4. Vicki's Story
Vicki could remember quite clearly the first moment when she realised her
unusual sexual inclination. Although at a mere eight years old, she did not
fully understand the implications of her sexual predilections, she had began to
have dreams in which she had made her nine year old brother strip naked in front
of her.
She was never able to rationalise the dreams but had always experienced an
inexplicable thrill each time she thought about them. Vicki kept her thoughts
and her dreams to herself and it was not until she was sixteen years old that
she began to understand some of her psyche.
Vicki and her brother Paul were very close and often played or read together
when they came home from grammar school. Vicki had noticed for a period of a few
months after her brothers seventeenth birthday that he would go to his room and
not emerge until tea-time. One day she had gone to his room only to find that
his door was closed.
She had bent down to the keyhole and looked into the room. At first she was
confused at what she saw. Her brother was laid naked on the bed, his back arched
and his hips thrust upward as he quickly slid his hand up and down the shaft of
his erect penis. Vicki watched enthralled as her brother masturbated.
She was even more intrigued as she watched jets of semen shoot from the tip of
his penis and land in a milky pool upon his chest and stomach.
She quietly and thoughtfully left her position at the door and went to her room.
She felt an excitement that she was unable to understand as she laid on her bed
and thought about what she had seen. She remembered quite vividly pressing her
hand hard between her legs and immediately experiencing her first orgasm. Over
the next few weeks she watched through the keyhole at every opportunity.
Vicki was a bright student at school and had an ordered an inquiring mind. Of
course she had heard all the sexual talk that goes on in school, but was not
content with the girl's talk of hearsay and innuendo.
She had one friend who she could trust. Veronica was head girl and although she
was in the year above Vicki they had become friends.
Vicki and Veronica were certainly the best looking girls in school and it was
perhaps the natural affinity of two extremely pretty girls that led to them
becoming friends. They both seemed to have the same views on a variety of
subjects and soon came to trust each other with their innermost thoughts and
secrets.
Even though Vicki trusted her friend implicitly she had still hesitated before
telling her about her brother.
It was a complete surprise and revelation to Vicki when Veronica suggested
punishing him.
"I have always fancied having someone so helpless that I could do what I like
with them. Blackmail is one of the oldest crimes, but it seems like a perfect
way of having some fun with your brother."
It was then that Vicki told Veronica of the dreams she had had from a young age.
She spared no detail and was amazed when Veronica told her that she had had
fantasies smacking and whipping both boys and girls.
"I don't think I am a sadist but I think it is a sexual turn on. I get wet every
time I think about it."
"But you don't mind which sex... I mean male or female."
"Of course not." Veronica replied. "They have to be good looking, but I decided
some time ago that I was never going to be one of those stupid girls that just
giggle and open their legs. I intend to be very much in charge of any
relationship I have. I can tell you now I have already planned my career in that
what ever I eventually decide to do, I will make sure that I am very much in
charge."
The girls laughed together, but Vicki had no delusions that Veronica had meant
what she said.
"Do you think I could get Paul in such a position as to do what I like with him
then Veronica"
"Easily, he seems quite sensitive, remember he is in my year, and where you are
quite practical, math's, physics etc. Paul is very much on the arts side and I
have always thought that he has a very sensitive nature."
Veronica looked at Vicki quite seriously and said. "It's a pity you can't get
something on that young maid of yours. I rather liked the look of her when I was
at your house the other day."
Vicki smiled at her friend. "I have got something over her, although I have done
nothing about it. I saw her hand washing some of mother's expensive underwear.
My parents are away and so I know it was Nancy who has been wearing my mother's
things."
"Well why don't we catch her out... and then we can really have some fun. What
do you think?"
Apart from catching the maid borrowing her mother's underwear they left their
plans in abeyance until the next term. Veronica, who was a keen sailor, had been
invited to take part in offshore racing in the south of England , so would be
away for the long summer holidays.
Vicki started to visit the British library and over the next few months explored
every textbook she could find on the male reproduction system. So intrigued was
she, that before long, she was reading books on the human sexual psyche as well
as books on anatomy and physiology. Vicki became absorbed in the subject and
decided that if she could obtain the necessary grades she would study medicine.
Her study of the human sexual psyche not only gave her an insight into practices
of young boys, but also helped her understand her own predilections and sexual
development. Vicki continued to watch her brother masturbate. She took great
care, not only to ensure that she was not discovered, but to carefully conceal
her new found knowledge from her brother.
Vicki bided her time before deciding how to convert her own longings and
feelings into some tangible form. She waited until her parents would be away for
several days, a practice their parents had increased in frequency as Vicki had
turned sixteen years of age and her brother Paul seventeen. Their parents
obviously enjoyed making short trips away together, leaving herself and her
brother at home to be looked after by their young maid.
Nancy was a young Philippine woman about twenty years old. She looked after the
cooking and cleaning of the household. Apart from preparing their meals while
their parents were away, Vicki saw very little of her. That was until Vicki
quite deliberately walked into her room and demanded that she strip and show her
underclothes. Vicki had checked her mother's drawers to make sure that the items
she suspected the maid was wearing were missing. She felt certain, as it was the
maid's night off and her parents were away, that she would be wearing them to go
out.
