Mrs Muir was the first to speak: “I hope that has taught you a lesson, Lucas. You should always ask permission before you do something like that.”
Lucas was very contrite. The spanking Ashley had given him with the clothes brush had been awful. He had struggled to support himself in the wheelbarrow position and he sincerely hoped Ashley wouldn’t make him adopt that particular position in future. Of course what Lucas really wanted was not to give Ashley the opportunity to spank him again… ever! He resolved there and then to try his best never give Ashley a reason.
As for Ashley, she was over the moon at having been able to use a clothes brush and have Lucas positioned in such a vulnerable way across her lap. She had marvelled at the way she was able to control Lucas as he bucked and wriggled about. She was already eagerly looking forward to the next opportunity to repeat and hone her newly acquired spanking technique. Ashley was also excited by the prospect of telling her friends and fellow sitters what fun she’d had spanking Lucas’s bottom.
It should also be noted how impressed both Ashley’s mother and Mrs Kite had been as they watched Lucas receiving his smacked bottom. Indeed Mrs Kite went so far as to say how she would have no hesitation in recommending Ashley to her sister if she herself was unable to look after her rambunctious nephews. “Annabelle has had no luck in finding sitters with enough experience and authority to look after her boys… the last girl who came to sit for her couldn’t even put the boys into their pyjamas properly, never mind getting them tucked up in their beds on time. That’s why I end up being asked to sit for her… my sister knows I won’t stand for any nonsense.”
Meanwhile, as Mrs Kite continued to regale her audience with tales of her naughty nephews, Lucas stood quietly rubbing his sore bottom with both hands. Naturally with both hands occupied his penis was fully displayed. Upon glancing downwards Lucas was appalled to see the physical evidence of the tingling sensation he was experiencing in his nether regions was becoming all too apparent. There was little he could do, but to wish the floor would open up so that he could descend, if not into the netherworld, then at least away from the acute embarrassment that was sure to be coming his way when his nascent erection was noticed.
It wasn’t long before that happened and it was Mrs Muir who drew attention to the growing boner now visible: “Lucas Rudge! What is the meaning of this! And in front of Mrs Kite as well…” She was clearly exasperated at Lucas’s lack of self-control..
Ashley, who was standing to one side and slightly behind Lucas, looked eagerly in the direction her mother was staring and saw the tip of Lucas’s penis midway in its northerly ascent. She moved forward for a better view, but her mother intervened somewhat prudishly: “Turn your head away, Ashley… don’t look, it will only encourage him…”
But Ashley wasn’t having any of it: “Oh, mummy, don’t be so Victorian, I’ve seen lots of boys like that when I’ve been looking after them for their parents… for goodness sake, mummy, it’s only a boy’s penis.”
“That’s as maybe, Ashley, but Lucas should show some respect and learn to control himself…”
Ashley was amused by what her mother had said. Was she seriously expecting a fourteen year old boy to have any sort of control over his penis? She smiled as she tried to suppress her excitement at witnessing Lucas’s increasing embarrassment in front of them all.
“Mummy, Lucas can’t help it… he’s been jumping about after his spanking and you saw how his penis was bouncing all over the place… it’s no wonder he’s getting a stiffy…”
“A stiffy… where on earth!” Mrs Muir was surprised by her daughter’s casual use of such a word, “What sort of language is that, Ashley?” she added rather primly.
Ashley wasn’t about to be criticised for using slang she knew to be common currency among schoolboys: “That’s what boys call it… a stiffy or a boner… isn’t that so, Lucas?” she said, looking at Lucas for confirmation.
If he had any say in the matter Lucas would sooner he was not consulted on the issue and would have been happier left out of the conversation altogether. It was shaming enough to have an erection in front of everyone, never mind being expected to talk about what was happening between his legs. It seemed hardly possible his face could get any redder, but somehow it managed to turn a deeper shade of crimson as he mumbled his reply with head lowered so as to avoid making eye contact.
