18 comments/ 141320 views/ 58 favorites Schooling the Stepford Husband By: Schooling the Stepford Husband The deft and well-practised humiliation had continued... he had shivered uncontrollably as they had made him stand in a large metal bath while they washed him. The matron as well as the two nurses had bathed him intimately and thoroughly; Matron's delicate fingers had penetrated his anus and retracted his foreskin, allowing one of the nurses to slide her fingers over the exposed rim of his penis. He had felt utterly ashamed and belittled as they left him with his penis fully erect while they fetched towels to dry him. The final humiliation had come as he was made to stand with his legs stretched wide apart and his hands on his head as Matron casually examined him from head to toe. Peter had stood as instructed, his mind in a haze of utter embarrassment. The nurse and the Matron had ignored him as they tidied the examination room. He had been left to stand there for perhaps ten minutes when to his horror, the door had opened and a young schoolgirl had entered. She had shown no surprise at his naked body or his erect penis so lewdly on display, as he stood with his back arched and his feet astride with his hands clasped firmly to his head. Instead she had carefully looked him up and down before handing matron the note she was carrying. She could have been no more than eighteen years of age - and yet none of the nursing staff showed any surprise as she stood in front of the naked and trembling youth, blatantly examining his erect penis and plump testicles. Her deep blue eyes almost mesmerised Peter, as he stood rooted to the spot in horror at the indignity of the situation. The girl seemed unconcerned at his embarrassment; instead she tossed her beautifully groomed ash blonde hair to the side and continued with her leisurely inspection of his naked form. The matron had not hurried the young girl as she read the note. Instead she addressed her in a kindly fashion. "Well done Geraldine, take him through to the duty prefect and he can go and see Miss Trent with the others." Peter had been instructed to follow the young girl; he had stumbled rather than walked behind her as she led him towards the door. He had instinctively clasped his hands to his groin, holding his penis against his tummy to hide his shameful erection. Once in the corridor she had turned and looked at him, her face mischievous and impudent although her voice and words had a certain naivety to them. "I hope you can learn to control your penis better than some of the other boys. You really have a big one, and it will make it very noticeable if it gets hard like it is now. I should warn you that boys get caned on their bottoms if they are caught touching their penises." Peter had blushed, his face colouring immediately to a deep dark purple as the young girl looked at him, without a hint of embarrassment. He had never in his young life known such abject and deep humiliation as she causally looked at his freshly shaven groin. "I am telling you this as a friend... don't cover your penis, walk with your hands at your sides if you want to avoid the cane. I will walk slowly and perhaps it will go down a bit before we get to the courtyard." She had talked about his penis in such a forthright way, and yet had such an innocent expression on her face, that he was utterly shocked. He had blushed and trembled as the young girl turned away and walked in front of him, he let his hands fall to his sides, hoping that she would not turn around again and look at him. Although his erection had begun to subside it was still plump and turgid as they exited the corridor and turned into a wide doorway where three other boys were standing; their naked bodies were shivering as they cowered against the tiled walls of the small annexe. They were looking apprehensively at the young prefect standing in front of them. She held a long rattan cane in her hand and looked demure and perfectly at ease as she casually examined the nakedness of the young men she had in her charge. Her neatly arranged uniform and well groomed appearance contrasted starkly with the trembling trio of bare young bodies. She turned to Peter and looked at him. Her eyes travelled the length of his body, noting every detail of his nakedness before she gestured for him to stand alongside the other boys. It was all who he could do, not to clasp his hands against his groin to hide his shame. "Thank you Geraldene, he wasn't any trouble was he?" The young girl had shaken her head as Peter moved to stand by the side of the other boys. His face was burning so much that he felt near to fainting. The young prefect took time to examine the new boy from head to toe. Peter stood trembling, his body suffused in goose bumps as she leisurely appraised him, her beautiful eyes examining every detail of his genitals before she beckoned the four boys to follow her outside and into the courtyard. 2 Now, as Peter waited with the others, his face burned with humiliation as he stood naked with his the palms of his hands pressed to the top of his head. He did not dare to look at the other boys or the pretty prefect, who was half sitting upon the vaulting horse; instead he stared at the sky, engulfed in total confusion and utter shame. From somewhere inside the impressive stone buildings that surrounded the courtyard, Peter heard a bell sound and soon afterwards, he heard the sound of schoolgirls entering the courtyard. He closed his eyes in shame as their excited chatter became louder. Eventually he opened his eyes to see that the courtyard had filled with young girls, most of them heading towards himself and the other boys. It did not take many minutes before the four naked boys were completely surrounded by giggling girls. Peter felt his face begin to burn as his cheeks flushed to a deep and vivid red. He could see that the boys were as equally embarrassed, as young girls formed a square formation around them. The smaller girls stood nearest to the boys, while the taller and older prefects stood behind them. By the time they had all settled into their places they were several rows deep. Peter could not help looking at them, noticing immediately that they all seemed to be extremely attractive and far better groomed than any group of schoolgirls he had ever seen. Had he been able to form coherent thought, he might have pondered as to why every girl in the school seemed to be unusually pretty. There were none that were overweight, or had spots, or who seemed to have any imperfections at all. They all wore the same immaculately tailored uniforms, their skirts worn extremely short to show most of their bare legs, their tailored shirts, crisp and white. All of the girls wore delicate rope sandals upon their feet, the ties criss- crossing their calves before being tied just below the knee. Had he known the true purpose of the admission of young boys to Rochville and the raison d'etre of the school, he might have understood how this strange phenomenon had come about and perhaps ultimately his intended fate. The youngest girls who had joined the school at eighteen were obviously amused and intrigued at the sight of the four naked boys, although certainly not surprised. Peter watched in horror as the girls hid their mouths with their hands as they made remarks about the physical attributes of the boys to each other. There seemed to be no embarrassment amongst them as they pointed and commented on the appearance and the erect state of the trembling and utterly humiliated boys. Peter flinched as he saw one of the girls reach out and stroke her hands lightly over the naked bottom cheeks of one of the boys. The boy immediately groaned in dismay as several of girls standing nearest to him followed suit, their hands, impudently feeling between his buttocks. Peter was soon groaning too, not daring to turn around as he suddenly felt a hand touch his own bottom. Almost immediately, there was another and another and he felt the cheeks of his bottom being spread apart and a small hand dip in-between the parted flesh. He gasped and groaned as others joined in, their hands stoking over his buttocks and his hips and thighs. He looked across at the young prefect in despair, only to see her smile at the girls standing behind him as they continued their intimate exploration of his body. "Oooh" he gasped reluctantly as he felt the slender hand of a small girl slip impudently in-between his legs and her gentle fingers delicately and deliberately cup his testicles. He could not help shivering as his scrotum was lifted and the soft orbs of flesh inside, sensuously fondled by her delicate fingertips. The voice of the unseen girl whispered to him. "I bet this makes you stiffen up a bit" The sensual probing and stroking of his body had the inevitable result. He groaned in horror as he felt his penis begin to erect, the timid pale flesh not just stiffening, but to his utter dismay, pulsing and throbbing as it rose in a series of undulations, to an angle of sixty degrees from his body. He shivered and his face burned from the rush of blood to his head as his embarrassment manifested itself once more. Suddenly he was aware of a murmur amongst the crowd of girls; he felt their hands being abruptly snatched away from his trembling body. To his right, Peter saw the reason for abrupt withdrawal of the girl's hands from his body; a tall and extremely pretty young woman approached the prefect. Hilary, who was still perched upon the surface of the vaulting horse, rose to greet the young teacher. Miss Trent held a long rattan cane in her hand. The dark mottled surface of the bamboo contrasted sharply with her long slender fingers and neatly painted coral fingernails. She did not waste time or words; instead she crooked her finger at Gerald, beckoning him towards the vaulting horse. As the trembling youth approached his impending chastisement, a shudder