12 comments/ 78910 views/ 17 favorites Schooling the Stepford Husband Ch. 02 By: jane marwood Constance Marchbank sat behind the large modern desk of the medical office. The room was decorated in a traditional style, rather like an old fashioned doctor's surgery. The Adam fireplace was the centrepiece of the room, giving it an easy and comfortable air. Mahogany bookcases surrounded the walls of the well-lit room, with a heavy pastel-shaded carpet covering the floor. A large ceramic sink with old-fashioned taps and a small autoclave were the only plumbed-in items within the room. A narrow examination couch was positioned close to one wall. The rail above the neat linen-covered couch would have held curtains had modesty been part of the schools raison d'être. A small table held a tray of medical instruments, which had been covered with a white linen cloth. A white clinician's coat hung from a peg behind the door. Apart from these items, the room was comfortably furnished with three large easy chairs and a chesterfield settee. The only other item of furniture was a hard-backed wooden chair, which was placed at the far side of the desk. As Constance Marchbank looked around, her eyes rested on Jessica who was comfortably seated in one of the easy chairs and was talking quite earnestly to the young school doctor. The young doctor equally matched Jessica in beauty. Although seven years apart in age, both girls conversed easily as they sat facing each other. Margaret Sykes had been a pupil at Rochville right up until leaving for medical school. Now as a fully qualified doctor, she had returned to the school and eagerly taken up her duties running the medical facility. Unlike her peers, she had already known what direction her career would take. When she had arrived back at the school after almost seven years away, she had celebrated by giving each boy such a thorough and rigorous medical exam that the boys had been blushing for weeks afterwards. Margaret was dressed in a navy silk blouse and cotton skirt. The soft contours of her body moved gracefully as she leaned forward and handed Jessica a photograph from the sheaf of papers that she held on her lap. "I don't think the photograph does him justice, he is really the most perfect specimen I have ever seen... I rather think you will enjoy seeing him in the flesh so to speak." Jessica took the photograph of the naked boy and held it up. "My... you are right Margaret, he really is something very special... such a lovely erect penis and I see that he has blushing face to go with it. You know I think you embarrass the boys more than I ever could, although I must say I do pretty well at it." Constance joined in the laughter as she leaned forward in her chair and looked at her watch. "Well Jessica you will have your chance in around a quarter of an hour, so perhaps there's just time for a cup of tea before Margaret entertains you with our new inductee." * Peter had endured embarrassment upon embarrassment as the girls had made him lay backwards on the leather bench, holding his legs high in the air as they cleaned him. Over a dozen large medical wipes had been used, the antiseptic feeling cool against his genitals as they wiped him. Peter had shivered in absolute shame while they nonchalantly handled his penis and testicles, stretching his foreskin to wipe behind the head. He felt utterly naked as the cold antiseptic wipes were casually wiped around his genitals, his freshly shaven pubic area felt extremely sensitive as both, Nicola and Jocelyn, deliberately stimulated his flesh while they cleaned him. Later, they had dressed him in regulation tee shirt and cotton short trousers. He had felt utterly stupid when he was made to stand with his hands on his head while, each girl in turn, plunged her hands down his trousers. The girls had used both hands, one down the front of his trousers and the other smoothing down over his bare buttocks. It had not taken long for their inquisitive fingers to make his penis erect again. Each girl had delighted in slipping her fingers over his penis before cupping her hand around his testicles. They had sensuously delved between the cheeks of his bottom and impudently probed against his sphincter while toying with his genitals. The sandals, that finalised the fitting of his school-wear, consisted of a soft leather sole with slender thongs which were criss-crossed around his ankles and tied at the front. Even the fitting of these had given the girls an opportunity to further embarrass the young boy. He had been made to sit on the end of the bench, his erection pushing against the front of his loose trousers while they tied the thongs of his sandals. Nicola had smoothed her fingers upwards over his knee and along the inside of his thigh. She had sounded entirely unconcerned with his humiliation as her fingers slipped inside the loose leg of the material and delicately grasped his penis. "Well Peter, their certainly seems to be plenty of room for the girls to be able to inspect you easily." As he was made to stand with his hands upon his head, the girls had smirked openly at the huge tent-like appearance of the front of his trousers. They left him standing for about twenty minutes while Susan and Pamela tidied up the room. Nicola and Jocelyn lounged against the broad counter, making sure that their conversation was out of earshot as they observed him casually. Jocelyn glanced at the boy every so often until she was sure that his erection had subsided and that the front of his short cotton trousers appeared flat against his pubis. Finally they had brushed his hair and wiped the tears from his cheeks, before Jocelyn and Nicola escorted him from the room and towards the medical administration office. * Miss Marchbank observed the boy closely as he sat in front of her desk. She could see his nervousness as he sat with his hand together on his lap and looked across at her. She smiled kindly at him, opening the interview with kindly words. "Well Peter, I am pleased to welcome you to Rochville. I am sure that you will like it here and enjoy the many facilities, which we have. Now before I start, I just want to put your mind at rest about the punishment you witnessed this morning. Caning at this school is most unusual and is reserved for only the most serious infractions of the rules. It will be quite unlikely that you will ever experience the cane at Rochville unless you are wilfully disobedient like the young boys that you witnessed this morning. Therefore I would like you to dismiss it from your mind." Constance continued before the boy began to dwell too much on the subject of punishment. She wanted to see and hear the boy in more normal conversation. "Now I am going to ask you some general question and see how you answer. I want you to be relaxed because I am genuinely interested in your answers." She sat back, noting that her conversational tone had relaxed the boy somewhat, although she knew that he was still extremely nervous. She had seen him blush when he had first entered the room and had seen the young doctor and Jessica. However she sensed that she now had his full attention as she continued. "Tell me... what do you think an education is for?" She looked at him and smiled as he seemed slightly nonplussed at the question. He hesitated and then answered, his voice stammering at first. "Er... to be able to... er to have the knowledge to erm