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PeterFile#13 - AUNT EMILY'S BOARDING SCHOOL
THE PETER FILES, A CASE STUDY OF MASTURBATORY ADDICTION
Published by
The Masturbation Dependency Program
Institute for Correction of Sexual Misbehavior
Series Editor: Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital Therapist
See Peter File #01 for a List of Available Chapters
The series "The Peter Files" presents a longitudinal
case study of masturbatory addiction in an adult male, conducted
at The Institute for Correction of Sexual Misbehavior. The
series is made available in order to increase the public
awareness and understanding of the problem of masturbation
dependency in males and especially as a resource for those
persons in a co-dependent relationship with a habitual
masturbator.
WARNING: this series involves a frank and explicit
exposition of masturbatory practices and may cause sexual
arousal in susceptible males. IF YOU EXPERIENCE PENILE ERECTIONS
OR THE URGE TO ENGAGE IN UNSUPERVISED SEXUAL SELF-STIMULATION,
WE URGE YOU TO STOP READING AT ONCE AND SEEK THE GUIDANCE OF A
QUALIFIED GENITAL THERAPIST.
--------
(Editors Note: the following events occurred early in
Peter's masturbatory career. Once more we see how
well-intentioned actions by care providers may have unintended
consequences in young males pre-disposed to masturbatory excess.)
PeterFile # 13: Aunt Emily's Boarding House
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One summer early in Peter's teen years, his mother sent
him to stay with his Aunt Emily, who ran a boarding house for
young men in the north of England. Peter was quite excited, both
at the novelty of the trip and at the prospect of being more "on
his own" for the summer. He had only recently discovered the
boyish pleasures of masturbation, and he was looking forward to
having opportunity to explore them out of the supervision of his
parents. Little did he know that his mother's suspicion of his
secret activities was the prime motivation for sending him to
the care of his aunt.
After a long, tiring journey he reached her house, an
large old Victorian, with a sign out front:
Aunt Emily's Boarding House
Training and Discipline Young Gentlemen
His aunt was a warm, matronly woman of over forty. She
would not be considered attractive by normal standards, being of
a plump and somewhat dowdy appearance. She was, however,
extraordinarily buxom, a fact brought palpably home to Peter as
she hugged him in a warm greeting. She was wearing a simple work
dress to do her gardening, and breathtakingly deep cleavage was
visible between the straps of the dress. As she pressed him to
her bosom his face was momentarily buried between her
mountainous swells.
A quick tour around showed him about a dozen boys in her
school, ranging in age from 6 to 18. They currently
superintended by an assistant instructor, a young woman in her
20's named Elizabeth. There was also a maid-of-all work, a
teenage girl named MaryAnn.
After she settled him in his room, Aunt Emily suggested
that he bathe and freshen up, and she would be up to see him
later. Finding a bath towel missing, he went down to ask the
house maid MaryAnn for one. But as he passed the closed doors of
the parlor, he heard curious sounds: muffled slaps and the
indistinct crying of a male voice. MaryAnn winked at him "Madam
is entertaining one of her boys". Peter wondered what she meant;
perhaps some television program? He had heard that British TV
was quite different from American.
As he relaxed naked in his bath, he lay wondering just
how big his aunt's breasts might be. He knew this speculation
was not entirely proper, but he also was thinking that this
might be an interesting image to explore in a masturbatory
exercise, and felt the delightful tingle in his penis signaling
an incipient erection. He was looking forward to christening the
bath tub with his first ejaculation in England.
Suddenly the bathroom door sprang open and in bustled
his aunt. Peter gasped in surprise and quickly leaned forward,
grasping his knees to cover his nakedness.
"Hello, dear. Having a nice bath, are we?"
"Auntie, please! I don't have any clothes on!"
"Oh that's all right, dear. Auntie Em's come to see you
have your bath. Your Mum wants me to see to it that you learn
proper English habits while you are with me. We'll start with
your bathing and make sure you do it thoroughly."
She pulled up a stool beside the tub and smiled at
Peter. "Now I want you to lather up and scrub real well while I
watch and make sure everything gets washed."
She made him take up the soap and sponge and begin
washing as she watched. Peter was very embarrassed to be
completely naked in front of her, but he was grateful at least
that the surprise of her entry had shocked his penis back to a
decently flaccid state.
He dutifully scrubbed all his body as she watched,
excepting only his male organs. When he was done, she asked
impatiently, "Well, aren't your going to wash your private
parts? I'm sure your mother taught you to!"
Blushing crimson, Peter took his small penis in his
hands and began gingerly soaping it. He was terrified that it
would begin to respond to his familiar touch and betray his
masturbation habit with an uncontrollable erection, and to his
horror he felt it begin to stir and stiffen in his fingers. His
washing became so diffident that his Aunt snorted in frustration:
"Here now! That's no way to wash your Willie. Give me
that soap!" She brushed his hands aside and took his penis
firmly in her own hands. She began a vigorous soaping and
scrubbing all along the length of his shaft, paying special
attention to the sensitive band of skin just beneath the head.