ran through his body. Miss Trent smiled knowingly, her bright red lips parting to reveal even white teeth. Her severely cut jet-black hair shone in the sunlight as she moved to stand beside the vaulting horse. Her white silk blouse did little to conceal the fullness of her breasts, or her short skirt, the shapeliness of her long bare legs. Two girls emerged from the excited crowd and made their way to stand behind the vaulting horse. They appeared to be only a little older than Gerald. In spite of their youth they seemed confident and practised as they took hold of the naked boy and dragged him face down over the vaulting horse. They held his arms outwards and stretched them onto the surface of the horse, effectively pinioning him to the faded leather. Peter watched in horror as the young prefect moved behind the prostrated miscreant, leaning forward, she slapped the insides of his thighs until his legs were spread apart and his hips were pressed down against the surface. With a studied casualness she reached between his legs and lifted his testicles, while she pulled his penis out from beneath him, so that it was pointing downwards between his widely parted thighs. Miss Trent could not hide her smile as Hilary handled the boy's most intimate parts so casually. She watched the young prefect as she straightened up and moved around to the other side of the vaulting horse before taking the boy's head gently in her hands. It was with an almost tender and intimate movement as she stroked her delicate fingers over the boy's burning cheeks and through his hair. "Well Gerald, you will try and keep nice and still for Miss Trent, while she canes that naughty little bare bottom of yours. Promise me you will be good, otherwise I will have one of the girls sit under the horse and hold your testicles tightly, just like I had to do to Jeremy last week!" Hilary felt the wetness of Gerald's tears on her hands as the boy began to sob. She looked up at Miss Trent who had raised the cane. The young teacher looked beautiful as she stretched her arm high above her head, her young breasts pressing tightly against the material of her white silk blouse. "Four strokes for you my boy. Six if I have any nonsense." With those words the cane descended, cutting into the boy's bottom cheeks. "Whack." Hilary held his head firmly as he tried to rear up, watching with delight as the boy tried to wriggle his bared buttocks away from the path of the cane. His writhing did him no good as the cane descended again, the second stroke allowing him no time to recover from the first. This was the preferred method of caning at Rochville, the strokes of the cane coming down hard and fast, one after the other, in a hurried series of loud "whacks". The rattan would bite into the tender cheeks of the miscreant's bottom at such a pace that sometimes the boy would hardly have had time to draw breath. "Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack." Hilary watched avidly as the strokes were delivered; she was almost delirious with sexual excitement as the cane bit into the boy's flesh for the fourth and last time. She held his cheeks as he reared up his head in anguish. His screams rang in her ears as she stroked his cheeks; her voice was soft and low as she whispered to him. "Poor Gerald, never mind, it is all over now." She watched as the two young monitors, their faces flushed with excitement, held him captive for a very slow count of thirty before they let go of his arms. Miss Trent was well aware that this was the worst period for the young men, the slow count as the pain built up into an agonising and infernal torment. Hilary had witnessed this scene many times before. She watched as the boy fell to the floor, lying on his back. He writhed in agony, his buttocks rubbing against the smooth cobbles of the courtyard as he tried to assuage the pain. The girls all watched as his penis, still plump and swollen, flapped about wildly. His pain was such that for a short time he seemed unaware of the immodesty of his violent gyrations. Miss Trent looked down at him, her expression certainly betraying nothing of the acute excitement she felt each time she caned a naked boy. She waited until his writhing ceased, watching as he grasped his hands over his genitals and struggled to his feet. His embarrassment and humiliation suddenly became the greater contender for his acute discomfort, taking precedence over the searing pain in his bottom. Miss Trent spoke to him, her voice, articulate and crisp, as she admonished the distraught young boy. "I think Gerald you would be well advised to take your hands away from your genitalia. You know I will not tolerate you young boys playing with yourselves." Gerald's face managed to turn an even deeper shade of red as he faced Miss Trent. Slowly and with a shiver of shame, he uncovered himself. He could not help but glance at the row of young girls to see if they were watching him. The gesture, although involuntary, was futile and confirmed his worse fears. All of the girls were watching his every move. To his utter dismay, two of the youngest girls, who were from his own class, exchanged conspiratorial glances and then sniggered as his face took on an even deeper shade of red. The canings continued quickly, with the second boy receiving four strokes of the cane before performing similar gyrations upon the cool cobbled surface of the courtyard. Such was the anguish of the third boy, who having witnessed the chastisement of the other two, was so distressed that he had to be fetched by the two young monitors to face the vaulting horse. His bare body shivered and trembled as he was summarily bent over the leather horse and held in position. Two more girls emerged from the crowd at the beckoning of Miss Trent. They each knelt down at either side of the vaulting horse and without needing instruction took each of his ankles, stretching his legs apart until his hips were flat against the horse. They held them firmly as they looked up at Miss Trent. "Six of the best for you Henry." Miss Trent leaned forward as she spoke and deftly slipped her hand downwards between his buttocks, parting the quivering flesh as she reached underneath him and grasped his penis, pulling it from under his tummy until it hung down between his legs. She stepped back and raised the cane, pausing for a moment as Hilary moved forward from her position behind the horse, her thighs touching the top of the boy's head, as she placed both hands flat against the shivering bare flesh of his shoulders. The young boy was now completely pinioned to the horse as the first of six strokes was vigorously applied to his quivering bottom. "Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack." Such was the rapidity of the caning that it lasted no longer than the duration of the boy's first indrawn breath. As the last stroke fell his body seemed to flex into a rigid posture. Peter watched in horror as the boy turned his head to the side and screamed; the long tormented cry sent shivers through Peter's body. He had never witnessed anything like this in his young life and he began to shiver uncontrollably as the cries of anguish rang in his ears. Even though the girls were holding the young boy firmly, Peter could see that his body was convulsing in pain. After another slow count of thirty, the girls released him and the boy slid to the ground, writhing in complete abandon upon the floor. His penis flapped wildly against the flesh of his hips and tummy as he rubbed his buttocks vigorously against the smooth cobble. The excited schoolgirls looked down at the boy's involuntary gyrations. The expressions on their innocent faces showed little concern for his anguish, instead their eyes followed the abandoned movement of his naked body, their wide eyes scanning his naked body, watching his penis and testicles which were wriggling freely and flapping against his legs as he tried to rid himself of the intense pain in his buttocks. Peter noticed that the perfectly groomed prefect had been joined by two other girls of a similar age. They, like Hilary, were pretty to the extreme. The first of the girls had wonderful ash blonde hair; her beautifully shaped face was lightly made up with a pale pink lipstick delineating the exquisite shape of her lips. The second girl was darker, her lovely olive skin, completely without imperfection. The jet-black hair, luxurious in thickness and texture was tied back neatly and shone with an almost blue tint under the rays of sunshine that played upon the courtyard. The thin wire framed glasses she wore, could not disguise the beauty of her almond shaped eyes. Her lips, which were painted bright red, were stretched wide in a smile as she looked at Hilary for a brief moment. She raised her eyebrows before turning her head back towards the violent movements of the naked boy as he lay upon the shiny cobblestones. All three girls were tall and their deliberately short pleated skirts showed their shapely thighs off to perfection. Peter watched the three prefects as they took rubber gloves from underneath the lid of the cabinet. Their slender fingers were pointed upwards and extended rigidly as they smoothed the thin rubber over their hands, each snapping the rubber against her wrists as they completed the task. Hilary produced a large tube of lubricant, which each girl used, in turn, to lubricate the fingers of their rubber gloves. It was several moments before Miss Trent spoke to Henry who was still rubbing his bottom against the floor. "Come along Henry, I think you have made enough of a spectacle of yourself." Peter watched, as finally the boy got up and stood trembling in front of the pretty young teacher. His face was bright red and he was gasping for breath. Peter noticed that the boy did not attempt to cover his genitals, but rather stood shamefaced with his hands by his sides. While the pretty young girls in the crowd