"Don't bother to lie to me." She had addressed the young maid. "Get
your clothes off now,"
She had watched fascinated as the young maid had stripped revealing, as Vicki
had guessed her mother's panties and bra. "Well get them off... you are not
posing for your boyfriend now!"
The maid had coloured up immediately as Vicki guessed correctly the reason for
her borrowing the garments.
Vicki watched as the maid shyly unhooked the bra, revealing plump rounded
breasts as she laid the garment on the bed.
"Don't dawdle if you want to keep your job, get those panties off now." The
maid's cheeks blushed an even deeper red as she slowly slid the panties over the
swell of her hips and down her pretty thighs. She stooped to take the panties
off and as she stood up, Vicki was delighted to note that her pubis was shaved
bare.
Vicki boldly stepped forward and cupped her hand between the woman's legs. The
pubis felt soft and plump as Vicki squeezed the mound of flesh gently. She felt
her middle finger slip between the lips of the labia as she caressed the soft
flesh.
"Wet with the anticipation of a night having it off with your boyfriend are
you." Vicki moved closer as she spoke and gently took the young woman's right
nipple between the fingers of her other hand. Well you will have to go without
mother's 'frillies' won't you. In fact I will give you something to wear, bend
over the bed now, before I change my mind about getting you sacked." Vicki was
quite confident that the maid would obey.
She turned towards the dresser and picked up her mother's hairbrush. When she
turned round she was delighted to see that the maid had bent over the bed, her
pretty rounded bottom was thrust upward in the perfect attitude for a spanking.
Without preamble, Vicki brought the hairbrush down three times in quick
succession across the soft flesh of the maids young bottom.
"arggghhh...pleeease...no more" The young maid wailed as Vicki gave her three
more strokes, taking delight in the feel and the sound of the wooden hairbrush
as it bit into the pliant flesh. "Arggghhh ooooooooooh, pleeeease nooo more.
The young maid wailed, her face pushing into the soft bedding as she wiggled her
hips and bottom, trying to ease the pain of the spanking. "I will let you off
with six for the moment, but I will be asking you to do something for me in the
near future." Vicki spoke quietly but with authority as she watched the young
woman writhe upon the bed.
"Just to make sure that you understand the nature of what I may ask you to do, I
want you to turn over and play with yourself until you have an orgasm." Vicki
could not think for the life of her where she had found the courage to ask such
a thing. The words seemed to have escaped from her mouth before she had had time
to think. She watched fascinated as the young maid turned over on the bed, her
bottom rubbing against the quilted covering as she tried to ease the pain in her
bottom.
"What shall I do Miss Vicki?" Her timidly spoken words accompanied by profusely
blushing cheeks. "You know perfectly well what to do, so do it... get those legs
spread well apart, come along now I haven't got all night. Vicki remembered well
how the blushing girl had timidly pressed her hand between her legs and gently
teased the lips of her labia apart. Slowly she had pushed he delicate fingers
between the plump folds of skin, soon abandoning herself to her own
ministrations.
Vicki had watched absolutely enthralled as the young woman began to gyrate her
hips, her fingers moving faster and faster between her legs as she brought
herself to a sexual climax. Vicki had leaned forward just as the girl began to
orgasm and casually took both of the girls nipples between her fingers,
squeezing them hard as she gasped and moaned with ecstasy. Vicki watched,
fascinated as the young maid's movements became less erratic, bending over her
she whispered.
"Remember you will do what I ask, when I ask it, without question... do you
understand. The young woman nodded as Vicki leaned forwards and kissed her on
the lips forcing her own tongue deep into the maid's open mouth.
Vicki had formulated her plan quite carefully and meticulously, so much so that
she was quite calm as she bent to the keyhole of the door to watch her brother.
She observed him as he stretched himself on the bed, his body already naked as
he began to fondle his penis. She waited patiently watching him stroke his hand
up and down the shaft of his penis until it became erect. Standing up, she quite
calmly opened the door of his bedroom and stepped inside. She thrilled as a look
of pure anguish and horror appeared on her brother's face. He tried to hide his
erection, grabbing the quilt cover and then turning over so that he was laid
face down. Vicki was quite calm as she delivered her well-rehearsed line.
"What on earth are you doing, why that's filthy Paul, how could you do something
like that?." She stood looking at him, his naked buttocks were clenched and his
hand was pressed between his body and the surface of the bed as he tried to
cover himself. There was a look of pure horror on his blushing face as he turned
his head towards her. Vicki looked at him coldly. "Look at you... you are still
touching yourself. Come to my room when you have calmed down or I will ring our
parents now!"
Vicki immediately turned towards the door and left the room before her brother
had time to answer. She slammed the door shut and grinning to herself, proceeded
to her bedroom.
Vicki sat at her desk and surveyed her room. She looked again at the low beam,
which ran across the ceiling of the bedroom.
The four-story town house was one of the best examples of Georgian architecture
within Chelsea and had been lovingly preserved in every detail by her parents.
