THE TRAINING OF TIMMY - CHAPTER 10
  By Hooked6
  
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  THE TRAINING OF TIMMY
  By Hooked6
  
  Chapter 10
  
  Once inside the house my Aunt explained to Susan and Tina
  what I had done, how I wore the shirt with the sign attached
  to a cord wrapped around my penis and when the clerks pulled
  it I danced for them as instructed. She told them how I was
  spanked by each of them and even though I was erect, I had
  held back and didn't squirt.
  
  I was proud of myself as she described that morning's
  events. 
  
  After my Aunt finished, Susan asked "Well, is he still, you
  know, erect? Or did he loose it on the way home?" My Aunt
  turned to me and said, "I don't know, Timmy, take of your
  shirt and show us your condition please."
  
  I eagerly pulled off my shirt and displayed my stiffened
  member. Tina smiled and so did Susan. Both congratulated me
  on learning my lessons well so far. 
  
  "My mom thought you might be coming along," said Tina. "I'm
  especially glad for you." With that she gave me a quick hug
  being careful not to push against my privates.
  
  Tina took off the ribbon that was still attached to my cock
  and gave it to my Aunt along with my shirt that was on the
  floor.
  
  "Timmy, you are on a roll. I think that we should try and
  see how long you can keep it that way without squirting.
  I'll set the timer in the kitchen. I want you to keep it up
  as long as you can, OK?" said my Aunt.
  
  "I'll do my best I answered. It was going to be difficult. I
  was starting to leak again in front of Tina and her mom.
  "How do I keep it up?" I asked innocently. Susan laughed and
  said, well if it starts to go down, we might give you a
  little help or some inspiration or maybe you can just rub it
  a little like you did when you were in the ice bucket,
  remember?"
  
  "Oh yeah," I replied.
  
  Everyone sat on the couch and I was made to stand in the
  middle of the room before them. They engaged in idle
  conversation, as they watched and waited. 5 minutes passed
  and I was still erect. I was very excited but I wanted to
  see how far I could go, so I got involved in what the girls
  were talking about and didn't focus on my body. Then my
  penis start to droop. Tina noticed it first and said, "oh
  oh. . . " I looked down and saw that it was now parallel to
  the floor. I touched myself with my right hand and stroked
  it a few times. I quickly regained my stiffness. Tina
  giggled as she saw me touch my penis and giggled a little.
  This, more than anything, got me aroused again. I was wet
  and started feeling pressure building down there again and
  my breathing quickened.
  
  Susan knew what was about to happen., "No,NO,NO, Timmy. You
  had better stop now or you'll. . ."
  
  It was too late, the pressure was too great and I couldn't
  hold back. My penis jerked down and I shot a stream across
  the floor, then another and another - four total shots and
  then my penis just spasmed another 10 or so times dripping
  just a little. 
  
  "OH TIMMY!" cried Susan in a disappointed tone. "You were
  doing so good."
  
  Tina ran into the kitchen and shouted "8 minutes!" as she
  looked at the timer.
  
  I feared another beating, but my Aunt said that she had
  promised me a reward for doing so well in the store so she
  wasn't going to punish me THIS TIME with emphasis on the
  words THIS TIME.  
  
  
  As I stood there with my hands wet and my stuff on the
  floor, My Aunt told me to clean it up and then I could go to
  my room and rest. I started to head to the kitchen to get a
  paper towel but she stopped me by saying, "Timmy, where are
  you going?" I told her to what I was going to do and she
  said, "No, I want you to put it back where it came from,
  like yesterday. You know what I mean don't you?"
  
  Oh dear. I DID know what she meant. How humiliating! I first
  licked my hand. There wasn't too much there but it was
  gross. I thought I was through, but as I looked up at my
  Aunt she was pointing at the floor. I tried to use my hand
  to scoop up the small puddles on the floor, but I couldn't
  get much up that way. Tina was laughing hysterically at my
  predicament.
  
  I finally resigned myself to just licking the stuff up with
  my tongue. It was disgusting. After I was done though, Susan
  and Tina both applauded as if I had done something
  marvelous. I guess that was one of those things I had to do
  for their pleasure, not mine, I figured.
  
  "You can go to your room now. I'll tell you when you can
  come out."