pursue a career... er Miss." Constance smiled at him, making sure that she answered him in the affirmative. "Yes Peter that is correct. But these days there are very few jobs that just require knowledge of a subject... what about social skills. Do you understand what social skills are?" "Er Yes er Miss... Ma'am. To be able to, erm... communicate... well, I mean effectively with others." Constance was delighted with the answer and let the boy know of her pleasure with a warm smile. "Well done... yes that is very much a part of social; skills. Now of course, at the moment you are a very young man... and as yet you have probably only given a cursory thought to marriage. But let me ask you, what do you think the ideal qualities of a husband would be?" Constance liked the way that the boy considered the question. She leaned forward again, her body language encouraging him to answer. "I think... to provide well... erm, I mean adequately for a wife, so that she would have a good standard of living." Constance was enjoying his answers and prompted him further. "Yes that is very good. But let us say... hypothetically... that your wife was already sufficiently wealthy, so that the monetary aspect of the marriage did not need to be taken into account. What other qualities do you think a husband should have?" This time Peter considered carefully before he answered. "I think he would be erm, pleasant... and erm, attentive and kind and erm... compatible." Very good Peter, yes your answer is very good. Now let us think about the social aspects of a marriage. What skills would a husband need if he were to be, as you so expertly put it, compatible?" Constance could see that the boy had lost his embarrassment and was genuinely thinking about his answers and the subject that she had led him to. "Well, to share her interests and erm...." Constance interrupted him with a broad smile and a congratulatory tone. "Exactly Peter. I am very pleased with your answers. I think you will do well here." Constance could see that she had put him at his ease as she started her well-prepared dialogue. "Now, Rochville is an academy as well as a finishing school and I and my staff want to prepare our pupils for life... not just work. Now Peter let us say that you do decide to marry when you are three years older, perhaps at twenty-one. You will need skills that encompass more than just being able to earn a good living. Your future wife may like horse riding or skiing. You would certainly want to be able to join her in some of her leisure pursuits. She may like travel, perhaps in Europe... now it would be rather embarrassing if you were unable to speak the more social and sophisticated languages of Europe like French and Italian." She watched him as he listened intently. He was obviously as intelligent as his school records had shown and she noticed that he paid firm attention to her questions and considered carefully before answering. "Speaking of languages, it would also be far more socially acceptable for you to be able to read from a French or Italian menu at a restaurant. Tell me Peter, do you think that if say, you were to take a girl out to a very smart restaurant, that you would feel comfortable or at ease in such a place?" Peter did not have to consider the question for more than a moment. "Erm, No Ma'am, I have never been to one although I have seen them on travel programmes on the television... and at the movies. I don't think I would know what to do." Constance smiled and sat back. She had heard enough from the boy to re-enforce her first impressions of him. He would be an ideal student, quality material to be moulded, as Rochville had moulded every other male student, into a personable young man. She was aware that his looks were exceptional and was delighted that his quiet and thoughtful personality matched his physical appearance. "Well Peter here at Rochville, you will not only be taught your normal academic subjects, you will also learn all the social graces and skills that befit a student of this Academy. You will learn at least three other languages as well as many skills that most young men seem to ignore. One important one is the art of conversation. There are many other attributes that are important to a young man. You will be taught, how to ride a horse, how to drive a car if you have not driven yet, how to behave in restaurants and social functions, how to dress for every occasion...." Constance saw his eyes widen as she spoke. "You look surprised Peter. Rochville has its own very well-equipped and well-stocked stables. We have over sixty miles of private roads. We have a tutor for every social skill one can imagine... and you will benefit from all of these. Now I am gong to give you your timetable, Rota and rules. You will learn them over the next week. As the facilities are extensive and you are sure to have difficulty in finding the various departments and classrooms, you will be given a house parent. Your house parent will be one of the senior girls who will help you to acclimatize yourself to the school. She will help you with any problems you may have and answer any of your queries." For the first time Constance allowed her gaze to glance over the boy's form as he sat up straight in his chair. "Now Peter, I am going to broach another subject that all new boys find very embarrassing. Rochville is primarily a school for young ladies, although young boys are still an important part of it, there can be some difficulties in mixing the two sexes." She watched his face blush as she continued. "In your rule book... you will find that your sexual behaviour is covered extensively. You must follow the rules that are laid down... failure to do so will lead to your punishment." She watched his blush deepen. "Boys at Rochville are not allowed to masturbate. In fact boys are not allowed to touch their penises, in any way whatsoever. The staff, senior pupils and prefects will deal with the physical aspect of your needs. If you have an erection, you are to immediately report it to a prefect or member of staff. I don't want young boys swaggering around the school with their penises erect. It would be most insulting for our girls. So to ensure that this does not happen you will be given an assessment over the nest week to ascertain how many times you will be required to have your semen extracted. If you need to go to the toilet, then likewise, you will report it to one of the staff or any of the senior girls. Prefects may examine you at anytime to determine whether your penis is erect or that your testicles are swollen." She stood up from her desk and looked at Peter who was now blushing to a bright crimson and looking most embarrassed. "Please stand up Peter." Guiltily and with a feeling of dread he nervously got to his feet. He did not see Jessica and the young doctor move forward to stand behind him. The doctor quickly removed the hard-backed chair he had been sitting on, as he stood to his feet. "Now I am going to show you how to stand for an inspection. You will stand up straight... come along now. Place your feet about one metre apart... quickly now, you must obey every command immediately." Shamefaced and shivering with trepidation Peter complied with the headmistress. "Right... now you must place your hands... with the palms flat upon your head. You will not look down, but straight ahead, please." She glanced at Jessica and then turned her attention back to the young boy. "The instruction you will be given is... 