Vicki had carefully laid out several items around the room, innocent in
themselves, but an essential part of her plan. Her skipping rope was casually
hanging from the bookshelf. A three-foot ruler was placed tidily on her desk
against the pens and crayons and she had added several items to the medicine
cabinet within her en-suite bathroom.
She turned to look at her reflection in the tall Victorian free-standing mirror
and was delighted with what she saw. She had carefully brushed her blonde hair
and had tied it back in a black velvet bow. She wore the white shirt and
navy-blue tie that was part of her school uniform.
She had removed her bra and noted that the nipples of her firm breasts were just
visible through the material of her shirt as she moved her body. Her pleated
skirt was short and reached to mid-thigh, revealing most of her pretty legs. She
wore a little makeup, which she had carefully applied to accent her petite
features. Her total appearance was one of a well-groomed pretty young girl, but
with a subtle hint of both sexiness and severity.
She looked up from her desk to see her brother enter her room. He was wearing a
pair of jeans and T-shirt. She noted that he must have dressed hurriedly as he
had slipped his bare feet into a pair of moccasins and had not fastened his
belt. His face was bright red and he looked down rather than at his sister as he
shuffled, shamefaced into the room.
"You might well look like that, I cannot believe what I just saw you doing...
you didn't even lock your door, so I suppose you wanted the extra thrill of
doing it in front of me or the maid. Was that it?" Vicki was well aware that the
last thing Paul had in mind was to get caught out, but she also knew that the
extra accusation would lend further credibility to her actions.
"Please Vicki, I sorry I had no idea you would come into my room... and you know
that there is no key to the door, please don't ring our parents, I couldn't bear
it if they were to find out... I couldn't face them."
"What you were doing was disgraceful... and playing with yourself... that is
worse than being a homosexual... it is just depraved. If you had been with a
girl I could understand you being aroused, but on your own touching yourself...
urgh how awful."
Paul although a year older than his sister was completely taken aback by her
words. He felt utterly stupid and ashamed and at a loss for words.
"I am sorry I promise I will never do it in the house again... I promise."
"You are right there.." Vicki looked at him, her face cold and scathing. "You
will never play with yourself again if I have anything to do with it."
"Please don't ring Mum and Dad... I couldn't bear them to find out." Paul's
voice was almost pleading as he looked sheepishly at his sister.
Vicki looked at him and watched him drop his head in shame. "Look at me Paul and
listen to me carefully. I am not going to let you off the hook... what you were
doing to yourself is called self-abuse. It was dirty, disgusting and degrading.
I am going to make you an offer, I will make it only once and it is not
negotiable... do you understand.?"
There was a slight look of relief on her brother's face as he looked down at
her. Vicki kept her demeanor firm and severe. She knew that he would accept
anything rather than have his parents find out what he had been doing. Vicki at
the same time wanted to make sure that his attitude would be acquiescent and
malleable.
"Please Vicki... anything rather than tell Mum and Dad. I could never face them
again."
Vicki raised her head and looked her brother straight in the eye. "O.K. Listen
to me... don't speak until I have finished and then you may say whether you
accept or not. If you do not accept I will immediately telephone our parents. Do
you understand?"
Paul shuffled his feet and nodded towards his sister. He felt utterly stupid and
yet surprised and nervously impressed by his sister's attitude. Like older
brothers he had given his younger sister little thought. He was now being
subjected to a mature attitude he had not known she possessed.
"Right... the alternative is that you will be punished by me, not just punished
but humiliated too. If you protest at any part of it, I will take it that you do
not agree to it and I will immediately revert back to a telephone call to Mum
and Dad. I am not going to tell you what the punishment is, or go into any other
details. You may answer me now with a simple... Yes I accept or no I do not."
Paul looked at her and without hesitation said. "Yes I accept."
"Right, take your shirt and jeans off and give me your belt. Don't even think of
protesting or hesitating." She watched as her brother blushed profusely, his
cheeks burning bright red as he looked at her in shock.
Vicki placed her hand over the telephone on her desk as she observed her
brother's acute dilemma. She was aware that getting past this point was crucial.
She felt a thrill run through her body as he began to unbutton his shirt. She
kept her hand on the telephone as he continued undressing, eventually standing
before her in his boxer shorts. He stepped forward and placed his belt on her
desk.
Vicki immediately stood up and taking the belt moved around her desk. She
quickly took the belt and moved in front of her brother. Within a few minutes
she had bound his wrists with the belt and led him to the middle of the room
below the timber beam. She made him stand on a small stool while she hooked the
belt that was left between his wrists over the old iron cleat.
The iron cleat protruded two inches out from the beam and was about nine inches
tall. As the strap was placed over the cleat, Paul was able to drop his wrists
as the strap slid between the iron and the beam.
"You may step down now." She told him, watching him tentatively search for the
floor with his bare feet.
Once he was stood on the floor,she took the stool away and stood behind him. His
body was stretched between floor and ceiling with just enough slack to allow his
knees to bend.
