The Date

"Come along now, you have had your punishment. Now let me get you over to the corner so you can reflect on your hurts. Keep you hands on your head and face the corner. Come along now!" Both Sheila and Cynthia propelled him to the corner until he was almost touching the bookcases. Peter could not believe that they were going to make him spend time in the corner until he felt a sudden sharp slap to his bottom.

"Stand up straight with your legs spread apart and stay there. You will spend fifteen minutes reflecting upon your punishment while you are facing the corner. I am going to arrange some medicated and soothing lotion for your sore bottom. However if you move I will give you exactly the same punishment over again. It will be no more and no less, but an exact repetition of what you have already experienced."

Cynthia slapped his bottom three times with the palm of her hand. "Smack... smack..smackkkk." She stood by his side and looked at his face. "Do you understand me Peter?" Peter could do nothing but sob as Mrs. Mountford watched him. "Oh please miss... yes... er I will stay here."

"Very well then Peter, I will leave you to reflect upon your hurts." Now stand up straight. Get your feet spread wide apart on the carpet. Come along now... further apart than that." She slipped her hand between the inside of his thighs and slapped the inner flesh until he had shuffled his feet well apart. "Now stay as you are, if you dare to move I shall spank you again."

*

Andrea had been in her element. She had observed his body in every detail and had delighted in his acquiescence during his punishment. 'So malleable', she thought as she had watched him shiver and sob as he had been beaten. She got up from her chair and tiptoed down the corridor to the hallway. She was impatient to compare notes with her mother and Aunt Sheila. What a beautiful boy, she could hardly wait to have him under her power. To be able to caress his flesh and feel his plump penis and balls whenever she wished.

It was just fifteen minutes later that Andrea pushed the small trolley into the room. She was delighted to see that Peter was standing exactly as he had been placed. He tried to look around as he heard her enter. She heard him gasp in shock as he suddenly realised that it was her when he heard her voice.

"Poor Peter... did it hurt very much?"

"Oh please miss... oh no er please don't look at me like this... oh pleeeeeeeeeease nooooooooo."

Peter immediately took his hands from his head and clasped his hands over his genitals. He bent forward, his head touching the bookcase as he tried to cower so that she could not see his front.

Andrea smiled to herself as she stood behind him. "Now don't be embarrassed. I know how shy you are, but mummy says that you are to obey me. She is only in the corridor, so she may come in at any time. She says that you are to stay with your hands upon your head until I can get you bending over my knees. I have brought some lotion to put on your sore bottom, it is really red and mummy doesn't want you to blister. Please be a good boy Peter! I have to do exactly what she says otherwise I think she may smack you again. I know it must really have hurt you. Please Peter, put your hands back on your head and stand up straight."

Peter was in turmoil... he just didn't know what to do. The thought of Andrea seeing him naked shocked him to the core, but for her to see him like this... sobbing with his bare bottom reddened from a sound spanking, made him feel near to fainting. He stifled a sob as Andrea moved closer to him. To his utter shame she reached around his waist and took hold of his wrists, her young body pressing against his back as she tried to lift his hands away from his genitals. "Please Peter, I have to do it."

Sobbing with shame, Peter relaxed his arms allowing Andrea to lift them on to his head. "Oh please miss," he sobbed as Andrea stroked his back. Please I don't want you to see me like this... oh miss I am so ashamed."

Andrea was thrilled that he was calling her Miss rather than Andrea. She knew that the shift in their relationship had never been far away. His acquiescence when she had made him put his hands by his sides while she kissed him in the car had proved to her that her dominance of him could be accomplished quite easily.

She moved back and spoke to him again. "It is very late Peter, please do as I say and I promise you that it will all be over before you know it. Now turn around and face me. Keep you hands upon your head... come along now."

Peter was trembling from head to foot as he turned around. He blushed profusely as he saw her. The short baby-doll nightdress and her long bare legs made him blush as much as his utter shame at being displayed naked in front of her.

Andrea was careful not to look down at his genitals. Instead she looked him in the eye and smiled compassionately at him. "Poor baby, I know you must be embarrassed, but I have to do this. Now keep your hands on your head and go and stand facing that chair."