chatted excitedly, Peter watched as all three boys were bent over the vaulting horse. Their bodies were placed side by side with their arms stretched forward and their hips touching each other. After positioning them appropriately, the three prefects moved behind each of the boys and almost casually parted their buttocks. There were gasps of humiliation and discomfort as the girls looked at each other before bending forward. Schooling the Stepford Husband Each of them deftly lubricated and penetrated the anus of the boy in front of her. The boy's gasped in anguish as a slender extended forefinger invaded their young bottoms. There seemed to be a casual almost nonchalant attitude amongst the confident prefects, as if the boy's distress was of no consequence. On an instruction from Miss Trent the boys were made to stand, each of them gasping with acute sensation as the muscles of their sphincters tightened against the slender forefingers which now impaled their bottoms. They waddled slowly, their pale naked flesh in stark contrast to the smartly dressed girls. The young prefects held the boys around their waists, their palms flat against the boys' tummies as they kept their fingers buried deep inside each of their bottoms. The girls seemed to stoop slightly, perhaps to make absolutely sure that their fingers were fully penetrating each boy's sphincter; their hands were completely engulfed by the soft flesh of the boys' bottom cheeks. In silence, but with a rather satisfied expression on their faces, the prefects walked them forward until all three boys were standing at an arms length apart. Each of them had struggled to mount the platform, which was of a deliberate height so that the prefects did not have to stoop to keep the young miscreants impaled. All of the boys were now standing in isolation and to their utter embarrassment and humiliation... facing the crowd of schoolgirls who were waiting eagerly to see their embarrassing fate. "Hands upon your heads, eyes wide open and face the girls. You have each been caned for playing with your penises, so now everyone will have the opportunity to see how silly little boys look while their penises are being played with. One would have thought that eighteen year old boys would have more sense, especially knowing the consequences." Miss Trent's words had immediately produced a blush on the faces of the naked pupils. Peter tried to turn his head to look at them, but found it difficult to turn far enough now that the boys had been moved to the side. He had begun to feel slightly more composed when he realised that perhaps, after all, he was not to be caned. He turned back quickly as he saw that Miss Trent had noticed his movements. "Peter come here and stand with the girls, I want you to see this. You have already witnessed what happens to naughty boys when I have to cane them. Now you can stand and watch with the girls, how silly little boys are humiliated in front of all of the girls." Peter turned towards Miss Trent and the crowd of girls who had gathered even closer to the three boys. He felt his cheeks begin to burn as the blood rushed to his face. He almost stumbled as he moved towards her. He shivered as she gently placed both her hands on each side of his waist. Her fingers were cool and soothing against his fevered body. She manoeuvred him until he was standing between a group of girls of his own age, facing the three punished boys; he blushed as he realised the proximity of his naked body to the young girls and shivered in horror at the interested looks of the pupils as he was made to stand in front of them. He knew that they would all be able to see his bottom without any hindrance. "You can take your hands from your head, but on no account are you to touch your genitals... do you understand me?" Peter barely managed to mumble a reply as Miss Trent turned her attention back to the boys standing in front of her. He took his hands from his head, and reluctantly let them fall to his sides. Peter looked in front of him to see that the prefects were standing with their bodies pressed against the rear of each young boy. He noticed that all the boys' penises had begun to erect and that each of their members was now fat and plump. To the utter embarrassment of the young boys, the prefects began to gently stimulate the prostate gland of each boy. The effect was startling as the boys stood on tiptoe, trying to escape the acute sensation of the girls' fingers. Peter had no idea what the prefects were doing to the boys although he could see the vigorous movements of their arms. He watched as almost simultaneously, the boys flung back their heads and opened their mouths in gasps of anguish. Miss Trent moved in front of the first boy and reached out, quickly grasping the young boy's penis and testicles. She deftly slid his foreskin back to reveal the head of his penis. The boy cried out as she pumped her hand up and down several times, quickly bringing him to a full and throbbing erection. She repeated the ritual with the other two boys until all three of them stood shamefaced and anguished, with their penises standing outwards and upwards, the rigid flesh pulsing visibly. Miss Trent moved to the side so that all the girls would have an unobstructed view of the naked boys. The girls were already chattering excitedly as the prefects slid their hands down from the tummy area of each boy and encircled their delicate rubber covered fingers over the shaft of each of the boys' penises. The crowd of girls moved forward at the sight of the prefects touching the boys' penises and Peter felt one of the girls at his side, take his hand in hers... a moment later another girl took hold of his other hand. He turned towards each of the girls in turn, but both of them were already facing forward, watching the spectacle in front of them. To his horror he felt the hands of the girls behind him touch his bottom. To his dismay the hands became bolder, stroking over his bottom cheeks and around his hips. He was aware that, as the girls had gathered around to watch, most of his body was now hidden from the young teacher and that she could not see what was happening to him. He shuddered as the girl in front of him placed her hands behind her back and deliberately stepped backwards. She leaned her body against his as her hands quickly located his penis and testicles. Without turning her head she cupped his testicles and took a firm hold of the shaft of his penis. Peter gasped in embarrassment and tried to pull his hands away from the girls at his sides. To his dismay both of the girls held his hands firmly and would not let him go. Instead, the girl to his right pulled on his arm and whispered in his ear. "You had better not say anything or Sammy will tell Miss Trent you were playing with your willy to make it hard. Now don't be a silly boy... let her do what she wants to you and just face forward and watch the show." Peter did not know what to do as he stood amidst the young girls. He winced as the girl in front of him slid the foreskin of his penis backwards. Behind him another girl suddenly parted the cheeks of his bottom and slipped her slender hand between the soft mounds of flesh. He shivered, as even more of the girls seemed to join in and start exploring his body. In front of him the three boys were faring no better. Each of the young boys was gasping for breath as the prefects stretched their foreskins back tightly against the shaft of their penises. Gerald, who was the tallest of the three boys, looked aghast as the pretty dark haired prefect who was holding him, suddenly thrust her finger deeper into his bottom. Her voice was almost mocking as she admonished him. "Keep still you naughty child, you are here to be punished. Naughty boys who play with their own penises have to be taught a lesson. Now face the girls and take your punishment without fuss." Simultaneously, all of the prefects began to milk the young boys. The boys' faces suddenly contorted into a grimace, each boy standing on tiptoe with his hips thrust forward, as the slender fingers of the prefects penetrated deeply within their bottoms. The girls' hands seemed to have a sensual motion to them as they expertly stimulated the straining rigid flesh of their victims. The lubricated gloves that covered their hands glistened under the strong sunlight. The crowd of junior girls murmured in excitement as they watched each of the prefects occasionally thrust their hands deeper between the quivering buttocks of the young boys. Peter could not stop his body from shuddering in embarrassment. He felt his penis begin to erect, the flesh pulsing within the firm grip of the young girl in front of him. The combination of the sight of the young boys being milked so thoroughly and expertly, and the touch of the slender hands and fingers of the girls upon his bottom and genitals, caused his penis to extend to a full and violent erection. He felt the blood rush to his head as he was visually and physically aroused to a fever pitch. Miss Trent looked on at the scene before her. The expertise of the young prefects never ceased to amaze her. Their well-groomed hair and lightly made up faces was complimented by the smartness of their crisply pressed white shirts and school ties. Their entire appearance and demeanour contrasted starkly against the pale naked bodies and the blushing faces of the three boys as they stood shivering in emotion. Miss Trent smiled to herself as she noted the first telltale signs of the boys' impending ejaculation. Their embarrassment was almost palpable as they each stood on their very tiptoes, their heads were thrown back and each of them was opened mouthed and gasping for air, as coolly and expertly they were stimulated to an impending orgasm. It was Gerald who erupted first, his whole body tensing into a paroxysm of overwhelming sensation. His jaw sagged; his mouth hung wide open as his breathing