LESBIANS PREFER LITTLE BOYS

BY TOMMY

Part 2

The bubbles stuck to his nose and he brushed them off. He looked
round at the large bathroom. He'd only been in the bath about
five minutes. The water was a little too hot, but he'd got used
to it as usual, lowering himself gently into it, an inch at a
time. At least the ladies had left him in peace for a while.

His dinner had been good. Sausages, fries, ketchup, bread –
mostly heated up in the microwave – but good nonetheless. Oh and
a large glass of milk, which they had told him he had to finish!
At least it had been nice and cold, though the last mouthful had
tasted strange.

They'd left him to eat alone in the bedroom, but not before
issuing strict instructions on how he was to wash the plate and
cutlery before having his bath. Ah yes, the bath. The short woman
had run that for him. He'd seen her squirt in the bubble bath. He
liked bubbles.

Of course, he'd cried again when they'd left him. He wanted his
Mummy so badly. Why did they choose him? His bottom still felt a
bit sore but not as much as before. Oh, that had been awful! Did
they really spank boys like that years ago? Even over his shorts
it had been painful!

He'd placed his clothes on the chair near the bath, but he hadn't
found any pyjamas. He hadn't looked in the cupboard in the other
room. Ah, he'd forgotten that one! The large cupboard in the
bedroom had just contained lots of funny looking things - but
nothing he could wear. If the ladies didn't come back, he'd have
to wear his pants and vest to sleep in. He yawned and splashed
some bubbles over him. Perhaps he'd wake up and it was all a
silly dream, perhaps….

The door opened. "Ah what a good little boy, already in the
bath!" Deirdre entered the bathroom, followed by Tina, a
camcorder in her hands. Tina laughed. "Just look at all the
bubbles" she said, scooping a few up in her hand. "I bet you've
been having a great time here!"

Ben looked at them nervously. He'd done what they said, hadn't
he? Washed up, put his clothes on the chair, got into the bath.
Surely they'd leave him now to have a bath and…

"Right Ben, put your head back" said Deirdre, already putting
some shampoo on her hand. "Let's get you nice and clean." The boy
scarcely had time to react. His hair was washed, his ears and
neck scrubbed.

"P..please miss" he blurted through a torrent of water dropping
from his head, "Miss, I can wash myself miss, really, I can…"
Deirdre laughed and glanced at Tina who was filming from the end
of the bath. "Don't be silly Ben. Boys your age never wash
themselves properly." She quickly soaped his shoulders and back.
"Stand up please Ben."

Reluctantly, Ben stood up, bubbles dropping from him, a few still
clinging here and there. Deirdre saw he kept his hands clasped
together in front of him and smiled. She finished washing his
back and tummy. His backside was still covered with a layer of
bubbles, which she wiped off.

"Move your hands away please Ben" she said pleasantly, running
the bar of soap up one leg. She soaped the other leg. "Hands by
your sides Ben!" she repeated, smiling at him.

She saw him swallow nervously. "Don't be silly Ben" she
whispered, still smiling. Ben felt a tear forming. He had no
choice. Slowly he moved his hands. "Good boy, now let's see how
clean I can make your little bits and pieces shall we?" Ben
wished he could just disappear. His face reddened as he felt her
fingers sliding between his legs, around his little balls and
teasing his willy. She held his balls in her hand soaped them
very gently. Her other hand teased his foreskin, gently easing it
back. Suddenly he flinched and pulled it out of her grasp.

"Oh did that hurt?" she asked, a worried look on her face. Ben
looked confused. "It..it didn't feel nice miss" he replied after
a few seconds. Deirdre laughed. "Oh Ben, of course it didn't.
That's because you're not used to having it washed properly.
Look, I'll show you…"

To Ben's intense embarrassment, she held his small penis firmly
and pointed to his foreskin. "When you wash your penis, Ben, you
have to pull the foreskin all the way back. Now just stand still
while I finish!"

It felt awful! Ben whimpered and clenched his buttocks as the
lady applied more soap and slowly dragged his tight foreskin back
over his little purple glans. She ran her finger over the
uncovered area. "Ohhh miss!!" Ben jumped and almost fell. Tina
laughed but Deirdre held the tip of the boy's penis hard and
looked at him angrily. "You silly boy" she said loudly, massaging
the tip. "I've a good mind to take you straight to the schoolroom
for a good spanking! Now be quiet!"

Deirdre glanced briefly at Tina. Yes, she was getting everything.