"Stand still or I will tie your feet." Her sharp command caused Paul to try and
look behind him. She noted that he could only twist his body slightly, making
the effort futile. He hung his head on his chest, aware for the first time that
he was helplessly fastened.
Vicki walked around to face him. She noted the dejected expression on his face
as he looked at her helplessly. She would have liked to have stripped him naked
before she had tied him up, further adding to his humiliation. She knew however
that this would have caused protestation and delay.
She continued walking around him aware of his trepidation at what his punishment
might be. She stood behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder. His body
jerked at the sudden contact. She smoothed her hand down his back to his waist.
"Not so cocky now are we, my little 'masturbater'." She quickly hooked her
fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to his knees.
Before he had time to protest, she had them down to his ankles. "Lift your
foot... quickly now!" Without waiting she lifted his feet one by one, taking the
shorts from around his ankles.
She stood up and threw the shorts onto the desk behind her. She leaned forward
and picked up the long ruler. She moved to his side so that she was just within
his peripheral vision. Without preamble she raised the ruler and brought it down
hard across the top of his buttocks.
Paul jerked his body as though he had been electrocuted. He threw his head back
and yelled with pain. His body twisted from side to side, his thighs rubbing
together, trying to rid himself of the pain. Vicki walked in front of him and
stood looking at him dispassionately. After a few moments he stopped writhing
and looked at his sister.
"That really hurt, I'm on fire." He almost sobbed as he looked at her. Vicki
smiled and looked down at his genitals, noting that his penis was flaccid. It
was the first time she had really been able to look at his naked body and she
took the opportunity to leisurely examine him from head to toe.
Paul blushed profusely as he realised where she was looking and attempted to
hide his genitals from her gaze by pressing his thighs together.
"I don't think you are going to behave yourself are you Paul. I think I had
better tie you a little better than I have, what do you think?"
Paul hung his head and groaned. "That really hurt, I couldn't bear another one
like that... I couldn't bear the pain."
His tone was pleading as he looked at his younger sister. Vicki was delighted
with the sight before her... her reality far better than any dream she had had.
She looked up at her brother and raising her arm lifted his chin with the end of
the rule. "You had better mend your ways then hadn't you Paul. I am going to
leave you for a moment, so that you may reflect on your hurt."
Vicki walked behind the naked boy and laid the rule on the desk. She walked from
the bedroom leaving the door wide open. She crossed to her brothers bedroom and
searching around his room, located the weights for his barbells. She picked up
two medium weights and carried them back to her bedroom. She placed them about
four feet apart behind her brother's legs. Quickly she took the skipping rope
from her bookshelf and threaded the handle of the rope through the hole of the
barbell weight and tied the end. Making a double loop she took hold of his
ankle.
"Place you feet as far apart as you can get them, come on now or I will give you
another stroke of the ruler." She ignored her brother's groans and protestations
as she looped the skipping rope around his ankle. Leaving loose rope on the
floor between his legs, she pushed his other ankle towards the second weight,
stretching his legs wide apart. She tied a second loop and knotted it before
passing the end of the rope through the weight and tying it. She stood up, her
chest heaving with the recent effort and stood back to examine her handiwork.
She noted that a livid wheal had appeared across the top of his buttocks. She
had not meant to hit him so hard or cause so much pain, but she had had no
experience to ascertain how hard to swing the ruler.
She noted that his body was trembling as she walked around him. His feet were
now slightly further back than his shoulders and she noted with glee that his
genitals hung down freely between his widely spread legs.
He raised his head to look at her as she once more stood facing him. His face
was flushed and his forehead was wet with perspiration, she raised her hand and
stoked his cheek before speaking gently to him.
"Right we are going to have a little question and answer session. If I think you
are being evasive or untruthful I will give you another smack across your bare
bottom, do you understand me?"
Paul looked at her his expression almost dazed as he hung from the beam. He
blushed once more at her words.
Vicki walked around to the desk and picked up the long ruler. She moved to stand
at his side. She gently tapped his buttocks with the ruler. "Can you feel this
Paul." She tapped the centre of his buttocks, causing him to clench the muscles.
"Yes, please don't hit me again."
"This is not part of your punishment... in fact I don't believe I have told you
how many strokes you are going to get. What ever you get now will be on top of
what I originally intended to give you, so I would think twice before you lie to
me."
Paul hung his head he seemed unable to protest anymore. Vicki smiled to her self
as she tapped his buttocks once more.
"How many times a day do you masturbate? Don't lie to me, or you will have
another mark on this bare bottom of yours." Vicki realised the shame he was
feeling each time she mentioned his nakedness. "Come along the truth now."
"er... twice..." His voice was almost a croak as he answered her.
Vicki was fairly sure that this was true. From what she had read she knew that
most males woke up with an erection or erected very soon after waking. She also
knew that Paul liked to linger in bed in the mornings and so presumed that this
was when he masturbated.
"When do you do it, come on answer me."
"er... in the mornings... and sometimes at night or when I get home from
school." His face was suffused in red from his embarrassment.
Vicki paused for a moment before delivering her final and most embarrassing
question.
"Who or what do you think about while you are doing it."