'Adopt the position'. That is the only instruction that a senior girl, prefect or member of staff need say to you. You must obey immediately and without complaint. If you do not, I can guarantee that you will be having your bottom soundly spanked." Constance watched the blushing young boy, ensuring that he was standing exactly in the way that she had instructed. She took her time in examining him from head to foot before turning towards Jessica. "Now Jessica, would you be so kind as to inspect Peter for me." Jessica looked serious as she approached the boy from behind. She moved around him until she could look into his face. Her voice was soft and gentle, exactly the tone she required to increase the young boy's nervousness. "Now Peter I am going to place my hands inside your trousers and inspect your penis. You will stand exactly as you are now. You will not move or protest in any way. If you do, I will take your trousers down and I will take you over my knee and spank your bottom until it is bright red." She raised her hand and gently stroked her fingers over his blushing cheek. She could feel the heat of his embarrassment as she gently stroked his face. "Now be a good boy and stand still. Any move you make will be taken as disobedience." Jessica waited, delighting in his nervous apprehension at her next move. She let her fingers trail down his cheek and onto his heaving chest. Sensuously she let her fingers smooth over his tee shirt until the palm of her hand was flat against his stomach, just above the loose waistband of his trousers. Keeping her hand in place, she moved slightly to his side and placed her other hand upon the nape of his neck. Her fingers quickly smoothing over the over the sensitive flesh and teasing the hair at the back of his head. She waited again, sensuously moving her fingers against his neck as she whispered to him. "Now remember what I have said sweetie, just keep still while I slip my hands into your trouser. Keep your legs wide and your bottom relaxed now, I may want to feel around your testicles and in-between the crease of your little bottom." Constance found it difficult to keep a straight face at Jessica's obvious subterfuge to arouse the boy while instructing him. She glanced down at his groin, and saw the tell tale signs of his arousal as his penis began to move beneath the thin cotton trousers. Constance knew that the smooth silk of the loose underwear would further stimulate the boy as his penis moved against it. She could see that his chest was heaving and that his lips were trembling as Jessica slid her hand down his spine until it was flat against the small of his back. "Now I am just going to lift your tee shirt so it doesn't get in the way." Constance quickly looked at the young doctor as Jessica slipped her fingers under the short tee shirt that the boy was wearing. She could see the look of amusement on the doctor's face as Jessica sensuously slipped her fingers under the tight material and slowly pushed it up, letting her fingertips play upon his nipples as she left it stretched across his chest just underneath his armpits. "Now keep still, I don't want to have to smack this little bottom of yours." Upon those words, Jessica simultaneously slipped both of her hands down his back and his chest, slowly and deliberately caressing his flesh. Further and further her delicate hands and articulate fingers slid down his torso until they disappeared beneath the waistband of his short trousers. Peter gasped as the fingers of one hand slipped between the cheeks of his bottom. He shivered as he felt her other hand smooth intimately over his penis. He had great difficulty in keeping still as her hand moved further down between his legs. His body shivered in embarrassment as he felt her fingers tease over his testicles until she cupped his entire scrotum in her hand. He immediately felt his penis throb violently as her hand enveloped his testicles. "Arggghh...hooo" He gasped as she examined his testicles, letting her nails score over the sensitive flesh of the scrotum, before moving upwards and encircling the turgid flesh of his penis. He could feel his member throb as she deliberately pulled his foreskin back to fully expose the head. Peter could hardly countenance the utter humiliation he felt. He could see the headmistress watching his reactions as Jessica's hands delved intimately inside his short trousers. The ignominy of having to stand with his legs spread, with his hands flat upon his head; while he was being physically inspected made him flush to a bright crimson. Jessica's voice sounded far firmer as she spoke to the headmistress. "Ah, Miss Marchbank, I am afraid this young man has a very firm erection. His testicles feel very full too." She turned her attention back to timid young boy as he stood trembling before her. She slipped her fingers further between the cheeks of his bottom, prodding his sphincter as she gripped his penis tightly. Schooling the Stepford Husband Ch. 02 "Now just keep still Peter, you know the rules. I want your bottom fully relaxed so that I can feel your sphincter." Peter raised himself on his tiptoes as her fingers pressed firmly against the opening of his bottom. He looked helplessly at the pretty headmistress as Jessica's fingers impudently prodded against the muscle of his sphincter. "Ah yes..., I can feel his bottom contracting, he is obviously in a state of sexual arousal." Peter could have wept with shame as she slid her hands from out of his trousers, leaving his penis erect and pushing outwards against the thin cotton material. He could not help glancing down and groaning with embarrassment as he saw the shameful bulge. "Keep you head straight and look forward, I don't want to have to spank you on your first day at school Peter." Jessica's words fuelled the young boy's utter humiliation as she patted his bottom and stood back to look at him. Miss Marchbank looked towards the doctor who was standing to the side behind Peter. I am sorry doctor, but I think you will have to extract his semen from him before he can be physically inspected." She turned towards Peter. Tell me Peter, how many times have you had your semen extracted this morning?" She watched him flush with shame as he looked at her. His lips were trembling as he stammered his reply. "Er... t... three times ...er Miss.. erm Ma'am." "Are you telling me that the nurse took three samples from you, Peter?" She watched his shameful look as he spoke again. "Erm... er no Ma'am. The lady at the outfitting department... erm and the girls... erm did it twice erm Ma'am." "Oh I see... Peter. There's nothing to be ashamed of if you have to have an erection dealt with. As long as you are truthful and report an erection, then the staff will deal with it. Now I assume that you were spanked before you were milked... is that correct?" Peter blush became even deeper as he looked at the headmistress. "Er... yes miss." "Good, it is important that you are spanked. There are good reasons why boys are spanked before being milked, however we need not go into that right now." She looked at him intently as she spoke again. "Now Peter, the doctor is going to milk you this time, so that she can get an idea of how much semen you are producing." Constance looked at the young doctor and spoke again. "You can bend him over my