became suspended. He ejaculated forcefully. Semen spurted from his penis in a seemingly endless stream as suddenly the second and third boy also began to ejaculate. Their bright red faces looked as if they were in a fit of agony as the young prefects pressed their fingers deep into their bottoms and expertly milked them of every last drop of their semen. Peter could not believe his eyes; he had never experienced such an event. He shuddered with emotion as he forced himself to look on as the boys were made to ejaculate involuntarily in front of the crowd of schoolgirls. His only respite was that the girls had suddenly let go of him as the boys had begun to orgasm. They watched with delight as each boy was milked thoroughly until he was dry of semen. They pointed and sniggered as, one by one, the boys were made to bend over and touch their toes as the prefects withdrew their fingers from their bottoms. The prefects stood back from the boys as they ordered them to stand-up straight. One of them patted the boy she had been milking upon his bottom cheeks. Miss Trent moved forward and stood in front of each boy in turn; placing her hands against his cheeks and turning his head forward so that he was looking directly at the crowd of schoolgirls. When each boy had been positioned to her satisfaction, she turned and addressed the watching girls. "These boys have been punished for playing with their penises." She turned her head and looked at the three naked youngsters before turning back to the girls, whom were all listening attentively. All of the boys had tears in their eyes as they shamefacedly faced the girls. Miss Trent continued, smiling as she looked at the eager faces of the young schoolgirls. "They are dirty little boys and have been caned and milked in front of all of you. I am convinced that there is far too much of this behaviour going on. You are all well aware that it is against school rules for boys to touch their penises and so I want you to be more vigilant in reporting any breaches of the school rules. The boys' assessments are designed to take care of their erections and obviously these boys have failed to report that their assessment needed to be increased. I am therefore increasing the assessment of each boy by two." She turned to the young boys, who looked even more embarrassed as she addressed them. "You will all report back to your class with your assessment cards and ask your form teacher to add a further two." She watched as the boys walked in a line towards the stone buildings and then turned her head back towards the crowd of girls. Her eyes focussed on Peter, who was trembling with shock at what he had just seen. The girls had not molested him any further, although the two girls at his sides were still holding his hands. "Thank you young ladies for your attention during this punishment session. Now Peter, I have had you witness this punishment session so that you will be aware of what is in store for you, should you break the school rules. You may now return to the medical centre." She looked at the girl who was standing in front of Peter and spoke kindly to her. "Samantha, would you be kind enough to take our new boy back to the sanatorium for me?" Peter blushed, his face turning bright crimson as the girls moved away from him and he was left standing in the open, with his penis fully erect in front of Miss Trent and the young girl who had so impudently held his genitals during the punishment session. Miss Trent looked down at his shaven groin and then raised her head to look him in the eyes. Rather than admonish him for his erection, she spoke to him kindly. "I am aware that this has been a traumatic introduction to Rochville for you Peter. You are going to be assessed by the doctor and her assessment should stop you having embarrassing erections such as this." Peter could not help looking as she reached out and casually wrapped her slender fingers around the shaft of his penis. He fought the desire to pull away from her and run and hide is embarrassment as she squeezed the rigid flesh. "You have not been acquainted with the school rules as yet, but when you are, you will find out that it is not permissible for any boy to have an erection without having it milked. If you find that you are becoming erect at anytime you must report it to a prefect." Peter had never felt as embarrassed; he blushed again as the pretty young teacher held his penis while she talked to him. He could smell her alluring perfume and her beautiful face was so close to his that he was completely mesmerised by her. He felt his face burning with embarrassment as her fingers gently toyed with the shaft of his penis. "Off you go young man, Samantha will show you the way." Peter shamefully turned to follow the young girl as Miss Trent let go of him, her slender hand smacking him lightly on the bottom. He stumbled rather than walked, acutely aware of his erect penis bobbing up and down as he followed Samantha. The girls were standing around in groups; their eyes following his embarrassing progress across the cobbled courtyard. He did not dare to look left or right as he followed the young girl towards the medical centre. * Constance Marchbank moved away from the mullioned window of her luxurious office where, with some amusement, she had been observing the proceedings that had been enacted in the courtyard below. She returned to one of the two leather easy chairs and sat down. Her every movement was a testimony to her grace and breeding. Even if Constance had not been so beautifully dressed in the finest of Chanel Haut couture, few people would have failed to have recognised her elegance or her delicate beauty. She looked across at the young girl who was seated in the other of the two leather chairs. The girl was dressed in the school uniform that only senior prefects were privileged to wear. Jessica had just celebrated her twenty-first birthday. The occasion had been more than just a celebration of age, although no one other than Constance Marchbank had been privy to the exact import of Jessica's birthday. According to the terms of her late father's will and testament, Jessica had become the heir to her share of her family's fortunes. Although one hundred and eighty five million dollars... as well as a similar amount in stocks and bonds might have seemed an imposing fortune to some, Constance Marchbank had not even raised her eyebrows. To those who understood the history of the Rochville Academy, especially the financial history, the legacy Jessica had inherited would have been commensurate with that of many of the present and former pupils of Rochville. "So Jessica... you have decided that Gerald will not be the one. Not to worry, you have plenty of time and I am sure that you will not be short of entertainment when you take over your house as a tutor. As you are the most senior of all of our girls who have expressed an interest in acquiring a boy, you will be able to choose as and when you are ready." Jessica smiled, stretching her long legs outwards, she turned towards Constance and spoke. Her voice had a soft fruitiness to it as she tilted her head to one side and looked directly at the young headmistress. "I can honestly say that I cannot wait to apply my skills to our current batch of young boys. But, as you say, choosing one is not a prior concern... after all every year I wait the younger they will be." Jessica grinned impishly as she moved her body sensuously in the comfort of the leather chair. Constance could not help but smile as she picked up the slender glass of champagne from the ornate table at her side. "Well Jessica, you are right of course, but remember that honing the skills of your young suitor can be very fulfilling. It is a wonderful thing to have a boy so well bonded to you that his only thoughts are to please you. Of course his punishments and discipline are a most pleasant hors d'eourve and with your choice of staff only the best of performances will be extracted from him." Jessica squirmed in her chair as she thought of the wonderful afternoons she had spent watching the young tutors and their staff, putting boys through their paces. "I think perhaps that I might walk over to the medical centre in a while and have a look at our newest inductee... you seem to have whetted my appetite somewhat!" Peter followed Samantha obediently as she led him towards the main examination room of the medical centre, a room Peter had not seen before. As they entered through wide swing doors into the virtually sterile room, he could feel a distinct drop in temperature from that of the main corridor. The white tiles of the floor felt cold upon his feet. Samantha seemed to understand the effect the room might have upon the boy, she turned to him and took his wrist in her delicate hand. For any young person, the first sight of the interior of the medical centre would have appeared foreboding and intimidating. For Peter, who had already been embarrassed more in one day than ever before in his whole life, the thought of what was to come made him shudder with trepidation. White tiles covered the walls of the medical centre from floor to ceiling. Stainless steel trays of instruments filled the white shelves, which were mounted to head-height on each wall of the room. To Peter, the futuristic leather and stainless steel examination table which was set into the middle of the floor, seemed to be a centrepiece of evil intent. Two huge operating-theatre lights were suspended above the ominous looking table. They shone upon the shiny chromium plated fittings of the stirrups, which were already elevated, high and wide, above the bed. Clear plastic pipes seemed to be everywhere. Some emanated from large oxygen cylinders leading to several facemasks suspended above the head of the bed. Others, of various diameters, extended from large complex looking electrical devices and air compressors, all of which