“Um… er, sometimes I suppose…”
Mrs Kite stepped in with her observation: “It’s just the sort of language I’ve heard used by my nephews… fascinating use of that word ‘boner’… I wonder if boys think it really is a bone that suddenly pushes its way into their penis,” she said with a smile, “Certainly my younger nephew seems to delight in informing me whenever his older brother has an erection, which inevitably leads to heated fraternal arguments as you can imagine.” She paused, as if reflecting on her nephews’ behaviour, before adding, “Yes, many’s the time I’ve had to step in and restore order with a few good, hearty smacks on their bare bottoms.”
This interested Ashley: “Was it because the older boy had a stiff… had an erection, or because they were fighting?”
“Because they wouldn’t stop arguing… naturally you can’t punish a boy for having an erection… they have them all the time, as you can see… anyway, at least not unless he’s very naughty and starts to play with it without asking for permission…”
Although Ashley was perfectly aware of what Mrs Kite was alluding to, she couldn’t resist asking her what she meant, in the full knowledge this would embarrass Lucas, her bashful boyfriend, even further.
Ashley’s mother was sure her daughter knew perfectly well what Mrs Kite meant, nevertheless she explained: “It’s a polite way of saying that a boy was masturbating.”
Ashley’s eyes lit up and breathlessly she turned to Lucas: “Do you do it, Lucas? Do you play with your penis… masturbate like mummy says… do you?”
Lucas was struck dumb. Could matters get any worse? Never the quickest of thinkers, he at least saw the danger of admitting that, yes, of course he masturbated just like every other boy he knew… but just like every boy, Lucas regarded masturbation as a subject unfit for discussion with anybody but his closest friends, boys that is. Complete denial was the only sensible option… particularly given what Mrs Kite had just said.
With these thoughts racing around in his head, Lucas didn’t know what to do. He looked plaintively at Ashley, unable to speak. Ashley saw the pitiful, helpless look of a little boy on his face and could tell that Lucas was distraught, maybe even on the verge of tears.
Ashley reached out and put her arm around his shoulders, pulling him a little closer: “It’s all right… you can tell me, Lucas. Mummy and Mrs Kite won’t be upset. They know boys can’t help themselves…” She was so sympathetic it almost broke Lucas’s heart. He couldn’t lie to her. He couldn’t fib and tell an untruth. Ashley was his girlfriend and boys shouldn’t keep anything from their girlfriends, Lucas was sure of that. If she asked him if he masturbated, Lucas was going to have to be honest. He curled his lower lip inwards making himself look even more like a lost little boy in Ashley’s eyes. At last he nodded. Ashley smiled.
“That’s my brave little soldier,” she said gently squeezing Lucas’s shoulder, “There, that wasn’t so difficult was it?”
Lucas shook his head from side to side to indicate agreement, his lower lip still held firmly between his front teeth. He wondered what would happen next.
Unable to meet Ashley’s gaze, Lucas looked down only to see that he was now sporting a full erection. Every few seconds his penis would twitch as if it was doing its best to prolong Lucas’s embarrassment by drawing attention to itself. It seemed not to matter where Lucas looked. He was trapped, facing seemingly endless shame and embarrassment.
Ashley spoke again: “Lucas…” She made him look up at her. The tone of her voice was such that he now knew what was coming. “Will you make me a promise?”
His mouth relaxed, but Lucas remained silent as, wide-eyed he gazed at Ashley.
“You’re my boyfriend, Lucas,” Ashley cooed, “Surely a boyfriend can make his girlfriend a little promise?”
Ashley’s mother and Mrs Kite stood watching, both thinking what a fine, level-headed girl Ashley had turned out to be. They were both impressed by the way Ashley displayed her complete mastery of the delicate situation unfolding before them. And they both knew that boys needed someone to take firm control of their baser instincts.
Lucas knew it was unlikely he he would have any alternative but to agree to whatever it was that Ashley was going to make him promise. He knew that if he didn’t, he would be forever cast out, if not into the wilderness, then surely into a girlfriendless outer darkness. The thought of losing his status among his school chums that having a girlfriend had brought him was something that made his legs turn to jelly. Lucas nodded.
“You heard what Mrs Kite said about boys playing with themselves without asking for permission?”
With a degree of reluctance Lucas nodded again. Now he was absolutely sure of what his promise to Ashley would entail.
“Now that I’m your girlfriend, Lucas, you are to promise me that you won’t play with yourself unless I say you can… I think that’s only fair, don’t you, Lucas?”
