The Date

Andrea placed her hands upon his burning face and turned his head towards her. Quickly she tilted her head down and kissed him earnestly on his trembling lips. "Thank you Peter," she whispered, "you are such a brave boy and partly because of that... and your gallantry, I would really love to see you again." She turned and walked along the hallway to the stairs, slowly ascending the staircase without looking back.

Mrs. Mountford looked at the young boy, feeling a sudden thrill run through her body as she held up her hand to stifle any protestations. She spoke again. "Not another word Peter. Off you go... I will be through in a few moments to punish you. You will find a clothes hanger behind the door. Please use it for your suit and put the rest of your clothes on one of the chairs. I want you to stand in the middle of the room and wait for me. I expect you to be ready within five minutes."

Blindly Peter stumbled towards the dark wooden door. He turned the handle and walked through. His mind was in turmoil, nothing in his young life had prepared him for such embarrassment and humiliation. He felt stupid and embarrassed beyond his worst nightmare. It had all happened so quickly that he couldn't quite believe what was happening to him.

Peter closed the door behind him and looked around the brightly lit room. He felt near to tears as he glanced around the opulent office. There was a large desk at the end of the room and several leather sofas against the walls, which were completely lined with bookcases apart from one other doorway. The second doorway surrounded a large hardwood door, which was ajar.

Peter could see only blackness beyond the opening of the doorway. A patterned carpet filled the open space in the middle of the room, the colours looking vibrant beneath the bright lamps of the modern light fitting, which hung from the centre of the ceiling. Several hard-backed chairs were placed around the front of the desk. The desk surface itself, which was covered in green hand-tooled leather, was bereft of clutter having only a telephone and desk-pad upon its surface.

Peter turned towards the door behind him and saw a wooden coat-hanger which was hanging from a brass hook. He felt completely foolish and humiliated as he began to loosen his bow-tie. His mind raced with the sudden realisation of his predicament and thoughts of his impending punishment. He was almost delirious with shame and anguish as he stripped down to his boxer shorts. He felt a tear run down his cheek as he placed his socks inside his shoes and moved to stand in the middle of the room. He could not believe how utterly stupid and gauche he felt as he stood on the patterned carpet, naked except for his boxer shorts.

As soon as Andrea had heard Peter close the door behind him, she immediately rushed up the rest of the flight of stairs. It took but a moment for her to shed her evening dress and place it on her bed. Her beautiful body was naked beneath, except for a sheer pair of panties, which she quickly removed. She took the white, semi-transparent baby-doll nightdress and matching panties, which she had laid out earlier and carefully put them on, checking her appearance in front of her floor length mirror. She noted that the neat small vee of blonde hair, which she had deliberately left unshaved above her pubis, could be seen through the material of her panties.

Her bare breasts pressed against the diaphanous material and to her delight, she saw that the pink aureoles of her nipples were clearly visible. She twirled around, smiling wickedly to herself as the almost transparent nightdress lifted to reveal her bared midriff. She leaned forward to her dressing table and squirted a mist of Chanel No: 5 over the deep cleavage of her breasts before leaving the room for the second staircase. This was a small auxiliary staircase would lead her down to the rear of the office to which Peter had been sent. Having descended the staircase, it took only moments for her to reach the corridor, which had been left deliberately unlit. She tiptoed stealthily on her bare feet, carefully controlling her breathing as she felt her way towards the leather office chair she had placed in the corridor, exactly opposite the half opened door.

She could see Peter quite clearly as he struggled with his clothes. Her heart skipped a beat as he moved to stand in the centre of the room. She had already made certain that no-one from inside the room could see beyond the doorway and yet as he looked towards her she had an anxious moment. Reassuring herself that he could not possibly see beyond the door, she settled herself comfortably in her chair to observe him.

Her assumptions of his physical good looks were entirely accurate. His body was perfectly proportioned and firm, without having the hard muscular build of the jocks and football players, which she despised. She could see that his upper body was entirely suffused in a mighty blush as he stood trembling on the ornate carpet. His legs trembled as he looked around the room. She could see him anxiously glance towards the door as heard movements outside. Her eyes focussed on the bulge beneath his shorts. 'Perhaps he is a little bigger than I gave him credit for,' she thought.

