Eighth Letter
Olive Jefferies to Edith Hudson
My dear Edith,
I’m so glad to hear you’re enjoying your stay in Scotland
However much you may miss Michael, I’m sure that a break
from being constantly on the alert for his mischief must be wonderfully
refreshing for you. I do hope you make the most of your holiday.
It will come as no surprise I’m sure for you to learn that
I’ve had to call upon the services of my friend Dr Langham rather sooner than I
thought. I’ve known Janet Langham for longer than I care to remember. As I
mentioned, one of Janet’s posts is that of School Doctor at a local boys’ school,
so she is very experienced in dealing with pubescent boys of Michael’s age.
The reason the need to consult her came about was because
Michael has been having ‘emissions’. I’m sure I don’t need to beat about the
bush with you, Edith, as you will have had experience of these unwelcome
occurrences before. After all you did take great pains to warn us to be on the
lookout for problems with Michael’s behaviour at night, so it proved fortunate
that we decided to put Michael into Brenda’s bedroom. She has proved invaluable
at keeping an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t get up to anything that he
shouldn’t after he’s been tucked up in his cot.
Indeed it wasn’t long… the second night Michael was with us,
in fact… that Brenda heard noises coming from Michael’s cot, so she got up to
investigate. Do bear in mind that Brenda is only thirteen and therefore a year
younger than your step-son, but she soon realised what Michael was up to and
caught him ‘red-handed’, masturbating!
Fortunately Brenda was quick enough to prevent Michael from finishing
his naughty game, but while she was giving him a pretty strict telling-off,
Michael’s penis suddenly erupted and a jet of sticky sperm squirted out and some
of it splashed onto Brenda’s nightgown.
Brenda naturally raised the alarm and I rushed to her room
to find Michael cowering in his cot, begging Brenda not to tell on him.
“What’s all this noise? What’s going on?” I asked, “Brenda…
are you alright? What’s Michael been up to?”
From the look on Michael’s face, the state of his pyjamas,
and the obvious signs of his ejaculation, I could see perfectly well what had
happened, but I wanted Brenda to tell me and Michael to be made to admit what
he’d been doing.
“Mummy, Michael was playing with his little willy,” Brenda
started (Edith, I had to smile at Brenda. Michael’s ‘little willy’ as Brenda
calls it, isn’t that small… in fact I
should say it’s a perfectly normal size for a boy of Michael’s age… we’ve all certainly
had plenty of opportunity to examine Michael’s penis since his arrival!)
“What do you mean Brenda?” I asked.
“Mummy, Michael had pulled his little willy out of his
pyjama-bottoms and he was rubbing it with his hand…”
I looked down at Michael who was now cringing, utterly ashamed
of himself, in his cot while Brenda calmly explained to me what she’d caught
him doing.
“Masturbating, Brenda… it’s called masturbating and it’s
very naughty of Michael to do it… his mummy has told me that he has been
absolutely forbidden to masturbate.”
“Then why was Michael doing it mummy… masturbating like that,
when his mummy said he wasn’t to?”
“That’s because Michael is a very naughty boy, Brenda.”
Well, as you know, Edith, naughty boys have to be dealt with
and I soon got in touch with Dr Langham. She asked me to bring Michael along to
see her and agreed that he should be given a thorough examination.
So it was that Brenda and I took Michael along to Janet’s
consulting-room. Brandon Tyler
“We’ll discuss this in more detail once we have Michael in
with us,” she said and I realised that she meant Michael to be made fully aware
of the shameful way in which he had behaved.
Janet stood up and strode purposefully to the door: “Brenda,
would you bring Michael in, please… Tyler
Michael didn’t look at all pleased that Brenda, never mind
Tyler, would be coming into the doctor’s consulting-room, but Dr Langham could
clearly see what was going through his mind and added: “I need Brenda to tell
me exactly what she saw you doing the other night, Michael… It’s very important
that I know all the details so that I can help you.”
Michael didn’t say anything as I think he was too
overwhelmed. It can’t have been very nice for him to be taken to see a lady
doctor by his mother’s friend and her thirteen year old daughter and a very curious eleven year old Tyler…
never mind that they’d all be there in the consulting-room while he was
examined by the doctor.