desk for his spanking doctor. Perhaps you would like to let Jessica undress him, while you bring the instrument tray over." Peter began to tremble with shame as Jessica moved towards him again. Her attitude was quite brusque as she stood in front of him. "Lift you hands from your head and put them by your sides please Peter." She waited while he obeyed her instruction, before placing her hands beneath the bracers on his shoulders. She slipped the bands from his shoulders and stood back as the short trousers immediately slid down his legs to the floor, leaving his unfettered penis to spring forward. Peter shivered in shame as Jessica slipped her hands under his tee shirt and instructed him again. "Right now raise your arms so I can slip this over your head." To his utter humiliation, he felt her young body press against his erect penis, as she stood closer to him. He felt it throb mightily as she deliberately moved her body against his, slipping the shirt over his head and pulling it down his arms. "There that's the way. Now step out of your trousers... come along now." Peter hesitantly lifted his legs, shamefully aware of his penis bobbing to and fro as he raised his legs. Jessica did not spare his blushes, quickly cupping her left hand around his testicles and grasping his penis with her right. She slipped the foreskin back and held it tightly at the base of the shaft as she spoke to the headmistress. "His testicles seem awfully full considering that he has already been milked three times this morning! Shall I get him positioned over the desk?" Miss Marchbank sat down and looked at the trembling young boy as he stood naked and shamefaced in front of her desk. "Yes please Jessica. I would like him placed so that his hands are gripping my side of the desk. He should be well bent over with his legs widely spread so that his bottom is nicely upturned for the doctor. The complete ignominy of the next ten minutes humiliated Peter to the very core. He was summarily bent over the desk with his hands gripping the far edge, his chest pressed against the smooth surface. To his utter shame Jessica had positioned his legs with his feet spread widely apart. Smoothing her hands upwards upon the inner part of his thighs, she had slipped her hands around his scrotum and penis and deliberately stimulated him until his penis was throbbing with sexual sensation. Once she was satisfied with the hardness of his erection she had leaned over the side of the desk and had taken his head in her hands, forcing him to look at her as he felt the first firm slap upon his buttocks from the doctor as she commenced his spanking. The shame of his chastisement was acutely exacerbated by the close proximity of Jessica's face to his... and her softly spoken words. The young doctor raised her hand and proceeded to spank him firmly. Peter gasped as she slipped her free hand between the cheeks of his bottom and pulled the flesh to the side so that she could spank in-between the cleft of his buttocks. Her action deliberately adding to the utter shame that she knew the boy was feeling. "Smack... smack... smack..." The steady cadence to her hand upon his buttocks was only interrupted by the soft voice of Jessica as she sweetly tormented him. "There we are Peter... a nice smack-bottom to get your little cheeks nice and red. Now be a good boy and don't make a fuss while the doctor spanks you." Peter could only gasp in shame as smack after smack of the young doctor's hands rained down upon his upturned buttocks. "Is it beginning to smart now? I am sure it must be Peter because your face is very red. Does it hurt Peter? I think it must be doing - I can see a little tear in your eye. Be a good boy... I am sure it won't take too long. Then the doctor is going to pop her finger into your bottom and milk you until you are standing on your tippy-toes." The next half hour was filled with such humiliation for the young boy that he barely came through his ordeal without fainting away completely. The doctor elicited such extremes of emotion from him that he cried out continually. Even though he had already ejaculated three times that morning, the slender and knowing fingers of the young doctor elicited such a response from his naïve young body that he was unable to contain himself. His whole body quivered and shook as she had tormented his senses. Time and time again she brought him to the brink. Sometimes jabbing and prodding with her fingers deep into his bottom, other-times withdrawing her fingers completely and spanking his bottom hard. When she had finally decided that the boy could take no more, it took her but a few seconds to have him standing on his tip-toes, his back arched in utter abandonment, ejaculating wildly into the waiting specimen jar proffered by Miss Marchbank. Inexorably she had brought him to the most climatic ejaculation he had ever experienced. * It was sometime later that Peter was recovered enough to be escorted to his first class at the school. Miss Marchbank had allowed Jessica to demonstrate how he must dress himself without touching his genitals. She had then telephoned for one of the girls to come and take him to his classroom. He had recognized Geraldine as the girl who had first escorted him to witness the punishments that morning. Now, as she walked by his side, traversing the cobblestone courtyard, he realised just how vulnerable he felt in his new uniform. Peter had been used to being casually dressed in jeans and shirt. To be suddenly dressed as a youngster, in embarrassingly short trousers, shamed the young eighteen-year-old boy. His tee shirt fitted his upper torso snugly, the hem finishing just above the waistband of his trousers leaving a stretch of midriff bared. The wide waistband of his short trousers gaped open at both the front and the back. He looked down at himself, horrified to see that his freshly shaven pubis and genitals were open to the view of anyone that cared to look. He flushed to a bright red as he looked towards Geraldine, knowing that she would only have to glance down to see either his buttocks or his penis and testicles. Her smile of encouragement as she looked into his face did little to bolster his confidence. He shivered involuntarily as the loose silk lining of his trousers rubbed sensuously against his genitals as he walked. He was acutely aware that his trousers were so short that they barely concealed the tip of his penis as it hung down freely in the loose garment. His legs were bare from the hem of the trousers to his the flat leather soles which were supported by soft leather thongs that criss-crossed around his ankles and tied just above his calves. Geraldine leaned back and turned her head to the side to look down, making quite sure that the boy did not observe her. She was delighted to see the strong curve of his bottom was clearly visible as the waistband of his trousers hung open. She carefully avoided looking down at the front of his trousers, not wanting the boy to see her prurient interest in his slender body. She knew that almost every minute of his new life at the school would be filled with embarrassment and shame. She took his hand and squeezed it in a sudden gesture of compassion for the young boy. As they walked together, Peter, surprisingly, felt a feeling of friendship and perhaps some sympathy emanating from the pretty young girl. The punishment of the young boys had affected