to behave and let me powder your cheeks without fuss?”