Vicki watched the look of anguish appear on her brothers face. He twisted his
head to try and look at her. "er... I don't think of anything really... I j'just
erm do it."
Vicki knew this to be a lie, not only was it obvious from his hesitation and the
evasiveness of his answer, but she also knew he had a crush on Veronica.
Vicki smiled to her self as she thought he could not have made a worse choice.
She raised the ruler and swung it against the very centre of his buttocks. She
was careful to limit the force of the blow, but still surprised to see the
violence of his reaction. She thrilled as his hips jerked forward, his penis and
testicles swinging backwards and forwards between his widely stretched legs as
he tried to alleviate the pain.
"You might as well tell me the truth, I can go on all night if necessary, so I
would think again before you lie to me."
Paul groaned, he looked utterly humiliated as he tried to turn his head towards
his sister.
"Do I have to say... please I am so embarrassed."
Vicki raised the rule but instead of striking him she held it threateningly.
"It's Veronica... erm Veronica Soames."
Vicki smiled to herself. "So you have been lusting after the head girl at school
have you and then you have insulted her by doing your dirty deeds every day. How
degrading for her, I have a good mind to tell her."
"Oh please Vicki don't. I really am sorry I promise I will never do it again...
pleeeease don't tell her."
"I afraid that you are in no position to plead for my discretion, instead you
had better prepare yourself for your punishment. In view of the affront to my
best friend I am afraid that the first part of you punishment is going to be
very painful for you. You only have yourself to blame so take it like a brave
boy."
Vicki realised the effect her words would have upon him as she watched his face
colour into a deep red blush. "Get that bottom up as far as you can." She
watched as Paul tried to push his bottom backwards, his hips quivering with fear
and trepidation.
"I am going to give you eight hard strokes... brace yourself." Vicki could not
contain the thrill she felt between her legs as she raised the ruler and brought
it down in an arc against the firm plump flesh of Paul's bottom,
"creaaaaccck" The ruler bit cruelly into the bare flesh.
Again a thrill raced through her loins as the boy's body arched in pain, his
penis and testicles swinging upwards, the pain coursing through his buttocks.
Vicki did not hesitate. She raised the ruler and brought it down across the
centre of his buttocks. She gave him no respite until she had delivered eight
hard strokes, striping his buttocks from the base of his spine to the sensitive
juncture between his bottom and the top of his thighs. She felt herself orgasm
as the boy screamed with pain as she delivered the last stroke. She pressed her
legs together as wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through her body, his
screams echoing in her ears as she relished her private pleasure.
She watched fascinated as Paul's body bucked and trembled violently in an
attempt to rid himself of the pain. His mouth was open wide, taking in gulps of
air between his anguished groans.
Vicki quickly put down her ruler and moved to his side, pressing her body close
to his she laid her hand gently across the cheeks of his bottom and whispered in
his ear. "There my poor baby, did I hurt you.... My... you are in a state. She
placed the flat of her other hand against his heaving chest, slowly caressing
the flesh as she let the hand slide down until her palm was over the pubic hair
above his penis. Deliberately she moved her hand lower, stroking the soft flesh
of his penis before taking cupping her hand under his testicles. She pulled them
forward and squeezed gently as slipped her other hand between the cheeks of his
bottom. Even through the intense pain, Paul jerked his body in anguish and
embarrassment as she handled him so familiarly.
"Please.... d'' don't." Paul blushed profusely as he felt her fingers slip
intimately between the cheeks of his bottom. He felt her press her forefinger
against the sensitive sphincter of his bottom as she deliberately squeezed his
testicles.
Vicki pushed the tip of her forefinger into the opening of his bottom, at the
same time letting go of his testicles, she took a firm hold of his flaccid
penis. She felt his entire body shiver as she pulled the skin of the foreskin
back to reveal the sensitive glans. "Not feeling quite so naughty now are we?"
She whispered to him as she began to manipulate his foreskin, drawing the timid
flesh backwards and forwards over the sensitive nerve ends of the glans.
Vicki pressed her breast against his body as she continued to manipulate his
foreskin. Her delicate fingers expertly coaxing the timid flesh. "Why Paul I do
believe your penis is beginning to erect. What sort of behaviour is that for a
young boy?"
Paul could only moan incoherently as Vicki quickened her strokes. Her finger
nails occasionally scoring over the underside of his penis as it began to erect.
"What is this then..." Vicki deliberately drew attention to his penis, causing
the boy to look down reluctantly as she took a firmer hold upon his penis and
quickly pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go.
Paul could only mutter, his voice thick with emotion as Vicki brought his penis
to a full erection. The rigid flesh stood out from his body as she played with
his penis. She pushed the forefinger of her hand harder against the opening of
his sphincter, thrilling as she felt it slide up into his bottom.
"Arggghhh" Paul gasped as he felt the slender finger penetrate his bottom. His
body trembled as his sister played with the very core of his emotions, The fire
is his bottom seemed to accent his sexual arousal. He had never experienced any
sensation to compare with what he felt now. Every touch every caress brought him
to new heights of sexual sensation. His body was stretched taught, every sinew
strained as his sister expertly used her hands upon his body.