I’d dressed Michael in his brief white and yellow-striped shortalls
(no underpants, of course), with white ankle-socks and pink plastic sandals. It
was a warm day so Michael wasn’t wearing a tee-shirt… and besides I thought
doctor wouldn’t want Michael to wear too many clothes, as I was sure what he
was wearing would soon be coming off anyway!
The advantage with Michael’s shortalls is that they can be
loosened very easily and the minute Dr Langham saw them she complimented me on
my choice of Michael’s clothes. Michael simply squirmed with embarrassment. As
you know, Edith, Michael hates wearing shortalls as they can be adjusted to
minimise upper-thigh coverage as much as one wants… and one usually does want
Michael’s thighs bare right to the top!
“Shortalls certainly do make my job a lot easier,” Dr
Langham concluded, “They can be loosened and taken down, or completely removed
in no time at all…”
“… first things first though… Michael, I want you to put
your hands on top of your head… can you do that for me? Good boy. Now I want
you to keep your hands on top of your head… understood? You’re not to move your
hands unless I say so.”
Michael did as he was told and nodded obediently. He looked
worried. Brenda was standing to one side and slightly behind him. I was sitting
facing him and Dr Langham was standing right in front of him. Tyler
After examining his eyes and ears, Dr Janet picked up a
tongue depressor: “Open wide Michael… Good boy… a little wider… very good. Now
keep your mouth wide open…”
Dr Janet placed the depressor towards the back of Michael’s
tongue and looked into his mouth. At this point she decided to ask Brenda a
question:
“Brenda… exactly what did you see Michael doing with his
penis…?”
I thought Michael would choke as he spluttered and coughed. Dr
Janet took the depressor out of his mouth, but insisted he open it again as she
wasn’t quite finished looking in his mouth.
Once she had started to examine Michael’s mouth again, Dr
Janet nodded and Brenda proceeded to tell her what she’d seen Michael doing in
his cot.
“I see, Brenda… and was Michael actually touching his penis
when he ejaculated sperm? Try and remember… it’s very important.”
“I don’t think so Dr Langham,” Brenda replied, “… no, I’m
sure he wasn’t touching himself, because when I caught him… doing it…”
“Masturbating, Brenda… you caught Michael in the act of
masturbation.”
“Yes, Dr Langham… masturbating.
When I caught him masturbating, Michael took his hand away and his willy… sorry
doctor… his penis… his penis sort of twitched even though he wasn’t touching
it…”
Michael stood still with his mouth wide open and with a very
worried look in his eyes as the doctor put down the tongue depressor. She
picked up a torch.
“Keep your mouth open… you can do better than that Michael…
wide open… that’s right… Now Brenda when Michael’s penis twitched, was that
when he ejaculated? Michael, I’m not going to tell you again… keep your mouth
wide open… Carry on Brenda…”
“Yes Dr
Michael looked as if he wanted the floor to swallow him up
and it was clear he was thoroughly ashamed of himself. So ashamed that he
didn’t try to say anything or even deny what Brenda was saying to the doctor.
“That’s excellent… yes that’s very helpful Brenda… It
certainly gives me an idea of what needs to be done to help Michael with his
problem. Alright you can close your mouth now Michael… keep your hands on your
hand though!”
Michael’s look had quickly changed to that one of worry. I
could see him asking himself, ‘What problem? What does the doctor mean? I
haven’t got a problem…’ But his expression didn’t last for log as Dr Langham
decided it was time to proceed with Michael’s ‘examination’.
Janet turned to me: “Would you be so kind as to loosen
Michael’s clothes for me…”
One of the many useful things about shortalls, Edith, is
that Michael could keep his hands on his head as I unbuttoned the braces of his
shortalls. The buttons held up the bib of course and that flopped down and
allowed Janet to place her stethoscope on Michael’s chest, while I slipped the
braces over Michael’s shoulders, where they hung down from the waist. All that
held up the shortalls now were the buttons, one each side of the bottom half of
the shortalls, located at Michael’s hips.
Michael shivered as Janet moved the stethoscope to various
point across his chest, then down onto his tummy, getting lower and lower.
Michael looked worried, but then Janet suddenly stopped and told Michael to
turn round. He did as he was told, but found himself facing Brenda. I noticed
that when Michael moved his shortalls slipped a little, not much but enough to
make him wish he hadn’t been told to put his hands on his head, I’ll bet!
