Message-ID: <16607eli$9810161837@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: campblood@aol.com (CampBlood) Subject: STORY: Trouble with Playing Doctor (4/?) (med, spank, therm) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981010134152.06472.00009385@ng07.aol.com> Howdy! Here is Part 4 for anyone still bothering to try to follow this little tale...I apologize for the length of time involved between parts of the story, but this is “physical season” at work, and every child in CT seems to need one for either school or sports. Thus, time is short... :o) ENJOY!! TROUBLE WITH PLAYING DOCTOR Part Four Without a word, Maureen brought the ruler down with medium severity across the unprotected span of Jason’s bottom. She smiled as the boy’s buttocks tightened furiously, his crack reduced to a thin tight line, and his whole body lurched forward in fear and pain. The boy gasped in shock as his head shot up from the darkness of his folded arms. He was met by Caitlyn‘s smiling face and overly amused eyes. Smack! The second stinger landed directly on the light pink wheal brought on by the first spank, bringing another gasp from the boy and some mild kicking of his legs. He rolled his bottom in an attempt to drive the sting from his bare flesh, and lowered his head again into the solitude of his crossed arms, mostly so he did not have to see Caitlyn smiling down at his face while his fanny was beaten. Smack! Smack! Two scorchers this time, both catching him low on his bottom, both harder than the original two swats. Instead of a gasp, Maureen was rewarded with a sharp grunt from the punished boy. Three wheals were coming up, hot and pink, and absolutely lovely to look at. Maureen stopped spanking long enough to run her fingers over the newly developed welts of the boy, watching as he shuddered in what...revulsion...arousal...? Goosebumps formed on his smooth bottom and she ran the soft pad of her fingers over the tiny hills, feeling their warmth and enjoying their texture. She proceeded to palpate his bare bottom for almost three minutes before winking at Caitlyn and then, taking advantage of the boy’s momentarily relaxed state, ran the tip of her right index finger down between the two sore globes, starting where the crease fanned out on his lower back and ending at the very base of his scrotum. The boy jerked hard as her finger passed over his anus, afraid that she might try to enter him, and then reflexively squeezed his cheeks tightly closed again. The unintended effect, this time, much to the boy’s shame and dismay, was to trap the girl’s probing digit between his buttocks, almost as if he did not wish her to take her finger away from his anus. This effect was not lost on Maureen. “You see, Caitlyn,” she said, again winking, “Sometimes nasty little boys like you to play with their bottoms and insert things up into them. Jason here is practically begging for it right now. Look at the way his bottom is scrunched up around my finger...he obviously wants me to play with his little hole! All in good time, Jason. All in good time!” Hearing this, Jason forced himself to unclench his bottom and actually fanned his bottom up, causing the cheeks to spread open ever so slightly. Maureen was disappointed that the tiny anus could not be viewed with this maneuver, but there was still lots more time and lots more spanking to come. Picking up the discarded ruler, she began to spank the boy’s bare bottom again, harder still this time and in rapid procession. She finally stopped only after twenty smacks to his quivering cheeks, slightly impressed that he had taken her barrage without crying out and a little angry about the same. She wanted to prove to Caitlyn her admirable skill in bringing a small boy to tears in the name of sound and just punishment. “He is taking his spanking well,” Maureen said to Caitlyn, slightly annoyed. “A spanking is never complete, though, until the person being spanked sheds some tears. Sometimes if the boy is good at holding his tongue while the paddle blisters his bottom, then we have to resort to spanking softer and more sensitive parts of his anatomy.” Jason, who was breathing very rapidly and doing his best not to cry in front of the two girls, opened his eyes wide at the remark. Where were they going to spank him now? His bottom was stinging worse than anything he had ever felt and it was only through sheer fear of further embarrassing himself that he was not crying like a small child. Before he could further ponder the question, he felt his right leg being lifted and then thrust over the side of the bed. His left leg remained stationary over Maureen‘s lap. While slightly off balance, the position provided Maureen with her intended target, and Jason blushed hard and felt his throat go tight with panic as he felt the room air swirl over his now exposed scrotum. His head jumped up and he looked back in terror at his punisher. Maureen did not look back at him, though. Her gaze was locked on his bottom, it’s cheeks now well separated due to his position. She had no interest in his little nutsack at all. All she wanted to do was spank his pulsating anus. She easily spread the pink-striped cheeks even further apart, watching the little hole contract furiously. Jason finally realized what the girl intended to do to him. He was mildly relieved and yet also horrified. Would she actually hit his butthole with a stick? He felt Maureen apply a finger to the exact center of his opening and rest there, just putting soft pressure on the rim. Jason tried to close his buttocks but his current position prevented that. By tightening his cheeks as hard as could, he was barely able to cast a shadow over his orifice. He was trapped and he knew it. Again, he buried his face in what little comfort his arms could now provide. “Boys sometimes need to be spanked between their cheeks and on their holes,” Maureen explained to Caitlyn, who was watching the drama unfold with absolute joy. “Are you ready, Jason?” she teased. Putting further traction on his right buttock and further expanding his cleft, Maureen brought the ruler down with deadly accuracy, the tip of the wooden implement stinging him only half an inch from his pitifully constricting anus. Her actions were thus rewarded with a howl from the boy as his tender inner cheek caught fire. Encouraged by this, Maureen altered her aim and struck the tender pink inner curve of his other cheek. Jason cried out again, louder this time, and jerked his head up as a single tear fell from his left eye. Caitlyn stared down at the boy’s face with utter fascination. She had never seen anyone whipped in this fashion and found the incident rather stimulating. Jason only looked at her pathetically, perhaps the way a cornered animal looks at its predator, and went to sink his head down again. This time, however, Caitlyn caught him under the chin and forced his head back up so that their eyes met. “Look at me,” she said, and through blurred vision Jason could tell that his classmate was dead serious. “I want to watch the expressions on your face. Look at me, Jason, while she beats your little hole. If you don’t let me watch your face while she beats you, I’ll make sure she spanks your hiney-hole so hard that you bleed for a week.” TO BE CONTNUED Comments always welcome, but please spare me the child abuse rhetoric...if you have read down this far, obviously you have no problems with fictitious stories involving the physical, sexual, and emotional abuse of children. Let’s not pretend that you do! I practice pediatric medicine for a living and am well aware of the “social” implications of a story such as this. Trust me... :o) If interested in trading stories, please drop me a line! Love---nicky :o) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----