were fastened to the walls above the shelving. The pipes trailed in swirls upon the spotlessly clean tiled floor. The thick clear plastic tubes snaked their way to the examination table before winding upwards to ominous looking nozzles and tips. The end devices each had their own holders, which hooked over a high stainless-steel stand. Schooling the Stepford Husband The large metal nozzles all had ends of various sizes, each complete with small levers and switches set into their handgrips. The torpedo shaped ends glistened wickedly under the strong almost blinding lights. Some of the smaller devices attached to the tubing looked like dentistry drills, while others were smaller still, looking more like shortened needles. Peter trembled as he was led forward, quickly and efficiently, by Samantha and made to stand in the centre of the room. She held both of his wrists as she made him stand between two portable instrument trolleys, each one containing a tray of instruments. He eyed them warily as Samantha spoke to him, her voice quite kindly. "Stand here with your hands placed upon your head. You must place your legs wide apart, if you look down at the tiles, I want you to make sure that there are three tiles visible between the spacing of your feet. I had better give you a few words of advice. Don't move from where you are now. Just wait patiently until the nurses or the doctor come through. Whatever you do... do not touch your penis. To do so is an offence and is considered to be 'playing with yourself', which is the worst offence any boy can commit at this school. Until you learn the rules you would do well to take this advice. Now put your hands on your head." Peter obeyed immediately, shuffling his feet further and further apart, until he could see three tiles between his ankles. He felt utterly vulnerable as he realised how widely stretched his legs were. He felt the cool air seemingly swirling around his penis and scrotum as they hung free and clear between his legs. He shivered as the girl stood behind him and casually placed her cool hand upon his waist. His naked body shivered in shame as she casually slid her hand around his waist and smoothed her fingers down over his tummy until she was touching his penis. Casually she took a firm hold of his plump organ, leaning her head over his shoulder with her face only inches away from his blushing cheeks. "Your erection seems to have subsided a bit. Your penis is such a nice one that I am sure it will get lots of attention." She moved around to stand in front of him, quickly glancing at the door as she slid his foreskin back and looked into his face. "You are the best looking boy we have ever had at this school, so I suppose your life here will go from one embarrassment to another." She could see that he was blushing profusely, his bottom lip trembling in shame as she held him firmly. Her voice softened as she kissed him gently on the cheek and then looked at his trembling countenance. "My advice is to try and put up with it. The girls can be very spiteful and get you into lots of trouble if they want to. The teachers and staff will never take your word against theirs. Just put up with whatever happens to you and just do your best... I will try and be a friend to you, but I will never go against the other girls." She looked at him sympathetically. "Look your penis is as hard as iron... even after I have only touched it for a second or two." She watched his face blush to a deep crimson as a look of guilt appeared in his tearful eyes. "I am going to leave you now... just stay there and try and do what they tell you." She patted his cheek and let go of his penis, giving him another look of sympathy as she turned and walked away. Peter waited for what seemed like an eternity before hearing activity beyond the wide swing doors. His humiliation at standing naked waiting for whatever indignities were to come, kept his nerves in a constant state of anxiety. He stood as he had been placed. His hands were clasped tightly to the top of his head and his legs were spread so widely that they were aching from the effort. Suddenly the doors swung open behind him. He could not see who had entered, only being able to hear the staccato sound of heels upon the tiled floor. He tried to look behind him but was unable to turn his head more than a few inches without moving from his position. He felt a shiver run through his body as, from behind, two young nurses passed to either side of his naked body. Their trim white uniforms brushed against his bared flesh as they moved between him and the trolleys. He blushed as they came to stand in front of him, his body trembling as they both looked at him. Like all of the staff and the schoolgirls that he had seen since his short time at Rochville, they were extremely pretty. It was not just the exquisite good look of the nurses that unnerved him. They both seemed to be very young, perhaps only a few years older than him. His cheeks burned with shame as one of the nurses placed her hand on his cheek. He felt utterly vulnerable and ashamed as she looked into his eyes and spoke softly to him. "Now Peter, we are going to start your assessment. I want you to look at me and listen to what I tell you. This is very important for you if you are to avoid the kind of punishment that you have just witnessed outside in the quadrangle." Jane thrilled at his trembling young body, as he stood naked, shivering before her. She knew that her compatriot, Sandra, would be having the same feeling of delight as they both watched the young boy doing his very best to stay in his humiliating position. She looked at him and then looked down at his naked body, her eyes lingering over his penis and testicles as they hung openly between his widely spread legs. Peter could not help but follow her gaze. To his chagrin, she leisurely inspected his genitalia. She looked back up to his face, just in time to see him flush profusely, knowing that his naked body was openly and shamefully displayed to her. He dare not take his eyes off her face as she spoke to him. "Now Peter, listen to me carefully. Boys at Rochville are not allowed to have an erection. Do you know what an erection is?" Peter blushed, as the young nurse looked him in the eye. He could not help the deep flush of red that burned his cheeks as she asked him the question. "Well Peter, tell me what an erection is?" He tried to hang his head in shame, but the pretty young nurse placed her hand under his chin and raised his head until he was looking into her pretty blue eyes. "er...er its when... er my ...er ...er penis gets stiff...er misss." The stammered reply seemed to satisfy her. "Well, an erection is not allowed. It is most offensive to the girls at this school... and is not tolerated here. Now for the second part Peter, listen to me very carefully so that you understand." She waited until she was sure she had his full attention, delighting in his beautiful young face and his pure embarrassment. "Rochville does not allow young boys to indulge in masturbation. Do you know what masturbation is, Peter?" Again Peter blushed, his face turning to a deep shade of purple as the pretty young nurse looked at him intently, his stammered reply seeming again to satisfy her. "Er... yes miss I think so..." "Have you ever indulged in masturbation Peter, have you ever played with this?" To his shame and anguish she patted the underside of his penis with the very tips of her slender fingers. "Ooohh... nooo.. er no miss... er never miss." She looked at him rather quizzically "What? Never Peter... not even once?" "Er no... miss. Er I have never played er.. with myself, please miss... honestly miss." The nurse looked at him... almost sympathetically as she stood before him. She could hardly believe that she was to bring this young boy to his very first orgasm. She thrilled at the prospect as she looked at his blushing and trebling countenance. "Well Peter, your assessment is made up of the amount of times that the school medical personnel think that these little testicles of yours need to be emptied. This is to ensure that you do not have an erection at any other time." To his utter shame, the young nurse cupped her hand under his scrotum and lifted the swollen orbs up into her hand. She could feel his body shiver as she smoothed her fingers around the tight sac before letting him go. She could see that the boy was wrapped in an absolute aura of shame as she looked into his face. "Well Peter we had better get you started." Both nurses moved away to the far wall where there was a row of lightweight polished aluminium chairs. Peter watched as they each carried a chair back towards him. As he watched them he became aware of the beauty and grace of their lithe bodies. He felt a sudden shiver of apprehension run through his slender frame. It was as if he had realised for the first time exactly they were going to do to him. The nurse who had been addressing him, placed her chair directly in front of him. He shivered in apprehension as she sat down and pulled the chair forward. Looking down in shame, he could see that her pretty bared knees were placed primly together between his widely spread legs. He could hear the second nurse pull her chair forward as she sat behind him. Peter raised his head to the ceiling in humiliation as the nurse took a pair of rubber gloves from the trolley and sensuously stretched them over her slender fingers. She snapped the cuffs, the noise drawing his attention back to her actions. He could hear similar sounds from behind him, becoming acutely aware of their intentions. He quickly looked down as the nurse spoke to him, her tone sharp and efficient. "Right Peter look at me and listen carefully... as this is your first time." She began to apply a lubricant to her fingers as she talked to him. "I want you to stand exactly as you are. The nurse behind you is going to penetrate your bottom