Cynthia Mountford checked her appearance in the hall mirror. She had loosened the two top buttons of her blouse and had put on a thin rubber apron, which she often used at the hospital to protect her uniform. The ebony-backed hairbrush, which she held in her hand, glistened as she turned it so that the wooden-back was turned towards her.

Sheila moved to stand beside her. She had changed out of her business suit and now wore a starched white sheer cotton tunic dress, which was her normal attire at the hospital. Around her neck was a hung a stethoscope, the red tubes trailing down sexily between her breasts to the shiny chromium diaphragm. The hem of the dress finished at mid-thigh allowing her long lightly-tanned legs to move freely as she stood astride and faced the mirror. Cynthia turned to look at Sheila and whispered to her. "I think our young man will get the shock of his life when he sees you walk in."

Peter trembled and blushed as he heard the door open behind him. He turned to look backwards, his eyes opening wide in surprise as Sheila walked through. He blushed immediately as she looked him at him. She could see his surprise at her nursing tunic and the stethoscope around her neck. "I am just going to check that you don't have a heart problem Peter, don't worry it is only a precaution. Now turn around and face the other door and stand up straight with your hands upon your head."

Peter flushed to an even deeper shade of red as, unsteadily; he turned towards the open door at the far end of the room.

"Come along, hands upon your head." She could see that he was trembling from head to foot as he turned away from her and hesitantly placed, first one hand and then the other on top of his head. Sheila risked a quick smile over his shoulder towards the open doorway, wondering whether Andrea had taken her place yet. She placed her hand upon his back, feeling him shudder at the first cool contact of her palm against his bare flesh. Gently she placed the cold metal of the stethoscope flat against his back. She saw goose-bumps appear on his smooth flesh as she spoke to him. Her voice was soft and gentle.

"Breathe in, there's a good boy... hold your breath for a moment, I will tell you when you can breathe out." Peter stood still, his whole body trembling and his heart beating wildly as Sheila ran the stethoscope over his back.

Deliberately Sheila held his waist with her other hand, knowing that even as nervous as he was, her touch would eventually arouse him. She moved around to the front of him and looked him in the eyes. "Take a deep breath please Peter." She ran the stethoscope over his chest as the same time laying the palm of her other hand over his left breast. She let her hand move slowly, feeling the nub of his nipple harden under her palm as she moved the ice-cold stethoscope over his wildly-beating heart.

He was shivering as she stood back and looked into his blushing face. "You are fine Peter. I am just going to check that you do not have muscle strain or a hernia before Mrs. Mountford comes to smack your little bottom." She watched his face flush to an even deeper shade of red at her words, knowing that in a moment he would absolutely die of shame.

"Now stand up straight and arch your back, I can't stand to see little boys slouching." She could feel his nervousness as she moved behind him and bent down on one knee. Making sure that she could accomplish her task before he had time to protest or hinder her, she reached out with both hands and grasped the legs of his boxer shorts. With one swift movement, they were around his feet! Quickly she grasped his ankle and spoke to him sternly.

"Lift your foot, come along boy... I haven't got all day." In less than a couple of seconds, Peter had found himself standing completely naked, with his hands still placed on his head.

"Now stay where you are and don't move an inch." She moved around him, seeing that his face had coloured to a deep purple. She looked down at his genitals, noting that his penis was larger than she had expected and that he had been neatly circumcised, so that the tip of his penis showed just beyond the foreskin. She reached forward, watching his face flinch, as she cupped her hand under his testicles.

"Oh Miss... er please miss." Peter protested as she encased his testicles in her hand. She marvelled at the soft feel of his flesh as intimately she held him, as she delicately stimulated his genitals.

She could see that he wanted to protest this invasion to his privacy. To his chagrin, she immediately admonished him.

"Keep still you naughty child. Now turn your head to the right and give me a nice big cough."

Although her words were stern, her fingers were soft and gentle, cleverly kneading the soft and sensitive flesh of his scrotum to deliberately arouse him. She lifted the soft orbs of his testes in the palm of her hand and repeated her command.

"Come along Peter I want a nice big cough."