Edith, Michael looked so sweet standing there in Dr
Langham’s consulting-room… so sweet and cute. You’d never guess why we’d had to
take Michael to the doctor’s to have an examination. Was this the same little
boy who’s been caught playing with his penis by my daughter? Was this the little
boy who’d squirted his sperm as he was ticked off by Brenda? Yes, Michael stood
there looking every inch the sweet and innocent schoolboy, a boy like any other
at the School Doctor’s for a routine check-up.
Janet was now standing behind Michael facing his back. She
placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned forwards, close to his left ear,
and spoke: “Now Michael, I’m just going to have a little look at your penis. In
a moment we’ll be taking down your shortalls so that I can carry out my
examination… understood?”
Michael nodded. His face was a picture, Edith… bright red
and clearly very worried about what
was going to happen in front of us all.
Janet continued: “There’s no need to be nervous, Michael…
Mrs Jeffries is here to hold your hand while I examine your penis and
testicles… and don’t worry if your penis stiffens when I touch it during the
examination… it’s perfectly natural for a boy of your age to have an erection
during the procedure…”
I’m sure none of this did anything to alleviate Michael’s
acute embarrassment, Edith, and when Dr Langham asked Brenda to help by
unbuttoning the shortalls, I really thought Michael would try and make a run
for it!
With the side-buttons undone, there was nowhere else for
Michael’s shortalls to go other than downwards. They slid easily down his long
smooth legs and Michael was bare from top to toe!
“Turn round Michael so that I can have a good look at you,”
Dr Langham ordered.
Michael shuffled round to face the doctor and as he did so
his slim, hairless penis jiggled from side-to-side and came to rest pointing
downwards, but undoubtedly slightly tumescent which of course added
considerably to Michael’s embarrassment.
By the side of me Tyler
Janet walked over to a chair by her desk and sat down. She
then patted her lap and told Michael to come and stand in front of her to be
examined. Poor Michael looked from left to right, not quite sure of himself and
trying to decide whether or not to take his hands from his head and bend over
to take off his shortalls. Dr Langham made up his mind for him:
“Come along Michael… we haven’t got all day and I need to
examine your penis and testicles… Now come over here where I can see you properly.”
Michael shuffled across the room. It was most amusing to
watch as he was hobbled by the shortalls around his ankles and with his hands
still up on his head there was nothing Michael could do to prevent us all from
seeing his penis doing its waggle-dance between his legs. By the time he
reached Janet, Michael’s penis had stiffened a little more, as I’m sure was the
intention of making him shuffle across the floor. My friend Dr Janet can be
very mischievous at times!
Michael stood facing the doctor and I could see his lower
lip quivering as he looked down at himself. Dr Janet, of course, was full of
her professional cheerfulness, telling Michael not to worry and that everything
would be alright, that she’d soon sort out his little problem… all things designed,
I’m sure, to make Michael feel anything but
reassured. Then she started the examination…
Michael flinched as Janet took hold of his penis and lifted
it this way and that, looking at it closely, pulling it, holding it up and
stroking the side with her finger-tip.
“Hmm… no sign at all of any little hairs yet, Michael. That is unusual for a boy of your age. I’d
certainly expect to see at least a few little hairs sprouting around the base
of your penis by now. All the boys of your age who come to see me have
something to show… but you’re still as smooth as silk. Let’s have a look at
your scrotum. No hairs there either. Still very pink and winkled, but your
testicles are developing nicely… I’ll be measuring them properly in a moment…”
“… Tyler
Eleven year old Tyler
“Now Tyler Tyler
Dr Janet took hold of Michael’s penis again and this time
examined his foreskin. She rolled it backs and forwards over the pink head of
the now obviously tumescent penis.
“That’s alright, Michael… there’s no need to be shy… I know
your penis is getting a little stiffer, but that often happens when little boys
visit the School Doctor… but I need to make sure your foreskin is nice and
loose… just stay still… nearly done…”
Dr Janet then called over to Brenda:
“Brenda, I wonder if you could help me…? I need to examine
Michael’s testicles a little more closely, so I need you to hold his penis up
out of the way… would you do that for me?”
I could see from the way he looked at me that Michael was
about to complain, but I simply ignored him and spoke to Brenda: “Of course
you’ll help Doctor Janet, won’t you darling…”
Brenda moved over to stand next to Michael and waited her
instructions.