Suddenly she withdrew her hand from his bottom and quickly took a thick rubber
band from her skirt pocket. Holding his penis firmly, she pulled the foreskin
back along the shaft and slipped the band over the head of the penis, pulling it
downwards over the rigid flesh until it was wrapped tightly around the very base
of the shaft.
She stood back and picked up the heavy ruler. A thrill ran through her body as
she moved to stand facing him. Placing her legs astride she looked at the naked
boy before her. Extending the ruler, she tapped his penis in an upward motion,
the wood making a slapping sound against the underside of the engorged flesh..
"Well my dear Paul, just look at you." She heard him groan as he dropped his
head, his embarrassment clearly written all over his face.
"Look at me Paul." Her words were spoken with a firm tone as she observed the
look of anguish upon his face.
Paul lifted his head and looked at his sister. His face was bright red and his
lips were trembling as involuntarily, he met her gaze. A tear rolled down his
cheek as Vicki once more tapped his erect penis with the wooden rule.
"You chose to expose yourself to me... now you are forced to do it, you are not
quite so happy are you?" Paul trembled before her, every muscle in his body
strained with sensation as he looked at his younger sister. He could not help
noticing her trim figure, her young breasts pressing against the crisp white
shirt of her uniform as she moved towards him. He trembled as she deliberately
extended her arm and gripped the tip of his penis with her slender fingers.
"This... my dear Paul will get you into a lot of trouble if you are not
careful., although come to think of it, you seem to be in a lot of trouble
already.!"
She carefully pushed the foreskin back, stretching the skin tightly. Paul
groaned in anguish at the utter humiliation. He felt totally exposed and unable
to control the absolute anguish he felt.
He felt his body begin to tremble uncontrollably as Vicki stretched the skin of
his foreskin back along the shaft of his penis. He felt his penis begin to
throb, nothing in his experience had prepared him for the sensation he was now
feeling. She quickly took another elastic band from her pocket and slipped it
over the head of his erect organ. She pushed it down the shaft until the
foreskin was held back, leaving the glans fully exposed.
Abruptly Vicki released his penis and cupped his testicles, squeezing them
gently before taking her hand away and standing back to look at the naked boy.
"I promised that you would be humiliated and punished Paul. I am afraid that
there is worse to come. Look at yourself, your penis is quite exposed, what a
sight you look. Look at me Paul, while I am talking to you."
Paul reluctantly met his sister's steady gaze. He blushed immediately as their
eyes met. He could feel the heat in his cheeks as she observed him, coolly
appraising his body. Paul could only watch in horror as she looked him up and
down. Her gaze resting on his erect penis. He could only groan in anguish as she
casually flicked the end of his penis with her fingers. His erection seemed to
be beyond his control, the elastic bands holding him firmly and accentuating his
utter helplessness.
"I am going to let you stand there, looking utterly foolish while I decide what
form your humiliation will take."
Paul groaned as she spoke, horribly aware of just how helpless and humiliated he
felt. He looked at Vicki, his face flushed and full of anguish. His voice was
almost pleading as he spoke. "Please Vicki... no more please..." His body
trembled with emotion as he tried to speak.
Vicki looked at him her face passive. She stood with her legs astride, her
breasts pushed against the crisp white cotton of her blouse as she placed her
hands behind her back.
"I am going to humiliate you, as you have humiliated me. You have been let off
the worst of your punishment by my silence. I should have told our parents...
and I decided not to. But you are going to be humiliated. I am going to leave
you for a while, so you may use the time to reflect upon what you have done."
She moved towards him and cupped his chin in her hand.
Looking into his eyes she placed her other hand between his legs and gently took
hold of his testicles, delicately moving the soft balls within his scrotum. She
watched him blush profusely as she held him. "You need to be taken in hand
Paul... and I am going to make sure that you are."
Vicki deliberately squeezed his testicles and then moved away from him. Silently
she walked behind him and out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Paul was in anguish, his whole body trembled as he stood spread-eagled. He could
not help looking down at his penis, which jutted out in front of him. His
erection held in limbo by the elastic bands, which she had placed around the
shaft.
His thoughts were in turmoil, he could neither think straight nor stop the
trembling of his body. The pain in his buttocks reminding him of his utter
humiliation as he vainly tried to control his emotions. He began to weep, unable
to contain the tears that welled up in his eyes and rolled down on to his
cheeks.
It was twenty minutes later that the three girls entered the room. Veronica had
hardly been able to contain her excitement when Vicki had phoned her to tell of
her success in manipulating the boy so easily. Veronica had dressed in a white
cotton shirt, her firm breasts unfettered beneath the crisply ironed garment.
Her hair was tied back into a bun at the back of her head. Groomed to
perfection, her hair shone with health. She had carefully chosen her clothes, as
had Vicki, to a studied effect of innocence. Her pleated navy skirt cut just
above the knee, displaying her long tanned legs. She had walked the short
distance to Vicki's house deliberately quelling the excitement she felt.