"You see Ben, it feels uncomfortable because you haven't been
washing yourself properly in the past." She took his foreskin
between her thumb and forefinger and pinched it to get his
attention. "You see this skin here? Well, some boys have this cut
off when they're babies, others need it cutting off when they're
older, especially if the foreskin is too tight.

She saw Ben watching anxiously as she continued pulling it back,
his mouth wide open and his legs shaking slightly. "There we
are!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "All the way back!"

Tina took a close up as she ran her soapy fingers along his
willy. With her other hand, she resumed her teasing of the boy's
delicate testicles, now relaxed by the hot water and hanging
loosely between his legs. Such funny things, she thought, feeling
each testicle in turn. Like two hardboiled eggs without their
shell. So delicate. So vulnerable.

A cough from Tina jolted her out of her reverie and she realised
with surprise that the boy's penis was stiffening and was slowly
lengthening in her hand. She grinned and ran her index finger up
behind his balls. The effect was electric! His penis felt so hard
now! She shook her head in wonder. Boys! These things between
their legs… just so disgusting! Yet… so very interesting!
A picture in her head. Years ago. The children's home. A boy
pinning her to the wall while his friends watched. Holding
his…his…horrible..

"Get it down Ben!" The words were quiet but spoken through
clenched teeth. She closed her eyes and swallowed. Boys, men..
bastards, all of them! "Make it go soft again!" Her fingers
tightened around the boy's little scrotum. "Now Ben!"

Ben looked as if he wished the ground would swallow him up. Why
did his thing always do this? Recently, it had been doing it more
and more. But it felt so nice. Especially when he played with it
under the bedclothes. When he rubbed it and started that tingly
feeling and….. "S..sorry miss" he mumbled, his face bright red.

Tina sighed with pleasure as she got a good close up. This was
great! She saw Deirdre grip the boy's balls tighter. "Oww, please
miss…." Deirdre squeezed harder. "Now Ben!"

As if realising the game was up, the boy's penis started to fall,
the excited nerves now competing for attention with the myriad of
nerves now screaming from within the little dangling balls next
to it.

Deirdre continued to squeeze until the sad little specimen had
hung its head in shame and shrunk back to its rather pathetic
looking floppy state.

"Right, now keep it like that!" Deirdre ordered, rinsing his
privates with water. "Turn round, face the wall. That's right.
Good boy." Ben felt her hands over his lower back, then running
down his legs. A second later they were all over his bum, each
buttock squeezed and fondled while Tina filmed.

"Bend forward slightly please Ben. Hands on your knees. Yes,
good. Stick your bottom out. No, more! Good. Stay like that while
I wash you properly!"

To Ben's intense embarrassment, he felt her finger soaping the
area deep between his buttocks. He wriggled his rear around
wishing her fingers to leave, and presenting a most entertaining
for the women in the process.

"Stop moving about Ben!" ordered Deirdre, removing her hand for a
moment. "Keep absolutely still." She paused. "I have to wash your
bottom hole now and it's going to feel a bit strange. If you
wriggle again, I'll give you something to wriggle about!"

Ben stood still and grimaced as he felt her finger slide inside
him. This was horrible! Only once before had he felt this, a few
years ago when a doctor had checked him for possible
appendicitis. That had been awful, but had only lasted a few
seconds. This lady was taking ages!

Deirdre glanced at Tina and winked. She'd read about what
happened if you caressed a man's prostate gland. Was it really
such an erogenous zone as the magazines claimed? That was it,
just there! Yes, she could definitely feel it, but Ben was only
just starting puberty. Would it stimulate him in the same way?

"Good boy, Ben, nice and clean now" she said after a few minutes.
She removed her finger and patted his bum. "I think you can get
out of the bath now. Come on." The boy straightened and she had
to bite her lip from stop herself from giggling. Whether it was
the prostate massage or the small dose of viagra and cialis she'd
put in his food, she didn't know, but the boy's small manhood,
only recently having been the object of criticism, was now
sticking straight up defiantly, as though daring her to force it
down as she'd done before.

There was a brief silence. "Ben, I really am most disappointed in
you." Deirdre's words were spoken quietly, but her face was as
dark as thunder. "How dare you exhibit such lack of self-control
in our presence? You're a naughty, dirty little boy, and naughty,
dirty boys are severely punished. Out of the bath now!"

Confused and close to tears, the boy stepped out of the bath and
was enveloped in a large warm towel before being led back into
the large bedroom. Deirdre dried him quickly and then sat down.
Much to his continued embarrassment, she removed the towel from
him and threw it in the bathroom before sitting on the edge of
the bed and taking his hands in hers. Ben was already crying, and
she gently wiped a tear from his cheek. She shook her head in
astonishment. His erection was still as rock hard as ever,
pointing straight up her like an accusing finger.

