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For those with the patience to actually follow this story, I offer part 3 for
your reading pleasure...As always, if you are offended by stories with
children, do not read this.  This story contains much abuse, physical and
sexual, and is not for everyone...  This story is not a documentary, nor did it
ever happen.  Based on some of the responses I received from part 2, some of
you may have a little trouble recognizing this fact...   :o)

Enjoy...

The Trouble with Playing Doctor"   Part III

	When he emerged from the bathroom, dressed only
in clean white briefs, his hair still damp, Caitlyn and
Maureen were waiting for him in his room.  Both were
seated on his bed as he entered the room and the two girls
smiled inwardly as the almost naked boy shivered and
blushed deeply at being seen in only his underwear.  His
stomach fell as he stared at the implements of his
punishment on the dresser, gathered quickly while his small
form had soaked in the soapy warm water of his bath. 
There was a wooden twelve-inch ruler, a small leather belt,
multiple rubber gloves, a large tub of Vaseline and a
thermometer in a clear red plastic case which stood
perpendicular to the bureau.  He felt his throat warming
again and fought to hold back the tears.  This would be
embarrassing enough without adding a good cry to the
agenda.
	“Come to me,” Maureen said.  She sounded like an
angry mother.  “I want to make sure you’re not dirty.”
	Jason approached his babysitter miserably.  He
avoided eye contact with Caitlyn, knowing she was loving
every second of his shame.  How could she not?  He knew
he would be if the situation was reversed.  He stood humbly
before Maureen, hoping that his cooperative attitude would
earn him less of a hard time over her lap.
	The boy gulped as Maureen’s fingers went straight
for the waistband of his underwear, tugging them down in
front only, allowing his bottom to remain covered, but also
affording his punishers an open view of his tiny shaft and
tight scrotum.  It took all of his resolve to not let his hands
fly to his groin and cover himself up.  He knew that would
be perceived as an uncooperative gesture and would
probably earn him more spankings and probably even more
rectal temperatures.  So he stood, staring at the ceiling, his
throat tight in humiliation, his head swimming, swallowing
hard as Maureen reached out and lightly lifted his penis to
look under it.  She then manipulated his testicles as he
winced in trepidation, praying that she would not be inclined
to squeeze them.  Finally, she seemed satisfied with his
cleanliness.  His underwear and modesty was restored. All
be it for the moment.
	The proclamation that he did not have to repeat his
bath caused mixed emotions in the small bedroom.  Jason
was terribly relieved, had not wanted to take another bath
while Maureen watched and Caitlyn had assisted.  There
was nothing he could have thought of that would have been
worse than that.  Caitlyn, on the other hand, was quite
disappointed, although kept her emotions in check.  She
would have very much enjoyed running a soapy washcloth
over the boy’s naked form, would have probably even used
her hands alone to spread soapy bubbles on the boy’s more
naughty parts.  She envisioned Jason standing sideways in
the cooling bath water, one foamy hand massaging his tight
little sack and tiny spear of flesh, the other rubbing slow
circles on his bottom.  Taking several wicked side-trips to
his crack, her fingers would have pushed the soap deeper
and deeper into the cleft, circumventing the rim of his anus
several times and enjoying the sound as the boy gasped at
the sensations.  Alas, it was not to be...  There were other
things to look forward to, though.
	Caitlyn watch wide-eyed as Maureen took Jason by
the arm and led the boy to her side and draped him rather
unceremoniously over her wide lap.  Maureen was seated
far enough back on the bed where Jason’s torso and legs fell
onto the bed as well, his bare feet hanging over the foot of
the bed and his chest and arms lying between the two girls. 
The boy was still trying his hardest to avoid the gaze of the
younger girl, but it was getting more difficult with each
passing moment.  He folded his arms and rested his head in
the warmth and solitude they provided, his eyes closed and
his breathing shallow.
	“You have a nice bottom,” Maureen stated, pleased
that the boy jumped slightly when her hand began to rub his
still adorned fanny.  “I think we need to see more of it,
don’t you?”
	For a second Jason did not know who she was
talking to, and then he realized she was not talking to
anybody but rather punctuating his embarrassment with
babyish banter.  The child held his breath as his briefs were
taken down and the cool morning air washed quickly over
his now bared bottom.  His underwear did not stop its
descent at his thighs, nor at his knees, and Jason shuddered
as he realized her intent.  She meant to strip him bare and he
was powerless to prevent it.  The last remnant of any type
of modesty was passed over his ankles and brushed his
clenching toes as Maureen pulled his underwear completely
off and threw the garment across the room onto the
toy-littered floor.
	Jason had never felt as embarrassed as he did at that
moment, feeling both his underwear leave his body and the
stares of his new “friend” and babysitter on his unprotected
bare bottom.  He squeezed his eyes and his buttocks tight.
	Maureen did not care about his eyes.  His bottom
was what had her full attention at this moment.  She looked
down at the white lobes of flesh, furiously crushed together,
the dividing line tight and thin.  She looked up and smiled at
Caitlyn, knowing the boy did not see her gesture.
	“Come over here, Caitlyn,” she said.  “You’ll get a
better view as we examine his bottom.  You need to check
for cleanliness everywhere, you know...”
	Caitlyn got up off the bed and walked around to the
back of the boy, never taking her eyes off his tight little
bottom.  She longed to rub it’s smoothness, pry it’s cheeks
apart, examine his entrance and probe it’s secrets.
	“The outside looks clean enough,” Maureen said.  It
sounded to Jason as if she were teaching a class.  “Let’s
take a look at the inside.”
	Jason heard that and his breath caught again.  He
tightened his now vaguely sore bottom cheeks even harder,
and was rewarded with a hand slap across his bare bottom
which amazed him with its severity.  He gasped as the sting
reached the base of his brain and quickly forgot to keep his
cheeks firmly planted together.  He was still reeling with the
pain of that first spank when he felt Maureen lightly grab a
reddening cheek in each hand and gently apply traction in
opposing fashion.  The boy’s face turned crimson with
shame as he heard Caitlyn giggle when he exposed anus
came into view.  He was very glad that he had taken the
time to wash down there as well, for at least he knew he
was clean.
	He lay over Maureen’s lap for a long time, her hands
keeping his cheeks spread wide, both girls gazing down into
the valley of his buttocks, watching with morbid fascination
as his anus would flex and expand in the boy’s subservient
humiliation.  The coral colored aperture seemed to twitch
almost constantly, never providing a lull in the action as
Jason could only hide his face in the humid protection of his
folded arms.  The air cooled his anus while his bottom felt
warm from Maureen’s slap.  The two sensations seemed
maddening to the young boy, as he could not get
comfortable with either.  At long last, he felt Maureen
release his buttocks and relaxed as they sprung back
together again.
	Caitlyn took her place in front of Jason again and 
Maureen reached for the ruleratop the dresser.  The fun 
was about to begin...

TO BE CONTINUED..........

COMMENTS ALWAYS WELCOMED AND ENJOYED...   :o)

love---nicky   :o)     


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