him deeply. But until now, he had given little thought to the reasons for their punishment. Little surprising when one considers the unremitting trauma that he had endured since he had said "goodbye" to his mother. But now as they walked in silence he considered the question. Why would the boys play with their penises when being caught resulted in such a harsh and embarrassing punishment? Had he known the answer, he might have been far more hesitant in walking towards his new classroom. Peter blushed as Geraldine led him through into the light and airy classroom. There were ten very modern and quite large double-seated desks within the classroom. The desks were finished in highly polished white Perspex. The bench-style seats of the desks were an integral part of the design and were attached by chromium-plated 'S-shaped' tubing that allowed access by sliding into the seat from either side. Just a single pupil occupied some of the desks, while others were being shared. There was only one desk in the front row of the classroom that was un-occupied. To his embarrassment Peter soon realised that he was the only boy in the room... and that he was the focus of attention as all the girls turned around in their seats to look at him. "Come along girls face the front... now Geraldine if you would bring our new pupil forward." Gillian spoke softly to the class, but their response was comprehensive and immediate... all turning back to face her as she stood by her large and spacious desk which faced towards the pupils at the front of the classroom. "Now Peter come and stand up here by me... and I will introduce you to your fellow pupils. I am Miss Forester and you may address me as that... or just 'Miss' will be fine." Peter realised that his new teacher was pretty to the extreme and as she focused her attention upon him he could not help but blush once more. He looked at her in embarrassment his face blushing to an even deeper red as she caught his eye. She was dressed in a white silk short-sleeved blouse, which was tightly waisted. Below this was a dark navy pleated skirt, which finished just above her knees and to add to the beauty of her legs, she wore the daintiest of high-heeled shoes. Her dark brown hair, which shone with a deep lustre, was pulled back and fastened with a velvet navy bow behind her head. Her face was exquisite, a small nose, high cheekbones and the daintiest lips. The shape of her face was accented by the merest hint of blusher high on her cheeks. She was impeccably made-up, the blue eye shadow she was wearing perfectly matching the hue of her eyes. Peter noticed that her pink lipstick also matched the colour of her nail-varnish. Gillian Forester's beautiful smile revealed her perfect teeth as she looked at Peter. He felt utterly gauche in her presence, dazzled and embarrassed by her extreme beauty. Peter thought she was the most beautiful schoolteacher he had ever seen. Certainly the female teachers at his last school had neither been remotely pretty or as exquisitely well dressed as Miss Forester. As unusual as it was, for a young boy to have such a pretty and alluring teacher, Peter was to learn over the next few weeks that every member of staff at the academy was of similar physical perfection. Gillian was well aware of the effect she had upon the young boys at the school and was delighted to see him blush as she took his arm and faced him towards the class. "Now girls, I want to introduce you to Peter who is going to be joining our class today. Now rather than introduce all the girls in turn, I am going to let you get acquainted after the class has finished..." she gave Peter a reassuring smile, "so, for the moment Peter, you may sit on that desk in the front." She turned to Geraldine. "If you would sit next to Peter you may be able to help him assimilate himself into our way of working." Peter was blushing from head to foot as he followed Geraldine to the unoccupied desk. While he had been made to stand by the teacher's side, every girl in the class had looked straight towards him. Wherever he had turned his head, he had been unable to avoid eye contact with at least one of the young and extremely pretty students; others, to his shame, where examining him from head to foot. His embarrassment was further exacerbated as Geraldine placed him at the side of the desk and spoke to him as if he were a child. "There you are Peter, just slide your little bottom onto the seat." He was acutely aware that as he did so, the backrest of the seat pressed against the waistband of his short trousers, allowing it to gape open widely at the front. He groaned in dismay as he watched Geraldine slide into the seat from the other side of the desk and look down at his gaping trousers. She turned to him and whispered in his ear. "Don't be embarrassed Peter... just pay attention to the teacher." Gillian Forester knew that the girls would have already cooked up some scheme or other to embarrass the 'new boy' and was not surprised when Anthea, who was one of tallest and prettiest girls in the class, put her hand up and speak to her. "Miss shall I get our new-boy a set of books?" Gillian smiled to herself as she watched Anthea's lithe and sexy body slide from her seat and go over to the glass cabinets where books and stationary were kept. Rather than interfere with whatever they had planned, Gillian merely decided to observe. "OK girls, let us carry on with our English assignments, while Anthea equips our new-boy with everything he needs." She watched as the girls bent their heads to their studies. She walked between the first row of desks, casually observing the girl's work as she moved toward the back of the classroom. She often stood resting against the wall at the back of the room, where she could observe the class without the girls seeing where she was looking. She watched as Anthea collected pens and pencils, rulers and erasers as well as exercise books and the primers for today's English lesson. Gillian watched with a wry smile on her pretty face as Anthea carried the equipment over to Peter's desk. She watched the boy look up nervously as Anthea daintily laid out the pens and books upon the surface of the desk. Gillian saw that one or two of the girls were surreptitiously looking across at Peter as Anthea leaned over him and placed her arm around his shoulder and opened the English primer for him. Peter was blushing profusely as he looked up at her. Her exquisite face and lithe body leaned against him as she opened his book. "Hello Peter, I'm Anthea, I'm one of the class monitors so if you ever need anything you can ask me. Now if you look at the primer I will show you where we have got up to so far." Peter blushed again as she leaned over him and placed her cheek next to his. He was acutely aware of her sensuous young body and her heady perfume as she deliberately leaned and moved against him whilst turning the pages of the book. "Now see if you can find page two hundred and forty Peter." As soon as Peter had leaned forward to take hold of the book, the girl leaned forward with him and slipped her right-hand under his arm and around his waist. She pressed her breasts against his back as she bent over him and whispered softly in his ear. "There Peter I think that the next page is the one you need to start from." Anthea knew that no one, apart from Geraldine, could see what she was actually doing to the boy. Her right