"Oh Ben, whatever are we to do with you?" she asked, shaking her
head slowly. To Tina's delight, she took the boy's throbbing
penis in her hand. Ben gasped and Tina zoomed in on what her hand
was doing. "You know Ben, that you deserve a very sore bottom for
this, don't you! A very sore bottom indeed!" She glanced at Tina
and paused. "However, I wonder if there's a way for you to show
us how sorry you are. That way, I may be a little more lenient."

Ben looked at her, biting his lip, his eyes red. What she was
doing to him was so embarrassing, yet the nerves in his groin
seem to cry out for more. What was going on? He shut his eyes and
blinked again. He swallowed. "M…Miss, I'm sorry miss. Really
miss, I…"

"Well, in that case, we'll see how you behave tonight and maybe,
just maybe, I won't be too severe with you. Are you going to be
good tonight Ben?" The boy nodded. He didn't know what she meant,
but whatever it was he'd do his best. The tone in her voice
suggested that whatever she had planned as punishment was going
to a lot worse than the spanking he'd received earlier. He had to
avoid that at all costs!

"You see Ben, you're going to be our little sex toy, and you have
to work hard to make us happy – otherwise…." She kissed his nose
and laughed at his expression. "No Ben" she said, putting her
finger on his lips. "Don't ask any questions. Just do exactly
what we say and you might, just might avoid going to sleep
tonight with a very red bottom.

He swallowed nervously. What did she mean? She'd said 'sex toy'.
He knew a bit about sex, well, the little he could remember from
his classes, though they'd been a lot of giggling then. He saw
the lady looking down and realised his erection had vanished.
"Good boy" she said kindly. "Let's keep it like that shall we?"

She stood up and went to the wardrobe. "Well then our little sex
slave, shall we get you ready?" Ben looked around for something
to put on. Perhaps they had pyjamas somewhere. He saw the tall
lady looking at his privates and blushed. He hated being naked.
What was he going to wear. He raised his hand. "Miss, what am I
wearing miss? Can I get dressed now miss? I can't see.." Deirdre
laughed. "Oh Ben, don't be silly. Do puppy dogs wear clothes?"
Ben shook his head, looking puzzled. "No miss, but…" "Because I
want you to be just like a little puppy dog." She laughed again
and sat down.

"Turn round Ben, that's right. Hands behind your back. That's
right." Deirdre opened a small leather bag and emptied the
contents onto the bed. Ben felt her take his small hands and tie
them together with something soft. "Good boy." She turned him
round again and tickled his tummy. "Doesn't feel too tight, does
it?" Ben shook his head. The leather straps binding his hands
were strong but extremely soft. But what…?

"Now we put the reins on" she continued, glancing at Tina. "Do
you know what reins are Ben?" He nodded. Deirdre smiled. "Well we
sometimes use reins to control little boys. Look, I'll show you."

Ben jumped in surprise as her hand closed round his small balls.
"Ssshh Ben, not a word!" she warned, seeing him about to speak.
"I just have to put this on, thus…" She placed a tiny strap
around the boy's testicles and pulled it tight, making him wince.
On the strap was a small metal ring, onto which she tied a long
leather cord. "There, that's one, now the other."Ben watched in
horror as she took his penis between her finger and thumb and
stretched a thin piece of Velcro a few times round, just behind
his little purple glans. The Velcro, like the strap now gripping
the lad's balls, also had a small ring, which received a second
cord.

"There my little puppy dog, time for walkies." Deirdre checked
that Tina had filmed everything, and stood up. "Come on doggy, on
your toes. Let's go and fetch something from the classroom. Come
on!" Holding both cords in one hand, she strode out of the door,
followed quickly by a very anxious Ben, walking fast to keep up.
Tears came to his eyes. This was not happening! Please let it be
a dream, please! He closed his eyes for a second and sniffed.

A sharp pull on his small manhood brought him back to earth.
"Come on little puppy!" joked Deirdre, her eyes shining. She
entered the room and pulled the boy in, flowed by Tina. "Right, I
think our little puppy dog here needs a bit of training" said
Deirdre, looking at her friend. She grinned and opened the
cupboard. "Hmmm, I think one of these, and, hmmm, oh yes, this as
well." Ben recognised the riding crop, but the other object was
strange. "This is a tawse" explained Deirdre, showing it to him.
She winked at Tina. "Hmm, the problem is puppy dog, that since
these are for you, it's only right that you should carry them,
but how? Ah yes, I know. Open wide!" She slid the leather handle
of the tawse between his teeth. "Good, carry it like that. Now,
the riding crop? Hmm, oh I know."