She could see that the boy was trembling from head to foot as she looked away from him and took hold of the handles of the small trolley. She had brought a variety of creams and unguents as well as a box of medicated wipes. She had covered the jars and containers by laying a towel over the top of the trolley.

As she turned she saw that Peter was standing obediently in front of the chair where he had been spanked. She pushed the trolley to the side of the chair, allowing enough room for the boy to stand in between.

She could see that his whole upper body was suffused in a red blush. She avoided looking at him as she sat down on the chair. She looked towards the trolley as if in thought; savouring the moment when she would look at him. Slowly she turned her head and looked straight at his genitals. She knew that he was blushing furiously as he stood naked and ashamed in front of her. His body was trembling violently as she carefully observed his penis and testicles. She was utterly delighted with what she saw. Slowly she raised her head and looked at his face. He had raised his head and was looking upwards, his face a picture of pure anguish and humiliation.

"Look at me Peter." Her voice was gentle but insistent as she placed her hand gently on his left hip. He shivered at her touch and looked down, blushing instantly as she caught his eye. She knew that he would not be able to help himself from looking at her sheer nightdress and bare legs. She kept her eyes on his - and watched as he tried to avoid looking anywhere else, but at her face. Gently, she smoothed her fingers over his hip, observing him as his eyes darted to her legs and then back to her face. She reached out and placed her other hand on his right hip. She could feel a shudder run through his body at her intimate touch and his own naked vulnerability.

Peter felt absolutely defenceless and exposed as he stood before the young girl. He desperately wanted to lower his hands and clasp his genitals. The helplessness of standing before her with his hands on his head made him aware of every inch of his nakedness. Andrea held his hips, delighting in his shame and his acquiescence. She looked down again at his plump genitalia, glorying in his shame as she saw his foreskin slowly retract as his penis began to swell.

Peter was acutely aware of his penis as he felt the first throb of his impending arousal. He shivered with shame as a second pulse of emotion throbbed within his penis. He felt utterly bereft of any self-esteem. His emotions were so stretched that he sobbed as he spoke.

"Oh please miss... oh please... I'm sorry... I feel so ashamed." Andrea felt a thrill run through her body as she realised she had him totally at her mercy.

"Poor baby... my you have had a difficult time. Just come around to my side." She pressed against his hips until he had managed to shuffle around to the right side of the chair in front of the trolley. "Come along then sweet child lay across my lap and I will get that little bottom of yours feeling a little more comfortable."

To his horror Andrea nonchalantly reached forward with her left hand and scooped up his penis and testicles. He shuddered in shame as she held them firmly.

"Oh pleeease nooo miss... oh... ah oooh."

Quickly she slipped her right arm around his waist and bent him forward. She watched him reach out with his hands as he lost his balance and fell across her lap. In a delicious moment she positioned his penis and testicles between her legs and then extricated her hand before squeezing her thighs together.

"There we are Peter, now just lie still while I attend to your bottom. Are you comfortable Peter? Just tell me if you start to feel uncomfortable!"

Peter could not manage to answer. He could not believe that he had been made to lay naked over the lap of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. The very girl that he would have liked to impress with his maturity. Andrea... the one girl that had come to occupy his dreams, night after night! He had never felt so ashamed or humiliated. He could not help sobbing with shame and abject despair.

Andrea was in heaven as she looked down on the bare upturned buttocks of the young boy. She squeezed her thighs together waiting for the inevitable answering throb of his penis. Gently she raised her knees, pressing her tiptoes against the carpet and gently rubbed her thighs against each other. She heard him gasp as the tender flesh of her inner thighs rubbed sensuously against his penis.

Andrea realised just how easily she had obtained the first part of her goal. Here he laid... his naked upturned bottom over her lap. His psyche subdued and acquiescent to her will. She allowed herself a moment to examine his bottom. With utter glee she saw that the marks of the hairbrush where vivid against his pale skin. She leaned her head forward and with a shiver of delight, placed the flat of her palm across his buttocks.