and I am going to milk your penis. The amount of semen that I extract will determine the period of time before you are to be milked again." Peter looked at her with an expression of horror on his young face. "It is usual, for reasons that I am not going to explain, that boys at Rochville are spanked before they are milked. As this is the very first time that you will have ejaculated, I shall not spank you... unless of course that is... that you fail to obey my instructions." He could not help watching as she took a glass tube from the instrument tray. The thick glass was supported in its own wire holder, which allowed it to stand upright as she placed it on the floor beside her. The test tube was of an unusual design. The flared lip was made of very thick glass. The inside of the flared opening was ribbed with a series of smooth ridges. The ribbing extended right through the flaring of the opening to where the glass narrowed into the collection part of the tube. Jane wondered whether using the tube might be just too much for a young boy who was being made to ejaculate for the first time. She had seen the extreme stimulus that the glass produced, when moved up and down over the unprotected rim of the glans. It always excited her when the young boys reacted to the glass by standing upon their tiptoes and gasping for air as she deftly brought them to orgasm. Jane looked at the young boy, feeling a touch of sympathy for him as she watched her compatriot suddenly lean forward. Peter could do nothing but stand naked and ashamed as suddenly from behind, he felt a hand slip between his bottom-cheeks. "Oooh... ahhh." The nurse's voice was low and kindly as she spoke to him for the first time. "Just relax your bottom sweetheart; I am not going to hurt you." The suddenness of their actions had him on his tiptoes as simultaneously a fingertip was neatly inserted up into his sphincter and gentle hands enveloped his testicles and penis. He could not help looking down at the nurse as her left hand cupped his testicles. To his shame, she quickly slipped the foreskin of his penis back with her right hand as she squeezed his testicles firmly. Immediately he felt a throb of sensation as her fingers slipped sensuously over the glans. He tried to raise himself even higher as he felt the fingertip that was penetrating his bottom, surging upwards and impaling him fully. He gasped in surprise as the knuckle stretched his sensitive sphincter wide, the sensation acute and all embracing, as she deftly pushed upwards in a firm and practiced motion. "Ooohh.. oh... sissss, oh no, oh please, no miss." His protestations went unheeded as his penis began to throb between the fingers of the pretty young nurse seated in front of him. "Now just relax... it will all be over before you know it." Jane smiled to herself as she thought of the torment and sexual anguish that the boy must be feeling at the present time. This, as far as she knew, was going to be the very first time that she had milked a boy to a virgin orgasm. She wondered how he would take the experience. Well my little virgin, she thought. It will certainly be 'up on your tiptoes time' very, very soon. In an unhurried and practiced motion she slipped the foreskin of his penis back until the head was fully uncovered. She could feel the vibrant throbbing of his flesh between her fingers as she made him gasp. "Ooooh misss... er oh oh." He tried to evade the sensation by standing on his tiptoes, only to feel an even greater sensation as the finger in his bottom pushed upwards within him, expertly locating and scoring over his prostate gland. He reared up again, his knees splaying outwards, as the combined ministrations of the two nurses quickly had him gasping in anguish. Pleeeeeeease... oh nooooo argh... oh arggghh." Suddenly the nurse who was seated in front of him let go of his testicles. Immediately he felt the young nurse behind him, slip her free hand between his legs and firmly and take up the task of grasping his scrotum. "Ooooh please... d'don't... argh." He gasped as the both nurses began to stimulate him. Their hands inflamed his timid body to a fever pitch. The nurse spoke to him, her voice soft and calming; a complete contrast to the rapid movement of her hand as she slid her fingers quickly backwards and forwards over the glans of his penis. "Poor Peter, don't be so distressed... it will all be over soon." Jane delighted in his torment. The sight of him trying to elevate his young body away from their fingers delighted her more than she had thought possible. Without breaking the swift cadence of her fingers she picked up the glass test-tube. Deliberately and callously, she drew his foreskin back tightly, leaving the glistening head of the glans exposed as she thrust the ribbed glass tube over the sensitive rim. "Arrrggghhh ooohh," he cried out in trepidation. Jane felt a stab of guilty pleasure suffuse her young body as she thought of his reaction to the feeling of the test-tube. Even the most experienced boys reacted in absolute anguish at the acute sensation the ribbed glass caused to their penises. She watched him try and gyrate his hips in a vain effort to escape the feel of the cold glass, which had enveloped the entire head of his penis. She waited for a moment or two, allowing him a little time to adjust to the feel of the glass as she tightened her grip upon the shaft of his penis. Deliberately she drew the foreskin back tightly, exposing the glans penis fully. Hiding the absolute thrill of pleasure that had welled up inside her, she deliberately rubbed the glass up and down over the corona of his penis. A little shiver of excitement ran through her slender body as she watched him. His body stiffened as he raised himself onto the very tips of his toes. Jane could see his legs quivering and the muscles of his stomach contract as he threw back his head and cried out in utter torment and anguish. Arggggghhhhh... oooh nooo." Nonchalantly, in an almost callous fashion, she speeded up the movement of the glass. She knew full well the boy's likely reaction to the almost unbearable sensation that was being applied to his virgin penis. "Arghh oh pl... pleease...noooo." His cries went unheeded as Jane leaned her body gracefully to the side while she pumped his penis mercilessly. She nodded to Sandra as the boy began to tremble from head to foot with deep emotion. Sandra prodded his prostate gland, her finger cleverly insinuating itself against the centre of the plump mound of flesh. Peter was beside himself as suddenly he felt his first impending orgasm. He had no idea what was happening to him other than that he was unable to resist the incredible sensations that seemed to engulf him. Jane could feel his penis throb mightily as she held the base of his shaft, her fingers stretching his foreskin away from the exposed glans. She increased her rhythm, rapidly oscillating the ribbed glass backwards and forwards over the sensitive rim. Immediately his whole body stiffened. "There we are... that didn't take long now did it Peter?" Her calm voice merely fuelled his humiliating and shameful sexual arousal as his body locked into a paroxysm of absolute exquisite sexual torture. Sandra felt his sphincter pulse in rapid contractions against her finger as the boy began to ejaculate. His cry of sexual anguish was music to their ears, as the young nurses nonchalantly brought him to orgasm. Jane watched as semen erupted from the tip of his penis into the tube. She did not ease the vigour in which she applied the tube to the end of his penis, instead thrilling as he cried out in utter abandonment, his mouth wide open and gasping for air. "There we are Peter... what a good boy. Come along now, let's see what you can do." Her words rekindled his utter humiliation as he was expertly and vigorously forced to ejaculate violently. Spurt after spurt of semen jetted into the test tube as both nurses expertly prolonged his orgasm. "Hoooo...oooooh." The wail of abandonment heralded the boy's complete loss of control. Jane could see that his legs were beginning to tremble. His knees were so widely spread that she wondered if he would be able to keep his balance. Sandra was the first to see that he was losing control of his limbs. She extricated her finger from his bottom and let go of his testicles. Standing up quickly, she wrapped her arms around his body, pressing her young breasts against his back as she held him upright. She looked around his body to see Jane quickly take the tube from his penis, as suddenly his body went limp. His hands fell to his sides as he fainted. Jane quickly placed the brimming tube back on the trolley and stood up. The girls managed to hold up his limp body, moving him quickly to the examination table. Carefully they lifted him and lay him face upwards upon the brown leather surface. Both nurses could see that the boy had completely fainted away as they stroked their hands over his body, stimulating his flesh to aid revival. It was over thirty seconds later before he opened his eyes and was able to see the nurse looking down at him. Jane watched him until his eyes focussed properly, immediately leaving him to Sandra so that she could make her way through to the bathroom. Sandra leaned over him and looked closely at him, observing his vital signs. His embarrassment returned in an instant as he saw the pretty nurse looking at him. His cheeks immediately coloured up into a deep crimson blush. Sandra casually flipped his penis with her fingertips and spoke to him sternly. She thrilled as she saw him flush with embarrassment. "What a silly boy you are fainting like that. You will have to learn to control yourself a little better. Now come with me, I am going to wash your genitals and your bottom. I want no more nonsense from you. Now up you get and follow me." Peter flushed with colour again as the nurse stood back and watched him sit up and get off the