Veronica had walked into the room first. Behind her Vicki was prodding a
reluctant maid in the back. Nancy had been told of Vicki's plans that morning
and had been reluctant to take part, until Vicki had reminded her that if she
refused, she would accuse her of stealing her mothers clothes.
Vicki had painstakingly instructed the maid in what she would be required to do
and had made sure that she would obey her to the letter. Nancy was carrying a
small stainless steel dish, which Vicki had asked her to fetch from the kitchen.
The three girls stood behind the naked boy. Veronica admiring his lithe body,
noted with glee the wheals across his buttocks where her friend and laid her
ruler.
Paul, had heard movement behind him but was unable to turn his head. His face
was red and tear stained, his bottom lip trembling as he heard the familiar
voice of Veronica Soames.
"So Paul, you have been a naughty boy have you, playing with yourself while
imagining all sorts of filthy thoughts about me. Is that what you have been
doing?" Veronica observed the boy's buttocks clench as he heard her voice.
Paul shook and trembled in utter humiliation as he realised that Veronica
Soames, was not only present in the room, but that she could see his naked body.
In horror he looked down at himself, blushing profusely as he saw that his penis
was still semi-erect. He trembled in abject humiliation as her heard footsteps.
He turned his head as far as he could to the side, his eyes pleading to be
spared his utter humiliation. He watched as she came within his view. Her pretty
face turned towards him as she walked around and stood facing his naked body.
"Well Paul, what have you got to say for yourself. What a nasty young boy you
have been. Vicki has told me all about it, so don't try and deny any part of
it." Veronica sharpened her tone. "Look at me, when I am speaking to you, have
you no manners either,"
Veronica was well aware of every nuance of the boy's utter humiliation. She
thrilled as he raised his head, his eyes betraying his utter helplessness as he
reluctantly met her steady gaze.
His horror was such that he almost fainted as she moved towards him and
deliberately took a firm hold of his penis. She looked straight into his eyes as
she squeezed the timid flesh, noting him wince with acute embarrassment as her
fingers encircled his penis.
"Is this what you imagined me doing, holding your penis and moving your foreskin
up and down until you cum. Is that it Paul?"
Paul groaned... his humiliation complete as she gently slipped the rubber bands
off his penis, and took a firmer hold of his soft flesh.
He tired to turn his body away from her, but was unable to move more than a few
inches as she placed her other hand between his widely spread legs and gently
cupped his testicles.
Paul almost stood on tiptoe as she caressed the soft sensitive skin of his
scrotum, jiggling the testes around within the sac as she looked into his eyes.
"Do you feel quite so cocky now...mmm answer me you naughty little boy." Her
hands busied themselves on his penis and testicles as she waited for his reply.
Paul could hardly speak, his throat felt dry and his lips trembled as he tried
to form the words.
"er.. er... n'no... em" His voice trailed off as she squeezed firmly before
letting go of him.
"You may address me as Miss. I think you have already been far too familiar in
your attitude towards me, don't you think?" Her deliberate questioning of him
was designed to cause the maximum amount of embarrassment.
Paul groaned as he raised his head and looked at her, his body almost weary with
the humiliation he was feeling. He watched her look down at his penis, unable to
stop himself following her gaze. To his horror he realised that his penis was
now fully erect.
Paul managed to raise his head and look at her. Veronica was stood with her feet
apart. Her hands were clasped behind her back, accenting the firm pressure of
her breasts against the crisp cotton shirt. He managed to speak, his face
turning an even deeper red as his voice croaked an answer.
"er... no Miss... I am so sorry." He stammered his reply, his body trembling
with emotion as he watched Vicki and the maid walk around him and stand beside
Veronica.
Vicki looked at him, the excitement she felt hidden behind her firm tone. "I
will not prolong this any more than I have to Paul." She looked across at her
friend Veronica and then back to the helpless naked body of her brother.
"I have decided that you will never ever play with yourself again. I would hate
to think you were touching yourself or having filthy thoughts about my best
friend." She looked towards Veronica, their eyes meeting for the briefest of
moments and yet in that time conveying a sense of victory to each other. Vicki
turned back to Paul and continued.
"I realise that young boys build up semen in their testicles and that you are
obviously no exception. Just look at the way your penis is sticking out." Paul
blushed and averted his eyes from his sister's gaze as she deliberately and
carefully chose her words to cause the maximum amount of embarrassment to him.
"I am not prepared to take your word that you will never masturbate in this
house again and so I am going to take you firmly in hand." Again Vicki chose
words that would cause the maximum amount of embarrassment. "Therefore I have
instructed Nancy to milk you of your semen twice a day. She will, under my, or
occasionally Veronica's supervision, masturbate you once in the morning and once
after school. You will NOT touch yourself ever again while you are under this
roof. Do you understand?"
Paul could hardly believe his ears, he was near to fainting as his sister spoke
to him again. "I have decided that in return for your humiliating behaviour and
embarrassing display in front of me, that Veronica will watch while Nancy
extracts your semen from you now. I hope this will teach you a lesson. I want
your word that you will never touch or play with your own penis again while you
are living here. Come along answer me... I still have the ruler if you would
like Veronica to see you get another smack bottom."
