Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: rgt@well.com (Estragon) Subject: Estragon revised: "Travels With Aunt Paula," II/6 (femdom) Travels With Aunt Paula II/6 (for adults only copyright 1996, 1997 Estragon Productions) "It is a prick, it is a sting, It is a pretty, pretty thing...." As Aunt Paula had expected, his belated circumcision had a deep effect on Cal. Of course it did. But not for the pain alone, though this lasted many days. Yet its reverberation went deeper and would indeed last a lifetime. On that day Cal truly became a man, at least in Aunt Paula's unorthodox sense of the phrase. That trace of girlishness a young boy is still permitted, that purity he may pretend to while his male organs are immature, in a single hour deserted him. The humiliation Cal experienced was irreparable, and even as small a boy as he, too young to have developed masculine ways, had to reel beneath its shock. This wasn't the humiliation of unmasked pretense, nor even of exploded pride. This was something closer to the bone, a physical truth, a wound still awaiting the birth of the ego it would lodge in. Yes, Paula had foreseen it all. There had been ladies present. Even the doctor was a woman, named Barbara. No men, no boys, only ladies. And girls. Adolescent girls and young girls too. A few his very classmates. Children like himself - but also not at all like himself, not women, not breasted yet, still narrow-hipped, but more like women than like Cal, penis-less beings, smooth and silent and concealed where he was all stick-out and dangle. Paula had invited them right along with their mothers. And their mothers had thought it a splendid idea, a lesson their daughters would thank them for. Cal's circumcision was set for an afternoon in early summer. Cal spent the morning fretting in his room, filled with vivid fears of the operation to come. When Aunt Paula at last called him to the living-room, the sight of so many women and girls stopped him in his tracks. For a while his fear gave way to despair. But Paula led him around the room, insisting that he greet every guest formally, even the familiar little girls, his schoolmates, and thank each for coming. Cal did so with averted eyes and frail voice. Then Paula gently told him he would have to undress now. And there in the center of Aunt Paula's living-room, while the women and older girls smiled benignly and the younger girls giggled and kicked their feet, Cal shed each element of his boyish uniform. His sneakers and socks, his jersey and blue-jeans, and finally, hesitantly, his briefs. The younger girls looked on his trembling nakedness with brazen delight, and Cal knew that he must stand before them this way, defenseless and apprehensive, until an older member of their sex told him she was ready to do the dreadful thing to his penis. >From the pan into the flames. From behind him, Cal heard Doctor Barbara's voice. She was asking him to climb onto a chair and mount Aunt Paula's dining-table, over which a crisp white sheet had been spread. Shaking, Cal obeyed. He was on all fours, disoriented on the table-top and just turning to face the doctor, when she asked him to stand up, quickly thought better of it when he'd half achieved it and told him he'd be fine as he was, on his knees. "Only don't lean back, sweetheart," she said. "Lift yourself big and tall, with your belly forward. Yes, there you go. Good boy. I'd like to explain to the girls, you see, what a circumcision is all about." Barbara casually reached for Cal's penis, raising it with thumb and forefinger away from his body. She went on speaking in a way that made it clear to Cal that she was determined to help the younger girls understand, no matter how long this kept the patient waiting. But this feminine pressure on his penis was not unwelcome, having as it did the effect of dispelling a little of Cal's anxiety. "Boys are born, you see," Doctor Barbara said, "with a little more skin down here than they'll ever need." She pulled Cal's prepuce back to reveal his glans. The sensation was not pleasant, but he tried to keep still as the doctor lightly tapped her finger on his exposed part. Several times she stretched and released his foreskin. Girls leaned in to see. They tugged at their mothers' sleeves. They had urgent questions but seemed to think they'd better whisper. Some mothers leaned over Cal too. One of them said, "You know, I've never actually seen a circumcision." "I've been to a couple," another offered, "but, you know, they're only eight days old. There's