Peter, in his anguish and utter humiliation managed a weak cough. His face burned with embarrassment as he felt the nurse cup his scrotum more firmly. He could hardly contemplate his utter humiliation, as he stood naked before this beautiful young woman. Sheila was delighted as she firmed her grip around his scrotum and lifted his testicles, drawing them forward away from the juncture of his thighs. She could see that he was near to tears as he uttered a louder cough. "And again please." She waited until he managed another loud cough. She could feel his body tremble as she gently squeezed his scrotum before letting go.

"Well done Peter, you seem fine. Now stay as you are." She moved away and fetched two chairs from the front of the desk. One of the chairs she placed behind him with the seat pointing towards his bottom; the other, she placed in front of him with the side of the chair facing towards him. She made no pretence as she looked down at his penis and testicles, noting that his penis had grown perceptibly, revealing more of the glans as his foreskin recoiled.

Andrea was delighted with the scenario as it unfolded before her. She could see his penis and testicles quite clearly. She too was pleasantly surprised at the size of his penis and the plump scrotum, which bulged beneath the somewhat turgid flesh. She wished that Sheila would handle his penis so that she could observe the young boy with his penis erect. She did not have long to wait as she saw Sheila move to the side of the naked teenager, allowing her a clear view.

Sheila spoke to the boy again. "I see that you have been circumcised Peter. Was it done at birth... or did you have a problem with your penis later in life?"

Peter could not believe his ears at her question, or her nonchalance as she took a firm hold of his penis. He gasped as she stretched the flesh, pulling it forward with one hand as she retracted the foreskin with the other. "Well Peter, I asked you a question. "Were you circumcised recently, or was it done when you were a baby."

His stammering reply delighted Sheila. "Er... I don't remember it er... miss. It erm must have been done when I was erm a child."

"Well you are really still a child aren't you... having to have your bare bottom spanked because you were naughty."

The intimate touch of the young nurse was too much for the virgin boy. He felt his penis throb as she slipped the foreskin down the shaft of his penis and then back up over the glans. He took his hands from his head in acute shame and embarrassment only to feel her let go of his penis and give him a sharp smack of her hand upon his bottom cheeks.

"Don't you dare move young man, now put those hands back upon your head and keep perfectly still while I examine your penis! My you are a naughty boy, no wonder you are here to have your bottom smacked. Now keep still while I retract the skin. It seems that you have a problem."

She could feel his whole body tremble as she pushed the foreskin back revealing the whole glans-penis.

"Your foreskin is very tight. Does it hurt you when you have an erection?"

She saw the boy shudder as his face turned a deep crimson. His embarrassment was almost palpable as she looked into his face.

"Come along answer me... does it hurt when your penis is erect?" Peter shuddered and answered through trembling lips.

"Erm... yes erm... sometimes erm miss." His voice was trembling as if he were about to cry as Sheila stretched the skin back again, feeling his member throb between her fingers.

"Do you masturbate Peter... does it hurt when you play with your penis?" The boy looked absolutely shocked as Sheila looked into his eyes. His face immediately coloured up, blotches of purple spreading over his cheeks as he tried to protest.

"Oh noo miss... I mean... er no I haven't er... I haven't er touched myself...er that way... oh please miss honestly... I have never done that."

Sheila could hardly believe his reply and yet looking at his face she knew that it was true. 'My God', she thought... a real virgin in every sense of the word.

"Well Peter, you will have to have something done about it. But for the moment you are here to have your bottom spanked." She looked over his shoulder as Cynthia entered the room.

Peter blushed profusely, trying to turn his head as he heard the door open and close and the proximity of movement behind him. It was the voice of Mrs. Mountford that suddenly made him shudder from head to foot. Her voice was loud and firm as she addressed him.

"Now keep still Peter, surely you are in enough trouble already." She moved past him and sat down on the hard-backed chair which had been placed in front of him. Immediately the boy began to shiver when he saw her rubber apron and the shiny ebony hairbrush clasped in her long articulate fingers. He shuddered in both fear and sexual emotion as Sheila retracted his foreskin one more time before letting him go.