"You have to get your Willie good and clean to prevent chaffing
or infection. It's especially important to wash this little bit
here, just below the head, as that is where dirt can hide."
Her stimulation had the predictable result, and Peter
watched in horror as his penis began erecting stiffly in her
hands. At first she seemed to ignore this obvious phenomenon of
sexual arousal, and Peter hoped that she would be finished soon.
But then she casually remarked, "There now, see how much Willie
likes a good scrubbing? See how he stands up tall and proud for
it?" She gave his penis several friendly squeezes and moved her
hands away, looking directly at Peter's bobbing erection. "You
have a nice little Willie, Peter. You will make a girl happy
someday with it."
Peter was flooded with confusion at her casual
acceptance of his intimate male response. He hardly knew what to
do with himself as his aunt beamed in approval at his naked
erection pointing up out of the bath water.
"Now I want you to put some conditioning oil on your
Willie. It's very important to keep it from chafing or being
irritated." She handed him a bottle of what looked like baby oil
and instructed him to apply it liberally to his member. Peter
began spreading the slippery liquid over his penis, not shyly as
before but with vigorous strokes, as Aunt Emily directed. He
felt deliciously naughty caressing himself openly in front of
her as she watched, and wondered where it would lead.
But suddenly she brought him up short: "You play with
yourself quite a lot, don't you Peter?"
He jerked his hands away, leaving his penis bobbing
nakedly by itself. "What . . . I . . . no . . ."
"Of course you do, I can tell by the way you stroke
yourself. It's a vicious habit, Peter, and I want you to
understand that there will be none of that under my roof!" This
last in a scolding voice.
"Uh . . . no, Aunt Emily!" It looked like his summer
liberty might be less than he hoped. But then she said more
gently,
"We'll talk more about your little problem later, and
Auntie Em understands a lot more about it than you think. But
better let me take over with the oil, now." She liberally doused
her hand and began stoking his penis from root to head.
"This is the way to oil your Willie, nice and slow. Be
sure to use plenty of oil and rub it in well. See how much
Willie likes it, how stiff he gets?"
As she applied the oil, she leaned well forward and her
enormous bosom thrust over the rim of the bathtub, cantilevering
just in front of Peter's eyes. He tried to look away, but his
eyes kept returning as drawn by magnets.
"You seem mightily interested in my bosoms, Peter."
"I . . . I'm sorry, it's just, . . . "
"Don't be shy about it, dear. Young boys your age are
always curious about a woman's body. Would you like to see it
now?" She shrugged down the strap of her dress and her
incredible breast was bared before him. It was so close that it
filled his entire field of view. Peter gasped at it's power and
beauty.
"Go on, dear, don't be shy. Take a hold of it if you
like." Peter reached up uncertainly and placed his hands on her
breast. He lifted it gently and felt its heft. It felt so soft,
and strangely light: it held such power and strength that he
imagined it must be very heavy to the touch. Aunt Emily smiled
at his timid explorations of her womanly abundance.
He moved his head close to her bosom, the prominent rosy
nipple only inches from his face. She looked down at him kindly,
knowing what he wanted. "Go on, Peter, it's all right. Give
Auntie a great big suckle. Go ahead and nurse her big bosom like
a little boy. You can be my baby now."
Peter half closed his eyes and leaned forward. He slowly
took the jutting bud into his mouth and closed his lips around
it. It felt so soft, yet firm and hard at the same time. As he
began to suck gently, an
incredible sensation filled him. He felt a warm, sweet
liquid filling his mouth and he realized that Aunt Emily's
breast was flowing with mother's milk. How this could be? She
was a matronly woman whose own children were fully grown! The
puzzle confounded him but did not defer him from enjoying the
miracle.
Aunt Emily understood his confusion and explained, "It's
a nice, milky teat, isn't it, Peter. Yes, I still have milk in
my old udders, even after all these years. I always nursed my
own little ones, and when I started this school as a young
mother, it just seemed natural to nurse the younger boys I took
under my roof as well. I never stopped, and my milk never dried
up. I still keep it flowing with every new boy who comes here.
The little dears enjoy it so."
Dimly Peter realized that he was not the only one of her
charges to enjoy her maternal gifts. How many others, he
wondered. Even the older, manly youths in her school? How many
of them had enjoyed the monstrous rapture of that penetrating
nipple and the sweet warm liquor of her bosom?
At the moment, however such thoughts were far from him.
Her continued slow and rhythmical stroking of his erect penis
was beginning to have effect that could no longer be ignored.
Peter knew what pressures building within his loins presaged. He
knew before long he would lose control with the inevitable
result, and he had no idea what his Aunt's reaction would be.
After her scolding over his self abuse, how could he issue the
ultimate male expression in the hands of his Aunt?
He hesitantly objected, "Uh, Aunt Emily, the oil, it's
making me . . ."
"Yes, dear, are you getting tense?"
"Yes, Mam, . . . I can't help . . . I'm going to . . ."