hand began to stroke gently over his chest and tummy as she pressed herself against him. Peter was so embarrassed that he could hardly read the text. His fingers fumbled as he tried to turn the page. His cheeks burned and his body shivered as Anthea's fingers dipped into the waistband of his trousers and began to caress the bare flesh above his shaven pubis. Her voice was soft and low as she teased him. "Shall I take hold of your little pencil Peter... and mark the spot for you? Or do you think you can do it yourself?" Peter was shivering with emotion as he picked up the pencil with trembling fingers and tried to mark the page. As soon as he had picked up the pencil, Anthea slipped her fingers right down inside his trousers and delicately wrapped them around the shaft of his penis. She felt the boy shudder as she slipped the foreskin back and whispered to him. "There sweetheart, you can make a bigger mark than that... there is plenty of lead in your little pencil." She squeezed his penis as he tried to write. He was almost blind with emotion as she delicately drew his foreskin back, her breasts rubbing sensuously against his back and his arm as she leaned over him, virtually holding his body captive. Geraldine could hardly stifle a giggle as she looked across at Anthea and then down at the gap between his loose trousers and bared tummy. She could see Anthea's long fingers delicately manipulating the boy's penis. She watched him shiver with emotion as the girl dipped her fingers further down and cupped his scrotum in the palm of her hand. The boy gasped as she jiggled his testicles and gave his penis one last squeeze before withdrawing her long slender fingers and whispering to him. "There we are Peter a nice firm stroke with your pencil... that wasn't too hard was it sweetheart?" Her voice was soft and sensual as she slipped her left hand up over his back and teased the hairs at the back of his neck. Geraldine looked down and saw that his penis was completely engorged. The rigid flesh was standing upright with the tip of his penis almost protruding over the waistband of his trousers. She looked at his face, which was flushed to a bright red as he shivered and shook with emotion. Anthea delicately teased the hair at the nape of his neck before running her fingers through his hair and standing upright. She looked down at him as she spoke. "There we are Peter... all nicely prepared for your teacher." Schooling the Stepford Husband Ch. 02 Geraldine watched as the girl turned and returned to her seat. She did not see the smile of triumph that Anthea gave the other girls as she slid into her desk, but her expression was noticed by Gillian as she walked to the front of the class. "Right class... start reading those passages, I will be testing you before too long." Geraldine looked at Peter as he struggled to read his book. His hands were trembling and his face was almost bright purple. She could hear his heavy breathing as he attempted to read his English primer. Gently and with a feeling of sympathy she placed her hand over his and whispered to him. "I am sorry Peter, but you will have to report... erm your erection. If you don't... and someone notices, you will be punished. Please Peter put your hand up and tell the teacher... I am trying to help you." Peter turned his head towards her. He looked near to tears as Geraldine gave him a comforting look. Do it sweetheart... I know you must be terribly embarrassed... but the alternative is far worse I promise you." Peter gulped in dread as he looked into her face and then towards the pretty teacher. In a haze of utter humiliation he raised his hand aware that the teacher was not looking in his direction but resting against her desk and studying a textbook. He waited with his hand raised and his face one complete blush of embarrassment. He turned his head to the side as he heard one of the girls call to the teacher. "Please miss... er the new-boy has got his hand up... he must want something miss." Peter could hear a few giggles around the room as the girl spoke. He looked back towards the teacher; his face blushing furiously as he heard titters around the room. Miss Forester looked up and turned towards Peter. She spoke softly but with authority. "Now quiet girls... what is it Peter?" With utter dread Peter stammered... er oh miss er I have ... erm that is... oh miss I have an erection." Peter felt near to fainting as he uttered the damming words. The teacher looked at him, her face was kindly as she spoke. "Oh Peter I thought you had just been to the medical centre, still never mind." She turned to the class. Who is duty prefect today?" She turned her head as a pretty blonde haired girl who was seated at the back of the classroom raised her hand. 'Ah it is you is it Susan. Would you be so kind as to check Peter for me... just to make sure... and then if you would prepare the screens... thank you Susan.' She turned to Peter. "If you would stand up by the side of your desk Peter and adopt the position... Susan will come and inspect you. You do know how to adopt the position do you?" Peter was blushing furiously as he stood up by the side of the desk and slowly raised his hands and placed them on his head. It was with utter humiliation that he stood with his feet apart. Geraldine looked at him. "Ah Peter it is customary to stand with your legs much wider spaced. About a metre apart is fine." She watched him as he placed his feet further apart, watching in dread as the young girl approached him. Susan looked at him seriously, managing to hide the delight she felt as she observed his perfect physical form. She spoke to him, her voice soft and gentle as she placed her hand on his waist. "Now Peter... head back, shoulders straight... arch your back.... There that's the way now... look straight ahead for me please." The young girl moved to his side. Peter felt his stomach flutter at the first touch of her fingers. Gently, the girl pressed one hand against the small of his back and her other hand against his tummy. Simultaneously she slipped both hands down into the inside of his trousers, the cool tips of her fingers delicately touching his smooth flesh. Peter trembled with the humiliation and the indignity of his examination as he stood trembling. He gasped in horror, as her left hand slipped between his buttocks while her right hand smoothed over his erect penis and down between his legs. He shivered from head to foot as her cool fingers gently cupped his testicles. Her breasts pressed against the side of his chest as she delved deeply between his buttocks, her fingers searching for his sphincter. He gasped loudly as she pressed her finger hard against the opening to his bottom. He closed his eyes in shame, his whole body shivering as she sensuously played with his testicles while at the same time teasing the sensitive opening of his sphincter. He held his breath in dread as her fingernails gently scored over the flesh of his scrotum as she mover her hand upwards to finally encircle the rigid shaft of his penis. Susan was as adept, as any of the pupils of the academy, at making sure that even if a boy was not erect when she inspected him, that by the time she had finished, his penis would be as hard as a rock. She could feel him shiver as she whispered to him before addressing the teacher "Your penis is really hard and throbbing, isn't it sweetie." She turned to the young