Paul groaned, desperately trying to take charge of his emotions. His trembling
lips whispering, "I promise" as his face blushed to an almost purple hue. His
body was shaking and trembling as he watched Vicki reach into her pockets and
pull out a pair of surgical gloves. His whole body shook and trembled as he
watched her draw them on to her dainty hands, snapping the soft rubber against
her wrists and smoothing the thin rubber over her fingers. She reached into the
metal tray that the maid was holding and took a tube of lubricant, which she
daintily spread onto the fingers of her right hand.
"Now I understand that the prostrate gland is very sensitive to stimulus, so
while Nancy is manipulating your penis, I shall insert my finger into your
bottom."
Paul gasped as he heard her words, his whole body was in shock as Veronica took
the tray from the maid and led her to stand in front of him. Vicki looked at
Nancy and spoke sternly. "We will have no false modesty... so come along girl
take hold of him and get to work, Veronica will catch his semen in the dish."
Vicki watched as Nancy almost timidly took hold of the boy's penis. Her fingers
wrapping delicately around the erect flesh as she raised her other hand... and
looking to Vicki for confirmation, gently cupped her hand under his testicles.
Vicki quickly walked around the naked boy and quickly delivered three stinging
smacks to his bottom. The flesh jiggling under the force of her hand and his
buttocks immediately showed the imprint of her rubber glove.
"Relax your buttocks... I won't tell you again." Vicki slipped her hand between
his bottom cheeks and quickly located the sphincter. She teased the tight
orifice, feeling him squirm as she slipped her forefinger up into him. She could
feel the muscle close around her finger as she gently probed with her fingertip,
finding his prostate almost immediately.
Veronica looked at Nancy, noting how the girl seemed to have lost her
inhibitions as she worked the foreskin up and down the shaft of the young boy's
penis. "Now Nancy tell me when he is about to come, I don't want to sully
Vicki's bedroom by having semen over the floor."
Nancy spoke, as her hands increased their tempo upon the boy's timid flesh.
"I'll know when he is going to come Miss." Her fingers now expertly coaxing the
erect member to a greater stiffness than Paul had ever known before.
He could not contain his emotions, he gasped and groaned as the fingers of the
maid and that of his sister seemed to inflame his whole body. He grunted as
Vicki smoothed her finger over the sensitive prostate gland, pushing her entire
finger up into his bottom.
"Arrggggghhhhh... arrrrrggghhh." Paul groaned as he felt his impending climax,
his whole nervous system aflame with humiliation and sexual sensation. He could
not help the involuntary jerking of his hips as he ejaculated.
"arrggggggghhhhhh... oooooooohhhhhhhhh." He grunted and groaned as Nancy aimed
his penis at the waiting dish. Veronica held the dish with one hand as she
reached forward and pinched the boy's nipple, just as he ejaculated.
He moaned and groaned, almost in a dead faint, as Nancy milked every drop of
semen, her fingers expertly drawing up the rigid shaft of his penis, coaxing the
last globs of semen from deep within him.
He was hardly aware of what was happening as the girls untied him and led him to
a straight-backed chair. His whole body felt drained, his humiliation so acute
that his body trembled from head to foot as he sat there, his hands in his lap
as he covered his genitals.
It was some time later that Vickie spoke to him. "Stand up and put you hands on
your head. I am going to inform you of what lies in store for you from now on."
Almost wearily he stood up, looking pleadingly at the three girls as he raised
his hands and placed them on top of his head.
"Tomorrow at seven thirty prompt ... and each subsequent morning, you will,
stand naked by your bed. Veronica or myself will supervise Nancy in extracting
your semen from you.
For your information we will use various methods, one of which I have read
about, will entail you kneeling on your bed, while either Veronica or myself
insert a finger into your bottom and manipulate your prostate gland. Nancy of
course will masturbate you so that your semen is caught in a dish placed below
you. If you object or refuse to obey any of my, or Veronica's instructions you
will be thrashed and of course I will tell my parents what you were doing
earlier this evening.
"There is one other thing... as I, or perhaps Veronica will have to insert a
finger up into your bottom, I have instructed Nancy on how to prepare and
deliver an enema. As Nancy may be alone with you while she is doing this, I have
instructed her to smack your bottom should you not obey her instantly. Do you
understand?"
Vicki placed her hand between his legs and held his testicles firmly. "Come
along answer me...yes or no, I don't want to hear any other word from you." Paul
looked at his sister shamefacedly, he could barely stammer the word "Yes" as his
sister took hold of his penis with her other hand, her delicate fingers
squeezing hard against the soft flesh.
"Right you may go to your room and shower. Then I want you to lay face down on
your bed. Veronica will be through later to smack your naughty bottom."
Paul looked aghast as his sister informed him of her plans. Paul opened his
mouth to protest, but was stopped by the sharp squeeze of his sister fingers
upon his genitals.
"Off you go and think yourself lucky that you are not facing our parents right
now and explaining you actions to them."
Vicki let go of him and placing her hand on his hip turned him towards the door.
She could not resist slapping his naked bottom as he stumbled forward, almost
blinded by his embarrassment.
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