"Now keep still Peter, I don't want to hurt your poor bottom. My, my... it does look red." Peter gasped feeling helpless as he felt her hand smooth across his upturned bottom. He felt hopelessly inadequate, utterly foolish and stupid as she spoke to him as if he were a child. "Poor, poor baby, I am just going to part your buttocks, I promise to be very gentle... now, here we go... just relax there's a good boy."

She heard Peter stifle a sob as she placed her fingers delicately on each side of the deep crevice of his bottom. "Remember... just relax now," she cooed, as she plied the flesh open. Peter shuddered as she scored her finger along the deep crevice, her nail brushing over his sphincter. She could feel him tense his muscles anxiously as she examined the neat opening of his bottom. "Well Peter, you seem to be alright there. Now stay absolutely still while I reach for the cream."

He gasped again as she squeezed her legs together. Despite his utter embarrassment, she could feel his penis becoming erect between her thighs. Deliberately she let her legs rub together as she reached for the towel and uncovered the jars. She took a plastic bottle and held it over his buttocks. "Now don't move Peter, this may sting a little."

"Oh please nooo miss, I am alright now... oh please miss don't."

She saw his buttocks contract as she poured the cool liquid into the crease of his bottom. Deftly she slipped her hand along the crevice, smoothing her fingers firmly over his sphincter as she coated her hand with cream.

"Now don't be silly Peter, of course you have to have your bottom attended to."

Delicately she began to apply the liquid to the cheeks of his bottom. Her hands were slow and sensual, as time after time again, she dipped into the crease of his bottom, each time probing more firmly as he squirmed upon her lap.

"Poor baby Peter, does that feel better. You have been such a brave boy."

Several times she changed to a different cream as he squirmed and shivered over her lap. She ignored his protestations, realising that he was acutely aware of his burgeoning erection.

"There, there... poor baby, does that feel nice and cool on your bottom?" She continued, delighting in each touch, her hands skilfully eliciting sexual sensation from the boy. She ignored his obvious attempts to evade her touch; his body shivered and trembled as her hands moving expertly over his bottom. She slipped her right hand between his legs, letting her fingers stroke against his perineum. Skilfully she let her fingers tease the small hairs at the base of his penis. She leaned forward so that she could see how he was reacting to each subtle and deft touch of her fingers. Each intrusive and intimate touch of her hands, was accompanied by, squeezing or rubbing, her legs together.

Her proficiency and competence exquisitely plundered his young body of every sexual sensation. Artfully she probed and stroked his most intimate areas in an almost callous and torturous extraction of his innermost feelings. He gasped and moaned as she aroused him to a fever pitch. With a delight she had never experienced before, she kneaded and prodded his flesh. His gasps and groans of sexual torment and anguish were music to her ears as she toyed with him as if in a reverie.

Suddenly she felt a sudden change in him, realising that he was close to ejaculating as his penis begin to pulse and throb violently against the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs. She quickly took her hands away from him when she realised what was happening. Raising her right hand she smacked him hard upon his buttocks. The sharp staccato slap was designed to avert any sexual release.

"There we are," she said brightly. "I think that will do." I am going to let you up now. But first you must promise me that you will obey my mother's instructions and place your hands upon your head as soon as you are standing upright."

Peter was in a haze of embarrassment. He knew that his penis was erect and throbbing violently. He did not know what to do.

"Oh please miss er please... may I cover myself misss... oh please."

"Of course not you silly boy!" She said brightly, as if it were the strangest request in the world." You know what mummy has instructed. Surely you don't want another spanking. Your bottom is very sore, it will hurt terribly if she has to take you over her knee and use that wicked hairbrush on your bare bottom again. Now come along... up you get and let's have no nonsense. Now promise me that you will put your hands on top of your head straight-away. Now... do you promise me?"

Peter sobbed with humiliation, but made no reply. Wickedly, Andrea raised her right hand and smacked him smartly across both cheeks of his bottom. His reaction was immediate. "Oooohhh arggghh." He wriggled his bottom and shivered as she raised her hand again and smacked him again.

"Oh please noo... er miss. I promise." He shivered and shook as his tears of shame began to flow freely.