To Ben's intense discomfort, she pulled the boy's buttocks apart
and pressed the thin whip between them. "There, now just clench
your bottom and hold it firmly!" Tina came closer with the
camera. This was just so….

"Come on then puppy, back to the room!" Ben, penis was yanked
round and he trotted obediently behind the lady. In the corridor,
the riding crop suddenly fell on the floor. Deirdre sighed and
picked it up. "Naughty puppy!" She wedged it back between the
boy's large soft buttocks and waved her finger at him, her eyes
sparkling. "Naughty puppy will be punished. Quickly now!"

They returned to the bedroom and Deirdre took the tawse from the
boy's mouth and wiped it. "This as well, I think" she said,
removing the riding crop. Where was Tina? Her friend appeared at
the door. "Sorry, just had to change the battery" she explained,
switching the camera back on.

"I think it's time to start training our puppy" announced
Deirdre. She smiled at Ben, fidgeting as he looked first at Tina,
then back to the implements in Deirdre's hands. "Miss, I.. Miss,
I have to go to the loo miss" Ben whispered, looking embarrassed.
Deirdre sighed. "Oh very well Ben, if you must. Come on!"

Ben was led to the bathroom and to his horror, both women stood
next to him, watching. "Well get a move on!" ordered Deirdre. She
saw Tina laugh and blushed. Shit, she was so horny! Gently, she
took the boy's penis in her hand and held it for him. "If you
don't pee in about two seconds, I'll be very, very angry!" she
muttered, tightening her grip. Ben closed his eyes and finally
managed to let it go.

"Finished?" Deirdre wiped the tip of his penis and pulled the
cord playfully, chuckling as his little manhood bounced up and
down. "Good. Now let's try out one of the toys." Leading him back
to the bed, she sat down and pulled him gently across her left
knee so his tummy was on the bed. "Hmm, what a nice bottom you
have Ben!" she said, jiggling his buttocks with her hand. She
picked up the tawse. "Are you going to do exactly what I say,
Ben?" There was a pause. Ben sniffed and tried to look round.
"Yes miss, I promise miss, please, what…?" Deirdre ran the tawse
down his crack. "Sshh Ben. Silence please." She gripped the tawse
firmly and tapped his firm thighs with the end. "Before we start,
I think you need a little reminder of what's waiting for you if
you don't try hard." Smiling at Tina, she placed her left hand
over his two small hands tied behind his back and moved them
higher.

She raised the tawse. Crack! Ben jerked and burst into tears.
Tina zoomed in on the red line now decorating the boy's thigh.
Deirdre looked at the tawse closely. "Hmm, much better than I
thought. Ready Ben? Keep still. You've got plenty more coming!"

For the next few minutes, the room rang with the crack of the
tawse and shrill yelps of pain from the boy. Tina filmed
constantly. The look on the boy's face was so funny! It stung
like hell, that was clear, but the red marks covering his
backside and thighs would be gone by the morning.

"Okay, that's enough for now" announced Deirdre, placing the
tawse on the bedside table. She felt the heat from the boy's bum
and laughed. "So Ben, I do hope you're going to work hard for us.
Otherwise we'll have to have another play with our toys here."
She lifted him up off the bed and wiped his eyes. "Sshh, stop
crying now. Time to get to work!"

She closed her eyes and pulling the boy close to her, kissed his
wet nose. "Stick your tongue out Ben. That's right. As far as you
can!" She smiled and kissed him again. "Puppy dogs like licking
things, don't they Ben?" He nodded, sticking his tongue out as
far as he could. Anything to keep her happy! His bum felt so
sore! "You're going to be doing a lot of licking tonight Ben!"
She felt a shiver run through her body and stood up. Shit! She
couldn't wait any longer. Ben watched in amazement as the lady
undressed in front of him, his eyes fixed on her large breasts as
they swung before him. He'd seen breasts before. Oh yes. Those
naughty magazines, and that newspaper his Dad hated, but….
Deirdre sat down again and took Ben's head in her hands, stroking
his hair. She was breathing faster now and her eyes looked
glazed. She opened her legs wide and smiled at the confused look
on the boy's face. "Well little puppy dog, let's get that tongue
busy!"