Lucas thought this was very unfair. As every boy knows, masturbation is the one treat that never disappoints.
“I can trust you can’t I, Lucas? You know playing with yourself is silly and it would make me so happy if you didn’t do it in secret… and there shouldn’t ever be any secrets between a girlfriend and her boyfriend, should there? If you only play with yourself when I say you can, I’ll know that you do truly want to be the best boyfriend a girl could wish for. You’ll do that little thing for me, won’t you?”
Now Lucas was faced with such an insurmountable problem that once again he didn’t know what to do or what to say. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. His eyes took on the shape of two large saucers. What should he do? It was bad enough, indeed awful, to have such a subject even mentioned, but for Ashley to talk about him giving up the one guilty pleasure he so looked forward to was terrible. The consequences of what she asked were too horrible to contemplate. What did she mean by saying that he could only ever do it when she said he could? How would that work? Was she going to be there when he did it? Watch him?! What if he said ‘no’? What would his friends say when they found out Ashley was no longer his girlfriend? What if he said ‘yes’? How would he be able to explain that he couldn’t join in when his friends wanted to play wanking games together?
These thoughts and more whizzed around inside the head of Lucas while three pairs of eyes looked fixedly in his direction. Once more it was Mrs Kite who took it upon herself to add her twopenn'orth.
“As far as I can see you’re still in the little boys’ club,” she said looking pointedly at the bald pubis of Lucas, “so it would be just as well for you to listen to what Ashley says. She is a very sensible girl and I know she wouldn’t ask this of you if she wasn’t sure it was needed. Boys of your age have to be told what’s good for them, so let’s not waste any more time discussing this, Lucas. I’m sure I speak for her mother as well when I say that it’s a splendid idea of Ashley’s to help you to control yourself… so can we take it you agree to do what she says?”
Faced with this verbal onslaught poor Lucas felt what little ability he had to make up his own mind slip rapidly away. It was easy enough to make up rules when you didn’t have to follow them, he thought. But in the end he agreed that henceforth his girlfriend Ashley would have the final say on when he was allowed to masturbate.
In an odd way though Lucas was relieved that he’d agreed to do what Ashley asked. He no longer felt anxious and realised deep down that maybe wanking at every opportunity was, to use a felicitous expression, getting out of hand. Besides, it showed that Ashley was serious about being his girlfriend and he wondered if this sort of control was par for the course and that other boys with girlfriends also had to submit in the same way. For sure, not a subject he would feel comfortable in discussing with other boys, but it was something to consider. The more he thought about it, the more Lucas allowed himself to believe that to have Ashley control this hitherto private aspect of his life was a sign that he was growing up and that gave him a sense of pride and belonging that he’d never experienced before.
Mrs Muir was next to speak: “Well, I’m glad we’ve got that settled… but now what are we going to do with that naughty penis of yours, Lucas? We can’t leave it like that, it’s most disconcerting and I shan't be able to measure these costumes properly with it sticking out like that… it will just get in the way.”
It was true, in spite of, or perhaps because of all the talk about masturbation and the strange nervous excitement of being naked in front of everyone, Lucas’s penis remained resolutely aroused. His bottom still smarted after the spanking Ashley had administered and as Lucas continued to rub his hot cheeks his erect penis waggled from side to side. The state of his arousal probably wasn’t helped by the fact that Lucas hadn’t actually masturbated properly for a couple of days. He’d had some strange notion that he should keep himself ‘pure’ for his forthcoming date with Ashley… and now this noble impulse had in some sense been fulfilled in the form of his submission and acceptance of Ashley’s right to take control of his penis ‘playtime’.
The errant penis had to be dealt with and both women looked at Ashley. It was a sign and acknowledgement that Ashley was in charge and expected to take control of the situation.
Mrs Muir spoke again. She was brief and to the point in addressing her daughter: “Well?” she queried.
Ashley was a little surprised. However she was confident she understood what her mother meant, but had to be sure: “What? Here, mummy?” she replied.
“Why not? We can’t very well continue until something’s done about it.”
Ashley turned to Lucas. She was about to speak, but Lucas had guessed what Mrs Muir meant. He was horrified and for a brief moment his jaw dropped before he interrupted, pleading with Ashley.