not a lot of boy there to see." Cal closed his eyes, ashamed. The doctor went on, still mindful of the puzzled girls. This day was more about girls than boys. That much was clear to Cal. "Now I want you all to watch something," the doctor said. "Does he have erections yet, do you know, Paula?" "Pint-sized ones, yes," Paula said. "Good," the doctor said, as she rolled back Cal's foreskin with one hand and lightly stroked the underside of his bare glans for a moment. This was a different sensation from that doctorly tapping a few moments ago. Cal made a small mournful sound and his penis swelled and hardened. Doctor Barbara released it to quiver in freedom. "With that skin out of the way, it's so easy, you see," the doctor said. She flexed Cal's penis a few times with her finger-tips. Even the older girls came forward for the experiment, gleeful at the springing hardness of the little organ and at the breathless outcries, of indeterminate meaning, the doctor's strokes elicited from the boy. "Okay, then," Doctor Barbara said. "Everyone has the idea. So we'd rather not have that special place hidden from us by that skinny skin skin, would we, girls?" A chorus of high-pitched voices offered a sing-song "No." "In that case I'm simply going to take a scalpel - that's a special sharp knife we doctors use - and cut this silly skin right off of Cal's penis." "That can't be fun for Cal," one of the girls said. "Not right now, maybe," the doctor said. "It will hurt a little for a while, but Cal will be brave." She smiled down at the patient and pressed his arm reassuringly. "But almost all boys are circumcised nowadays, you know. It's better for them, better for their health, and better for their attitude as well." Nobody appeared to have any trouble understanding this last, obscure remark. Even Cal, lying nervous and exposed as women and girls stood all around him, awaiting an event which Paula had said it was normal to celebrate, though one which the doctor herself admitted was going to be painful for the boy - even Cal vaguely intuited why Doctor Barbara had mentioned "attitude." When the doctor exposed Cal's glans to all those female eyes, Cal truly understood what Aunt Paula had meant by her funny words, "extra naked." That skin the doctor said Cal didn't need: it was a little covering on a boy even when he was out of his clothes. Paula was always explaining that boys and men are always naked, even with their clothes on. So how could things get so backwards? How could a boy have a little covering growing right on his naked organ? Of course it had to go. But that's what made circumcision so humiliating too. It was as though ladies were taking away your clothes and then saying, That's not enough, little fellow, we need to tug a little more of you out into the open. Make you, yes, "extra naked." Cal felt the utter femininity of the room. Women and girls and, on the other hand, his solitary self, naked, on display, a single specimen of boy spread out on a sheet, his penis awaiting in fear the doctor's special knife. The rest was women and girls: long hair, smooth cheeks, reddened lips, jewelry. And dresses. Absolutely everyone skirted. His baby-sitter, a young teenager whom he'd only seen before now in well-worn jeans: in a kilt today, and under it white tights. His friends, his schoolmates - everyone in party clothes. Their beautiful dresses would always be a central part of Cal's memory of this day. Even much later, as an adolescent, Cal would regard their clothes as a truer revelation of women's essence than anything concealed beneath. Cal knew that women had their own kind of organs, tucked inside them. But even after puberty he would rarely imagine them. For him, women would always be what they seemed on the outside: smooth, imperturbable bodies, more like serene goddesses than pliant flesh and blood. What if they did have secret parts? No man could control them with a glance. Never would they spring and live for him, or humbly swell beneath his careless power. Nor did they offer to amuse him with their easy pain: Cal had only to think of his testicles, daintily suspended in their tenuous sack, to feel anew the vast distance that separates man from woman. Doctor Barbara told Cal he could have a little rest now. She told him to stretch out on the table and relax. The shift from his knees to his back took some doing, but Doctor Barbara helped by planting her hands on Cal's abdomen and buttocks and guiding him into place. There were girls all around him, hovering above. Cal stared