"Oh pleeease miss... I am so embarrassed."

"Alright sweetie", she said softly. Just do as I ask and stand up with your hands upon your head. It really is for your own good that you obey me."

Andrea put her hands around his waist and helped him to stand upright. She could see the utter humiliation and embarrassment in his eyes as he stood upright next to her chair and nervously placed his hands on his head, reluctantly leaving his body bared to her gaze.

She remained seated and placed her arm around the back of his legs, letting her hand slide upward over his bottom. She deliberately looked at his erect penis, feeling his body shiver in utter embarrassment as she leisurely stroked her hand over his buttocks. She was delighted to see that his penis was standing out from his body facing upwards at an angle of forty-five degrees. The foreskin had receded so that the smooth corona of the glans-penis was now fully exposed.

She was also delighted to see how big his penis had grown. She watched fascinated, as his swollen member throbbed and pulsed, the shaft moving up and down under its own volition. She looked up at his blushing face. His head was tilted upwards towards the ceiling. Andrea knew that his humiliation was such that he wanted to distance himself from his embarrassing predicament in any way that he could.

She stood up and faced him, her breasts naked, save for the diaphanous material of her night-dress, pressed against his chest as she looked him in the eye. She moved her feet forward until she could feel the tip of his penis touch her bare legs.

"Stay still and look at me Peter." Her voice seemed to compel him to obey her. She took his head in her hands and kissed him full on the lips. Again she forced her tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply. As she drew her head back, she was delighted to see a look of pure love and supplication in his eyes.

"Well sweet boy, I am going to let you get dressed and go home now. You have been a very brave boy and I am very proud of you. I will also be very proud to go out with you again." She kissed him lightly on the cheek and turned away. She knew that he was watching her bare legs as she exited the room.

Andrea had had time to freshen her make-up and brush her beautiful blonde hair before putting on a towelling dressing gown over her nightdress and sitting in the hallway, waiting for him to finish dressing. As he entered the hall, she was delighted to see him blush to a deep red and avert his eyes. Quickly she opened the front door and waited for him. She lightly kissed him on the cheek and ushered him through, closing the door firmly behind him.

2

Andrea had been sitting with her friend Antonia in the school canteen for almost half an hour and she still had not seen Peter come for his lunch. Like most pretty girls Andrea attracted friends that were also pretty. Her friend, Antonia, was slim and petite. She had almost jet-black hair, which was cut fashionably short, accenting the lush and perfect condition. Her breasts were small and firm and thrust sexily against her silk blouse, jutting out firmly without the aid or need of a bra. Like Andrea, Antonia's family were, financially, very well-off, which enabled her to spend a considerable amount on her appearance.

Her superb figure allowed her to wear the most fashionable of clothes; her long legs and firm breasts were always clad in the highest quality materials. She, like Andrea, would often attract the sly and longing looks of many of the boys at the college.

Andrea looked pensive for a moment and then smiled to herself. 'Of course', she thought, 'he would obviously be so embarrassed that he would avoid any contact with me, especially in a public room and sitting next to Antonia.' Andrea smiled to herself and got up from her table. She whispered to Antonia and winked before she set off to walk down the corridor to the restrooms and reapply her make-up.

Andrea and Antonia had no secrets from each other. Antonia had been kept informed of Andrea's plans for Peter and had made a point of arriving earlier that morning so that she could find out how the evening had gone. It had taken over an hour for Andrea to relay every detail of Peter's treatment. Antonia had interrupted her friend several times to ensure that she did not miss any of the delicious details of the young boy's humiliation.

Andrea checked her appearance in the mirror, smiling at her own reflection as she admired and accepted without modesty, the exquisite beauty of her face and figure. Confident of her perfect grooming, she headed out of the building and toward the far end of the school grounds. She had often seen Peter sitting and reading on the lawns towards the rear of the college. This area was not popular with most students, being the only part of the extensive lawns, which did not have a view of the sports fields. As Andrea headed up the rise... she smiled to herself as she saw him. He was laid out, face down on the grass, reading. There were several textbooks laid around him and she presumed rightly, that he would have been there for some time.