"Of course you are, dear. You're going to spend a penny
for Auntie Em. We're going to rub all that nasty tension out of
your little Willie. Come along now, honey, spend your penny for
me."
Peter still could hardly believe that she was inviting
him to ejaculate, but his body asserted its own will. As he
nursed the warm milk out of her breast, he felt the sperm
welling up inside him and the trembling penis began spasming and
spurting in her fingers. She clucked approvingly and encouraged
him, "That's it, dear. Spend freely. Push all your little pearls
out. Make pearls for Auntie Em."
After Peter had somewhat recovered from the rapture and
confusion of his ejaculation, Aunt Emily replaced her breast in
her dress and ordered him out of the bath to dry off. She sat on
a stool and had him stand, still naked, sideways between her
legs. Taking his little penis in her fingers, she said,
"Now, Peter, we will discuss further your personal
habits and the proper discipline for a growing young man. Your
mother is quite concerned about you. She has discovered the
unmistakable signs of your private activities, and has written
to me for advice." Peter was chagrined. Not only had his mother
discovered his secret masturbatory activities, she had told his
Aunt about them.
"Now it's perfectly natural, to a point, for a young man
to wiggle his Willie once in a while. Boys have tensions that
need release. But if he is left to himself, it can become an
unwholesome habit. Your mother has become justifiably concerned
by your growing dependence on self abuse. Uncertain of how to
correct the problem herself, she has wisely sent you here to me
for training and discipline. The proper training of young men",
she smiled, "is something at which I am very practiced."
As she spoke, she was rolling his naked penis lightly
between her fingers. Responding to her touch and the nature of
the conversation, Peter could not help erecting again. She drew
attention to his condition. "You erect very easily to the touch,
don't you Peter? It is a sign of a lascivious nature and an over
familiarity of your member to the touch of your hand. I would
like to know more of your private habits; tell me about them
now, please, and do not withhold any details out of a misguided
sense of shame or delicacy."
With excruciating embarrassment, as she gently rolled
and tweaked his shaft, she made Peter confess the secret and
humiliating practices in which he had lately indulged with such
joy. Whenever he seemed to hesitate, Aunt Emily gave his penis a
sharp pinch to remind him of her authority.
When she was satisfied with the thoroughness of his
confession, she concluded, "Well, for a young boy you seem quite
precociously engaged in private vice. But not too far for
rescue, I think, if we work hard at it. There is time to discuss
your training later, Peter, but for now I would like to leave
you with one thought. I absolutely forbid you to play with or
abuse your male organs while you are in my care."
"N. . . no, Aunt Emily, I promise!"
"I am glad to hear you say that, Peter, and I sincerely
hope that you will keep your undertaking. But I have found that
for masturbators promises are easy to make but hard to keep. So
I tell you that if you fail in your resolve, you must
immediately confess your lapse to me and we will arrange
appropriate punishment. Above all, you must not lie to me or
hide your vice in secrecy."
As she spoke, she brought her other hand up beneath his
erect penis and circled the neck of his scrotum with her thumb
and forefinger, firmly grasping his male glands in her fist.
"And let me leave you with this final warning: If you wiggle
your little Willie, and fail to tell me about it, I will make
you WISH YOU HAD BEEN BORN A GIRL!" With that she squeezed his
tender testicles in a vice grip, and Peter cried out with sharp
pain.
"Ow! I promise! I promise! Please, it hurts!"
"Remember my warning!" and she let his glands hang free.
During all of this discussion, she had been continuously
squeezing and pulling his member, and Peter was still fully
erect in spite of the ache in his testes. Aunt Emily's face
softened now, and she gently scratched his sensitive scrotal
sack as she continued the slow manipulation of his shaft.
"Now your mother and I are both women of the world, and
we well understand the needs of a male. We are in complete
agreement that while your habit of self abuse must be ruthlessly
suppressed, your boyish energies must be directed into more
wholesome outlets. I am prepared to allow you to express your
male urges in a proper and supervised fashion."
"You mean, you will let me, . . . you know, . . . like
in the bath?"
"Yes, we will give you a spending every day, to keep the
tensions under control. I always ejaculate my students every
day, whether they need it or not."
Peter's eyes widened. "Your students? You mean you . . .
do the other boys too?" Peter began slowly thrusting his hips to
meet her slowly stroking fingers, hoping she intended to finish
what she began.
"Oh yes. Every one of them. That is primarily why they
are sent here, to receive training and discipline in personal
matters. I believe you will fit right in, Peter -- we understand
all about boys like you. But now I think we need to get you
ready for bed."
With that she again shrugged down the straps of her
dress, revealing her magnificent mammary treasures. She turned
Peter directly facing her and pointed his small penis at her
breasts. "Go on now, dear, let Auntie have another pearl. Spend
your penny on Auntie Em's bosoms."
Peter thrust forward and almost at once began to
ejaculate, shooting stream after pearly stream into the deep
crevasse between her breasts.
- to be continued -
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