wretchedly up at them with wide, watering eyes. In his hopelessness Cal saw no reason to cling to his pride. The girls were watching Cal spread his legs as the doctor instructed, , watching her swab his penis with cotton soaked in chilly antiseptics which made him flinch. Two older girls were invited to come up to the table and hold Cal's legs apart. It pleased them to wear the sterile masks and gloves the doctor handed them. Cal felt a particular humiliation in their rubberized touch as they seized hold of his legs and stretched them wider. Fear and shame were heavy in the pit of Cal's stomach. "I'm going to spray you now with some stuff, Cal," Doctor Barbara said. "It'll feel cool and make your dicky get numb." Despite the warning, the icy liquid startled the boy and made him shake. The anesthetic was watery and Doctor Barbara had used lots of it. It soaked Cal's scrotum and dripped plentifully onto his belly and thighs. Wherever it fell, a frigid cold set in. Cal's penis frosted over. The numbness constricted and stiffened his innocent organ. This thing, his circumcision, was truly about to happen. Cal's heart pounded and his eyes filled with tears. "Can I have someone to hold his shoulders down, please," the doctor said. "Cal, sweetie, let your head lie back now." He had trouble giving in, but even when he did, his shaking continued. A woman appeared above him, gloved and masked, and leaned on his shoulders. He smelled her perfume and noticed through his clouded gaze her long earrings and shadowed eyes. She pressed him gently at first but bore down more firmly when he failed to stop shaking. Aunt Paula was staying somewhere in the background. Held down like this, Cal had no hope of seeing her, but he thought he heard her voice on the far side of the room. Aunt Paula sounded agitated, choked up. Cal thought he heard her say, "My baby...," in mournful syllables. Another woman seemed to be comforting her. "For the best," Cal heard her murmur, and "Really, Paula, he'll be okay." Doctor Barbara was gripping Cal's penis between her fingers again. Her touch was far away, just on the edge of sensation, but it mingled strangely with the cold. "It's time now, Cal," the doctor said. "Be as still as you can be. Everybody, assistants, it's time," she announced. Even guests who had not been peering at the patient before now moved closer to the table. Cal shook and sobbed and began to heave. "I'll need another for his middle," the doctor called. "Someone?" A teenage girl came forward and quickly donned the sterile gloves and mask. The doctor planted the girl's two hands squarely on Cal's stomach. He heaved against them but the motion was no longer communicated to his pelvis. "Excellent," Doctor Barbara said. She held up a thin metal device. "This is a clamp," she said. "I'm going to stretch Cal's foreskin over the tip of his penis now and clamp it." This done, she held her scalpel high for a moment, then, with a quick turn of her wrist, circumcised the boy. "It's nothing," she said. She was already dressing the wound. The guests let out a communal sigh of relief and turned to the refreshments. Aunt Paula rushed to the table and lifted Cal into her arms. "Oh, my darling, my good, brave darling, you have been so strong today." Aunt Paula's eyes were glistening. "I love you so, my wonderful boy. Oh, look at your poor, sweet penis. How I wish that boys weren't born like that. Then we wouldn't have to do this awful thing to them. But we have to, Cal. We have to. Don't we?" Cal nodded weakly. "Do you see, everybody? Do you see, ladies? Girls, do you see? Cal knows that we had to do this thing to him. My sweet baby understands." But Cal was crying now. The cold was leaving his penis and the pain that replaced it was beginning to radiate. He begged to go to his bed, but Aunt Paula explained that he had to stay near her and the doctor for an hour at least. Besides, he was the guest of honor. A cot had been prepared for him in a corner of the room and Paula carried him to it. He lay propped up, softly sobbing. Pain was in flower all through his groin. All about him women and girls were laughing. Sometimes, he thought, he himself must have been the object of their mirth, he and his ordeal and the manifest horrors of being a boy, because girls would look his way and whisper into one another's ear and laugh. For very much longer than an hour Cal watched this female gala through his tears. end of part two -- Story Submission: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site: (Not pretty yet)