“Good… It’s so nice to have helpers,” Dr Janet said by way
of encouragement. “Brenda you hold Michael’s penis like this… very good. Now Tyler
I’m not at all sure if it was quite necessary for Janet to
take all those measurements of
Michael’s penis and testicles. Brenda and Tyler were willing helpers though and
I’m sure that Brenda learnt a lot from the experience.
I’m pleased to report that Michael was well-behaved and kept
his hands on his head throughout this part of his examination. However, when Dr
Janet started to ask him about his ‘problem’, I’m afraid he became rather less
co-operative.
Brenda was again forced to recount what had happened. She answered
all Dr Janet’s detailed questions fully, much to Michael’s acute embarrassment. In the
absence of Michael’s co-operation, Janet was forced to make her own diagnosis…
It seemed, she said that Michael was suffering from a
build-up of sperm. This condition was exacerbated by excessive masturbation
which stimulated the over-production of semen. When masturbation was
subsequently brought under control, or the boy was ordered to stop
masturbating, sperm was perforce ejaculated by means of nocturnal emissions or
by the slightest stimulation of his erection. In the later case the boy’s penis
was on a hair-trigger and the slightest touch could often be enough to cause
the sort of spasm Brenda had witnessed. As Brenda had seen, emission of sperm
under these conditions could be both powerful and voluminous.
I asked Janet if there was anything that could be done,
since Michael was forbidden to masturbate and I didn’t want to have him leaving
his sticky boy-mess everywhere.
Thankfully Janet told me there was something which could be
done. It was called ‘milking’. This was a clinical procedure which was used to
relieve boys of the build-up of sperm by means of controlled extraction
techniques. The function of these techniques was twofold: Firstly, to ensure
the maximum release of semen and secondly, to achieve this in such a way as to
deny the boy any pleasurable experiences, or orgasm which would normally be
associated with masturbation.
“To summarise,” she said, “Michael will need to be milked on
a regular basis, say every two days to start with. I will collect and measure
the volume of his sperm, since any variation in quantity will tell us whether
he has been furtively masturbating… I hope you are paying attention, Michael…
Now, since Michael ejaculated less than 36 hours ago, I will not take today’s
measurement as a basis for future…”
Michael was horrified: “You’re not going to…. Not now…! Please…
please, doctor…”
“Of course I’m going to milk you Michael… Mrs Jefferies
brought you along today for treatment…”
“Oh, but please… not in front… of Tyler and Brenda … please,
doctor…”
“Don’t be silly, Michael…” It was Brenda who spoke this
time. “Don’t be silly… I saw you squirting all your boy-stuff…”
“But… but that was an accident…”
“Michael that’s enough,” I said, “We’ve brought you here for
Dr Janet to help you… If Dr
As you can imagine, Edith, Michael made a big fuss when Dr
Janet started to milk him. Tyler
“That way you keep the boy under your complete control,” Dr
Janet explained to Brenda. “You must pay no attention to him when he starts to
plead with you to let him ejaculate… You will do him no favours if you let him
do so… Each time you feel his penis start to twitch in anticipation of release,
stop immediately…”
There was a look of intense concentration on Brenda’s face
as Dr Janet explained how to milk boys. She was a quick learner and soon had
Michael begging to be allowed to ‘cum’, as he called it rather vulgarly. Dr
Janet calmed Michael down, telling him that he would soon be allowed to ‘milk’,
but I don’t think he fully understood that he wouldn’t be experiencing the
intense pleasurable feelings that he was used to when he masturbated furtively
by himself.
The look of disappointment on Michael’s face was priceless
as Janet expertly manipulated his penis, milking him so that the semen merely
bubbled out and dribbled into the measuring jar a bit at a time. Michael’s
ejaculate slithered down into the glass as he gasped and another blob of slimy
fluid was squeezed into the jar.
Michael’s frustration was palpable and I wondered how long
it would be before he broke down completely. Yes, there were a few tears to be
seen rolling down his face by the time Dr Janet had finished, but as she
explained patiently to Michael, it was all for the best.
Well, I’d best be signing off, Edith. It’s been a long day
and I’ve yet to give the boys their baths! Brenda has very kindly offered to
help and so I’ve asked her to supervise Michael and Brandon. Although I
mentioned in an earlier letter that Brenda occasionally baths her twin brother,
she hasn’t actually done so for nearly two years now. I expect Brandon
With kindest regards,
Olive
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