teacher. "Yes miss I can confirm that the boy has a full erection miss. His testicles seem swollen too." He gasped again as she prodded his bottom and squeezed his penis tightly before letting him go. "Now come with me to the front of the classroom and stand as you are now, with your hands upon your head and your legs spread apart." She led him to the front of the classroom and turned him until he was facing the all of the girls. "Come along Peter, legs further apart... there that's the way." The utter indignity of facing the pretty girls of the classroom with his penis pushing stiffly against the front of his short trousers had Peter blushing profusely. He watched in dread as Susan wheeled a small screen that was on castors, from the side of the room and placed it in front of him. The screen was only as high as his waist and was a mere one-metre wide. He tried to see what she was doing as she took a hard-backed wooden chair and placed it behind him. Gillian watched the girl's progress and then spoke to her. "You may prepare him for his spanking while I call for the nurse." Peter blushed again as he heard the words of the pretty young teacher. He blushed even more profusely as Susan stood next to him and whispered in his ear. "Now Peter stand with your legs together while I take your trousers down. Come along now... now not too tightly together... there that's the way. Now put your hands down by your sides." Susan waited until the boy was standing in exactly the position she required. Standing right behind him, she raised her hands to his shoulders - and with a casual flip of her fingers, slipped the bracers down over his arms. She looked around his body, watching as his trousers fell to the floor and his penis spring free. It stood out from his body, bobbing up and down, seemingly of its own volition. "Right now put your hands back on your head so that I can raise your tee-shirt a little." She waited patiently while the boy obeyed her. Sensuously she placed her hands low on either side of his hips and slid them upwards. She could feel her fingers sending shivers through the boy's body as she slipped the tee shirt upwards until it was tucked underneath his arms. Peter was in absolute turmoil. He was facing the class, naked save for the small screen that hid the lower part of his body. He was sure that the girls that were seated to the far right and the far left of the front row of desks could see around the screen. Miss Forester was standing by her desk as Susan finished preparing the boy. "Thank you Susan, you may return to your desk. I will attend to him now." He shivered and blushed in utter torment as Miss Forester approached and sat down on the chair behind him. He almost jumped out of his skin, as her cool hands were gently placed high up on either side of his thighs. She slid her hands upwards, pressing against his hips as she turned him to the side and then pulled him towards the side of her chair. She seemingly ignored his erect penis as he stood by the side of her knees, leaving him to stand in utter embarrassment while she slipped her skirt upwards over her pretty thighs. "Now come along Peter... over my knees." She placed her hand around his waist and with a quick, almost casual maneuver pulled his body over her pretty thighs. "Place your hands on the floor... there that's the way." Without comment she slipped her fingers between the cheeks of his bottom and between his legs. Grasping his penis and scrotum she pulled them down between her legs and pressed her knees together. The boy gasped as he felt the soft flesh of her inner thighs imprison his genitals. "Right Peter... a little smack bottom and then we will have the nurse attend to you." Peter was utterly humiliated as he looked down at the floor. It was an inner compulsion that made him turn his head to the right. He knew deep down that the girls could see him and yet he just had to look. To his utter dismay he could see that his head was in full view of the classroom of girls and he knew with equal certainty that his legs, which were high in the air, were also completely visible to the girls. He could feel his penis throbbing violently as Miss Forester squeezed her legs together and placed the cool palm of her right hand over the quivering cheeks of his bottom. "Now Peter try not to wriggle about while I spank you, there's a good boy." Miss Forester knew that all of the boys at the school were unaware of just why they had to be spanked prior to their semen extraction. Unknown to Peter was the fact that that his training had just begun. Miss Forester was well aware, that as Peter was completely sexually naïve, he would succumb to his training more quickly. He would with utter certainty, over the next year or so, associate sexual desire with the spanking of his bottom. Last year Gillian had witnessed a test upon two of the young boys who had been at the school for over two years. Each boy had been milked several times in quick succession. After which, they had been taken over their teacher's knees and spanked vigorously. Each boy had immediately become erect and had remained so until his semen had been extracted once more. Miss Forester knew that this association, of spanking and sexual arousal, would remain with the boys for the rest of their lives. Peter shivered as he felt the hand of his beautiful teacher, smooth over the small of his back and grip his waist tightly. At the same time, the hand covering his bottom was lifted and returned with a sharp slap upon his trembling buttocks. Miss Forester began to spank him in earnest. "Slap... slap... slap," her hand came down upon the cheeks of his bottom. It was not really painful, but the humiliation of his position made Peter gasp and groan in anguish. The classroom was completely silent as each and every girl sat quietly while they witnessed his humiliating spanking. His humiliation was also punctuated by the deliberately embarrassing instructions from the young teacher. "Come along Peter, relax your bottom now and give me proper access." He felt her hand on the inside of his thigh as she pushed his legs further apart and then the utter shame as her fingers slipped in-between the cheeks of his bottom, spreading his buttocks wide open before re-commencing his spanking. It was perhaps fifty sharp slaps before his spanking stopped. Peter could feel his bottom burning as the teacher summarily pulled him upright until he was standing by her side. Even though he was standing close to her, he knew from the murmur of the girls seated in the front row behind him, that they could see his reddened bottom. "Right young man, stand in front of me and face the class. Stand with your hands on your head and your feet apart. The nurse will be here in second or two." Shame-faced Peter followed the instruction and stood with just the small screen hiding the lower half of his body from the classroom of girls. His face was burning red with humiliation as he saw that they were all looking directly at him. He looked down at himself and was horrified to see that his penis was still erect. He could see that one or two of the girls were looking at the top of the screen, perhaps hoping to catch a glimpse of his penis to see if it was still erect. He blushed again as one of the girls smiled at him knowingly. He had been standing for about a minute while Miss Forester returned the chair to her desk, when the door opened and