“Oh no! Please… please don’t make me do it… not here… please, Ashley…”
Ashley sighed in spite of her excitement at this development: “But Lucas, you heard what mummy said… she can’t make any more costumes with it sticking out like that. There’s nothing to be worried about… mummy and Mrs Kite aren’t going to mind if you need to play with it to make it go down…”
Lucas was getting himself into a state: “But please, Ashley… I can’t…”
“Of course you can, Lucas… you’ll do it for me, won’t you?”
Mrs Muir and Mrs Kite, seeing how Ashley was quite capable of dealing with Lucas, left her to it and got on with some sewing while they waited for their ‘model’ to make himself respectable again.
Lucas thought of something else: “But… but I’ll… I’ll, you know…”
“Know what, Lucas?”
“I’ll… I’ll…”
Mrs Kite, who had been half listening, spoke up: “He means he’ll ejaculate…”
Ashley was thrilled at this news: “Oh, can you, Lucas?! Can you ejaculate already? I didn’t think that boys without any hair down there could do it… Oh, you are clever!”
Lucas was caught between being indignant at the thought there was ever any question of his being able to cum and the ongoing, seemingly endless embarrassments he was suffering in the front room of his girlfriend Ashley’s house.
But before he’d had time to think of the consequences, his resentment at Ashley’s doubt about his ability to ejaculate caused Lucas to blurt out: “‘Course I can!” A nanosecond later it dawned on Lucas that now he would be called upon to prove the truthfulness of this statement.
Ashley, on the other hand, couldn’t believe her good fortune. Twice she’d had Lucas naked over her lap for a spanking, once in the boys’ outfitters with her hand, then, not half an hour ago right here in her own home, with a clothes brush and now she was going to watch him masturbate! Could it get any better, she wondered?
Her mother spoke: “Be a dear and make sure Lucas doesn’t make a mess on the carpet…”
“Yes, mummy,” Ashley replied and then spoke to Lucas, “You’d better tell me when you’re ready to ejaculate… we don’t want it going everywhere. You heard what mummy said.”
Ashley was clearly very definitely in charge now. Lucas dejectedly nodded his head as he became aware there really was going to be no escape… he was actually going to to have to wank right there in the front room. His penis was as hard as ever. ‘Am I crazy… what’s wrong with me?’ he thought, or would have thought if he’d been even halfway less anxious about what he was about to do.
“Right then, come over here where I can keep an eye on you.”
Lucas heard Mrs Kite as she leant over to speak to Ashley’s mother: “Your Ashley’s a treasure.”
“I can see you’re nervous,” Ashley said with a sympathetic lilt, “But it’s the only way, isn’t it? You must know it’s the only way we’ll get that naughty penis of yours to behave itself.”
Lucas again tried to plead his case: “Can’t I go and do it in the bathroom, Ashley? Please… not here in front of you and… and…” Lucas looked across the room, indicating where Ashley’s mother and Mrs Kite were making themselves busy with the costumes. Mrs Kite saw him and smiled back, causing Lucas to become even more anxious than ever.
“Don’t be silly, Lucas,” Ashley admonished him, “How can we be sure you’ve done it properly… I trust you Lucas, but we do need to be sure, so that’s why you’ll have to play with yourself here in the front room… Don’t be shy, there’s no need. I know how embarrassed you are at not being able to control yourself. I know you must be nervous, but there’s no reason for you to be… honestly you’ll feel much better when you’ve finished… and then you’ll be able to carry on helping mummy and Mrs Kite, won’t you?”
All this talk of him needing to masturbate right there in the front room in front of everyone was having a strange effect on Lucas as his penis continued to remain steadfastly erect. He would hardly call it exciting to be standing there naked, so he didn’t understand why his heart was pounding. Yes, for sure he wanted to grab hold of his stiff nob and wank himself into oblivion… but right here… right now?!
Ashley was beginning to get a little impatient: “We’re waiting, Lucas…”
Finally he capitulated. Realising there was no alternative, Lucas turned his back on Ashley and took hold of his penis.
“No you don’t!” Ashley snapped. “I need to see what you’re doing… turn round and face me.”