Her deft touch had left his penis semi erect and throbbing visibly. To his horror Mrs. Mountford reached towards his groin and grasped his penis, squeezing the sensitive flesh as she pulled him to her side. "Come along Peter over you go. Within seconds she had the boy across her lap with his hands braced against the carpet and his head hanging down over the side of the chair. The rubber apron felt cold and smooth against his genitals as Mrs. Mountford placed her hand on his bottom and squeezed the flesh of his buttocks as if gauging their pliability. Peter felt utterly helpless, his helplessness rudely exacerbated, as he felt the cheeks of his bottom being spread to reveal his sphincter. His cheeks burned as he looked at the carpet only inches from his face. He was acutely aware of his naked bottom being raised in the air and the feel of Mrs. Mountford's firm and shapely legs as his penis pressed against the thin rubber apron.

In the same instance, he felt his legs being lifted up, as Sheila sat down behind him and hoisted his shins up underneath her arms. She rested his knees upon hers as she held his legs apart and placed her cool hands on the backs of his thighs. He shuddered in dread, his whole being utterly humiliated by the two beautiful women. He gasped as they held him with his bottom in the air and his legs spread wide apart. Cynthia looked at Sheila and spread the cheeks of the boy's bottom apart, showing her the neat puckered rosebud of his sphincter. Sheila nodded showing her delight and approval at the perfection of the young boy's body.

Cynthia raised the brush and looked at Sheila before taking aim.

"Slapppp!"

"Arggghhh." Peter cried out in surprise and anguish at the severity of the stroke, as the hard ebony wood of the hairbrush smacked against the tender flesh of his upturned bottom for the first time.

"Crack, crack!!!" The first strokes of the hairbrush all landed on the left cheek of his buttocks. "Crack!!! Crack!!! Crack!!" Mrs Mountford started a steady cadence of strokes, each sharp smack leaving a vivid red mark as she applied the hairbrush to his bottom. She made sure that every stroke landed on exactly the same area of his left buttock. There was no respite as Mrs. Mountford took up a steady rhythm, placing each stroke accurately on top of the preceding one.

It seemed like no time at all that thirty sharp strokes had been applied to this one particular area of his bottom. The pain was absolutely intense as Peter cried out in anguish. He wriggled and shivered as the pain seared through his bottom. "Oh pleeeeeease Miss... er please noooooo more... please I can't stand any more!"

Cynthia was sure that the boy was near to breaking point as she altered the positioning of her strokes to his right cheek. She knew that his cries were genuine as she proceeded to redden the pale flesh of his right buttock, again keeping the strokes one on top of the other. He wriggled and cried out as his chastisement proceeded without interruption. The pain continued to build and build, making him cry out in absolute and utter anguish.

"Oh please no... oh no more I really can't stand any more oh please. Arggghhh arggghhhh... arggghhhhhhhh. Pleeeeeeeaaase noooooooooooo."

It was only a few minutes later before Cynthia heard the boy begin to sob pitifully... she knew that his spirit and his endurance had come to an end. He began to cry incessantly, his sobbing, a testament to his pain and despair. Cynthia diligently continued spanking him with the hairbrush, until he had received thirty strokes to the second cheek. She could hear his utter distress as he wailed incessantly, hardly able to speak.

"Oh pleeeease Misss... please nooo more. I really can't take any more... oh please miss I am sooo sorry."

Mrs Mountford dropped the brush to the floor and began to smack the soft flesh of his buttocks with her hand. She began to scold him as she delivered the satisfying slaps to his upturned bottom. "Well Peter, do you think that you will remember to have more concern for other people. Do you think that you will remember your smacked bottom?"

"Oh please misss... oh please noo more." Peter sobbed; his naked young body shivering as Mrs Mountford stopped smacking him and placed her hand gently over his reddened bottom.

His tears were flowing freely as Cynthia and Sheila gently got him up to a standing position. He tried to rub his bottom, but Cynthia quickly took hold of his wrists and made him place his hands upon his head. His face was contorted in pain as tears rolled down his cheeks. As he sobbed he drew in his breath, almost choking as he tried to deal with the hurt to his bottom. Mrs Mountford took his head in her hands, standing so close to him that her breasts pressed against his chest. She could see the utter distress in his eyes as she gently wiped away some of his tears from his cheeks.