Margaret paused, with her hands on Paul's boxers halfway down his calves. She was staring at his willy. It was neither a little boy's, nor a man's, but somewhere in between. It hung freely, neither small nor large, but it had a beautiful shape to it and was perfectly proportioned. Pubic hair was in the process of surrounding it, but it had not completed its mission yet, and it had not begun its long march to his scrotum which hung tidily behind. Margaret tried to think back to when she was a child, but she could recall no clear images of such things, and she could not remember ever having been in a position to see a boy of this age so naked. Comparing it to Ben's was natural, and she concluded that it was more mature, but not so far ahead of Ben that there was no similarity. She grew curious about how it would look erect, and how it would look transforming from one to the other. She decided that she would have to see for herself.
Paul was excruciatingly aware of the delay. He stood, mortified at this attention, knowing that Mrs Weaver was staring at his naked bottom at the back, and Mrs Davison was staring at his naked willy at the front. She had only paused in lowering his pants for a couple of seconds, but it was long enough for him to know what she was doing. He was already blushing as much as was humanly possible, and he prayed that she would just get on with it and spank him, so that his ordeal could come to an end. He wanted to be dressed, and to escape; to run off and join Victoria and the solace he would find there.
Margaret forced her attention downwards to Paul's feet and she continued with the job of removing his boxers, being aware that as she did so, Paul's hands drifted inwards to clasp together in front of his groin. It seemed such an innocent, instinctive reaction, but she knew it must be purposeful, betraying his humiliation. She lifted each of his feet in turn until she was able to lay his boxer shorts aside. She sat back a little and looked up at his beetroot face.
"Come on then poppet let's show Auntie Diane what you look like" said Margaret, turning Paul to face Diane. Paul kept his head down and his hands clasped.
"Isn't he cute?" said Margaret.
"He's very cute" said Diane "But we don't allow naughty boys and girls to cover themselves up when they're being punished, do we?"
"Oh Paul, you naughty little boy, you mustn't' cover yourself up in front of Auntie Margaret and Auntie Diane" said Margaret who was now admiring Paul's bottom. It was full and firm, with a flowing graceful line. It didn't protrude as prominently as Ben's did. It didn't tug at some deep and unconscious instinct that demanded a pat or a smack as it passed, it tugged at something else, equally primitive and equally compelling that demanded it be stroked lovingly. Margaret did just that. Her hand rested, tentatively at first, on his buttocks, and then with more confidence she rubbed up and down gently "Come on, let's have those hands at our sides shall we?"
Paul closed his eyes briefly, trying to reject the feeling invoked by Margaret's contact. It was somehow both a childish and an erotic experience at one and the same time. It was intimate, but somehow belonged in the camps of both being young and cared for by a loving mother, and being in the arms of a lover. The crossover; the confusion; this overlap of these two distinct and separate sets caused Paul to shiver and become disorientated.
Sensing Paul's hesitancy, but misunderstanding it, Margaret smacked him lightly, and thrilled at the feel of it. "Paul, now don't be naughty, do what Auntie Margaret says!" she said.
This simple act clarified things for Paul. He was back in the childish camp and thoughts of eroticism fled his mind. He moved his hands, not swiftly, but with enough purpose to head off any further smacks or warnings.
Diane smiled as Paul's genitals were revealed "He's a handsome boy" said Diane "I do hope he's not being naughty with that willy of his, especially with my Emily, or I shall have to be very cross. And it would be a very dangerous thing to have your bottom bared near me when I'm very cross, my boy."
Paul didn't respond. Anything he said, whether denying the suspicion or not, would be dangerous at this stage.
"We can go into that later" said Margaret "When we've dealt with this naughty bottom of his."
Paul tensed slightly and both Diane and Margaret spotted the change in his body. They both raised eyebrows.
"I think we shall have to" said Diane.
"He'll tell us. One way or another, he'll tell us all we want to know. Won't you, poppet?" said Margaret turning Paul to face her again.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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