Lucas slowly turned, but unable to face seeing Ashley, her mother and Mrs Kite, he squeezed his eyes tight shut. He simply couldn’t bear looking at Ashley as he began to masturbate.
“Eyes open, Lucas… look at me… look at me while you play with your penis.”
Lucas opened his eyes while he gripped his penis which took the terrible experience to a whole new plane of awfulness. Ashley, on the other hand, was thrilled to be watching a boy rubbing his penis. She was fascinated to see the look of fierce concentration on Lucas’s face as his fist whipped up and down his erection before she realised that Lucas was attempting to climax as quickly as possible. Of course Ashley could have no idea how long it would take before Lucas ejaculated, so in order to prolong her enjoyment she decided to keep interrupting, asking Lucas questions and making him pause.
“Just a minute, Lucas… let me see your hand for a moment… the one you’re using to play with yourself silly…”
Lucas stopped. He let go of his penis which, clearly disappointed at the interruption, twitched and jerked as Lucas held out his hand for Ashley to inspect. She took hold of it turning the hand upwards so she could look and run her fingers across the open palm. She had no idea what she was looking for… it was simply a way of prolonging Lucas’s nervous embarrassment.
“Gosh… your hand is really hot,” she finally observed, “Doesn’t it hurt when you’re rubbing yourself so hard… I think you should do it more slowly, or you’ll end up giving yourself friction burns.”
Ashley could also see that Lucas was panting and a thin layer of sweat had formed across his brow, so she told Lucas that he could hold his penis, but not to rub it again until he had calmed down and got his breath back.
All Lucas wanted to do was to get it over and done with, and as soon as possible too. Okay, there were occasions when it was necessary for a boy to masturbate to ejaculation quickly… like the situation he was in right now. But Lucas much preferred to take his time, for example when he edged with his best mates and they held out to see who could last the longest before they spunked up. He enjoyed these games and would miss them now that he had agreed to Ashley taking control of this aspect of his life.
While she watched Lucas fiddling with his penis, Ashley was thinking about what her mother had said about Lucas not making a mess on the carpet. Perhaps it would be better to take Lucas into the kitchen, she thought.
In keeping with many houses of the period the floor of the kitchen was laid with red quarry tiles, so when Lucas was finally allowed to cum, his ejaculate would be easy for him to clean up. Ashley had also thought of somehow collecting the emission, but was more curious to see how far it would spurt when Lucas erupted. Ashley was fascinated and thrilled to be given this opportunity to watch a boy as he masturbated. She was determined to see every aspect of boys’ secrets exposed for her education… and amusement!
“Mummy, I’m going to take Lucas into the kitchen,” Ashley decided, “It won’t matter so much if he makes a mess on the floor in there…”
“What a good idea, darling,” Mrs Muir replied, “Just make sure he cleans up afterwards.”
“Yes, mummy… I’ll make sure.”
With that Ashley took hold of Lucas’s left hand, telling him to keep hold of his penis with his other hand, and led him through to the kitchen.
Ashley drew up a stool to one side of Lucas so that she could sit and watch him as he masturbated. She had positioned Lucas so there would be plenty of room for his cum to spurt out without hitting anything.
“How far do you think it will go?” Ashley asked Lucas, not needing to explain what she meant.
Lucas looked at Ashley as he squeezed his penis, more for comfort than anything else: “Dunno… a few feet, I guess…”
Before she sat down to watch the performance Ashley had another idea and picked up a saucer from a shelf. Bending down placed it four feet in front of Lucas: “There… see if you can reach the saucer,” Ashley declared.
Lucas was flabbergasted. His eyes bulged and his jaw dropped. What was Ashley doing? This was the sort of game he played with his friends. How could Ashley possibly know? Did she suspect what they got up too? Had one of his pals squealed?
Lucas wasn’t to know that no one had said anything to Ashley. The idea had only just come to her, but that didn’t stop Lucas from feeling very nervous indeed at the suspicion she knew more about boys’ masturbation games than he realised.
Nevertheless Lucas managed to tell Ashley that he would try: “What if I do?” he asked out of curiosity more than anything else… well, maybe there was a touch of boyish bravado in there somewhere that suggested Lucas would have no problem in hitting the saucer with his spunk.