bed. He felt absolutely humiliated as he saw the nurse overtly examining his genitals as he stood facing her with his back to the examination couch. Schooling the Stepford Husband She nonchalantly stepped forward and cupped her hand under his scrotum, lifting his testicles. She saw that he was near to tears, as she looked him in the eye. Sandra was also aware of the boy's desire to cover his nakedness with his hands. She spoke to him firmly. "If you dare to touch yourself Peter, you will be smacked. It is against the school rules and I distinctly heard Jane tell you that, just before you had your semen extracted." She moved closer to him, still holding his scrotum she looked him in the eye. "Now are you going to be a good boy while I wash your little penis and testicles?" Sandra had deliberately chosen her words so that she could have the thrill of watching him blush again - which the boy duly did, his face turning a bright crimson. She squeezed his testicles gently. That one simple act subjugated the boy even further as she looked into his anguished face. "Now follow me." She let go of him and turned away from him. She walked briskly, listening for the slap of the boy's bare feet on the tiled floor, as she led him towards the bathroom, which was situated further down the corridor. As they entered the white tiled room, Peter recognized that it was where he had been given his enema earlier in the day. He blushed as he saw not only Jane, the nurse who had handled his penis so deftly, but also two young girls dressed in their school uniforms. Both of the young girls were lounging against the leather of the examination table. Their expressions were ones of amusement as they saw him blush and tremble in humiliation. Peter had not got used to the fact that every girl in the academy seemed to be incredibly pretty. Although he had quickly lowered his gaze as soon as he had seen the girls, he had still noted their quite unusual beauty. One of the girls had dark almost black hair, whereas the other girl was ash blonde, which it seemed was prevalent in the school. They both wore crisp white school shirts of a very fine cotton material; the deep collars were set off by the vivid magenta and violet of their school ties. Peter had noticed, even in the split second before lowering his eyes, that their full breasts seemed to be bare beneath the fine cotton of their shirts. He had clearly seen the hint of darker flesh against the material, as the pointed nipples of their young breasts pressed against the sheer cotton shirts. Their faces were quite beautiful and finely featured. Their exquisite lips had been parted in amusement, displaying beautiful white and even teeth. Both girls wore their skirts as equally as short as the rest of the girls he had seen so far. Each girl displayed long tanned thighs and pretty knees above the white short socks that they were wearing. He shivered with embarrassment as he was led to a small pedestal bidet, which was only a few feet away from where the young girls and the pretty nurse were standing. The bidet was set much higher than perhaps one would normally see in a bathroom. The design was such that the user would have to stand to use it. The shape was also unusual in that that the oblong bowl was tightly waisted, so that the patient's thighs would fit into the indents as they stood astride the bowl. Sandra ignored his hesitancy and gasp of embarrassment as he saw the nurse and the young girls watching him. Deftly she manoeuvred him until his legs were placed astride the bidet with his penis and testicles hanging down just above the level of the water. "Hands on your head quickly now." She pronounced sharply as she stood to his side. He had no sooner lifted his arms, when he felt the cool water splash against his genitals as she quickly soaped her hands. The ignominy of standing naked with his legs astride the bidet as the young schoolgirls watched him, made him blush profusely. He gasped in shame, as nonchalantly he felt the nurse's fingers slip in between the cheeks of his bottom; only to feel an even greater sense of shame as she casually cupped his testicles and penis with her soapy hand. "Arggh... ooooo oh oh ooohhh." His utter and complete embarrassment made the young schoolgirls grin openly as the nurse nonchalantly drew the foreskin of his penis back down the shaft as at the same time as she penetrated his bottom with her finger. Arrggghhhhh." He raised himself on his tiptoes as the nurse vigorously soaped him, both front and back, delighting in the feel of his smooth skin and trembling body. Peter looked upwards to avoid the gaze of the young girls, shamefully aware of the throb between his legs as the nurse deliberately stimulated his penis, her soapy hands pulling his foreskin back tightly, allowing her to apply soap behind the exposed rim. Peter jerked his hips in distress at the acute sensation. Arching his back in anguish as her finger pushed further up into his bottom. Her actions were so casual and practiced; it was if his shame and his reactions were of little consequence to her. Sandra was thrilled to feel the first vibrant pulse between her fingers as she stretched his foreskin back, exposing the shaft fully. The heel of her hand rubbed against the sensitive rim of the glans, making him jerk his hips in an involuntary reaction. She firmly pushed her finger up into his bottom, easily penetrating him fully up to her knuckle. His movements were effectively stifled as she handled his young body with a well-practiced expertise. Peter groaned, looking towards the two young girls in pure embarrassment. It was hope against hope that they had not noticed his burgeoning erection as his penis began to throb incessantly as it was held firmly by the young nurse. "Oooohhh... please nurse." He cried, as suddenly, she scored her fingernails over the very tip of his penis. Despite his protestations, she bent her head forward, intimately examining every inch of his pubic area, as she rapidly brought him to a full and humiliating erection. Quickly she withdrew her finger from his bottom and let go of his penis as she proceeded to rinse his genitals with water from the bidet. She stood back, leaving him standing shamefaced and trembling, his freshly rinsed penis now standing out rigidly from between his legs. His lips were trembling and there were tears in his eyes as the nurse spoke to him. "Come along Peter; move forward so the nurse can dry you." He could not believe the shame and humiliation he felt, as he heard the two young girls try and stifle their giggles of amusement. He gasped in embarrassment as the nurse slapped his bottom, moving him forward reluctantly. He could not help the feeling of deep humiliation when he saw the open amusement of the two pretty schoolgirls. Jane moved towards him with a towel in her hands, her pretty face smiling at him as she spoke. "Right Peter, bend over and grasp your ankles, I want to dry you. Legs well apart, we don't want you getting chapped between your little bottom cheeks now do we?" Jane thrilled as the boy blushed deeply at her instructions. With his body trembling, he took his hands from his head. He blushed again as he looked down at himself and saw that his penis was standing straight out from his body. Hesitantly he began to bend forward. His distress was further increased as Jane spoke to him again. "No not like that, turn around so that your bottom is facing me." He blushed mightily as he stood upright and turned to face away from the pretty young nurse. He was acutely aware that the young girls would now have a perfect view of his bottom as he bent over and grasped his ankles. Again he was spared no modesty as Jane spoke to him. "Come along Peter you can do better than that. I want your legs spread well apart, so that I can get the towel between the cheeks of your bottom. Peter obeyed reluctantly, spreading his legs, while his face burned with shame. Jane spoke, her tone a matter of fact, to the two young girls. "Right Jocelyn and Nicola, would you stand either side of him and hold his cheeks apart so that I can get access to his bottom. You know how naughty young boys seem to squirm when they are having their bottoms dried." He could not believe his ears at the young nurse's words. He blushed instantly and furiously! Peter looked at the tiled floor as his head hung down, his whole body trembling with dreaded anticipation of having his cheeks spread apart by the two young schoolgirls. He could not help the gasp of indignity that escaped from his lips as he felt their delicate fingers touch his bottom. He groaned and tried to evade their touch, as each girl slipped both of their hands between his bottom cheeks. Their fingers reached right into the deep crevice of his buttocks, making him wriggle as they leisurely slid their hands to and fro. He jerked his hips as their fingertips scored over the sensitive opening to his bottom. Suddenly he felt himself being gripped around the waist as Sandra leaned over him and held him firmly, her hand flat against his tummy. Peter realised that he was unable to move at all, pinioned as he was by the nurse and the two schoolgirls. In utter humiliation he felt his bottom cheeks being stretched apart; his whole bottom suddenly becoming wide open to view of the young girls and the nurses. He quaked with a sickening embarrassment as one of the schoolgirls suddenly smacked his bottom. Although only a light smack, the indignity of it produced a feeling of dread within his stomach. "Now keep still, you naughty boy so that the nurses can dry you. Whatever are you going to be like when they dry your little willy?" Peter had thought that he could feel no greater embarrassment and yet a sudden wave of utter anguish flushed through his entire body, it was if he was cocooned in shame at the young girl's actions and words. He simply could not believe that young schoolgirls would be allowed to