THE TRAINING OF TIMMY - CHAPTER 9 By Hooked6 Hooked6@hotmail.com Copyright September 1, 2000 by Hooked6. All rights reserved. No reproduction, retransmission, re-posting on another Internet site is permitted without the expressed WRITTEN consent of the author (Hooked6@hotmail.com). The following story is for mature ADULTS only and is pure fiction. Any similarity to actual events is pure coincidence. The story is for ADULT entertainment. The plot of the story if it were true may be considered illegal or abusive in some localities. The author neither advocates or condones such conduct but believes in the right of free creative expression. The author understands the difference between fantasy and reality. By reading this article, the reader hereby asserts that this material is appropriate for the area in which the reader resides and is of an appropriate age to access ADULT material. Comments are ALWAYS welcome. THE TRAINING OF TIMMY By Hooked6 Chapter 9 I had just finished my last dance for Francine when my Aunt returned. She saw me and looked at my pelvis a second. I think SHE knew that I was nasty as she called it under my shirt, but I was hoping she didn't. "Excuse me, Could one of you ladies assist me?" My Aunt asked. Francine said, "I would be happy to. Is this your little boy? He's soooo precious the way he dances when you pull that string." My Aunt smiled and said, "Yes, Timmy is always doing stuff that like. He's got quite an imagination." My Aunt said she needed some help picking out a pattern in the back of the store. She then grabbed my hand and the three of us walked back to the last row of shelves. "I want to make a shirt and pair of pants for my nephew here, but I am having trouble picking out the right pattern. Timmy is growing so fast that I can't afford to BUY him new clothes all the time. I like this shirt and pants design," she said as she held up a few patterns, "But I am having trouble choosing the right SIZE pattern. I know each one can be altered a little in size. But, Should I get this one or that one?" she asked as she held up two identical patterns, but apparently of different sizes. "What do you think?" my Aunt asked Francine. The clerk examined each pattern carefully for a moment. "Well," Francine replied, "It's hard to say." She looked at me in my over-sized shirt and said, "My suggestion would be to measure him. That way you would know for sure. I have a tape measure here in my pocket." Francine then put her hand into her side pocket and pulled out a roll of a cloth-type tape measure. "I can measure him for you if you would like." she offered. "That would be great!" my Aunt said. She then took a hold of my shirt. "First, we'll have to get rid of this shirt. It's so big you can't really measure him accurately." What was she THINKING?! My Aunt couldn't have forgotten that I was NAKED under this shirt. Part of me wanted to show myself to this pretty lady, but mostly I was scared to death. My eyes looked pleadingly into my Aunt's as if to beg her not to do this, but my penis started dribbling so my body was obviously saying yes. My heart was racing and my heart began pounding. My Aunt's hands pulled the shirt up and over my head as the cloth string and the cardboard sign fell through the neck hole and onto the floor. There I was naked, erect and dribbling that clear stuff down my shaft in front of this pretty lady. Francine let out a gasp and her facial expression turned from being friendly to being offended. "TIMMY!" What on earth are you playing at?" my Aunt demanded. "Just what do you mean by leaving the house this way?" I just looked at her with a confused look. I had no idea what she was doing but I knew I wasn't supposed to say anything or I would make matters worse. I was really excited standing there naked with this cloth string wrapped around my penis. Francine looked at my cock and then into my eyes. Though her face was angry, I thought I detected a twinkle in her eyes. "Why you little PERVERT!" said Francine. I stood silently before them. My Aunt turned to the clerk and said, "I'm so sorry. He's always getting into mischief. He has some serious lessons to learn. Would you mind?" Francine seemed to know what my Aunt had in mind and just responded, "No. . . not at all." My Aunt turned me around and leaned me against a row of shelves. She pulled my behind out toward her and I felt the first of many hard slaps against by backside. At first I was humiliated beyond belief that this wonderful new lady that I really liked had to see me get a whipping - bare assed no less. But as the slaps continued, a funny thing happened. . . I WANTED her to do it. The sounds of giggling from Francine as she said, "Maybe you'll learn something from this young man," really got me very excited. I started to enjoy my punishment even though the butt was in pain. Soon the older lady came back to where we were and inquired, "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" Francine turned toward her and explained, "Your little cute toy is actually pervert. He was NAKED under that shirt and that string was actually wrapped around his little dick. SEE!" "Oh for heaven's sake!" She said as she eyed my bobbing erect penis as it moved with each slap of my Aunt's hand. My Aunt stopped and said, "Would any of you like to help?" Both ladies said almost simultaneously, "With pleasure!" Francine started first. Her blows were light at first but increased as she gained experience. After 15 slaps the older lady started. SHE obviously had experience whipping bad little boys. I broke my Aunt's rule about speaking and shouted "OW!" with each slap. My Aunt turned me around to face the women. "Now Apologize young man this instant!" I meekly said I was sorry to each of them. My cock was still throbbing and erect and still leaking clear liquid down my shaft. I was made to put my shirt on as my Aunt paid for a pattern she thought was my size and dragged me by the hand out the door. Once in the car and safely on our way, my Aunt started giggling which eventually turned into all out laughter. She turned to me and asked me how I was doing?" "Ah. . . I'm OK," I said. Still laughing, my Aunt said, TIMMY, I'm proud of you. I really enjoyed that and you endured it all for my sake. You're such a good little boy." "Um, Aunt Helen, can I ask a question?" My Aunt turned to me as she stopped at a red light and said, "OK, go ahead." "I'm confused. You WANTED me to get into trouble?" My Aunt started laughing again. "Timmy, before I answer that, let me ask you a question and I want your honest answer. Did you like what just happened?" I didn't have to think about it, I knew what to say. "Well, YES. . . Yes I did, but not the spanking. I think I am beginning to understand that my body, I mean my penis, gets big and wet whenever I'm around girls. Is that supposed to happen?" I asked. My Aunt said, "Timmy that's all part of sex. Do you know what sex is?" I shook my head no. "Not exactly. My mom hasn't ever really explained that to me, but I hear the guys talk about it sometimes." "Your penis gets big, or a better term is erect, when you get ready to have sex - or at least want to. The trouble is that you can't force sex upon a girl. She has to want it. SHE decides when and IF you get satisfaction. NOT YOU. I'm proud of you today. Do you realize what you did that was so wonderful?" "No," I replied. "For the first time, you were aroused, I mean erect and didn't squirt that white stuff. You were patient. I think we are making progress." As we came to another stop my Aunt as me if I was still aroused. I said I thought so. "Pull up your shirt and let me see, please," she asked. I lifted my shirt up and willingly showed her my still erect and wet cock. "VERY GOOD TIMMY! You've held back all this time. If you can keep from squirting until we get home I'll give you a reward, OK?" "I'll try," I answered. This whole discussion was educational. I learned that I was supposed to big but not whenever I wanted to I think. It was exciting just talking about it. I wanted to know more. When we pulled into the driveway Susan and Tina were waiting on our front porch. "Wait until you hear what Timmy did today!" she said.