“It will make it easier for you to clean up that’s all,” Ashley told him as she sat down on the stool. “All right, you can start again… no, wait… I’ve an another idea!” she exclaimed.
‘Blimey… what now!’, Lucas thought, increasingly desperate to get things over and done with. The longer Ashley faffed about, the worse it was for Lucas: “Pleeeease, Ashley… can’t I just do it?”
“No Lucas… be patient. I’ve an idea that will help…” Lucas watched as Ashley leapt from her stool and picked up the minute-minder which her mother kept by the stove. “I’m worried about you hurting yourself, so here’s what we’re going to do…”
To Lucas’s horror Ashley explained that she would use the minute-minder to time him. Lucas, she said, would masturbate for thirty seconds, then stop for thirty seconds and put his hands on his head. He would then masturbate for another thirty seconds, then rest for half a minute and so on until he ejaculated and attempted to reach the saucer in front of him.
“Is that clear?” Ashley asked.
‘Crikey o’Mikey! This was not going to be easy’, Lucas thought. Edging with your mates was one thing, but even they hadn’t tried it being timed like Ashley was going to do.
Lucas nodded and told Ashley that he understood.
To begin with the start-stop masturbation was ‘merely’ frustrating, but the longer it went on and the closer Lucas came to his orgasm the more desperate he became. Each time he was told to stop and take his hands away his penis twitched and jerked as if it was begging Lucas not to stop, to carry on. As the tingling in his penis grew ever more intense, Lucas pleaded with Ashley to please let him reach his climax. After five minutes of this Lucas was driven almost insane, with the need to cum pushing him closer and closer to the edge. But ever the dutiful boy, Lucas obeyed, putting his hands on his head every thirty seconds no matter how distressed he became, until at last, masturbating with barely ten seconds to go before the next order to stop, he ejaculated.
Spunk shot upwards out of Lucas’s penis as he squealed at the top of his voice that he was cumming. Within an instant the fluid released had reached the zenith of its trajectory before a stronger force pulled it down towards the kitchen floor in a graceful arc… gravity’s rainbow; a perfect parabolic curve of pure boy juice. Lucas was on the verge of collapse at the intensity of his orgasm, but managed to stay upright and direct his cum towards the saucer Ashley had placed on the floor in front of him.
It was the turn of Ashley’s jaw to drop as her eyes took in the sight of Lucas ejaculating in the kitchen. To her amazement she saw that almost all of Lucas’s cum had landed in the saucer.
With a few more tugs on his penis, Lucas savoured the fruits of his labours.
The minute-timer beeped.
“Hands, Lucas…” Ashley reminded him.
“But it’s best bit!” Poor Lucas was mortified this final pleasure was to be denied him.
Ashley looked at him sternly until Lucas stood with his hands placed back on his head, the sticky fingers of his right hand matting his hair with spunk. Then gleefully Ashley clapped her hands in applause: “How clever of you! Well done, Lucas…”
Eyebrows were raised in the front room when Mrs Kite and Ashley’s mother heard Lucas exclaiming his imminent ejaculation.
“Good heavens, what a commotion!” Mrs Kite exclaimed as she paused in her sewing.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Ashley has everything under control,” Mrs Muir replied.
Mrs Kite added: “Boys are so noisy when they get over excited… it’s just the same with my sister’s boys… and… well I hope Lucas hasn’t made too much of a mess.”
“I’ve no doubt Ashley will make sure he cleans it up…”
And just at that moment Ashley came into the front room holding the saucer in front of her at arms length, whilst carefully avoiding letting her fingers get too near the pool of thin ejaculate. “Look, mummy… look what Lucas did!” she said excitedly, “I made him aim for the saucer… and look, he did it! Isn’t he clever, mummy?”
“Yes, dear, but what are you going to do with it now?”
Mrs Kite spoke: “If I had anything to do with it, I’d make him put it straight back where it came from…”
Mrs Muir was taken aback: “Whatever do you mean, Emilia?”
“It won’t do him any harm and it might do him some good… I’m told it contains all sorts of nutrients and minerals…”
Ashley’s mouth fell open. Even she hadn’t thought of that! She turned her head towards the open door and called out: “LU-CAS!!”