see a naked boy, never mind help with something as intimate as this. Or, he thought, that they would also be allowed to smack him. Incredibly, it seemed that the action of young schoolgirl, smacking his bared bottom, was condoned. "Well done Jocelyn, you can see how naughty our new border is. He is going to have a lot to learn if he is to avoid a visit to the headmistress in future. Now will you both stretch his cheeks apart as widely as you can?" Peter grunted and groaned as his buttocks were stretched wide and the towel was plied intimately between the cheeks of his bottom. He felt the nurse reach beneath him, her hand moving nonchalantly between his legs, to seesaw the soft material to and fro. The ignominy of being held with his bottom cheeks spread open, as he faced the floor, was an utter assault to his sensibilities. He saw his tears drop upon the tiled floor as he wept with shame. He felt completely helpless, unable to stop the shameful and humiliating exposure of his body to the nurses and two schoolgirls. He shivered and shook as he was made to stand with his legs spread apart while his erect penis was rudely exposed. His torment seemed to be without end, as one nurse retracted his foreskin while the other dried him. His body squirmed and shivered as he tried to deal with the acute sensation of the fluffy towel upon his most delicate flesh. "Right... Jocelyn and Nicola." Jane addressed the two schoolgirls. "Will you take him to the outfitting department to get his school uniform?" To both Jocelyn and Nicola's delight, she continued: "I would like you to stay with him while he is measured and then take him to see the headmistress; she will be in the medical administration office. If he is naughty you have my permission to smack his little bottom. I am sorry that you will have to bear witness to his erection, but unfortunately I do not have time to milk him for a second time, as we are already late with him. He is due to be there by ten-thirty. If you would ask Miss Parfit or Sue and Pamela, in the stores, if they would make sure that he is ready by that time, I would be grateful." Neither Jocelyn nor Nicola bothered to hide their expressions of delight as they looked at the naked boy. They could see his utter humiliation and were delighted in the fact that they would have the opportunity to see his further embarrassment as he was fitted for his uniform. This was not the first time that the girls had had a naked boy in their charge, but it was the first time that they had seen a naked boy of such outstanding physical beauty. * The journey through endless corridors seemed interminable, as Peter walked naked between Jocelyn and Nicola; each girl guiding him with her hand flat against the small of his back. His face was a furious blush of deep red, as the girls deliberately used their authority in a casual and nonchalant manner. First Nicola and then Jocelyn would let their hand slide down over his buttocks, before giving him a gentle but humiliating slap on the bottom. "Come along... keep up Peter." He was acutely aware of his shamefully erect penis. He winced as it swung from side, slapping against his thighs as he walked. The gentle touch of their hands upon his waist, coupled with the proximity of their bodies, kept his reluctant sexual sensibilities to the fore. "Right Peter, we are going into the next door on the right... which is just around the next corner. I want you to stop for a moment so that we can make sure that you are presentable." Jocelyn had already made up her mind in which area of the corridor she was going to stop the boy. The corridor twisted from left to right through the building and Jocelyn knew that this particular area could not be seen from any of the doorways that led out into the throughway. Nicola leaned her head back and gave Jocelyn a knowing look. "Yes... we must make sure that you are presentable." She said as she just managed to stifle the giggle that had welled up inside her. "Now Peter please bend right over and touch your toes!" The casually spoken instruction had Peter blushing to an even deeper shade of red as he stood still, feeling utterly vulnerable between the two girls. Their hands suddenly pressed against the small of his back as they urged him to bend forward. "Come along... you can touch your toes... can't you Peter?" In a haze of embarrassment Peter slowly bent forward. He could feel his cheeks burning with the humiliation he was feeling. One of the girls smacked his bottom with a sharp slap. "Come along Peter, spread your legs as wide as you can... it will make it easier for you to touch your toes." Nicola stood back and looked at the boy as he spread his feet apart and touched his toes with the tips of his fingers. It was Jocelyn that smoothed her hand over the hillock of his buttocks, letting her cool fingers trail down between the crevice of his bottom cheeks. She let her hand rest for a moment before sliding her it sensuously and wickedly between his widely spread legs. She thrilled as she let her fingers tease the puckered skin of his scrotum before cupping his testicles in the palm of her hand. She felt another, far stronger, thrill run through her young body as the boy gasped in embarrassment at the sudden indignity. "Now keep still while Nicola parts your bottom cheeks to make sure that you are nice and clean... just like good little boys should be." Nicola ignored the groan of embarrassment that escaped from Peter's lips as he felt her fingertips slips between his buttocks. He gasped in shame and indignation as she nonchalantly stretched the quivering flesh so that his sphincter was totally exposed to her gaze. Jocelyn took a firmer grip of his scrotum as she extended the forefinger of her other hand and slid it downwards between the crevice of his bottom. She could feel him shiver as she scored her nail delicately over the puckered ring of flesh at the centre of his bottom. "Oh... oooh." He gasped as Jocelyn repeated the inspection, wiping over his sphincter with her finger several times as he shivered in humiliation. "Yes you're fine back here. I am just going to check behind your foreskin. You will have to stand up straight with both hands on your head. Quickly now..." She smacked his bottom with a sharp, open palmed, slap before releasing his testicles and standing back. Both girls watched as the boy struggled to contain his utter shame. Shivering with humiliation he straightened his body and slowly raised his hands and placed them on top of his head. Jocelyn and Nicola were both delighted that he had remained with his legs wide open. Jocelyn spoke again. "Right arch your back and look up while we both examine your naughty penis." She sighed in mock resignation as she moved to stand in front of him. "My, my, Peter... I just can't understand why young boys find it so hard to control their little penises." Her manner could not have been more casual as she moved closer and looked him in the eye. Her exquisite good looks unnerved him, he could even feel her sweet breath against his cheek as she spoke softly. "Now keep still and don't fidget while I examine you. Nicola... would you do the honours please?" Nicola bent down behind him and slipped both hands between his legs. Gently, she lifted his testicles and slid her other hand underneath the shaft of his penis. She heard him gasp as her fingers encircled the rigid flesh. Quickly she withdrew the foreskin, pulling it back until the skin was tight and the head of his penis was fully exposed. Her cheek was pressed against the boy's bottom as she held him with her fingers firmly grasped around the base of the shaft. She could feel his organ pulse as she stretched his skin tightly. Almost all of the throbbing head of his penis was left jutting outwards for Jocelyn to do with as she wished. "Oooohhh." Peter gasped in complete embarrassment as his penis was fully exposed. Jocelyn knelt down on one knee. She had an amused expression on her face as she touched his penis for the first time, tracing her fingers around the exposed rim of the glans. She saw the boy shudder as she deliberately scored her nails over the opening of the urethra. "Arggghhh. Peter gasped in anguish as she proceeded to deliberately stimulate the captured flesh, letting her fingers trail over and around the head of the glans penis. Both girls smiled to themselves when Peter shivered, unable to contain the anguish he felt as, to his utter humiliation, they stimulated his flesh. Jocelyn flattened her hand and held the outstretched palm against the very tip of his penis. She waited for a moment and then lightly moved her hand in a circular motion over the tip of the urethra. The boy immediately tried to push his bottom backwards in a concentrated effort to escape the exquisite torture. Nicola, who held him firmly, had anticipated his gyrations. He felt her squeeze his testicles and pull the captured orbs downwards, stretching his foreskin backwards as far as she could, while Jocelyn cruelly continued her torturous stimulation to the tip of his penis. "Oh, please miss... no more... oh please I can't stand it." His pleading and anguished cry was so loud that Jocelyn looked around to make sure that no one was approaching. Suddenly she felt his penis suddenly throb violently. She quickly took her palm away from the tip and watched anxiously until the throbbing subsided. She realised that they had stimulated the boy to the very brink of ejaculation. She placed both hands against his thighs and stood upright. She could see that his lips were trembling with sensation. He was blushing furiously as she took his hands and gently made him put his arms by his sides. "Now keep still, while I just have a look at you." Her voice was soft and gentle as she looked into his eyes. Even through his shame and anguish, Peter was mesmerised by the beauty of the young girl. The look of concern and tenderness upon her face captivated him.