a pretty young nurse, who was dressed in a brief white tunic, entered the room. She was pushing a small trolley upon which were several jars and containers. To Peter's utter embarrassment he saw among the many containers, a tall glass jar which was held upright in a wire stand. He blushed as he realized that it was the same type of container that had been placed over his penis in the surgery. The nurse smiled at Miss Forester and pushed the trolley forward until she was standing next to Peter. Without preamble she took a pair of thin transparent rubber gloves from the top of the trolley and turned to Miss Forester. "Can I have two monitors please... as he is a new-boy!" Miss Forester smiled as she turned to the girls in the class. "Anthea and Susan would you come and attend the nurse for me please." Peter watched in horror as Anthea slid her lithe body from her seat and smiled at Susan as she got up from her desk. Peter was quaking with embarrassment as the two girls approached him. Walking around the small screen, they stood at either side of him, and, without waiting for instructions, reached out for his arms, taking them from his head and holding him with his arms outstretched to each side of his body. The girls turned and faced the class while holding his forearms across their chests. Peter heard the snap of rubber against her wrists as the nurse moved behind him. He could hear her unscrewing the lid off one of the jars and the slurping sound as she delved into the container. He stood trembling as the nurse moved close behind him. He felt her tunic touch his bottom as she spoke softly to him. "Right young man, just open your legs a little more and relax your bottom for me." Quickly the young nurse placed her right hand around his waist with her palm flat against his tummy. "Just relax now, this won't take a moment." In an instance, she had Peter arching his back and gasping for breath, as she slipped her hand in-between his buttocks. He yelped with surprise as she straightened her forefinger and quickly located the centre of his sphincter. "Take a deep breath now... oops, there we are Peter." Peter could not help himself as he cried out in anguish. He stood on his tip toes with his back arched and his head thrown back as the nurse deftly penetrated his bottom with a single thrust. "Arggghhhh." He groaned as her lubricated finger slid straight up inside him. "Argggghhhh." He cried out again as she quickly located his prostate and at the same time, slid her hand down from his tummy and grasped his penis. "There we are, we'll soon have your little willy milked dry, won't we sweetheart! Now do try and keep still." The next few moments were an absolute torment for Peter as the nurse began to massage his prostate, at the same time drawing the foreskin of his penis back as far as it would go before bringing the soft flesh up over the head. Her manipulation of his body was so well practiced that the boy shivered and shook as he stood on his tiptoes. He was totally unaware that as he raised his body on to his toes, that all the girls had a perfect view of the young nurse's hand clasped around the shaft as she milked his penis mercilessly. "Arggghhhh oh pleeeease nooooooooOOOH." He arched his body even further backwards as the nurse deftly introduced a second finger into his bottom. He shivered and shook so much that he did not see Miss Forester take the ribbed glass container form its holder. Suddenly he felt his foreskin being drawn back tightly by the nurse, as Miss Forester placed the glass over the exposed head of his penis. "Arrrrgggggggggghhhhh... ohhhh.... OoooOOOHHHHHH." The girls held him tightly as Miss Forester mercilessly slipped the glass backwards and forwards over the rim of his penis in a flurry of motion. She could not help looking at his agonized expression, knowing full-well just how unbearable the sensation was when she slipped the glass tube over a boy's penis. The excruciating sensation always had the young boys begging for mercy. "Ohhhh... pleeeeeeeeease.... Nnnnnnooooooo." Peter was in such a state that the girls could barely hold him as Miss Forester watched the first eruptions of semen spurt into the jar. His body shivered and shook as he was summarily milked of his semen. His mind was a mixture of sexual sensation and utter embarrassment. Peter could see the cool expressions of interest from the girls in the classroom as they watched his humiliating milking at the hands of the nurse and the beautiful young teacher. Wave after wave of utter embarrassment washed over him as he stood straining on his tiptoes, his face beetroot red with embarrassment and physical sensation. Somewhere in the reaches of his mind he knew why the boys, that had been cruelly caned that morning, had risked such a severe punishment. It had been a futile attempt to avoid the embarrassment and utter humiliation that he was now enduring. He could not help looking towards Geraldine as his body shivered in absolute torment. It was an involuntary action perhaps in the hope that she was not watching his acute humiliation and embarrassment at the hands of the nurse and young teacher. His face blushed immediately, his stomach churning in anguish, as he saw her coolly observing his torment. Mercilessly, the nurse held his foreskin back from the glans as she jabbed his prostate with her fingers. His body was held absolutely rigid in a paroxysm of utter torment as Miss Forester deftly moved the ribbed glass jar further over the sensitive rim of his penis, allowing the narrower part of the ribbing to apply even further pressure. Peter stood even higher on his tiptoes, his body arching backwards as the sensation became unbearable. He gasped in utter anguish as the smooth ribs of the glass passed over the sensitive rim of his penis, one after the other they stimulated his flesh. "Argggghhhhh." He cried out, unable to contain his emotions. "There we are nurse." Miss Forrester said brightly as if she was unaware of the acute trauma that Peter was enduring. "I think that is all, would you just evacuate anything that is left." Gillian watched as the nurse drew her hand upwards from the base of the shaft towards the tip of his penis. Miss Forester slipped the lip of the jar tightly over the end of his penis as a small bead of semen appeared at the tip. The boy jerked his body backwards, his head thrown back in anguish, as his buttocks clenched and throbbed as if he was still ejaculating. "My Peter... what a fuss you young boys make when you are having your little penises milked." She ignored the shivering teenager as she placed the jar back on it's stand and took a moist cloth. "Now for heavens sake, do keep still while I wipe you." She ignored the gasp of absolute agony that escaped from the boy's lips as she callously wiped the sensitive tip of his penis. He gasped again as the nurse withdrew her fingers from his bottom and inserted a medicated wipe between his cheeks and quickly wiped his sphincter and the entire crease of his bottom. Callously she used several medicated wipes over his penis and his anus before she was satisfied that he was perfectly clean. Peter was in absolute turmoil as the girls held him while the nurse placed his feet into the loose fitting trousers. She pulled the bracers up over his shoulders as each girl in turn let go of his arms for a moment, before sliding the hem of his tee shirt back down to his waist.